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Tim visiting Dick in BlĂŒdhaven in his apartment only to just go to sleep in his bed.
Dick comes home a little later and notices Tim is there (his traps, also Tim's suit clue him in) finds him in his bed. Tim just asks Dick to come to sleep. It's an unusual request, sure they've been in situations like this, have cuddled before but usually with a reason.
Dick agrees, after he showers, but they *will* talk about it afterwards.
Tims back to sleeping when he slides into bed. He's careful while climbing in before drawing Tim close.
Sometime later Dick wakes up and quietly admits to himself that he needed this. Had been a while since he actually got to wind down with someone and have some skin contact.
Tim doesn't really elaborate, but Dick understands that he needed it too.
It kind of becomes a thing. Tim will break in sometimes and just slip in bed with him to cuddle. (Making sure to be quiet but *not* stealthy if Dick is already asleep as to not make him alert. He'll wake up anyways no matter what Tim does but one is Dick sleepy enough he doesn't even raise an arm to invite him into bed and the other has him brandishing fists)
Anyway could be platonic or not. Kinda started as an idea of Tim doing this to seduce Dick. Slip into his bed, start other small things, make his desire know et voilĂ plan success.
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sleepy omega!reader x poly 141 just constantly wanting cuddles or just sliding into their beds in the middle of the night because the massive stuffed teddy in their nest isnt doing it for them-
Gosh dang it, I've become such a sucker for anything Omegaverse đ„č Thank you for your request! I hope you'll like this blurb đ©· And I'm so sorry this took so long, omg!
Pairing: alpha!TF-141 x omega!gn!Reader
Warnings/Info: military!Reader; packmates; alpha/omega dynamics; domesticity; hurt/comfort; fluff; teammates/friends to lovers
No matter how much you're tossing and turning while clinging to your favourite ginormous bear plushie (a gift from Price himself), your nest feels... off. It's not nearly as warm and cosy enough as you need it, and you don't understand why.
You haven't made any big changes, have you? You'd simply fluffed up all the blankets and pillows and plushies you own; the usual routine. Your nose wrinkles as you sit up inside your nest to sniff around in the dark. Okay, perhaps the scent of your pack mates isnât quite there anymoreâonly barely lingering on your nesting materials, but that shouldnât bother you as much as it does right now.
Theyâre right here, just across the hallway in their respective rooms or perhaps still lounging in the living room, quietly suffering with their episodic insomnia. So, knowing that theyâre under the same roof with you should be enough, but it simply isnât.
As you dig yourself out from under your pillow fortress, you immediately shiver as soon as the chilly winter breeze currently sweeping in through the cracked window hits your flushed body, because even in the deepest winter season, you cannot sleep with the window closed. And now clad, or rather drowning, in one of Simonâs hoodies and a pair of warm sweatpants, youâre still cold.
No, something isnât quite right.
You feel too restless, uncomfortable, and lonely.
Crawling out of your nest, you scramble to your feet and make your way out of your bedroom and into the living room down the hallâwhere you can already see the flickering light of the flat TV around the corner, though the volume is low and heavily drowned out by your pack leaderâs hackle-raising snores.Â
Peeking around the corner, not wanting to disturb him, you find John sprawled out on the large armchair, clutching the remote in one hand, his head tipped back and mouth wide open while he continues to sound like a berserker with sinusitis. Itâs an endearing sight, seeing him this openly vulnerable and relaxed, and you can't stop yourself from getting a whiff of his sleepy, musky scent as you sniff the air greedily.
It makes your heart flutter and a pleasant shiver run down your spine.
Oh, how tempted you are to simply walk up and crawl into his lap, bury your face into his chest and sleep with him like this, but you donât want to risk waking him up, so you let out the softest sigh and slowly turn to sneak off into the other direction, back towards your own cold, empty bedroomâ
Just to bump into a tall, solid mountain of lean muscle.
âHavinâ fun stalking the Cap while heâs knocked out cold?â
You swallow a surprised squeak and stare up at Kyle with wide doe-eyes as he swiftly reaches out to grasp your forearms to keep you steady and in place. His voice is soft, full of amusement, his warm brown eyes nearly twinkling in the flickering lights of the TV as he looks down at you. âAw, did I scare ya, little mouse?â
You shake your head adamantly. âNo, I was just getting a glass of water.â Itâs a white lie, but you donât want to start explaining something you have no explanation for yet.
Kyle lifts an eyebrow and releases you to cross his arms as he scrutinizes you while you can clearly see his nostrils twitch as he scents you discreetly.
âI see,â he replies eventually, though, knowing Kyle, you can tell that heâs not buying your lie one bit. âSo, youâre good, yeah? Headinâ back to your den then?â
The question lingers in the air and as you open your mouth to answer, he beats you to it.
âOr perhaps another room tonight?â Kyle watches your lashes flutter as you blink dumbly, and he ignores the sudden urge to squish your cheeks with his hands and pull your face against his neck to scent-mark you thoroughly. âIâm just saying,â he shrugs, âya havenât been seekinâ out any one of us lately, âs all.â Heâs not accusing you, just stating an observation heâs made.
And itâs true. You havenât been seeking out the alphas of your pack; too afraid to be viewed as annoying or too clingy. Itâs been hard enough to be the only omega in TF-141, after all. You donât want to be their burden but an asset instead.Â
Swallowing thickly, you really wish you had a cold glass of water right about now. âUhm, wellââ You press your lips into a tight line before you shrug, feeling like a complete idiot. At this point, you might be worse than Simon when it comes to articulating your feelingsânot that youâd ever willingly admit that out loud.
âI just... donât wanna bother anyone. Youâre all stressed and busy and uh... yeah, Iâll just go back to my room, I guess,â you grumble, hoping that neither sadness nor disappointment spike your scent to tell on you.
Kyle lets out a small huff through his nose and rolls his shoulders as he listens to you. Thereâs a slight twitch between his brows as you mention being a bother to them, but then he fixes his face into a more neutral expression before he steps aside.
âAlright. Have a good night, sweetheart.â
You give a small nod, wishing deep down that heâd simply tug you along and make you sleep in his bedroom tonight, but Kyle stands stock still, and you walk past him back down the hall and into your empty, chilly omega denâsomehow feeling worse than before.
Your gloomy bedroom feels even colder while you rearrange your nest for the third time, but never feeling satisfied with it. You keep swallowing down the little, high-pitched chuffs and whines of distress bubbling up in your throat; afraid someone might hear or smell the underlying bitterness now lacing your usually bloomy, comforting scent.
When the door suddenly creaks open, you freeze and hold your breath, spine straightening as you kneel in the middle of your nest, clutching your plushie to your chest.
âRelax,â Johnny chuckles quietly, his voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep, ââŠsâ jusâ me, hen.â
He slips through the crack and leaves the door ajar before he casually walks towards your nest, stretching languidly with a yawn before slipping inside with you.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble reflexively, nearly whining, âI didnât mean to wake you up.â
But Johnny only clucks his tongue, eyes already fluttering shut in bliss as he pulls you into his arms. âNone âo thaâ, hen,â he grumbles, letting out a contented chuff as soon as he buries his nose into your hair. âAh missed ye.â
The vibration of his low rumble makes you shiver, it breaks you out of your momentary stupor, and you swiftly reciprocate his embrace, burying your nose into his neck and huffing his lightly smoky scent eagerly with a happy purr.
And while you and Johnny cuddle, bringing balance back to your room, your bedroom door is pushed open once more and a warm, musky scent is added to the atmosphereâlike suede and cask aged bourbon.
Simon slips into your nest and curls his massive body around you from behind with nothing more than a deep, sleepy grumble as his heavy arm snakes around your torso, pulling you closer until the tip of his nose is pressed against the nape of your neck.
Feeling like youâre finally on omega cloud nine at this point, surrounded by two of your precious alphas in your own nest, you can barely hear the other two males stumbling into your room above the beginning snores coming from both Johnny and Simon.
âCâmon, Cap, this way.â Lifting your head up, you can hear Kyle mutter quietly as he guides a sleep-drunk Captain Price towards your nest.
âStay.â Johnny mumbles in his sleep, curling his arm tighter around your waist below Simonâs arm as you shift in their snug embraces, but before you can reply, Price lets out a soft growlânot a warning but a non-verbal orderâand suddenly, all four men arrange themselves in your nest, dragging their bulky bodies around sluggishly until theyâve build a proper cuddle pile around you.
They end up snuggling and hugging you one way or another, their noses pressed into your skin while youâre practically buzzing as you purr for them.
âTâwas a proper pain in the arse to wake âem up, sweetâeart,â Kyle mutters with a soft sigh, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. âNext time you feel like this, you let us know. Weâre here to take care of our âmega⊠and donât lie to me again,â he grumbles, interlacing his fingers with yours tenderly while your heart thuds steadily against your chest.
âYouâre a shit liar.â
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older!rafe canât always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?
c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!
wc: 2k
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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafeâs home later than usualâ a fact sheâs entirely too aware of since sheâs been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye. Â
Usually, sheâd stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much heâs going to miss her during his meetingsâ sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until sheâs a sobbing mess.  Â
However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadnât received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that sheâd never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts. Â
When he came to pick her up after sheâd borrowed her friendâs phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a âask you to do one thing and you canât even do that. You know how fuckinâ worried I was?â and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because âdaddy doesnât feel like dealing with your shit tonightâ, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.  Â
In the morning, sheâd woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadnât even left a note.  Â
Therefore, sheâs not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.  Â
âHi,â her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless.Â
Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting. Â
âMissed you,â she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.  Â
âMissed you too,â he murmurs into her hair. âGot you somethinâ,â he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites. Â
âWhatâs this for?â her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment. Â
âDrove past a flower shopâŠguess they made me think of you,â he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end. Â
âBut I thoughtââ she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.  Â
âThat I was mad at you?â Â Â
She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes. Â
He lets out a sigh. Â
âListen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you werenât home and didnât answer your phone until hours later. Thought somethinâ happened, you know?â he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.  Â
âI know, mâsorry. Wonât happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?â  Â
âYou did,â he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. âSmells good, whatâre you making?â  Â
âOh, I made you dinner,â she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval. Â
âYou did? All by yourself?â his brows climb his forehead in surprise.  Â
She nods, a soft smile on her lips before heâs ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her.Â
Usually, heâs the one cooking for them since sheâs not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, sheâd probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesnât have to work late.  Â
âHow was uni today?â he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table. Â
âA lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, donât know how Iâm supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching andâŠI donât think my brain works anymore,â she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.  Â
âGood thing you donât need to worry that head of yours over anythinâ with me. Let dad do the thinking for you, yeah?â Rafeâs voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at himâ something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.  Â
Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece sheâs been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as sheâs practically perched on a pedestal.  Â
Then, heâs picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.  Â
âShit, this is amazinâ,â he praises around the mouthful.  Â
She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought heâd still be mad, but then suddenly heâs not. In fact, heâs seemingly in a great mood.  Â
âDid you eat yet?â Â
âNo, was, umâŠwaiting for you. Didnât wanna eat alone,â her volume is nearly inaudible.Â
He stops chewing.  Â
âWaitinâ for me, huh?â he rasps out before heâs lifting the fork closer to her mouth.  Â
She looks up at him, puzzled.  Â
âOpen,â he orders and she has no choice but to obeyâ let him feed her because truthfully, whenever sheâs around him she gets a little dumb; canât really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.  Â
âGood, right?â Â
She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.  Â
âAlways so messy, huh?â he tuts disapprovingly, even if heâs the one holding the fork.  Â
However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what heâs doing, heâs laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.  Â
âThere we go,â he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.  Â
She swallows.  Â
âWant some water?â he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words. Â
Then, heâs tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides sheâs had enoughâ withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.   Â
He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, heâs placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.   Â
She doesnât think she wants to eat by herself ever again. Â
Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closerâ warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes. Â
âYou put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?â he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing whatâs underneath since sheâs forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever sheâs merely loitering around their home. Â
âLook so pretty in this,â his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact. Â
âRayâŠâ she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing. Â
âHm? You feelinâ floaty already?â he asks with a gentle cadence. And sheâs not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.  Â
âYeah, missed you so much,â her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before heâs smearing his mouth on hers.  Â
Thereâs something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lipsâ causing a whimper to escape her throat in response. Â
Then, all of a sudden, heâs lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.  Â
âLet daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?â he coaxes her before heâs prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him. Â
âMissed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ân slow last night but you never came home.â  Â
âMâsorry, daddy,â she canât help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.  Â
âYeah? You gonâ make it up to me? Let me eat you âtill I forgive you?â Â
âYeah, yeah. Whatever you want,â she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blowson her sensitive cunt.  Â
âShit, youâre so wet already,â he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, heâs wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface. Â
âNeed to come, can I? Please mâgonnaâ â she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way heâs practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isnât really helping. Â
After heâs hummed his agreement, sheâs not able to hold it in any longerâ his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. Sheâs shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him. Â
Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, sheâs a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, heâs entirely too strong and she doesnât stand a chance.Â
âRay, sâtoo much, need a breakââ she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure. Â
However, despite her protests, he doesnât stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers nowâ pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.   Â
âNah, youâre good, dad wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?â he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her. Â
âI donât know if I canââ Â
âShh, jusâ wanna make you feel nice, you donât want me to?â he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch. Â
âNo, I do, I doâŠâ  Â
âThen quit whininâ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,â he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic.Â
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CUDDLE-BUGS!
FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

SUMMARY: How the drivers like to cuddle :)
OVERALL W.C: 2.1K
WARNINGS: Fluff, slightly suggestive in a few of them
FEATURING: MV1, DR3, LN4, KA12, CL16, PA17, YT22, AA23, LH44, CS55, GR63, OP81, OB87
NOTE: Featuring Paul Aron as a special treat for the lots of fans he has hereâŠ
MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1
Oh this boy LOVES cuddling. Max is big on physical affection and you actually canât convince me otherwise. Heâs constantly sprawled across the sofa cushions with his head on your lap, and if you dare not play with his hair instantly, he will literally grab your hand and put it on his head like a silent command. Heâs like a cat; as soon as you stop touching him, heâll nuzzle against you until you continue.
Cue the Maxplaining. Heâs rambling, talking with his hands while he looks up at the ceiling. You watch with a fond expression, brushing strands of hair away from his face while he goes on and on about the car and the physics behind it and all the great overtakes heâs witnessed. Youâre listening, but not retaining the information, because all you can think about are his pretty eyes and how cute he is when heâs ranting.
When youâre both laying down, Max likes to be tucked into you. He usually has his nose buried in your neck, taking in the soft scent of your perfume. Heâll pepper you with lazy kisses; he only stops when he falls asleep, which usually doesnât take that long. Heâs knocked out in an instant. Thereâs something about you that lulls him to sleep almost instantly.
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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3
This is the spooning truther. Daniel loves spooning, he thinks itâs so intimate and close. But hereâs the grand question of the day: Is he the big spoon or the little spoon?
Well. Both.
It really depends. I think most days heâs the big spoon. He likes holding you in his muscular arms. It makes you feel extra small, which is a bonus in its own. He likes whispering little jokes and quips in your ear, and making you squirm when he lightly tickles your sides occasionally.
But sometimes he likes to be held too. He likes when your much smaller arms wrap around him, and he gets to feel vulnerable. Even if itâs just for a little bit. Youâre warm as you snuggle him from behind, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He likes how you cradle him and hold him like heâs the only person in the world.
So, yeah. This giant softie likes to be on the receiving end of your hugs every now and then. Be kind to him and let him show his soft side.
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LANDO NORRIS - LN4
Lando streaming with his camera off, only because youâre asleep on his lap. His audience is wondering why his voice has lowered tenfold, and why his rage-quitting moments have been reduced to a soft bang of his fist on the desk followed by a gentle sigh.
Little do they know, your thighs are straddling him with your face tucked into the crook of his neck, snoring away. Heâs cradling your figure with one hand, and using the other to play the game, which explains why his quality of performance has gone way down. Heâs rubbing circles onto your back, occasionally kissing your scalp and forehead. Heâll lean away from the mic to whisper in your ear when you stir to consciousness, lulling you back into your slumber.
He loves the fact that youâre somewhat clingy with him. He loves how you have to be close to himâso much that youâre willing to just fall asleep right there on his lap. Heâs burning the memory into his brain because he never wants to forget your cute sleepy face :)
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KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12
I think Kimiâs hard to cuddle with sometimes. Heâs always moving, and always talking. One second youâre spooning, the next he has his back to yours, and then heâs on top of you like a blanket, and then he rolls over and youâre on top of him⊠Yeah. Canât hold still.
âDid I tell you about what Ollie said to me today?â Heâd muse to your sleepy self, and before you could even utter a groggy no, heâd be telling you anyway. You often want to tell him to shut up and go to sleep, but he has that big dorky smile on his face and you just canât say no.
Even long after youâve fallen asleep, he continues yapping. Itâs not until he actually realizes youâre happily snoring away that he finally quiets down and goes to sleep himself. He always asks if you find it annoying, but in reality his joyous voice and his fluctuating heartbeat, that you can hear with your head on his chest, are usually what ultimately lull you to sleep.
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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16
This boy needs a hug and you can tell. Whenever he comes home, no matter where heâs gone off to, itâs practically become a ritual for him to walk in pathetically, tail tucked between his legs. Youâve nearly conditioned him, and he doesnât even realize it. The first time it happened was just a mere coincidence: he was genuinely upset, and you welcomed him with a warm bed and open arms.
Then it kept happening, and eventually you realized that he pretended to be upset every time he came home so that he could snuggle up against you and have you baby him all night. You have to wonder if Charles even realizes this anymore. Itâs just part of your nightly routine at this point.
He practically flops on top of you as soon as you send him that little smile and open your arms. He buries his face in your neck, arms wrapped around your abdomen. All of a sudden that sad expression has been replaced by a shitty grin that tells you he won. This is heaven. He just doesnât realize that you absolutely know what heâs up toâŠ
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PAUL ARON - PA17
Paul is a delight to cuddle with. An absolute delight. Heâs quiet, respectful, and very affectionate. As soon as he sees you pull your current book out, heâs diving onto the bed to situate himself beside you. He has one arm thrown across your stomach, and his head resting on your shoulder. He sleepily studies your face, occasionally peeking at the words on the page.
His hands wander for sure, but not in a weird way. Lightly calloused palms spread out over your stomach, scratching you like youâre a dog. When you start to play with his curls, he essentially loses his grip on staying awake. It doesnât take long for him to fall asleep at that point. Your fingers curl around his hair, playing with individual locks and blonde swirls.
Pepper his face with kisses once heâs asleep. He likes waking up to go to the bathroom, and finding that his face is covered in your lipstick. Absolute perfection. He doesnât even bother wiping it off, he just joins you in bed again and happily dozes off again.
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YUKI TSUNODA - YT22
I think it depends on Yukiâs mood. Heâs either all over you, or heâs falling asleep as far away as possible. Itâs not even like a⊠Yukiâs angry so he doesnât want to cuddle. It's just that some days heâs not up for it, and thatâs perfectly fine with you.
However, no matter what position you fall asleep in, you two almost always wake up in each otherâs arms again. Heâll fall asleep saying he wants some space, and then you wake up and heâs squeezing you like youâre his personal stuffed animal, entirely unconscious whilst doing so. He may be small, but he has a mighty grip on you.
Not big on PDA, but when youâre alone together, he loves being all over you essentially. Let the guy climb you like a tree.
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ALEX ALBON - AA23
Alex is one of those people that loves to be cuddling⊠Constantly. But his favorite is at the beach. Both of you could be sprawled out on a large towel or blanket, taking in the sun, and suddenly heâs pulling you to his side and clinging to you like a damn barnacle. Heâs a gentleman, too. Heâs always asking if youâre comfortable, and how he can get you to be comfortable if not.
Once you try to pull away, he tends to get a bit whiny. Heâs pulling you back in his arms and pretending like youâve really hurt his feelings by daring to get up. Heâll drag it on, too. âSighh,â With the clutch of his chest as you wriggle around in his hold. âI canât believe you hate me⊠Is it because I stink? SighhâŠâ
Heâll let you go, but not without a lot of complaining. It would be easier to just give him what he wants, honestly. But at the end of the day he really just wants to snuggle up behind you and fall asleep like that, your body pressed to his.
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LEWIS HAMILTON - LH44
Unfortunately cuddling with Lewis always leads to a wholesome make out session. Or, maybe thatâs more fortunate than anything. You plant yourself atop him, legs on either side of his lap. When you lean in to rest your head, you find yourself being pulled into a kiss instead.
You peck his lips momentarily, but heâs hungry and he keeps pulling you in for more whilst you share soft laughter. It could potentially develop into something more, but thereâs always some obstacle. A few times youâve accidentally bitten his lip a little too hard, and you both break away to laugh instead.
Cuddling is nice afterwards. He holds you like youâre his entire worldâ because you are. Heâs both gentle and rough, soft and warmâ Lewis is a dream. Heâs the dream. Heâs perfect.
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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55
Carlos is a very traditional cuddler. When the two of you watch a movie together, heâll casually throw his arm over your shoulder and tug you closer, usually kissing your scalp in the moment. He loves having you curled up next to him with your head on his chest.
Itâs at this point he kind of stops focusing on the movie, and his attention diverts to you. Your smell, your sleepy eyes, your little giggles whenever something funny happens⊠Now he canât seem to focus on anything but you, because he just is so infatuated with you.
I wouldnât be surprised if the night ends in cheeky little kisses. If youâre lucky, maybe a bit more. He canât help the way you make him feel.
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GEORGE RUSSELL - GR63
George does not mind PDA, and he definitely favors a good lap cuddle. I think if you were both attending a late night event, heâd let you rest on his lap, even if others were watching. Your legs are thrown over his, and your face is nestled against his chest. He has one arm around you, and the other is over your lap to gently rub your thigh.
Other people used to stare, but everyoneâs used to it by now. Itâs not like you guys are being gross and secretly kissing and touching and giggling. Youâre simply just asleep on his lap, and heâs softly rubbing your skin to help you stay that way. Itâs cute.
If you donât wake up, George will even carry you back to the car. He keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives because he knows it brings you comfort. Your joy is his top priority. Always.
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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81
Oscar shamelessly loves to be between your thighs.
Now, donât get me wrong here. Not in a dirty way. He likes to lay his head back on your stomach with your legs on either side of him, framing his face. Itâs oddly comforting to be lightly squeezed by your legs, he has to admit. Play with his hair a bit too, he could sleep there forever.
Sometimes the roles swap though. You find yourself between his meaty legs, encased by pure muscle. Itâs like heaven, situating yourself there. However⊠Not to be crude, but he does have to keep his thoughts tame during the process, otherwise youâve both got a mess to handle.
Heâs not a huge cuddle bug Iâd say, but when Oscar is in the mood for some intimate touching, itâs⊠Between your legs. Not like that! Most of the time.
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OLIVER BEARMAN - OB87
Heâs been eyeing you all night. Everytime you ask him whatâs up, he denies it and says he was just zoning out, but thereâs definitely something on Ollieâs mind. You think you have him figured out, but heâs not giving you much to work with⊠So you test it out.
You mutter a rather loud âitâs cold in here,â and itâs like heâs a sleeper agent being awoken by those code words. He turns to you quickly, and suddenly heâs up from his position on a nearby chair. He walks over to his bed, and flops down right on top of you, all 6 feet and 2 inches of Ollie smothering you.
He even pulls a blanket up on top of that. Heâll bury his face in your chest, a stupid grin covering his face. Heâs right where he wants to be.
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Midnight Confessions
Light SPOILERS ahead!!!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Summary: A late night gives you the opportunity to flirt with Bucky and the next night he comes right back for more.
Author's Note: There are some Thunderbolts spoilers here- none really story related so much but more character driven. So reader BEWARE :D I had fun writing all the ridiculous dialogue in the beginning and it's a bit chaotic but I hope it makes you smile! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžDivider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! đ„°
Warnings: fun and fluff, flirtiness, tension, sweetness

You set the timer and place it on the counter, leaning back with a sigh. While it seems everyone else in the tower is asleep, youâre as wide awake as the bustling city below. This is the second batch of cookies youâve made this week, but no one seems to be complaining.
After contemplating something on the TV you decide instead to read, hoping it will make you sleepy.
No such luck and just as youâre starting the next chapter you see a dark shadow at the entrance of the kitchen, youâre body stiffening.
âItâs just me doll.â
At the sound of Buckyâs voice, you instantly relax.
âJeez youâre quiet,â you whisper.
He chuckles lightly and steps into the kitchen. His hair is slightly mussed as if heâs been running a hand through it and his tee shirt clings to the broad lines of his chest and toned biceps. With a hard swallow you let your eyes drop lower, to the way his pants sit low on his waist but still hug his thighs.
âCanât sleep?â you squeak out, dragging your gaze back to his face.
He shakes his head no and moves closer, revealing a surprise. The guinea pig Yelena rescued from the lab sits atop his left shoulder, tucked close to his neck and partially hidden by his hair.
You sit up with a gasp and rush over to him, cooing quietly and without a word plucking the piglet from his shoulder.
âWhat are you doing up?â you ask the guinea pig in a sweet voice.
âI probably should have let him sleep but as soon as I made noise he started squeakinâ.â
You look up at Bucky and notice his soft expression as he watches you with the guinea pig.
âItâs a boy?â you ask.
âActually, I donât know,â he replies.
âHmm,â you say as you pet itâs soft fur. âI bet itâs a girl.â
âThat works too,â he smiles. âAre you making cookies?â
âI amâŠthey should be outâŠ,â and you walk over to the timer, âin three minutes.â
âGreat doll. I could use a snack!â He slowly rubs his stomach as he stretches, revealing the dark trail of hair that disappears enticingly into his sweats.
The guinea pig squeaks and draws your attention away before he catches you staring.
âShe needs a name,â you state as you cradle her in your arm.
Bucky is silent for a moment before he blurts out, âCookie.â
âThatâs cute,â you giggle, âbut I think youâre just hungry.â
He doesnât disagree and keeps thinking.
âSheâs brown and white soâŠBACON!â
You stop petting the piglet and narrow your eyes at Bucky.
He holds his hands up in surrender, but you can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he tries to hold back a smile.
âAre you going to wash the dishes?â
Bobâs voice is so low you almost donât hear it but Bucky spins around at the sound.
âBob!â both you and Bucky exclaim.
âWhatâs going on in here?â Bob asks as he looks between you and Bucky.
âWe canât sleep, and I made cookies,â you explain.
âAnd weâre trying to give the guinea pig a name,â Bucky adds.
âOk,â Bob says. âIâm going to wash the dishes.â
âDo you want help?â you ask him. âI can dry the bowls.â
âSure,â Bob says.
You hand the guinea pig back to Bucky. âDonât get comfy. I want her back when Iâm done.â
âAnything you want doll,â he says with a wink.
âHow about Piglet?â Bob chimes from the sink.
âLike in Winnie the Pooh?â you ask as you slide up next to him and take the first bowl to dry it.
âYeahâŠsheâs kinda tinyâŠ,â Bob says.
âSo, you think sheâs a girl too!â you say happily. âBucky was calling it a he.â
âNot because I donât think it could be a girlâŠI justâŠsaid he first.â
âItâs a girl,â Yelena says as she walks in.
âSee! I knew it!â you sing song.
âWhat is going on here?â Yelena asks.
âNone of us could sleep,â Bob answers. âSo, weâre making cookies, washing dishes and naming the guinea pig.â
âAre the cookies ready yet?â Yelena asks, eyeing the oven.
âJust about,â you answer.
âBob suggested PigletâŠbut I like Bacon,â Bucky says to fill Yelena in.
âOf course you would say Bacon,â she tsks. âI like Piglet.â
âDo I smell cookies?â
Walker strides in and heads straight for the oven.
âHEY Walker,â you whisper shout. âTheyâll be out in a minute.â
He stops and plops himself down on a stool at the island with a huff.
âWhy didnât anyone invite me to the party?â he says.
âBecause youâre an asshole,â but you and Yelena chime simultaneously but not without a smile pulling at each of your mouths.
âCan I least have some cookies,â Walker asks.
âOf course,â you tell him.
âWhy donât you name the pig, Hamlet,â Walker adds.
Everyone is quiet for a minute and tries to hide their smiles. âActually, thatâs cute,â you say, âbut weâve decided itâs a girl so maybe somethingâŠmoreâŠgirly.â
Walker rests his chin in his hands but remains silent.
âWhat the hell is going on in here?â Ava says, appearing from the other side of the wall.
Bob startles at the sink and Walker rolls his eyes.
âNo one can sleep, we are about to eat cookies, and we need a name for our girl guinea pig,â Yelena sums up quickly before opening the oven just as the timer dings.
âPipsqueak,â Ava says flatly.
Yelena smiles. âI like that. She does squeakâŠa lot.â
âBut sheâs brave,â Bob says. âShe survived the lab. I wouldnât call her a pipsqueak.â
âBut Piglet is scared of everything isnât he?â Bucky muses. âSo that wouldnât work either.â
âOh,â Bob sighs. âYeah, he is.â
âStill like Bacon,â Bucky mumbles to himself.
âWHO SAID BACON?â Alexei booms when he walks in. âWe eat?â
Yelena hangs her head with a sigh and Ava rolls her eyes.
âNo bacon,â Bucky says sadly. âBut we have cookies.â
âHm, that will do,â Alexei says as he walks over to Yelena and pulls out the hot tray with his hand.
âYou should let them cool,â you say to Alexei as he goes to grab for one.
âNo, noâŠI like them all gooey and melted and messyâŠâ He pops half the cookie in his mouth and hums happily.
Bucky slides over; the guinea pig nestled in the crook of his metal arm as he grabs for a cookie.
Walker reaches over the island to grab his own.
âTheyâre still hot guys!â you scold but give up with a sigh when half the tray is gone in under a minute. âYou better grab one,â you whisper to Bob.
He turns from the sink and wipes his hand, reaching for a cookie and placing it on a napkin near him. âIâll let mine cool,â he says with a small smile.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence and lots of mumbled praises over the cookies, you ask, âso what are we naming the guinea pig?â
Alexei yells out, âALEXEI!â
Everyone answers with a determined, âNO!â
Alexei deflates and takes another cookie.
âSo far we ruled out all the suggestions,â you say, leaning back on the counter next to Bucky.
Without prompting he hands you the guinea pig. You gently hold her up and look her over.
âI have so many ideas but none of them seem to fit,â you huff.
âAll mine are related to food,â Bucky shrugs.
âI still like Alexei,â Alexei grumbles.
âHamlet isnât girly enough,â Walker says.
âPiglet and Pipsqueak make her sound too timid,â Ava adds.
Finally, Yelena says, âwhat about Nat?â
All eyes turn to her, soft with unspoken words.
âThatâs perfect,â you say quietly and everyone agrees.
Once the few remaining cookies are packed away and the kitchen is clean you walk over to Bucky whoâs leaning against the wall, Nat once again cradled against his chest in the crook of his metal arm.
âShe likes that spot,â you say quietly as you gently stroke her back.
âYeah, maybe because itâs cool,â he says and then softly touches her nose as it twitches.
You watch him for a moment, so sweet and gentle with the little furball.
âYouâre so cute,â you say softly.
âShe is right,â Bucky agrees.
âShe meant you super soldier,â Alexei chuckles from behind you. âNot pig.â
âSheâs a guinea pig Dad,â Yelena dead pans.
Alexei waves his had dismissively. âAll same.â
Your eyes meet Buckyâs, and you see the tops of his cheeks, just above all the dark stubble lining them, turn light pink.
âYou meant little Nat right?â he asks.
âShe definitely meant the guinea pig,â Walker says with a yawn as he walks by. âIâm goinâ to bed.â
Ava follows close behind him. âMe too. And she meant you Barnes.â
Alexei slaps Bucky hard on the back, jostling Nat in his arms and Bucky glares.
âOh. Right, sorry,â Alexei mumbles then smiles wide. âShe thinks you are cute.â
He walks away rubbing his stomach.
Only Yelena and Bob remain, Yelena with a smirk lifting her lips and Bob with wide eyes.
Your eyes stay on Bucky, and you lean in closer, still petting Nat. âNo. I meant you. Youâre really cute. Especially with her. Itâs sweet.â
âShe said heâs cute,â Bob whispers to Yelena whoâs full on smiling now.
âDa,â Yelena nods, grabbing Bobâs arm to pull him down the hall.
âDoes she like him?â Bob asks as he passes by you and Bucky.
Yelena laughs but doesnât answer and keeps tugging him away.
The two of you are now alone and you watch Buckyâs gaze quickly drop to your lips before he says a quiet, âthanks.â
âHope you can get some sleep,â you tell him then kiss his cheek. âNight.â
âNight, doll,â he whispers as he watches you walk to your room.

The next night when youâre still awake after midnight you head to the common room but when you donât see a sign of anyone else you decide to go watch a movie until you fall asleep. The light knock on your door an hour later surprises you and when you open it to find Bucky on the other side youâre even more surprised.
âI didnât wake you did I doll?â he asks in a rush.
âNo, donât worry. I was watching a movie.â
âI thought I saw light under the door so I figured you might still be up.â
âDid you want more cookies? The leftovers are in the cabinet.â
âActuallyâŠAlexei ate them all. I checkedâŠâ
You snort laugh and grab Buckyâs hand, pulling him through the doorway.
âOf course he did,â you say as you plop down on the small couch.
Bucky follows and then stands there as if heâs unsure what to do next.
âYou can sit,â you tell him.
He does.
âAre you watching The Goonies?â
âI am!â you say excitedly. âIâm so glad youâve seen it.â
âClassic 80s.â
âExactly,â you agree.
You settle back into the cushions and let your shoulder brush his. As the movie continues your body relaxes against him and he lifts his arm to rest it along the back of the couch. His fingers brush your shoulder and when he feels your skin pebble beneath his touch he does it again. Your breath catches in your throat and you audibly swallow.
The movie ends and youâre still pressed against him, his arm now circling your shoulders as his fingertips ghost over your skin.
âThatâs one of my favorites,â you say and turn to meet his eyes.
âMine too,â he whispers, curling his fingers around your arm so you turn your body into his.
His eyes wander over your face, their soft reverence only sharpened when they stop on your lips.
âDollâŠIâŠâ
Whatever he wants to say is lost in the moment and he presses his mouth to yours, softly at first, but when you slide your fingers into his hair and tug him closer, he hums low in his chest and deepens it, parting your lips.
His knuckles skim down your arm before splaying at your back and pulling you into his lap. His hand slips under your shirt, every caress of his fingertips slow and teasing as if heâs savoring every moment and committing it to memory. His kisses are sweet and languid and the hair lining his face scratches the soft column of your neck as his lips trail downward to your hammering pulse.
A deep and satisfied hum rumbles through his chest and you press yourself closer, feeling the hard lines of his muscle beneath his shirt.
âBucky,â you whimper.
He lifts his head to stare at you, his breathing fast. His metal thumb lifts to trace your swollen bottom lip before he slides it behind your neck and brings your lips back to his, nibbling the same spot then soothing it with his tongue.
You moan into his mouth and the sound snaps what little control heâs holding on to and suddenly youâre flipped to your back, your wrists in his metal hand and pinned above your head. His eyes teasingly trail over your body, and you go pliant in his hold, your legs falling open as he settles between them.
He leans down, dipping his head to run his nose along your neck, breathing you in before his lips are on yours again.
âYouâre so soft,â he murmurs, his hand releasing your wrists and sliding lower to stroke your curves. âI knew you would be.â
âYouâve thought about it?â you ask as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
âYeah,â he breathes out, licking his lips. âI came over here with the intention to ask you out on a dateâŠâ
âIs this notâŠ?â
He cuts you off. âThis is exactly what I wantâŠyouâre what I want. Iâm justâŠtrying to be a gentleman.â
Your lips form an O shape, and he kisses you again.
âIâll go on a date with you Bucky,â you murmur between kisses.
âGood, thatâs good,â he says, his warm hands continuing their exploration of your body while his lips trail down your neck.
You arch into him and slide your hands from his hair down his back, scraping lightly with your nails.
âFuck,â he hisses.
When his eyes lift to yours he wears a pained expression.
âA gentleman,â he repeats.
âRight. A date,â you say.
âFuck,â he mutters again but doesnât move an inch.
You stare at each other, the tension building in the small space between you before he dips his head and kisses you again. His lips find the spot just below your ear and he whispers, âif you donât tell me to go nowâŠâ
âI donât want you to go Bucky. I want you to stay. I want you.â

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The 141 getting you to stay in bed


It gets a little spicy towards the end so 18+ please
Soap
Waking up to the feeling of a numb arm is extremely unpleasant, but you suppose it comes with the territory when trying to cuddle 200+ pounds of rugged Scotsman
You manage to free your trapped limb and roll to the other side of the bed, but that space behind you remains empty for only about three seconds before Johnny's pressing himself flat to your backÂ
Now with his arms around your waist, he holds you tight to him, mumbling unintelligibly against the back of your head
He drifts back to sleep quickly enough, his grip on you starting to loosen, only for it to tighten again when he feels you try to wriggle out of his hold
The incoherent grumbles from his throat grow increasingly displeased the more you try to shift away from him, until finally he huffs a grumpy, âQuit it,â into your scalp, hooking his leg over yoursÂ
If you still don't listen, he'll have no choice but to take drastic measures to keep you still. Fed up with your squirming, he simply rolls on top of you, pinning you to the mattress below him
You can try beating on his back, telling him that you can't breathe, but he just shrugs and says, âUse my breath.â
Don't even bother trying to explain how oxygen doesn't work like that, because he doesn't care. âTough,â he mumbles into the crook of your neck. ââCause I'm no' movinâ.â And by extension, neither are you
Gaz
Kyle is also a stage 5 clinger, but he's less boa constrictor and more baby koala
So when your alarm goes off at 8am precisely, it's no surprise that the man behind you grumbles in protest
âIt's Saturday,â he bemoans. âWhy you getting up so bloody early?â When you tell him you like to keep your routine even on the weekends, he just groans and mutters, âFive more minutes.â
You can try to squirm and wrestle out of his hold, but he'll just tighten his arm around your midsection, keeping his front firmly glued to your back
But you need to get up! You have to pee for goodnessâ sake!Â
âUse the empty bottle on your nightstand,â he mumbles into your hair, peeking an eye open as you crane to look back at him. The look you give him at such a horrid suggestion has him sighing. âAlright, fine,â he relents and releases you. âBut be quick. Bed gets cold without you.â
Once you've answered the call of nature, don't be surprised to find Kyle waiting for you directly outside the bathroom. He's wrapped up in your comforter like an oversized burrito, only his face and feet visible as they peek out from under the plush cover
With a sleepy pout, he holds his hand out for you, tugging you back to bed with him. Oh, heâll make sure you get those five more minutes alright. Even if he has to drag you kicking and screaming
Ghost
First of all, don't even kid yourself into thinking you'll stand a chance of waking up before him or sneaking out of bed without him knowing. This man is the epitome of a light sleeper, whenever he does sleep, that is
So when you do finally wake up, it comes as no surprise to see Simon already up too. But just because you're both awake now doesn't mean you have to immediately be productive; quite the opposite, in fact
With how busy and stressed he is all the time, Simon loves nothing more than to just lie in bed with you and do nothing for hours
If you try to get up, he's stopping you with a gentle hand on your wrist, his voice quiet but firm as he commands, âStay.â
You'll lay back down for a bit to appease him, but it won't be long before you feel guilty since you have so many things you should be doing instead
But actually, no, you don't have anything to worry about. He's already taken care of everything before you woke up, he humbly informs you
The cat's been fed, the binâs been taken out to the curb, he's even gotten your breakfast typed up on his phone â just give him the word and he'll place the order
So now when he opens his arms for you, having you bury your face in his chest, you've got nothing to worry about except savoring this moment with himÂ
Price
John is also a very light sleeper, so it only takes .02 seconds of you trying to stand from the bed for his bear-like snores to cease and his eyes to flit wide open
He'll grab you by the shirt hem, mumbling, âWhereâre yâ goinâ?â But it doesn't really matter what your answer is because his response is always the same: âNo yâr not.â And pulls you back down. âYâr stayinâ right here.â
He'll lie on his stomach, face smushed in the pillow, a big, warm hand tucked under your shirt resting against your belly
With nothing better to do, you scroll through your phone, catching up on your socials, the news, etc., but it's not long before you hear him grumble, âPut that away, will ya? âS too early to be meltinâ your brain with that thing.â
Well, what does he expect you to do? Lie there and stare at the ceiling for an hour? âExpect you to be good,â he tells you. âDon't make me get the handcuffs out again.â
Now that you have to laugh at. If he thinks it's too early to be on your phone, it's definitely too early for that
He smirks, opening his eye just a sliver, and the hand on your stomach begins to rub soft circles. âIs that so?â he taunts, his touch sneakily edging downwards. And when he slips beneath the band of your shorts, wellâŠ
Let's just say you're not leaving that bed anytime soon
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move over | m. sturniolo
okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid
ps if youâd like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment đ
summary: matt needs a bigger bed
wc: 1k
warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy 𫥠all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!
..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? wellâŠ
gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !
you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of mattâs bedroom that itâs morning. mattâs fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. youâre already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriendâs cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder wonât go away.
with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still donât have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in mattâs arms and snooze a bit more, even if you donât really need anymore sleep.
itâs a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.
for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing youâd be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. itâs too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.
matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasnât fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. heâs just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.
âmatt?â chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.
matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, âwhat, chris?â
âi had a fucked up dream, dude,â chris says, padding further into the room, âwhereâs y/n?â
matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, âbathroom,â he mumbles, âwhat was it about?â
chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, âyou got into a fuckinâ car accident, a really bad oneâ he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, âcan i sleep in here?â
mattâs face softens and he rubs his eye, âyeah, âcourse.â he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, âthatâs her side,â he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.
chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.
you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to mattâs room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in youâre met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.
âchris?â you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.
matt answers before his brother can, âhe had a bad dream,â he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.
âsure,â you say, as if chris sleeping in mattâs bed doesnât surprise you (it doesnât). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where heâs taking up a bit too much room. âmove over,â you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.
once youâre settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.
you doze in and out, mattâs soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.
after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.
âchris?â he asks, standing in his brotherâs empty bedroom, confused as to why heâs not in bed.
âin here,â chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.
he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. âumâŠhello, what are you doing in here?â nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.
âhe had a bad dream,â matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didnât know he was awake.
âi had a bad dwream,â chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.
âohâŠkay,â nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.
âdid you see the tik tok i sent you?â chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriendâs arm.
âyeah, but iâm a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in mattâs bed right now,â nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.
âcâmon nick you might as well join us,â you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.
you think nick must oblige because he doesnât say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.
âmove over, dummy fuck,â he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.
âi hate them,â matt whispers in your ear.
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TF141 X Retail worker!Reader
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a/n: tf141 x retail worker!reader because the international student au reader is busy, lol
Synopsis: Kyle is the best customer you could ask for, but his teammates aren't as easy.
At first, London seemed like a dream. Hustle, grit, fashion week, the chaos of creativity all bottled into a city that never took a breath. Too bad the reality was different. It wasnât the long hours that crushed you, it was the people, the endless ladder climbing, the sneers hidden behind faux-kind smiles, the stinging burn of rejection from agencies that only saw numbers, not vision. For someone like you, soft around the edges, it was suffocating. So, you left. âI didnât fail,â you told yourself. âI just chose something else.â
Now, you were here, in a sleepy tiny town tucked far from madness, working in retail in a cozy boutique on the corner of a cobbled high street. The shop had charm. All reclaimed wood shelves and vintage Edison bulbs, racks lined with pre-loved jackets, silk scarves, old military coats with stories stitched into their hems. Some days were slow. Most were, but you liked the pace. You liked knowing the regulars by name, their styles by heart.
Your signature Ferrari bomber jacket hung over your shoulder, bright red, bold white racing stripes down the sleeves. It had survived seven years and at least three attempted red wine assassinations. Half the people who walked in complimented it. The other half gave you a knowing look when they spotted the prancing horse.
âI know,â youâd sigh with a smirk. âBeing a Ferrari fan is practically a tragic personality trait.â The jacket made people smile. It made you smile. And in your world, that was enough.
Your favorite customers were a group of four men whoâd started showing up sometime last year. You didnât know how they found you, though it wasnât surprising. Most of your customers came from word-of-mouth; a recommendation from a friend, or sheer luck during a caffeine-fueled detour. Either way, once they got in, they kept coming back.
Kyle was the first. Friendly, easygoing, with a sparkle of curiosity behind those warm chocolate eyes. He liked trying new styles, often picked your brain about fabrics and cuts, and wasnât shy about flipping through racks with genuine enthusiasm. The two of you hit it off quickly. Youâd talk fashionâdesigners, eras, tailoring techniques, so on and so forth. Every now and then, youâd catch him scribbling notes into his phone like he didnât want to forget what youâd said. You had a stupid smile plastered on your face for the rest of the shift.
Johnny followed soon after. Something about his roguish charm and mischief wrapped in a thick Scottish accent made your heart flip. He made a game of flirting with you, asking which shirt made him look like a rockstar, which trousers âhugged the right bits.â You didnât mind. It wasnât sleazy and disgustingly creepy like Mr. Lambertâs comments; it was just cheeky. ââs fun, right, hen?â
The Scot had been through something, there was a scar that curved into his hairline, and sometimes, you caught him checking exits a little too carefully, but he always smiled at you as if the world wasnât heavy on his back.
One day, Kyle told you the others would drop by the shop for a quick tour. âThe captain and lieutenant,â he explained, hanging a pressed crimson sweater on the rack. âFigured you might help. PriceâJohnâneeds to stop dressing like a dad who bought a motorcycle to impress his ex. And Ghost... well, heâs allergic to color. I wonât be there, love. Good luck.â
You laughed, finding his concerns exaggerated. âIâll believe it when I see it.â
And oh boy, you did.
â
The bell above the door chimed, and in walked two figures whose attires screamed âsuspicious crime syndicate members.â One was broad-shouldered, bearded, and wore a low cap over his brow. The other looming shadow wore black jeans and a hoodie, eyes unreadable under a dark skull-printed mask.
âYâalright?â John Priceâs voice was gravel and warmth, all wrapped in one delicious burrito. âYouâre the one tryinâ to make us fashionable?â
âI try to guide people. Whether they listen is another matter.â You corrected him.
Ghost didnât say anything. He stood by the door like a gothic statue, gazing from wall to window to floor, like the entire place might collapse under the weight of vintage cardigans. You offered him a polite smile. He didnât return it.
So. That was Simon, youâd find out his birth name much much later.
Gaz had warned you. But warnings didnât quite prepare you for the presence of someone who could dissolve into a shadow if he really wanted to. You felt your smile falter a little. âBe gentle with the lieutenant, bonnie. Heâs got the fashion sense of a funeral director. Easily spooked, thaâ one.â You remembered Johnny saying it. That Hulk of a man didnât really seem easily spooked or affected by anything at all. But youâd learned not to trust the Scotsmanâs judgement on people. Last time he said your newborn nephew looked like Sid from Ice Age and youâd never felt so offended.
âWell, let me know if anything makes you feel like youâre on a runway show,â you offered lightly, mostly to Price. âOr at least less of a fashion crime.â
That earned you a huff of amusement from the captain. âThat obvious, huh?â
You studied him openly, eyes running over his old leather jacket, faded jeans, boots that looked like theyâd seen more mud than pavement. âI'm getting 'I'm about to start a podcast about whisky and post-divorce toxic masculinity' vibes.â
Ghost let out a short snort. Yes, that sound had come from him. Price, on the other hand, barked a laugh and pointed a finger at you.
âCheeky. Sorry for the trouble, birdie.â
â
The next thirty minutes were⊠interesting.
Price started by rejecting everything. Every coat was too soft, every shirt too âbloody poshâ, every jumper looked like something his dad wouldâve worn to the pub. But he kept trying them on, kept letting you adjust the collar, roll up sleeves, hold a mirror just right. âDonât see whatâs wrong with the leather one Iâve got.â
âJohn, you donât want women to guess youâre divorced and why just by your looks.â You deadpanned behind a rack. The man stopped complaining after that.
âTell me the truth,â he inquired once, eyeing a fitted navy peacoat. âDo I look like someone who owns a boat?â
âYou look like someone who pretends to own a boat to impress his Tinder date.â
He gave you a mildly confused look. âWhatâs Tinder?â
Meanwhile, Ghost hadnât moved an inch. You tried subtle nudges. Held up a long black coat with silver snap buttons. No response. Picked out a designer knit jumper with a high neck. Nothing. Finally, you took a risk.
You stepped closer, gentle but not meek. âLook, Iâm not gonna try and make you wear lime green or anything. But youâre a tall guy. Broad frame. You could make half of this stuff look terrifying in a clever way.â
He tilted his head just enough to make the skull motif shift with him. âNot here to impress anyone.â
âFair. But comfort isnât just about fabric. Itâs about feeling like yourself. Or... the version of you that you donât mind being seen.â
Silence. Again. After a moment, he reached out and you had to stifle your holy hell as he plucked the coat youâd offered off the rack. Then he disappeared into the changing room.
You turned back to Price, whose eyes held something vaguely amused. âI owe Kyle a pint,â he winked.
Ghost walked out of the fitting room, and the entire shop seemed to still for a moment. The coat suited him like it had been tailored specifically for his bulk. The wool draped across his shoulders and the belt cinched just enough to emphasize the lean strength of his torso.
âŠ
âCould be worse.â
You beamed. That was a five-star review coming from him.
Eventually, both men found something they liked. Price left with the peacoat and a rugged forest green henley. Ghost kept the long coat and to your absolute delight, picked up a navy blue shirt as they were checking out. You didnât mention it. You figured calling attention to it might break the spell.
At the register, Price handed over his card with a smirk. âSuppose I owe you an apology, birdie. Thought thisâd be a waste of time...â
âDonât worry. Iâll pretend you were a nightmare and insulted my entire stock.â
âAttagirl.â
â
Later that evening, Kyle poked his head back in while you tidied the place back into shape. âThey liked you,â he cheered.
âIâm irresistible.â
âNah, seriously. You made Ghost wear something that wasnât from a tactical catalog. Thatâs magic.â You rolled your eyes. However, when he left and you locked the door behind him, a little glow lingered in your chest.
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hi can i ask how p1harmony would act if their partner run out of social battery in public settings? thank youu
when you run out of social battery âĄ
# author's note ⊠wow i havenât written in this format for a while <\3

âćœĄ KEEHO [ êž°íž ]
youâre both chill and stubborn so good luck with that :p
you always try to act like youâre not tired but if keeho asks you, you tell him the truth
if its an event he really really really wanted to attend youâll both stay until heâs done but you can be assured heâll pamper you later <3
and during too!
âone more hour, okay? thereâs still some people i wanted to talk toâ he pouted slightly and you just nodded, sending him a lazy smile âiâll grab you a drink, hm?â
you watched him have fun and that warmed your heart. he was all giddy and excited, you just didnât have the gut to go home now.
once he was done and satisfied, he ordered an uber and wrapped an arm around you waiting for it to arrive. your eyes were half closed, nuzzling into him for assurance.
âiâm so proud, you know? thank you for holding on, i really appreciate it. love youâ he hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.
âanything for you. can you scratch my back when we go to sleep though?â you asked, raising your head up. keeho grinned with a nod.
âof courseâ
âćœĄ INTAK [ ìží ]
he could be in the middle of a concert and see a glimpse of tiredness on your face and call it a day
heâs soooo chivalrous:( heâll take the blame so you donât feel guilty for going home earlier
(even if you protest)
intak bursted out laughing at a joke one of his friends cracked and with a corner of his eye he saw your bland reaction. it was a sign youâre out of your social battery; well, you started feeling exhausted earlier - you became non verbal a while ago and started fiddling with your purse.
one look it took for you two to communicate that youâre tired. you opened your lips to announce it but intak grabbed your hand under the table and let out a sudden, loud gasp that even startled you.
âah, i forgot i have practice tomorrow. shit, we moved it and it totally slipped my mind⊠the joke about aliends just reminded me⊠you know, soul⊠well, whatever. weâll keep going, im so so sorry!â he said normally, rubbing your skin and sending his friends an apologetic smile âletâs do this again soon, guys! i had so much fun! let me know when you get home, okay?â
they were not too happy about it but let you go, minutes later you two sitting in a cab.
âyouâre crazyâ you grunted and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. seeing you a bit more relaxed now was worth it.
âi was getting tired too, either way.â
âćœĄ THEO [ í
ì€ ]
hes just so into whats happening that more often than not he kind of misses the stage when you run out of your battery :(
he feels really guilty when he does though so u can be sure the second he realizes youâre like,, half asleep, heâs taking you home
wont admit but lowkey ur sleepy state is far more worth observing than whatever he was doing at the social outing
âand then i won! literally snatched the ball from his hands andââ taeyang was explaining how he absolutely destroyed intak in a basketball game they had recently, when keeho nudged his arm.
âyour partner is sleeping on seob. and heâs also asleepâ the leader snickered and theoâs eyes widened as he scanned the place in search of you. eventually, he saw you and the youngest asleep on the couch. your head leaning on his shoulder, seobâs head resting on yours. a soft smile formed on taeyangâs lips.
âletâs get them homeâ he snickered and stood up. guilt washed over him that he didnât notice earlier.
he gently woke you up, sleepy eyes meeting his. theo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
âhi, sleepyhead. sorry for not noticing earlierâ he hummed and you just shook your head in protest.
âitâs okay, jongseob is a nice pillowâ you snickered and your boyfriend just tsked.
âgood thing weâre going home now. iâm a better pillow, actuallyâ taeyang puffed his chest out dramatically and helped you stand up.
ânot with that big head of yours, idiotââ the youngerâs voice sounded quietly from below.
âćœĄ JIUNG [ ì§ì
]
another gentleman đ„č
always puts you first, no matter the circumstances!!
does not care in the slightest what others will think,, like hello u wanna be home, so then be it!
you really tried to act like youâre not tired, you really did. but shota started showing you his island on his switch and you couldnât help your eyes from closing a bit. you two ran off to hide your unwillingness to be here â since jiung really wanted to attend this party you just didnât want to go home yet. since soul also felt a little sleepy and didnât mind you not talking, you just watched his animal crossing shenanigans.
âhere you two areâ you heard a familiar voice and slowly looked up to see jiung. he sent you a soft smile and then noticed shota rubbing his eyes. âletâs go home, okay?â
ânooo you wanted to be hereâ you whined, a small pout on your lips. he shook his head and helped you stand up.
âiâve had my fun. now itâs time for bed. both of youâ he giggled and helped shota stand up too âi feel like a grumpy dadâ
you scoffed and pecked his cheek, grabbing the younger boyâs switch before it slipped out of his hand. jiung sent you a warm smile and interlocked your hand with his.
âćœĄ SHOTA [ çżć€Ș ]
he sooo gets the feeling of running out of social battery:(
when there are times when you run out of it sooner than him (which is rather the other way around) heâll ,, well ..
go home without telling anyone (maybe except his mom (keeho))
âshota, iâm kinda tiredâ you mumbled into his ear, hanging on his shoulder tiredly. he scanned your face with wide eyes â and the hands that were anxiously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. he nodded, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers with his reassuringly âbut we donât have toââ
âletâs go thenâ your boyfriend smiled softly and dragged you to the exit, sneaking behind the crowd. you played along, pretending to be walking on your tip toes. once out, fresh air made you wake up a little.
âwonât they be worried?â you asked quietly. shota hummed in thought.
âno, i told keeho. besides, we left togetherâ he shrugged and swung your hands a little. the gesture was really precious âdo you want to play minecraft when we get home? we donât have to talkâ
âćœĄ JONGSEOB [ ìą
ì ]
honestly he couldnât care less what others will think
if his baby is out of social battery, heâs out of there
heâs just so rebellious ! (will get yelled at later)
seob noticed you drifting away a while ago but only when you poked his arm gently, he was sure. he leaned forward to hear you better.
âi kind of want to go home but⊠if you want to stay thatâs fine too. i just wonât be too talkative, iâm really triedâ you told him, scanning his reaction. he nodded and looked at you. tucking back a stray hair behind your ear with a mischievous look in his eye.
âletâs head home then. itâs pissing me off that i canât kiss you here with all the people aroundâ he teased with a playful smile (and itâs not like that heâs too shy to do it in public or whatever).
jongseob took your hand gently and you two sneaked outside, leaving without a word.
âi wonder when will they noticeâ you giggled, wrapping your hand around his arm.
âif they even willâ jongseob snickered.
masterlist <3
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@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee
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Danny in Metropolis, ch4 p1
aka: Kon is so gay and so gone for this disaster twink
masterpost no concrit/editing please. very headache, very sleepy, very hand hurty <3
For the first time since Kon had started bringing them for him, Danny wasnât finishing his lunch. It was extra worrying because Danny hadnât even touched the dried mango slices, which was one of his absolute favorite lunch time items. Kon hated himself a little for knowing that and noticing, but he did and had. He noticed a lot of little things about Danny.
That day Kon was noticing how pale Danny was, that the circle under his eyes were darker, that his eyes were a little glassy. All Kon could think of was that conversation were Clark had asked if Danny had been sick and a list: Gatorade, jello, broth, fake cherry flavoring.
With their other friends at the table, Kon couldnât even ask about Danny if he was feeling sick. He was sure if he had tried that Danny would just laugh it off. He always tried to laugh things off. Which meant for the rest of the day that Kon just had to worry and notice.
Notice Danny growing more fatigued. Notice how he drooped. Notice the bit of blood crusted around Dannyâs nose after he got back from the bathroom in last period.
Kon picked up Dannyâs backpack when the bell rung and they stood to leave. Danny looked at him with furrowed brows, but Kon just slung it on his front and raised his chin with a jut. âIâm walking you homeâmine or yours, whichever.â
Danny rolled his eyes, but even that motion didnât have any heart in it. âDonât want to be a bother.â
âFor like the hundredth time, youâre not a bother. My parents love you and Jon canât wait to bug you about more space facts.â
Danny blushed faintly and rubbed at the back of his neck. âThey do not love me.â
âThey love you,â Kon said confidently. âYouâre a good influence on my or some shit. They think youâre all polite and adorable.â
Danny gave a little snort. âI am polite and adorable.â
Kon gave a little shrug, which was hindered by the two backpacks he had on. âNever said they were wrong.â
Danny sputtered at Konâs easy response and blushed a little deeper.
âMy place then? Lois is making walking tacos which is like, the one thing that she can reliably make and not mess up. I think itâs because itâs just adding taco seasoning to ground turkey. Oh, are you up for meat tonight? We can do chickpeas for you if you arenât,â Kon said. As long as he kept talking he knew that Danny would just follow. It was a little underhanded, but Kon figured sometimes Danny needed that to take care of himself. âI talked to Jonâs little demon friend and he said that chickpeas were a really good substitution for meat a lot of times. But also there will be baked beans cause we always have those with walking tacos so maybe you donât want anything else? Anyways, the option is there. Do you even like chickpeas?â
âChickpeas is humus, yeah? I like them like that,â Danny said after a beat where he was clearly trying to catch up with Konâs stream of words. âBut what the hell are âwalking tacosâ?â
âOh, ah, Frito salad? Taco bowl? Taco salad? Taco meat, beans, and cheese over lettuce and Fritos. MâLois will have salsa and sour cream too,â Kon explained.
âOh. Yeah, my old school used to do those for lunch sometimes. That seems like a weird thing to be good at making,â Danny pointed out.
âLois says itâs because of the walking part, itâs good to eat on the road between stories,â Kon said. âConvince store food and things you can make in a hotel room are her specialties.â
Danny chuckled at that (the first laugh Kon had heard from him that day). âThatâs almost hard to believe. She seems soâŠbig.â
âBig?â
"Danny shrugged. âLarger than life. Big city. Powerful. Sheâs a whirlwind, like you are.â
Kon blinked. âYou think Iâm a whirlwind?â
âYep,â Danny said, popping the P. âI mean, like, where even are we? I donât know how we got here, I was just caught up in whirlwind Conner.â
Kon snorted. âWeâre taking a short cut back to my place so I can make you take a damn nap.â
âNap. A nap sounds really good,â Danny said dreamily.
#dp x dc#danny/kon#danny in metropolis#still need a real titled#I had one once but can't remember it lol
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girl, could you do a touch starved senku oneshot? GN reader please
Cling Radius:
(Word Count: 736 // Spoilers: none)
The nights out here were colder than you remembered. Not colder in temperatureâthough, granted, sleeping in an open-roofed hut was a far cry from central heatingâbut colder in tone. Quiet in that eerie, ancient way. No distant hum of city lights, no soft rumble of traffic. Just crickets. And the occasional howl that sounded way too close.
Still, none of that explained why Senku was pressed to your back like a goddamn second skin.
You blinked up at the thatched ceiling, eyes adjusting to the moonlight spilling in from above, your limbs still half-asleep. Senku was out cold behind you, chest rising in slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped heavy over your middle, the other wedged under your neck like a makeshift pillow. His long legs were tangled with yours in a mess of barely-washed sheets, and he smelled faintly of charcoal and mint leaves.
You didnât dare move.
Not because you didnât want to. But because you were still trying to process what the hell this was.
When you were revived, the first thing you rememberedâafter the scream-inducing sensation of skin cracking back to lifeâwas Senkuâs face hovering above yours, tense but relieved. Heâd cracked some stupid science joke, youâd flipped him off, and everything had felt strangely normal.
Except⊠it wasnât.
Because Senku, for all his scientific detachment and emotionally stunted habits pre-petrification, had not stopped touching you since.
A guiding hand at your lower back. A shoulder bump when no one else was watching. Fingers brushing yours when he passed tools or water. A low, murmured âYou good?â as his knuckles barely grazed your jaw to check your fever that didnât exist. And nowâthis. Night after night of you waking up basically cocooned in the human version of a space heater with freakishly pointy hair.
You tilted your head slightly. His breath was warm against your neck. A little uneven now that you were shifting.
âSenku,â you whispered, just to see if he was awake.
No response. He only curled tighter.
His hand slid from your waist to your stomach, fingers splaying out like he was subconsciously making sure you were still there. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
You bit your lip and held still a little longer. Not out of awkwardness anymore, but out of⊠curiosity.
Because, yeah. Before the whole stone-world and de-petrification and war stuff, Senku wouldnât have touched you with a ten-foot pole unless it involved CPR or slapping a lab coat on you. He wasnât cold, not exactlyâbut his mind was always elsewhere. Always calculating. Intimacy wasnât a formula he prioritized.
Now?
Now, he curled around you like the night would take you away.
Eventually, his voiceâlow and cracked with sleepâbroke the silence.
âYouâre overthinking again.â
You flinched. âYou're awake?â
âBarely,â he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder. His nose was freezing. âBut I can feel your heartbeat trying to vibrate through the dirt floor. It's annoying.â
You were silent for a beat. âYouâre literally clinging to me.â
âBecause you were cold.â
âI wasn't cold.â
âYou couldâve been.â
ââŠYou really think that holds up as logic?â
Senku gave a sleepy scoff, which somehow translated into a snort and a hum. âShut up. Let me have this.â
You blinked at the ceiling again, mouth twitching.
âSo whatâpost-petrification side effect is... extreme clinginess?â
âMaybe,â he muttered. âBrainâs the same. Bodyâs not. People change.â
You let out a breath, soft. âYou used to be so weird about touch.â
âYeah, well,â he said, barely audible now, his fingers twitching once against your stomach before relaxing, âyouâre here now.â
That quieted you.
Because it wasnât said dramatically. It wasnât even said sweetly. It was just true. And in that moment, it hit you: in this war-torn, half-dead, primitive second life, Senku had lost a lot. Most things, maybe. But you? You were one of the few things he got back.
And apparently, he wasnât planning on letting you go again.
ââŠDo you do this with everyone?â you teased lightly, trying to shake off the tight feeling in your chest.
âHell no,â he said without missing a beat.
And you felt his arm tighten around you againâlike an instinct. Like a reflex.
âJust you,â he added, softer this time. âDonât make it weird.â
Too late, you thought, cheeks warming.
But you didnât move. You didnât want to.
Not when his touchâawkward, unconscious, needyâwas the warmest thing left in this world.
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âćœĄ beyond limits ËłàŒê ¶
characters: park gyeong seok (player 246), kang dae ho (player 388), hwang in ho (player 001 / the frontman)
ËłàŒê ¶ summary: them with a black cat / grumpy gf headcannons - purely sfw
park gyeong seok (player 246)
â
he himself isnât much of a social person, but he doesnât shy / avoid interaction with people like you do - after all, he kinda needs to have some sort of social skills with the job he has. but regardless, you both would go well together. most of the times you just live your lives as peacefully as possible, just getting through the day and coming home to eachother
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even though youâre grumpy and withdrawn from other people, he knows how much you love him even if you donât speak the words to him so often. he learned that what wasnât expressed through words was shown through your actions; thereâd be times where youâd pack him lunch - even though you know he usually picks something up at the food stands / convenience store - before he heads out to work another shift at the amusement park, or when youâd take the initiative when he was exhausted and youâd buy him random trinkets when you went out alone
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as mentioned in my other post, his love language is quality time and words of affirmation (quality time is one of your love languages as well, so it makes it all the better). while there are very little people that you like and would give your energy to, with the people you love you get drunk on just spending time with them. there have been times where youâd caught yourself admiring him but when heâd confront you about it, youâd deny the hell out of it. for words of affirmation, with your personality, he tries to maintain boundaries by not coming off as too overbearing with his praises - meaning he tries his best to limit them - but you honestly love it and donât make an effort to tell him cause you like to watch him cutely struggle
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he knows you donât like interacting with the other parents and their kids when you go to pick up his daughter, but itâs sometimes hard to avoid them when his daughter is such a social person. sheâd take your hand - when thereâd be a parent meeting or some other gathering where all the parents would be together - and take you to some of her friends so you could all play together. he would just watch with a tiny smile - seeing how even though you were uncomfortable, you held through it just to make na-yeon happy
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you can act like you donât want his touch / affection but the times where you pull him back into your embrace or stop him from getting up in the morning with your tired whine ultimately contradicts that. your act sometimes breaks, and youâll constantly ask him why he has to do such a thing when he has you and why heâs leaving you
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âbut i donât want you to go.â your eyebrows were flat against your face as you tiredly wiped the sleepiness away. his side of the bed cold and empty as you watched him rummage through the closet for an outfit to wear to work.
he abandoned the task momentarily with an affectionate sigh, his steps softly echoing against the floorboards as he made his way to your side. knowing him, he was probably going to try to explain that he wasnât leaving you but that it was expected of him to go to work. but you werenât having it with the lecture so once he was inches away from you, you wasted no time in getting him within your grip just so you could pull him down, his head resting on your chest (although the position was a bit awkward as you couldnât fully pull him back into the ruffled sheets)
âwhy do you have to go to work anyways? you already have a muse right here in your bed.â
kang dae ho (player 388)
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you and him were polar opposites; he was a golden retriever bathed in sunlight while you were a black cat that worshiped the moon. itâs so cute to see though. before youâd officially gotten together heâd admired and crushed on you from afar, wishing so badly that you had a positive opinion of him
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he likes it when you style his hair for him, it gives him more time to just watch the subtle changes in your expression as you battle the task
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since heâs such a social person i would say he has a fine circle of friends. he sometimes tries to urge you to join him when heâs invited to go out and pouts when you brush him off. he understands that youâre not really welcoming to those you didnât know but he just wants you there with him you know? you donât have to talk or do anything with anyone, he just wants to hold your hand while he does
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he orders for you at restaurants. once youâd picked what you wanted all you had to do was tell him and he got that covered
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when youâre overwhelmed and overstimulated, youâre prone to snapping, and letâs just say he doesnât like when it happens. while youâre quiet most of the time and mind your own business, if you get irritated you can easily sharpen your words to daggers; which usually ends up with someone hurt. if itâs him, when youâd realized how you acted towards him you felt immense guilt; itâs even more painful because he forgives you so easily. you definitely make it up to him with extra cuddles and kisses - anything to see that beautiful smile back on his face
hwang in ho (player 001 / the frontman)
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you could say that his personality is mutation of your own. he remains a sense of professionalism as he works as the frontman and doesnât make any meaningless connections. to him, there were not many people on the island that he really had to adjust his personality for - but he could if the situation really called for it (like when he entered the games) - so itâs just you and him being the embodiment of grumpy x grumpy
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your relationship would be pretty calm as well. besides the chaos he creates in the games, heâs not one for unnecessary drama and stress within his close relationships. he has other priorities and views it as a distraction, so he tries his best to figure out / compromise when problems arise
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with him, as he is a busy man, i feel like youâd be the clingy one in the relationship - but you donât show it and try your best to hide it. if he gets the hint of how needy you are for him though, he wouldnât give in so easily. he wants you to speak on what you want; for you to become vulnerable with him so he can witness your face becoming red
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when itâs a calm and easy day, you two would usually spend it in bed reading. i can just carefully picture you in his quarters resting in the crook of his arm reading - or not - while the glass panes get coated with the clear drops of rain
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he knows that you donât like people or interacting with them, so he makes your life pretty easy by creating strict rules for the guards - what they could and couldnât do regarding you. while heâs protective, he knows you can take care of yourself so thereâs no guards following you around monitoring / assisting you with everything you do. he doesnât really trust the guards anyways; he picked him off of the streets just as heâd done with the players and with the shit he orders them to do, he doesnât really know their moral standpoints on everything, so maybe itâs a good thing that they arenât around you that much
the end! i hope you enjoyed <3!
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dying in the heat rn, so how do you think jj would react if you moved to sleep somewhere else in the middle of the night because you were too hot with his body heat?
Oh JJ would not stand for that! After hours of tossing and turning throughout the night, you finally gave up on trying to sleep with JJâs body heat pressed against you.
You didnât know how he was sleeping so soundly considering he was quite literally a human furnace, but his soft snores got quieter and quieter as you pulled yourself out of the bed and padded out to the pullout couch in the living room of the chateau.
You got yourself comfortable, sighing as you felt yourself begin to cool off, eyes becoming heavy as sleep finally took over.
It didnât last long, however, because just as you were about to enter a deep sleep, you felt yourself being lifted into the air, immediately making you gasp loudly, your eyes shooting open only to realize JJ was fucking carrying you back to bed.
âJJ! What the fuck?â You smacked his arm lightly, your heart rate slowing down once you realized it was just him. In your sleepy daze, you thought you were being kidnapped or something.
âShh, âs alright, just me,â he laid you down in the bed before plopping down beside you. âWhat were you doinâ out there?â He asked you, his voice thick with sleep. He had clearly left the bedroom to find you only seconds after he had woken up.
You sighed, feeling annoyed with how you were heating up once again but also a bit guilty.
âItâs so fucking hot in here and â as much as I love sleeping with you, you are a human furnace. I canât sleep when itâs so hot.â You explained, gentle with your tone. It wasnât his fault he was so warm. When it was colder out, that was something you really loved about him, just not during this heatwave from hell.
He hummed at your words, not saying anything for a moment as if he were taking a second to process what you had said. Like he was mentally trying to come up with a solution.
âBe right back.â Was all he said in response, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and exiting the bedroom. Lord knew what he was doing, but he didnât seem offended, so that was good.
You fanned yourself with your hand as you lay there waiting for his return, turning your head towards the door once you heard him approaching.
âAlright, we can go get an extra box fan or somethinâ tomorrow, but maybe thisâll help for tonight.â He shut the bedroom door behind him before stepping over to your side of the bed, an ice pack and a washcloth in his hands.
âWhat is thisââ
âSit up for me, baby.â
You did as he said, sitting up just a little as he wrapped the cool washcloth around the ice pack and placed it on your pillow, right where the back of your neck would go. He gently lowered you back down and you could have moaned at the cool feeling that tickled your neck and slowly started to cool you off completely.
âOh that⊠that feels nice.â You giggled softly, earning a satisfied grin from your boyfriend as he crawled back into bed beside you, lovingly kissing your slightly sweaty forehead.
âMm, salty.â He licked his lips once he pulled away, which got him a middle finger in response, but you quickly dropped it, reaching out to him to pull him closer to you.
âThank you for this, âm sorry I just left. I didnât think I would wake you up.â You told him, his head resting against the side of your boobs, one of his favorite places to be.
âCanât sleep without you, baby. Hopefully this helps.â He said simply, brushing off your apology. To him, it wasnât necessary.
Your eyes grew heavy, the soft murmur of JJâs voice mixed with the cool sensation below your neck was relaxing you finally. Plus, JJ was nuzzled against you, still warm but the coolness from the ice pack mellowed it out quite a bit.
Maybe you would wake up sweaty and overheated again, but you would manage. This was your favorite place to be, whether or not you were on the verge of a heat stroke.
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"What's up small fry?" Tony asks when he catches a blur of red and blue in the corner of his eye.
He continues unscrewing pieces from inside the old car engine at random, deconstructing the machine. Tony looks up at Peter when he gets no reply.
"Pete?"
Peter's hand slips from the door frame, trudging over to Tony across the workshop.
The sun must have gone down without Tony noticing, the only light in the room coming from a few scattered table lamps. Explains all the squinting he's been needing to do anyways. Peter doesn't have his mask on, but his face is too shadowed to read.
"How was patrol? I think someone made dinner, we can heat it up together. Or there's that mac and cheese you likeâ"
Peter comes closer and doesn't stop until he's crashing into Tony in an all-encompassing embrace. His arms constrict around Tony's waist, face squashed into the older's chest.
"Oh."
Tony looks down at the tuft of gelled curls, a warm sigh leaving Peter's mouth as his body melts into Tony.
Tony's arms jerk to catch the boy, scared he'll simply wash away, but Peter only relaxes further into the hug. Peter secures his grip with an unwavering hold despite the tension that drains from him in a steady stream.
When the hug sustains Tony pulls him closer, tucking his chin over Peter's head and breathing out his own restlessness. One arm rubs up and down Peter's back, thumb drawing a strong pressure into the firm muscle.
They stay like this; Tony's eyes close at some point, their breathing syncing into even exchanges like heart beats. He isn't sure if he should be worried or confused, but all thoughts flit out of his brain at the genuine expression of affection being laid upon him.
It's Peter who lets go first, death grip sliding away until Tony becomes aware enough to unwrap his own self as well.
"Sorry, I just really needed that," the boy mutters.
"Um. No problem."
Peter steps away, and Tony gives him a look up and down. He doesn't seem injured, but a weariness clings to his bones like laundry scent on fresh sheets.
"M'hungry. Can you make the mac n' cheese?"
Normally Tony would refuse, mostly out of the habit of saying 'no' whenever someone asks something of him before he even actually considers it, but Peter's eyes are big and earnest, and he quite possibly has turned Tony into a giant teddy bear with the way he's been appeased and clung to.
"Sure thing. Why don't you go get changed and I'll meet you in the kitchen?"
Tony is plating up the steaming, alarmingly orange food with a side of the lamb chop someone cooked earlier and a peeled clementine when Peter wanders into the room. He's in his signature hello kitty pajama pants and a striped sweater Tony is sure is his girlfriend Michelle's.
He looks a bit better now, simply sleepy instead of dead on his feet, the attempt of usual pep in his step as he comes and lays his head down in his arms on the kitchen table.
Tony places the food in front of him, Peter immediately shoving a spoonful of the pasta into his mouth without picking his head up.
"Fank 'ou."
Tony lets a humorous puff of air out of his nostrils.
"You're welcome, now don't talk with your mouth full," he says while ruffling the boys hair.
He swallows, "your hand smells like oranges."
Tony pilfers a piece of fruit from Peter's plate, taking a seat across from the boy and shooting a brief raise of his eyebrows his way.
"I wonder why."
Peter smiles at him.
He smiles back.
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(Genshin Impact) Giving Headpats to Furina, Lynette, Arlecchino, Chiori, Lumine, Jean, Eula, Noelle, Ayaka, Sara, Yae, Shenhe, and Xianyun
No one requested this, as for the reason this post exists, the only thing I can give you is this image:
Furina freezes up the moment she feels S/O's hand pick up her hat, only to ruffle her hair.
She squawks for just a moment, quickly blushing and pouting as Furina yanks her hat down.
(Furina) "D-Don't just start patting me out of nowhere!"
Crossing her arms, she looks away, trying to not look bothered about the whole affair.
She finds it highly embarrassing. At least in public.
The moment they're alone and she feels their hand, she closes her eyes and completely relaxes, humming in content.
There's still a blush on her, but it's far more subdued unless S/O starts teasing her about it.
Lynette does not like just anyone rubbing her head due to her cat-like features.
In public, the top of her head in general is completely off limits.
But if it's just her and S/O at home, then she allows it.
In fact, when S/O's hand starts petting her head, she leans into them completely as her eyes close, just like an actual cat.
Her ears twitch a little, but her tail swishes left and right happily.
If they stop too early, Lynette's eyes slowly open and looks at them expectantly.
(Lynette) "...Why did you stop?"
Feeling the warm of their hand allowed Lynette to rest comfortably, and to space out to her heart's content.
Arlecchino did the same thing to comfort many of the children at the Hearth.
Yet she didn't know what to do when S/O did the same, feeling her hair slightly ruffled.
If her S/O was taller (in which case "Dude, you look huge"), she really wouldn't comment on the height difference, but if they were shorter, THEN she'd be surprised they would even attempt it.
Arlecchino doesn't care if it's in private or public, but she would care if they did so in front of her kids.
Because then they'd see that she has someone that can make her comfortable too, which in turn makes them happy.
Seeing their father cared for puts them at ease, making Arlecchino thankful in her own way.
But as for the action itself: she would just talk to them in her usual tone, though with a bit of a "threat" lying underneath.
(Arlecchino) "Did you wish for me to pat your head too, S/O? I might be rougher with you than the others."
Chiori raises an eyerbrow.
(Chiori) "S/O, what are you doing?"
Once they explain themselves, Chiori can't help roll her eyes.
(Chiori) "Did you expect me to get all flustered from that? Psh, it'll take a little more than messing up my hair to do that. Speaking of which, can you fix it for me? I'm a little busy here."
She finds it cute, yeah, but it's not that big of a deal.
Plus, she finds it weird.
Who just goes around, patting their girlfriends' heads unprompted?
Oh well, it's not like this was particularly harmful, so Chiori lets it slide.
But if they do that in front of customers or in public, S/O is dead.
Lumine's body stiffens when S/O's hand ruffles her hair lovingly, before she quickly giggles.
(Lumine) "Hey, stand still!"
She quickly does the same back, though her retaliation is far more playful and destructive.
S/O's hair is an absolute mess now, Lumine giving a cheeky grin back.
(Lumine) "There, now you look better than before!"
It does not take long for the situation to quickly devolve into a tickle fight with both of them on the bed laughing.
Jean takes a moment to register what S/O is doing, but after a few seconds she smiles.
Jean lets her shoulders drop, feeling more at ease by the second.
So this is how Barbara and Klee felt when she did the same.
(Jean) "Your hand feels quite nice, S/O..."
She doesn't realize her own flushed cheeks as her vision becomes slightly hazed with her affection.
If anything, she feels a little sad everytime they pull back.
It was such a relaxing sensation, and honestly made her feel a little sleepy.
Eula's head feels a bit colder to the touch, but her body is rapidly heating up, especially her face.
(Eula) "What do you think you're doing, S/O?"
Hearing their answer, Eula pauses for a moment before responding.
(Eula) "Next time, you should ask for permission instead of rubbing my hair like I'm some sort of child...I don't recall asking you to stop either."
In classic Eula fashion, she doesn't tell them directly that she loves the feeling of their hands.
But she'd be damned if she was going to admit something so embarrassing.
Noelle feels a mixture of pride and embarrassment everytime S/O pats her on the head.
On one hand it felt quite nice, and the gesture was very sweet!
But it made her feel a little childish.
She never voiced her latter feelings aloud, because it still made her flustered all the same.
(Noelle) "A-Ah...Um, thank you, S/O...!"
It made her want to do her best everytime just so she could receive such affection, and made sure to do it back to them!
But with her strength, she accidentally completely dishevels their hair.
Before promptly fixing it in nearly an instant with her skills as a dutiful maid!
Ayaka exhales deeply, any words she had completely fading away in bliss.
These were the kinds of moments Ayaka longed for, to simply share affection with a lover of her own.
It made her feel quite normal as opposed to the prim and proper noblewoman she was forced to be.
(Ayaka) "If I may be selfish for a moment, might I ask for you to continue...?"
She'd be a little embarrassed asking for more, but her shame vanishes the moment she feels their hand on her head again.
Ayaka is too shy to initiate the headpatting on her own, most of the time having her hand almost reach her S/O's head before pulling away last second.
Sara flinches and leans away from S/O on instinct.
(Sara) "What are you-...M-My apologies, I was just not expecting you to..."
Her hand fidgets for a moment before Sara lets out a sigh.
(Sara) "If you wanted to touch my hair, you can just ask."
Now that she was actually ready for S/O, she enjoyed the feeling of their fingers brushing against her hair.
It was relaxing as she let down her guard and enjoyed the physical affection.
Needless to say, Sara absolutely did not want S/O to do this in public.
Seeing Inazuma's general get pat on the head so lovingly would obliterate her image.
Yae smirks as she leans her head closer to them, not saying a word at first.
Her ears twitch for just a moment as she opens her mouth to speak.
(Yae) "Well, does my hair feel nice, S/O?"
And before S/O knows it, her tail wrapped around their waist before bringing them closer and her the back of her head is resting on their lap.
Yae's hand waves nonchalantly, and her tone growing increasingly ever more teasing.
(Yae) "I expect to be pampered properly, S/O. You can't leave a job half-finished after all!"
Now, Yae expects S/O to tend to her hair, in public or private, she doesn't really care.
As long as there were some good reactions from S/O both was fine, though in public tended to provide the funniest result.
...Oh, and their hands did feel nice. But she'd figure it'd be more entertaining to let S/O figure that one out themselves.
Shenhe knows this feeling well.
Cloud Retainer did the same thing whenever she meant to comfort her.
And of course, the feeling is much of the same when S/O does it to her.
WIth zero shame or hesitation, she closes her eyes and the corners of her lips grow into some semblance of a smile.
(Shenhe) "Your hands are soft, S/O...They feel good."
Instead of leaning into them, she grabs their entire arm and has their hand stay stuck in place.
But Shenhe is careful enough to not hurt them during the process.
She opens her eyes and calmly asks them:
(Shenhe) "Can you keep your hand in place for a little longer?"
Xianyun had provided much of the same comfort to all her disciples before.
But never has anyone attempted to pat her head.
So when she feels S/O's hands do the same motion, she is stunned for a few moments.
Clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, she puts on the best poker face she can.
(Xianyun) "W-Why did you feel the need to rub One's head, One is not feeling upset."
...The blush on her cheeks gave her feelings completely away, if the stutter didn't already do that.
Xianyun is far too proud to admit that headpat made her heart skip, and she would refuse to ever do so.
A mortal patting an Adeptus' head? Absolutely ridiculous!
...She wanted S/O to do that again.
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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWGIRL



â p; cowgirl ellie x f!reader
â cw: strap on, sex, name calling (praise & degradation) and more
âËàż Cowgirl Ellie that delights in taking you on rides atop horse. The way you instinctively wrap your arms around her waist, seeking reassurance and stability, your heart racing in tandem with the trotting. She could feel your every curve against her. âHold on tight, sweetheart,â She reminds, turning her head to the side to see you through her peripheral with a smile. âWouldnât want yaâ to fall off.â
âËàż Cowgirl Ellie that shows off the gun on her holster whenever a man tries to hit on you. Her gaze is stern, perhaps sided with a cocked eyebrow, while she lifts her shirt to reveal the weapon. You're too busy hooked onto her arm to even notice the staring man, "Ellie are you even listening?" You complain with a growing pout. She returns back to the conversation, hand on your chin. "Repeat that hun?"
âËàż Cowgirl Ellie takes you to ranches with parties and horse or bull riding shoes just to show you off and boast about her skills. She'll keep you around, telling all her friends about the cute little doll she got. Then she'll tell you to watch her ride. Her friends curiousity always tipped you off. "How long you and Williams have been together?" "How much younger are ya'?"
âËàż Cowgirl Ellie that taught you the hat rule, taking off her hat and placing it on your head. When she took note of the oblivious expression painted on your features, she chuckled and pulled on your waist to press you flush against her. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy," She joked, assuming you'd heard the phrase and would understand now. When you shook your head cluelessly, she finally explained and took joy in the little embarrassed, flush look on your face.
âËàż Cowgirl Ellie that took you home that night and performed the phrase a bit too literally.
She leaned against the headboard, her hands tightly on the supple skin of your hips. Her loose jeans were now under her ass yet not completely pulled off her body, testament to the rushed movements.
Ellie's strap was already out of her boxers and instead formed a bulge inside your tummy. You were completely nude besides the panties you pushed to the side in a hurry. She thrusted her hips upwards, watching your tits bounce with the erratic movement.
She couldn't help but let out whiny little groans at the sensation of the harness teasing at her clit, head thrown back as you tried to maintain a steady pace. "Ellâ Ellie-," Your voice was in the form of a complain, tongue nearly lolling out.
She nods in acknowledgement, grabbing your jaw to keep your eyes set on hers. "Feel me, sweetheart?" She huffs out, pressing her other hand on your tummy to highlight the print of her silicone dick. "Right in there," She gestures.
Your hands were flat on her abs, using them as leverage to hoist your body up and down. Your thighs trembled, the strap hitting your deepest and sweetest spots each time with ease. Her hat was already thrown in some corner of the room, along with all the articles of clothing.
Your babbles were now small whimpers, "Please Ellie, just fuck meâ" Her hands hold your hips in the air, simply thrusting into you to hit the perfect spot. You let her handle you roughly, tongue coming out while a bundle formed in your tummy. "Close baby girl?" She whispered, giving you a few harsher thrusts for you to cum all over her strap.
Your sleepy, needy moans were shown on the white ring of cum dripping down the silicone, lips permanently stuck in the O shape. "Mmm, dirty girl." Ellie bites softly onto your earlobe, giving you another hard, whimper-eliciting thrust.
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