#FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

[frudoo]

Simon Riley kisses with everything he has—everything he is. He leaves you breathless long before his lips ever touch yours. Gently running his fingers through your hair, or cupping your face with one hand, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. His honeyed brown eyes are so full of life as they stare into yours and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul just with his gaze. Just before you get the chance to break the tension, find some relief, he does it for you, closing the expectant space between the two of you. His lips part deliberately, gently slotting between yours with careful, practiced ease because he wants it to be perfect for you every single time.

Simon Riley kisses with nothing short of perfection; maybe it’s the military in him that makes him need to perform flawlessly, or maybe it’s the way you look at him like he’s human that makes him want to cherish you, convince you—or himself, though he’d never admit it—that he can make you happy. He’s obsessed with you, the softness of your lips, the taste he craves on a long, grueling mission. Perhaps that’s why he devours you when he comes back home, kissing you like his life depends on it, because it does. He suckles on your bottom lip like a newborn to its mother’s breast—you’re his life source and he’s drinking you up. You nourish him and don’t even realize it until he’s cradling the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close.

Simon Riley refuses to pull away first, a low whine escaping his throat when you do part. You pant, desperate to catch your breath but all too willing to let him steal it again as his tongue slides into the gap of your mouth, running along your teeth. He’s uncaring of the sloppiness, immune to the feeling of slobber running down his chin. All that matters is you and every inch of that perfect mouth that tells him you’re his. No matter where his hands are initially, they’ll wind up beneath your shirt, trailing up your back and tracing mindless patterns on your soft skin. The skin that reminds him that there is a life worth living, even if you’re the only one that cares—and care, you do, in the way you suck his hungry tongue into your mouth, just as eager as he is.

Simon Riley, who was so afraid to love, finds it hard to adore you with anything less than his entire heart.

[catiuskaa]

𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

sum. felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

wc. 1.1k

cw. fluff! so many feels, my teeth are rotten after this

req! by my wifey @/stayconnecteed right here. won’t tag you twice cause you’re in the taglist lol. loved your idea! i’m so soft for felix ㅠㅠ<3

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

When he wakes up, the first thing Felix does is move his body right next to yours.

He basks in your now shared warmth with his eyes closed, and he smiles giddily, knowing that he isn’t hugging you so closely and tangling his legs around yours because of how cold he may or may not be. His hand slithers between your head and your pillow, and he can’t help but letting his heart flutter and creep with cheeky jealousy at the thought of your scent lingering in the bedsheets for days. He hopes his leaves a mark. But if it doesn’t, he’s free to come back whenever —your words, not his— and he sighs happily, still a bit sleepy.

With you now right where he knows you belong, not bothering if his arm will start to feel numb, he traces the outline of your face with his eyes, carving your face deep into his memory. Shyly, when he notices you stir awake, he closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He can’t know what you’ll do, and the thought has him weirdly on edge. But his heart swoons when the next thing he feels is your arms around his torso. Your nose brushes against his, and the effort he makes to keep pretending to be asleep —merely to see what you’d do, now more out of curosity than anything— and not let his breath hitch or the smile creep up his face is harder than he once would’ve thought.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

It’s a whisper that falls from your lips and strokes his whole body. It’s the first time he wakes up right by your side, and he already feels like he’s conquered the entire world. He’s just woken up, and whatever you two have got going on has been going on for a couple months now.

But today, this morning —your first morning— somehow feels different.

He’s a bit cheeky, and he doesn’t want to yet open his eyes again, loving how unrestrained your hands linger on him. He loves how your hands find home on the small dent of his waist, and almost as cheeky as him, you move his shirt up, just enough to trail shapes on the small parts of now visible creamy skin. He loves how it may seem like the paths your fingers create are mindless, almost an excuse to keep your hands on him, but as he holds back a smile, he can notice that you’re doodling on his back. Little stars that he knows can’t compare to those up in the sky, because those don’t tickle like how yours do, they don’t make you get as close to him like how yours do, they don’t make his heart flutter and swoon and giggle like how you do.

And —what he feels like it’s the most important relasation he’s had in the past ten or so minutes he’s been awake— he doesn’t love them as much as he loves you.

He notices how your fingers turn soft and tender, the pointy sides of a star changing to rounder shapes, and he’s putty in your hands, because those are shy and cute little hearts.

You sigh and move away from him, and before he can even open his eyes to pull you back, his still allegedly asleep figure gets a sheepish kiss from you.

It’s weird, because he’s kissed you so many times before, but this is different. It’s different, he knows, because for more than just the second the peck lasted before he hears the door in the room creak and your steps dim as you head somewhere else in your appartment, the room falls away. There’s nothing else there except the ghost of the touch of your lips against his, and how his heart keeps missing beats and his hands tickle to bring you back and closer to him.

His eyes are open, and his hand moves to his lips, in a daze as Felix feels his cheeks blushing like crazy. His heart is shortcircuiting, screaming at him, and his brain can’t understand it, because it just feels like he isn’t its owner anymore. He wants to move from the bed and run to you, and then you’d hug him too, traicing the same little shapes as before, and while you hug, your hearts as close as they can be, not minding all the flesh and blood and bones in between as yours calms his, and it’s so wild and unrestrained that he feels the need to give it to you.

“Take my heart, take it.” He’d say in a murmur. “I’m afraid of it, of how desperately it wants to consume you and devour you whole. Take it, because it’s yours and it feels like nothing without you, and replace it with something easier to understand.”

The scent of tea and honey wakes him up from his day dreaming, and your silhouette comes back, and you smile when you notice he’s up, his eyes locked on yours.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Felix giggles, turning back to his side as you leave your hot tea on your bedside table and lay back into bed.

You chuckle too, sighing in deep comfort when his arms surround you again.

“Good sleep?” You ask giggling, your hands stroking his face. Best sleep, he doesn’t say. “You’ve got marks of the pillow all over your face.”

“Well, how do you know you don’t have them too?” He teases menacingly. He knows that you haven’t looked yourself by how your eyes widen softly, and he rapidly cages you against him.

“Lix, let me go check!” You laugh, failing to move away from his embrace.

“Nope. You’re staying with me, wrickles and all.”

It’s a battle of whose’s laugh makes them weaker first, and judging by how you relax and giggle gently, he’s the winner for this one.

His eyes glow as he stares at you, and you can’t stop giggling, seeing the stars you doodled on him before stare back at you, posing as freckles on his face and as shimmers in his eyes. You kissed him before leaving, risking waking him up to release the wave of affection that crashed against you when he was the first thing you saw to start your day. A small liberty that compares in the slightest to how he kisses you now.

And you both keep laughing, laughing as you kiss each other, and none of you can make up something better than the taste of the other’s laugh in you mouths.

Then you sigh, and lean you forehead against his. You’d kiss each and every one of his freckles without him asking, as if every fiber of your being was dying because it makes you feel alive, stronger than you’ve ever felt and it’s home, and it’s then and only then when you feel it with such a raw tinge to it that you can’t hold it back anymore.

And neither can he.

“I love you.” you both blurt out, a first time of many.

You both stay there, waiting for the world to catch up and keep spinning.

“Pancakes?” You mumble on his lips, your smile never faltering.

“God, you’re an angel.” He giggles, so, so, so in love.

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

kats, who now feels so fucking lonely, need me a Felix ffs.

catiuskaa, september 2024 ©

PERMANENT TAGLIST! @lyramundana @stayconnecteed

[chio-chan2artbox]

Father’s day doodles

[redz0nez9]

Chris Sturniolo pt 11. He was made for the stage ngl

[1starqi]

Quiet Nights

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: barely proofread, pet names, manhandling

pairing: mark x sleepy!reader

word count: 635

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▸ Now Playing: Puzzle Piece (listen for best reading experience! ☺)

The quiet click of the door echoes through the first front room of your apartment. You’ve been passed out for an hour on the heathered couch, waiting for your boyfriend to return from the studio. He sets his gray backpack down on the hardwood floor by the door. His stuffed monkey keychain jingles as he sets it down, the same stuffed monkey that you bought for him on your first anniversary. 

He sees your sleeping form and his heart swells with how cute you look all cuddled up on the couch, but his elation turns into bittersweet feelings when he realizes you were probably waiting for him to come home and do your nighttime routine together. He slowly and carefully closes the door behind him and slowly walks over to you, still soundly asleep.

“Oh, baby,” He mumbles, “I’m sorry that I stayed so late. You should’ve gone to bed.” He tells you. He considers letting you sleep, but as AC turns on he decides how to make it up to you since it can’t be so comfortable sleeping on the segmented couch. He removes your blanket and pushes an arm under your back and one under your legs to pick you up. As he hoists you up in his arms, he makes a quiet oomph sound, even though he picks you up with ease. He’s mindful not to wake you as he passes all of the fixtures that remind him of the memories you’ve made in this house together. As he passes one of the outlets, he’s reminded of the time you were in a rush to get out of the house, and as you put your earring on you dropped the other and it fried the outlet and he let out a small, breathy laugh as he thinks about the memory. When he sees the door to the bathroom he thinks about all the early mornings and late nights you spent doing your routine, brushing your teeth in the exact same pattern (it’s a habit you picked up from each other).

“Mark?” You mumble you’ve woken up, clearly. Whether it was the walk or the laugh that made you wake up, you don’t know. 

“Shh, baby. I’m just getting you to bed. Don’t worry.” He consoles you, afraid that you’d be scared when you’re going somewhere without moving. In his arms, you enter your room and he places you down on the bed. He switches off the overhead light and flicks on the pink salt lamp nestled in the corner. 

“What happened?” You ask groggily. You sit up sleepily and see him darting around the room, cleaning things up and getting things situated to go to bed.

“You fell asleep on the couch, love.” He explains. 

You see him heading to leave the room. “Where are you going?” Still groggy.

“Lay back down, I’m just going to brush my teeth and I’ll come cuddle with you.” Satisfied, you lay back down. You hear the click of the light switch and the whoosh of the water as he wets his toothbrush. You’re counting the second until his warm body comes back so that you can give him a sleepy kiss and then fall back to blissful slumber. You hear his footsteps coming back into your room and you see his dimly lit shape in the doorframe. Back in the bed, you snuggle closer to you and you push your face into the curve of his neck. His familiar smell comforts you, still not awake and not wishing to be.

“‘Love you…” You murmur to him, at a barely audible level.

He responds with what you always expect, but never get bored of: “I love you too, baby.” The pet name makes your heart flutter.

[underoospeterparker]

can i please request james potter w a shy, touch starved reader? maybe she just really really wants a hug and a cuddle but she’s too shy to ask him for one, so she’s just kinda awkwardly trying to reach for him until he picks up on it and tells her she can always have a hug and he’ll never reject her like that?? thank youu <33

thanks for requesting!!

james potter x fem!reader

You curl up on the couch, legs tucked into your abdomen as you pull your book off the coffee table and settle on the sofa. You flick to the page you were on and start reading, so deep in your book that you didn't realise James had arrived.

He set his bag down on the seat next to you and you looked up, startled, until you realised it was just your boyfriend. You gave him a soft smile. "Hi," he whispered, leaning down to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you murmured, allowing him to press your lips together. He got up and you fidgeted slightly, wanting him to be next to you. You pulled at his arm awkwardly, watching carefully as he moved away from you. "Where're you going?" you asked shyly.

James looked back, surprised. "Just gonna shower," he replied, a crooked grin spreading onto his face. "Wanna join me, honey?"

You blushed, hiding your face in your book. "No, that's okay," you responded, your voice so quiet he had to strain his ears to hear it. "You go ahead, James."

Returning back to your book, you didn't notice that James had flopped back down onto the couch. "Is something wrong?" he asked, furrowed brows and all.

You looked away, because if you didn't, you would most certainly start crying. "No, nothing's wrong."

He pressed a finger under your chin, moving your face to meet his eyes. Noticing the tears that had began to swell in your eyes, he frowned sympathetically. "Hey." His voice was deep and concerned.

James moved to wrap you in his arms, palms coming up to scratch at your scalp soothingly. You buried your face in his chest, willing the tears to go away. "Sweetheart, you're okay," he crooned over you, his lips pressing a myriad of kisses all over your head. "You can cry."

And so you did. Soft sobs that had been trapped for too long escaped, and he held you together through it all, his hold never faltering. When the tears faded, you stayed enveloped in his arms, and he let you, knowing the pressure was exactly what you needed.

"Don't apologise." He pressed a finger to your lips, always seeming to know what you were about to say. "You did absolutely nothing wrong, lovely girl." He paused. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

When you hesitated, he added, "I can't help you if you don't tell me, baby."

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I just wanted a hug," you admitted, the statement making you feel clingy and embarrassing.

James's face softened, and so did his touch, if it could be any more gentle. "You never have to ask for a hug. You know that, right?"

You giggled at his stern tone. "I know that now."

The corner of his lips turned up at your laugh. "Good."

[w4dows]

thinkin' about jealous! natasha

natasha romanoff x fem! reader

natasha romanoff was either the most infuriating or oblivious person in the world.

you guys weren't official, by any means; hell, you guys hadn't even kissed. but it was common knowledge that you were natasha's, as she was yours.

the standoff-ish redhead had a soft spot for you & you only, and you took pride in that.

which is why when the redhead saw you getting flirted with during one of tony stark's parties, no less by some stupid agent that she trained, she was pissed - well "minorly ticked off."

she couldn't help but glower as she watched you take a seat at the bar, watching them flirt with you - or try to. she glared as they tried to woo you their rank and big muscles - "that really weren't that big," she thought bitterly, her jaw clenched, and her grip on her whiskey glass tightening. natasha smirked at the knowledge that her muscles were definitely bigger, and that she could definitely put on a better show than some low-ranking agent, especially for you.

her grip on her whiskey glass impossibly tightens, the auburn-gold liquor swishing around as she sees you laugh at a joke that idiot made; she was sure she could make you laugh much harder. so she does.

she walks over to the bar, downing the rest of her liquor, leaning over the bar, her body brushing against yours as she orders a refill, and you tense, the only thing you can focus on is her toned body against yours.

"oh hey sweetheart," she drawls, the nickname slipping off her tongue easily as she death-glares the agent - who very quickly gets the memo and slinks away.

"hey nat! this is-," you turn back to the other agent, and you see them sulking in the corner. you look back at natasha, and you can see a hint of smugness in her eyes - her stupid, beautiful, green eyes, and suddenly it all makes sense; natasha was jealous.

"you jealous?" you teased, unable to hide the grin at the thought of stone-cold natasha being jealous, being jealous over you

"oh please," she huffs before continuing, "why would i be jealous?"

"aw nat! you're so jealous!" you can't help but tease the aloof assassin, enjoying the way her face grimaces.

"i am not jealous." she mutters, scowling.

"for a spy, you sure are horrible at lying," you tease, your eyes sparkling with amusement, and affection that was purely for natsha. "y'know i'm yours right?" you murmur, cocking your head slight and enjoying the light pink that covered her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

"say it again," she rasps, and suddenly you can't remember how to form a coherent sentence, ridiculously aware of how close your lips are to hers - so close that you could feel the heat of her breath mingling with yours. your eyes flit down to her lips - her plump, perfect lips, tinged with faded lipstick - you couldn't help but wonder how soft they'd be against yours.

"i said, say it again, sweetheart," she all but purrs, and you're sure she can hear the thump-thump of your heart as you gulp. you bravely flick your eyes up towards her bewitching green eyes, and suddenly you've lost your breath again. you can see a glint of amusement in her eyes as she roams her eyes over your face.

"said 'm yours natasha, all yours," you manage to get out, and you can see the way her lips quirk up. fuck it.

before she can open her mouth to make a witty quip, you press your lips onto hers.

they were somehow softer than you thought they'd be.

--

bonus:

"i still can't believe you were jealous," you murmur, breathless from natasha's kisses, your lips slightly swollen and bruised.

"oh yeah?" she husks, and god do you love her voice

her lips latch onto your neck before she continues, "want me to show you just how jealous i can be, sweet thing?" 

[bubbles0bop]

Yuta Okkotsu Relationship Headcanons

My craving for content has led me to this

Under the cut^

Contains: Fluff!, a little bit of suggestive content, Jealousy, implied f!reader, pretty much all fluffy tho

this goes without saying but he's a cuddler- he's not the type to feel emasculated if he was the little spoon or to have you basically cradling him into your chest

you can't tell when you first get into a relationship, but he is the jealous type. he's honestly embarrassed about it so he tries to hide it at first but as you both become more comfortable, he starts to show his attachment more. Any time he catches a guy in your DMs he'll bashfully throw a couple of questions about this mystery guy before requesting you block him.

he will be very clingy for the rest of the day

he is a gift giver and he pays such close attention to the things you like online and suddenly, at the next chance he gets, they'll show up on your nightstand

he'll even do this as he's away on missions, sending you little notes, chocolates, and tokens of his affection so you know you're loved from afar 🩷

dates would be a little bit rare only because he would prefer to sit at home and do domestic activities like baking, cuddling, watching a movie, CUDDLING--

when he does take you out of dates it's usually very caring and a little bit elaborate, like taking you to the museum that you mentioned 6 months ago, or renting out a diner to yourselves (ugh i just love him- )

he's constantly attentive to you, which i think is one of his love languages. He will bring up things that even you forgot you said, "oh baby, here- i bought you this heating pad since you mentioned that your back sometimes hurts after school/work." 😭

don't even get me started about how he would treat you in your period he would feel so bad

when he'll come back from long missions, it usually means that he hasn't slept in days. he'll come to you with a nice warm hug before collapsing on the bed hoping you can cuddle him to a well needed sleep 🫶

he does like to have his personal attention, which means a lot of the time when you go out he'll either ask to go with you or hit you with the "but why can't you stay here and cuddle? 🥺"

god he's adorable. he doesn't mean to keep you away from your friends but he'll just miss you so much

I also get the vibe that he can cook so if you do decide to spend the night in, it'll consist of him treating you to your favorite meal. he'll have his sleeves rolled up while he hovers over the stove, you watching adoringly from the kitchen counter

maybe he'll even finish it off with a sweet treat 🫶

It mentions on the anime that he does have a preference for larger chests but i imagine that, like yuuji, that doesn't really affect his attraction to anyone

also i'm ngl i do kind of imagine him as kind of a closet perv, super touchy, but in a loving way

Note- let me know if you want more headcanons or if you would like other characters!

[ladybyakuya]

2:00 A.M. ft. husband! umemiya x gn!reader

“Hey, babe.” Umemiya’s azure eyes fall on you. It's almost 2 a.m.

Your eyes are closed; your chest rises and falls slowly with an even breathing suggesting that you could be asleep. Indeed, you two had a busy day but Umemiya seems to refuse that you are asleep. Moreover, you do not seem like a heavy sleeper from as much as he knows you or maybe you could be just pretending but why ? or could it be you are pulling his leg. After all, who sleeps on their wedding night, right? 

“Do you remember when we promised to marry each other?” Umemiya asked without letting any more perturbation pool in his mind pushing it at the back.

“Of course, I remember,” you exclaim with utmost surprise laced underneath your whispering voice blinking your eyes wide open. You can feel how heavy your eyelids are from the exhaustion of the entire day. The guests, the greeting, the gifts, the elders. . it was like walking inside a moving train.

“I see,” Umemiya hums, “what else do you remember?”

Your eyebrows warp. “What about you?” you question back, “Why do you ask? Did you forget?”

“Of course not.” Umemiya’s voice turns up a notch. How could you ask him such a thing? How could you even say such a thing to him. “babe, why do you think I asked?” He exclaims with a pout forming over his face trying to defend himself from your tease. He knows that you are not immune to his pout.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” You whisper making him pout more but it is so short-lived that it is hardly pinnable. You are facing each other so close which is why you could tell.

“Well, ‘cause. . .” He scoots closer to you. “This is our wedding night but we’re just lying in bed.”

You snort out a chuckle pulling your lips inward. “So, what do you wanna do then?”

“You know what . . .Umemiya pulls you closer to your body with so much ease that it makes you wonder if he is fatigued as he looks, as he claimed to be before going to bed.  “We could . . .cuddle.”

You failed to hold in the laughter anymore that was bubbling in your stomach. His arm is resting on your back as you shake with joy in his chest. There is a crescent spreading on his face as he watches you, giving you the time to laugh it out. You pause, inhale a breath, and slightly chin up your face to meet his gaze. It is as serene as the night sea of winter.

“Haji, what do you think we’re doing now?” 

“Ummm. talking perhaps.”

You snuggle into his chest a little more. He pulls the duvet to cover you and him as well. It is warm underneath. The sound of waves crashing onto the shore reaches up to the room. You can hear them. Indeed, it was a good decision to go to a beach for a honeymoon but perhaps not in this skin-slicing winter.

“Are you sure that we're not going to fuck?” Umemiya questions as if he does not already know the answer. You give him a nod with a smile painted on your face.

Umemiya feels your head graze against his chest in a ‘yes’. He smiles at that placing a soft kiss on your forehead before finally giving in to the exhaustion.

“Good night, mrs.umemiya hajime.”

— for my beloved koi @dear-koi happy birthday.

[chiipay]

Being Kaiser partner is so dang hard.

It's like having a cat. You doesn't know what's wrong with it until it's too late. Same goes for Michael Kaiser. That mf won't tell you anything and you had to work all your efforts up to figure out even the smallest thing about it.

You once found him in your shared room with him being fussy and hissing like a damn cat.

'wtf is wrong with him now.?' you could only sweat dropped seeing him being so fussy. It's laughable but you decide not to ruin his whole mood for the week.

"..you good man?"

You slowly approach him and just try to touch him shoulder as a comforting thing but he just slaps your hand away. HARD. It's so hard there's even the sound of it. You quickly touch your hand as if you're confused about this weird attitude of him.

'....does german people slap their partner's hand often?'

You thought about it for a sec and decided to manned up for a bit by defending yourself.

"...i know you're upset over shit or so but slapping my hand? Nuh uh bro. Apologies kaiser."

You narrowed your eyes on him and he did the same but still kept quiet.

"...shut up bitch."

Hearing him say that made you gasp a bit but you ain't backing down. He made this fire back up so you gotta put more fuel into it.

And that's how Michael Kaiser ended up sleeping outside of his own penthouse.

He apologised at 2 am and by cursing out and got slapped by you before he actually started to apologise for real.

The power of hand i believe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Being Michael Kaiser partner is so dang hard.

[honeygrahambitch]

A sleeping drooling Will resting on Hannibal's chest while he is having a glass of red wine and scrolling tiktok.

[catiuskaa]

spots on.

SUMMARY: you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

REQUESTED! by lovely annonie right here. and god you are so right, fluff + hannie is a clinical need, dare I say biblical! ㅠㅠ<3

CW: you might need a dentist appointment for this one. teeth rotting stuff. i assure you.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: so i’m back from the dead and haven’t written anything since february’s special and have been real low lately. thought fluffy hannie could cheer all of us up! <3

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

Han loved watching romantic movies by himself.

It’s not like he didn’t have anyone to watch them with. He had watched plenty of shows either with you or any of the boys.

But ever since he started writing and composing lyrics, a little before he got into college, there was something about those cheesy series that had him unable to stop watching.

His eyes would glow as he stared at the screen before him while he watched, invested in how the protagonist accidentally tripped and fell against the love interest, all over again. Giggling and kicking his feet when they held hands after hours upon hours straight of watching them bicker. Having his chest tightening because the actors were so good that he could almost feel the stars in his eyes, shining just for her.

Jisung loved those old-fashioned scenes. Dancing in the rain, a silly meet cute in a book shop… countless places for one silly little emotion.

Han couldn’t see it, but he also had stars in his eyes. He blinked, feeling his eyes lightly itchy, realizing he had been watching you sleep.

Not in a creepy way, of course. After all, you had wanted to stay over to finish one of the many assignments you two had to do together for some of the mandatory subjects in both of your majors. He sighed, his eyes weirdly fixated on your figure, unable to stop looking at you. Even while sleeping, there was a certain grace to you, as if you were just resting peacefully after a long day. He snorted upon realizing that your face was pressed against the pages of the book, a sneaky drop of drool coming out of your mouth. You looked so cute.

“Get a grip, Han,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a smile, giggling.

He rubbed his eyes, staring back to what he had been drafting the past hours. It was clearly obvious that his sleepiness was getting to him, because it was getting harder to decipher what the characters he was typing meant.

Suddenly, there was a hand lightly scratching your back.

You flinched in your place, sitting back up.

“It’s just me,” Han said softly. You blinked so slowly it almost looked like you had blinked one eyelid at a time.

“…awake. ‘M awake.” You brushed off drool from the corner of your mouth, to which Jisung chuckled lightly.

“Okay, sleepyhead. Time to go to bed.”

“Eh?”

“Bed, silly. We should have some sleep. We’re both doozing off.”

Bed? Judging by the time that the clock in Han’s apartment said, it was far from being that late, which was proved true when Hannie picked you up —God knows how, because he showed no signs of struggling— and brought the “sleepyhead” over to his room, that even after turning off the lamp on the bedside table, the windows let in light that the Sun had yet to take away while leaving space for the Moon to beam in a couple of hours.

He grunted lowly when he laid you down on the bed, which had little to do with your weight and much more with how you pulled him towards you.

“Hannie.” You mumbled sleepily.

“You’re close to cranky,” he smiled. “You haven’t had your coffee, and you fell asleep doing our assignment.” He sighed, moving stray hairs off your face, his hand lingering on its side, stroking your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to get on your cranky side.” Jisung teased with a tenderness only showed in your presence, not in his usual teasing, not with the rest of the world. Somehow, time spent with Han seemed like the world itself stopped spinning, waiting for you two and catch up later.

“…no.” You whined. His hand still rested on your face. Unusual. You didn’t want him to move it. “I don’t want to steal your bed.”

Unconciously, you moved closer to the warmth that his palm brought.

“It’s ok. You came here walking, and there’s no way I’m letting you leave now, not at this time.”

You frowned at him, almost pouting. You purposefuly resigned to argue, sleepily accepting his win over a silly discusion you could’ve won. But it was much better if it meant that he would keep being so… tender. You two were dating, yes, but it was quite strange, because even if you both knew about each other’s feelings, staying together had been more of a silent agreement.

Yet in that moment, seeing him smile, dark boba coloured eyes sheepishly and momentarily hidden by it, turning them into happy crescent-shaped moons, it was easy to figure asking was worth a shot.

“…stay w’me?”

His heart skipped more beats than he could count.

This hadn’t been planned. Well. Certainly not this way.

“Stay?” His tone of voice had lowered.

You hummed, smiling lightly. Your hand creeped up to his, the one that rested close to your face. In a sleepy move on your side, tantalizing for Jisung, your fingers tickled his skin, from his forearm to his palm, following a gentle path until your hand held his, and you pulled him towards you again, with more care this time.

Jisung could hear his mate’s low voice in his head, full with its classic australian accent.

“Ain’t no way she’s not head over heels for you too. I’d bet money on it,” Felix had chuckled, sipping the beer Han had handed him. “You guys are just blind cunts when you wanna be. Affectionately, of course,” he had added after seeing Jisung squint at him.

Han struggled to get comfortable in his now seemingly small bed. Of course it was small for two people. It had to be, because if you two were to fit in the space avaliable, it would mean that-

“…cold…”

The ruffles coming from how you then shifted on the bed were no match to how loud Han’s heartbeat sounded on his ears.

Your arm slid under his, lying limply on the curve of his waist, the other cocooned in the small space you settled in between you as you slotted your face in the crook of his neck.

thump, thump, thump.

He forced himself to relax.

“…how are you so warm, Ji?”

He had no fucking idea.

“Warm?”

You nodded, your hair tickling his face gently.

“…cozy. Like… a really cute ‘n little… weighted blanket.” You sighed, further relaxing into him, sending a chill to his spine as your warm breath brushed against his neck.

He was so fucking grateful for being so.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He stated with a silly smile, a blush clearly obvious on his cheeks. He tackled you, and the two of you filled the room with giggles, his arms taking your body and settleing it on top of him.

You melted in his arms. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his hands playing with your hair. “I was only away for the weekend.”

“…don’t care.” His heart threatened to carve through his chest or melt when you tightened your hold on him, then tugged the blanket closer, covering you, thus covering him too.

He settled a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing little moles in the way.

“I hadn’t noticed these ones before,” he mumbled in a soft voice that could almost lull you to sleep.

You hummed, not bothering to answer.

“I’ve heard somewhere,” he started soothingly, “that moles appear in the spots where, in your past life, you were kissed the most.”

With a sweetness that rottened your teeth, he pecked the small coloured spot in your neck. Then, he followed a short pattern, kissing the one under your ear, then another one in your shoulder, then finished off with the one in your cheek.

You smiled. “You don’t have any moles, do you?” He shook his head sideways, and you chuckled, brushing your nose with his sweetly.

“You better stay put, Ji,” you beamed cheekily. “I’ll make new moles on you.”

His chest tightened, and he beamed, chuckling as you peppered kisses all over his face.

A love scene like the movies.

His new favourite one.

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~Kats, who has to apologize for being dead for so long (and doesn’t quite have an excuse for it), and also has to tHANK ALL OF YOU BC WE’RE 1k FOLLOWERS IN BAKFBQIFNQKFKQK THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS SRSLY I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN WJKFBAKF <333333

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Them being cute

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Matthew Sturniolo pt 8 & He so Lana Del Rey coded

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A mesh of screams sucks you out of the kitchen. The tray of pumpkin shadows cools down on the counter, waiting for the orange layer and spine-chilling smiles to bring them to life. You wipe the icing off your fingers and bolt your way to the living room.

Levi pushes the door close with his walking aid, and wheels himself down the hallway. “Those brats these days…” he growls, “are made of crystal.” He stops six feet from you and plucks out the bloody pointy teeth.

Your eyebrows sink into a frown; your hands land on your hips. “Another group you scared away?”

He eyes you, cocking his head to the side by a fraction. Raises a brow. His hand swims inside the crammed bowl, and the ghost of a smirk flashes on his lips when he finds what he’s looking for. “It’s Halloween. It’s supposed to be scary.” The wrap crimples under his fingertips, and he fishes the prey from the bottom. He twists the bows and pops the truffle in his mouth.

“Those are for the little monsters. You’re saving the best for yourself.”

One side of his face blows. Nonchalant. He paid for them anyway.

"We're supposed to be scary fun, not scary scary," you blurt.

The chocolate melts in his tongue. "Scary scary is fun-" He puts the bowl on the side table."-ner." Then he makes grabby hands to you. And you soften; shoulders slump. You close the gap between him and you, a playful smile dangling on your lips. You kick down the footplates and slip your arms under his armpits. You bend your knees, suck in your bellybutton. "One, two, three." He holds onto you for dear life, setting his feet flat on the wooden floor. "Easy, easy." You tote him to the sofa, giggling and taking in a whiff of his perfum. The fake blood of his costume smears your cat apron. A sigh slips past your lips, and you kiss him on the large scar across his face. "Does it hurt?"

"No." He presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist. "Thanks."

Then you sit at his side, swing a leg ove his lap. "I think I put too much blood on you."

"Now you have to scrub it all off."

"You're old enough to take a bath on your own." You smile, poking his cheek.

He looks at you, raising a severed eyebrow. "You're letting a crippled man bath on his own."

"You won't slip and die."

"If I do, you'll live with the guilt." His fingers brush your inner thigh.

You bite your lips shut to disguise the little smirk. He knows how to pull your strings.

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BILL KAULITZ X READER

ROUGH DAY?

(some suggestive fluff with our fav Billy💕)

SUMMARY: Billy had a rough day at rehearsal for their tour, so he immediately came to you in search for relaxation.

CW: SMUT, fluff in the beginning, praising, oral(m receiving), slightly loud bill, you just want to please him :((.

You were laying in your shared bed, waiting for your boyfriend Bill to get back from his rehearsal with the rest of the band, Tokio Hotel. You suddenly heard the door open, then slam shut. Your head shot up from your warm pillow. This was not how Bill usually came into your shared home. He would normally call for you from downstairs before meeting you halfway down the hall in a big hug. You could hear the loud thumping of his big boots going up the stairs, not bothered enough to take off his shoes beforehand.

The door swung open, you were sat in your bed studying his features. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips slightly downturned, his stance tense. His eyes scanned the room quickly before landing on you, his face immediately softened. You gave him a worried expression, opening your arms out to him. He rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, pushing you down onto the bed in a tight hug. His head nesting into your chest, an iron clad grip around your body. You looked down at him, your hands finding their way to his hair to play with the strands. A breathy sigh left his lips, pulling you closer against him.

You two settled down like this for a while, playing with his strands of hair, slowly he became less tense, but still not relaxed. You pulled your hands away from his hair, his eyes shot oped and his head coming up in response of you stopping your movements. His chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you with puppy eyes. Your hands moving from his black/blonde hair to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. You slowly massaged your thumbs into his pressure points on his shoulders, his mouth opening in response and his eyebrows furrowing before relaxing his body once more. Rubbing small, tight circles with your thumbs. “What happened at practice Billy?” He heard your soft voice ask him. He huffed out before replying, “We just couldn’t get anything right today. The sound people were late, Tom’s guitar was out of tune, My mic would randomly stop working,” He rambled on before he scoffed. “Just wasn’t our day today.” You tilted your head down at him as you both made eye contact. “Would you like anything else? I’m here for you Billy.” you said sweetly, you just wanted him to feel calm and well-rested. “No, no baby, this is perfect. Please don’t stop Schatz.” He muttered out.

Nodding your head you continued massaging him. Your hands moving away from his shoulders and to the back of his neck, making small, tight circles once more. As soon as he felt your delicate fingers press into a certain knot onto his neck, he was a mess. His mind swarmed with certain thoughts while trying not to groan at the feeling. Your grip pressed further against his skin and he couldn’t suppress it. A soft groan left his lips making your movements hesitate and mind to go blank for a quick second. You quickly attempted regaining composure and continuing but your face was red. You weren’t looking at him to avoid the ‘awkward’ tension, but he had one eye opened as he watched how embarrassed you got from one little noise. He smirked before letting out another, loud moan on purpose to get a reaction out of you. Your head shot back at him as you trembled out a breath before speaking. “Billy, I need you to take off your shirt to give you a real massage.” you said, he immediately knew where this was going to go but didn’t say anything. He slowly sat up, making him straddle your legs and you grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, his arms raising so you could pull it off his head easier.

You took in the sight before you, his star tattoo showing halfway, his toned body was just something you couldn’t resist. he swung one of his legs to come off of you and lay down on his stomach next to you. You shimmied over him before straddling him to get a better angle. your hands resting on his back as he sucked in a breath.

Your hands running down his back and your acrylic nails gently scratching him, leaving slight red marks. Your delicate hands rubbing into his back then making their way to his sides. moving his hair out of the way you went to rub the back of his neck before you had realized you have a chance to mess with him. You bent down, hands now rested on his back, your lips made contact with his neck. You heard him breathe out a sigh as you continued to trail sweet kisses up to his ear.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do Billy,” You said and smiled against his soft skin before nipping at the side of his neck. A soft noise left his lips and you suddenly found yourself underneath Bill as he quickly flipped you both over to where he’s hovering over you. He was smirking down at you before tangling his hands in your hair and pulling your face up to meet with his lips in a passionate, yet hungry, kiss. “Why don’t we take this off, yeah?” he mumbled between kisses as he played with the hem of your shirt. You moaned out a breathy ‘yes’ before arching your back to make him remove it off of you easier. Once your shirt was off you started to sit up slowly and he broke the kiss in question to what you were doing. you got off of the bed, keeping eye contact with your boyfriend as you slowly dropped down to your knees.

His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you through hooded eyes as you trailed your hands up his thighs to his bulge that was strained against his tight jeans. Biting your lip, you fumbled a bit to undo his pants before quickly pulling them down and off his ankles before palming him slowly though his boxers. His head falling back from the pleasure as groans and even whimpers fell past his lips. Quickly pulling his boxers down as well, you watched his cock spring free and hit his stomach, already leaking pre-cum.

You slowly stroked his length with one hand as you bent your head down to take his tip into your mouth. His hips bucked into the touch as you started to swirl and work your tongue on his throbbing member. Removing your hand from stroking him, “Doing so good, such a good girl f’me.” He said, his head still thrown back. you suddenly bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Loud moans leaving his lips as his hand found way to your hair before grabbing a fistful and moving your head up and down faster. His dick hits the back of your throat as you gag and moan around him. He works you up and down faster, chasing his own release. “Fuck, so good.. baby i’m gonna cum.!” He whines out before shutting his eyes tightly and his mouth turning into an ‘O’ shape before spilling his seed down your throat.

Swallowing all that he could give you, he released his grip on your hair and you took him out of your mouth with a small pop! He was still breathing heavy as you slowly stood up, your hands on his knees to help you. Kissing his cheek you got him a new pair of boxers and some pyjama pants before helping him in them.

“Thank you so much sweet girl, i’m sorry i wasn’t able to help you.” He said with a slight frown as you finished helping him pull up his fuzzy pants. “It’s okay Bill, I wanted to focus on you after your rough day today.” You said, smiling up at him. His smile went from ear to ear as he engulfed you in a big hug before setting you both on the bed in a tight embrace. “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said softly before sweetly kissing you. “Of course hun, I love you too.” You said before shutting your eyes and falling asleep cuddling each-other tightly, not wanting to let go of one another.

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Share your thoughts if this was good or not, sorry it’s not proofread but it’s been a minute since i posted something that was an actual story.

Clubbing with Tom Kaulitz is up next!!💕💕