#I need a nap in a soft blanket and to wake up to no laundry and a clean house and dinner made for me

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[wtfsteveharrington]

my pretty little brain has been…. focused on cockwarming with carmy lately.

afab!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, cockwarming (obviously). basically you love your boyfriend & he loves every inch of you too.

carmy coming home after a long morning of doing interviews (which he hates frankly but he was forced into it for the sake of publicity for the bear) and he finds you in the bed. you were 'asleep' - aka you heard him come in and purposely pulled the blanket down your body, leaving your back exposed to your boyfriend. typically he'd shower, change, and be curled up behind you within 20 minutes of coming home. it had become an easy routine to settle into.

while sure you had chores to do, errands to run, but the sun was shining in through your windows and made the bed look so warm, so inviting. you told yourself just twenty minutes of napping before getting back to your tasks but here you are over an hour later and carmy certainly isn't complaining.

instead you hear his dress shoes being kicked off and scattering across the floor, the heavy sound of his pants and belt hitting the ground next. you're groggy but slowly waking up to the change in environment. he should shower - he should. but he walks around the bed to face you, clad in just a pair of tight briefs that have you half convinced this is a wet dream and drops to his knees. elbows on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing along your cheekbones. "you 'wake?" to which you just groan but bring your hand up to cup the backside of his hand on your face. "can be if you need me to."

to which carmy beams at you. being loved by you was the greatest joy he's gotten from life so far. he presses a kiss to your head and quickly makes his way to the bathroom to wash off the morning. you had chastised him one too many times for getting stains on the sheets or making the bed smell like whatever the tasting menu was that week for him to hop right in.

he's good at learning.

and the shower is quick. he takes time to scrub his scalp clean and wash his hair well because he knows how much you like to play with it. he wants it to feel clean and soft for you. they put some gel in it for the news that made it feel too stiff - he knows you'd hate it.

it doesn't take long before he's back in the bedroom and throwing the towel that was around his waist into the overloaded laundry basket in the corner. you're still sunk into the bed but this time flat on your back. your own hands rubbing at your legs, the oversized and cliche shirt you got on your last vacation with carmy pooling at your hips as your knees come up for him. you knew what he was after by waking you up. "wanted to get up and put on something prettier for you, carmy. couldn't do it."

he laughs. tries to keep it soft to not disrupt you but there's only so much he can hold back. there you laid in this cliche “cheese curd capital of the world” shirt he picked out as a joke while you guys drove through wisconsin on your aforementioned road trip. he loved it, loved the memories associated with it.

"look gorgeous, baby. you alway look gorgeous." the bed's dipping at your feet as carmen kneels on it, his lips coming down to start trailing kisses along one of your calves while one of his hands cups the back of your other. rough hands that have such a tender touch when it comes to you. your knees are falling open further under his warmth, drops of water landing on your skin from his still damp hair. "you're gonna get the pillows all wet."

he lets out a breathy laugh once again, this time the sound quieted against your skin. "i'll wash the sheets before we go to bed. just need you now." you hum as his lips work their way up to your inner thigh, carmen alternating between kissing and sucking at your delicate skin. "thought about you all day. kept answering the same damn questions over and over and all i could think about between ‘em was how much i’d rather be right here."

you let your head roll back against the soft pillow, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you when you feel carmen's breath even higher on your thigh. he’s taking his time while you’re losing your mind. "y'already woke me back up, don't tease me too please." he's humming against your skin, "not teasing, just savoring."

the drag of the sheets along his length is giving him just enough friction to keep him stimulated as he kisses the cotton covering your core. your hands finally tangle into his wet hair, keeping him in place as he licks the material. his eyes are heavy with the exhaustion of the day but he just needs you. the facade he had to wear during press wore him down.

there's fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear as he drags them off of your body, tossing them into the pile of his long forgotten work clothes. a problem for later tonight as well. carmen leans back, eyes dragging along your form. you can’t help but admire him too - your boyfriend kneeling between your legs. he smells like your body wash and you giggle to yourself knowing he must have mixed them up in the haste to get to you. his toned figure, the tattoos you’ve memorized covering his skin. the way his eyes look when he stares at you and his wet curls against his forehead. “look so pretty, carmy.”

carmen’s blushing from the attention. giving you a smile the pushes his cheeks up to his eyes. “thank you.” taking your compliment, letting it soak in. you feel two fingers drag along your folds, a thumb pressed to your clit as he slips one in shortly after the other. "just wanna be buried in you and go to sleep. you okay with that? promise i'll fuck you real well tonight." which has you nodding pathetically, hands clutching at his forearm.

he's slowly dragging his fingers out of you, keeping them crooked to take as much of your wetness as he can to glide along his length. carmen’s shuffling closer to you while pumping into his own fist, whimpering as the head of his cock bumps into your core. he lines up the length of himself between your folds, rutting against you. “carmen.” a warning.

the bed squeaks below the two of you as carmen leans over your body. his elbow next to your head, lips capturing yours in a kiss as he lines himself up. your legs go tight around his waist with your hands coming around his torso, fingertips pressing into the muscles while carmen slides inch by inch into you.

you’re both moaning into the kiss while you arch your hips up to encourage him to sink in faster. you discovered this awhile ago - carmen getting lost in you to help his mind turn off. it was almost embarrassing the first time you two woke up after a nap still connected, both still aroused. now it happened regularly. both of you love feeling needed.

he’s pulling away to kiss down your jaw before nuzzling your neck, “feels so fuckin’ good. hate being away from you, ‘specially like this.” pulling your body up against his as he carefully rolls the two of you to the side. it’s not graceful to stay connected but you two make it work.

pressed chest to chest, your leg hooked around his waist while he stays buried inside of you. his lips are working your jaw again, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. your eyes are getting heavy again. the sensation of being so full and so loved lulling you back into a comfortable headspace. “love you, carm.”

carmen kisses you on the lips again, “love you so much more.” he’s reaching behind his back to pull the forgotten blankets around your combined bodies. making sure the two of you were tucked in and comfortable before pulling you as close as possible and letting his mind finally relax enough to drift off to sleep.

[twstfanblog]

*~Period Drama~* Romance Era Savanaclaw

|| Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore + Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||

It started off as a normal afternoon. You and your boyfriend just laid down for an impromptu nap, cuddled close together and safe in each other's arms. So you can imagine their surprise when they wake up to find the bed spotted with blood. Pulling the blankets back, they see the blood coming from you...

FIRST REACTION

Leona

Woke you up whipping the covers off of you. Manhandles you to check where the blood is coming from.

You better talk loud and fast, because once he sees you're bleeding out of your pussy he's hauling you to the infirmary.

Explaining is a 50/50 on how quickly he believes you. The Sunset Savanah values women very highly so female anatomy is heavily researched and he has NEVER heard of this bullshit before.

You're gonna need to debate with him for a WHILE. But he will at some point accept this is...something that's happening.

Ruggie

Woke you up with his manhandling. Smelled the blood and freaked out before even waking you up. Once he realized he wasn't the one bleeding he checked you over.

Tries to take you to the infirmary. He will use his brittle bones and drag your ass if you say you didn't need to go.

Once you explained he legit asks 'So...You're not pregnant?' Refuses to answer when you ask what the fuck he means by that

Clearly concerned, but he also offers to wash the sheets since they've already got blood on them.

Jack

WOKE YOU UP BY FLINGING YOU ONTO HIS SHOULDER.

He woke up smelling the blood before he fully registered what he was even smelling. Working fully on instinct and just wants to get you to the infirmary as soon as possible.

Finally snaps back like halfway through the woods. Asks a lot of questions and doesn't put you down until prompted.

Lowkey embarrassed he freaked out so bad but like...you're bleeding are you SURE you don't need the infirmary-

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY?

Leona

Lowkey he stays the fuck away in the weirdest way.

You never really see him until you're craving something or it's mealtime. He brings you lunch personally, stares at you until you've eaten it.

Has Ruggie under instruction that your orders come before his for the time being. Yes Ruggie uses this as a reason to slack off until Leona realizes

You know how cats will lay on you and give healing energy when you're sick? Yeah, he's like that. Only he weighs a fucking ton and he's got a resting bitch face that's only been getting worse because he HATES smelling your blood.

The rumbles he makes for you feel SO GOOD, though. While he's slacking in other avenues of helping, he is so soft and tender, making sure you're cozy and fed.

Worst one to deal with PMS mood swings. I can't even pinpoint why, he just seems like no matter how he answers it'll piss you off more.

Ruggie

Leona who???? Ruggie Bucchi has only served one master in his life and it is you.

Hyena brain kicked into overdrive at some point and now he's fully evolved into his final form of doting househusband, without the house and without the ring.

Makes sure you're eating three good meals a day. He doesn't even care if it's just junk food cravings. So long as you're eating he doesn't care.

This boy has gotten your laundry on lock. Clean sheets every morning and a warm towel to lay on at night, not a speck of blood stains in sight. Your comfort is his mission.

Actually comes through with the home remedies for pain relief.

Lowkey kinda scared of you if you get mood swings. Very 'agrees with you to save his life' type.

He's become so submissive, won't look you in the eyes. Hold him, please. Legit still thinks you're in active labor and freaking out over a baby that doesn't exist.

Jack

He's trained for this...not really. But damn is he good at taking care of you.

Jack's a graduated student of Vil's Live, Breath, Grind mindset. He knows how to keep you alive and even thriving. You just gotta...get up.

He tries so hard to keep you on your normal schedule but he can also see that some days you literally don't want to leave the bed and he will lay down and just hold you.

The blood is MADDENING. He will do your laundry regularly, just to escape the blood smell for a few hours.

Resource guarding, but for you. Ace trying to steal a singluar fry at lunch? growl..., Epel slapped you on the arm? Growl. Deuce standing too close??? GROWL.

Lowkey acts like a manservant who will tell you that maybe you wouldn't feel like shit if you ate properly and actually did the stretches he told you to do.

Backtracks every statement the moment you're angry at him.

AFTER THE FACT

Leona

Don't do that...ever again. The fuck you mean you HAVE TO??

Literally annoyed that periods are the 'normal' for you. Not annoyed at the fact you get them, but just that you have to be in pain every month and it fucks up your moods. And that fucks up his naps.

Lowkey everyone who can't smell the blood knows you're on your period because Leona is a cranky bastard to everyone else while you're on it.

Actually heavily invests on natural pain remedies from the Sunset Savana for your next period so that you don't have to take so many potions

He figures out the hormone cycle once he starts to really focus on your scent and how it starts changing like a week or so before your period starts. Has a mental countdown to keep track and will disappear to prep like a day before you get it.

Ruggie

That was fucking AWFUL.

Has resigned to the fact this is gonna happen again and just kinda sighed and thought about his life for an hour or two.

Then comes back all smiles and is finally acting like his normal self again.

He is mentally reviewing EVERYTHING that happened so that when your period hits again he's even better at taking care of you.

Doesn't try to track your period but is able to learn the signs of it coming after a few months.

Jack

Literally checked out an anatomy book from the library, it isn't helpful.

States he's not too worried for the next period, you both managed to survive this one just fine.

Is using a small amount of his free time to research natural pain relief, exercises that can ease muscle cramps, foods that will help boost energy.

No, this isn't for your period, this is just general knowledge he'd need as an athlete.

Weirdly, syncs up with you??? If your period starts, he gets easily agitated before mellowing out after like a day.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY? ♡NSFW♡

Leona

Still makes you do most of the work. Pillow princess ass.

Willing to let you use him like a sex toy though. You will just be doing most of the work.

Though, when you CAN get him to actively participate, is strangely romantic with it.

Lots of cradled positions and spooning with him kissing on your neck.

Ruggie

I canon four people in the Twist boy line up as being fully prepared to suck the period out of you.

Ruggie is one of them.

Just give him the okay and he's down there to give you the best damn orgasm of your LIFE.

While the blood is distressing to smell, he finds giving oral on your period to be kind of a vibe.

Jack

Takes the LONGEST time to be convinced that having sex on your period is normal and what you actually want.

He can understand that your period fucks up your hormones and he legit brings in the concept of consent when you're in 'such a state'.

You do eventually have period sex, but it takes you having at least another period before he's fully convinced that you're consenting and not locked in some weird 'Mating Brain' state.

From there he is rocking your world in the name of pain relief.

[dvzaiosamu]

a nap with him.

short oneshot! genere: fluff. I hope you guys enjoy this, since it was the most requested oneshot... As I said, you are just going to take a nap with him (chuuya).

I hope you guys have a cute moment while you read! Don't be horny, you sinners... I know what you are.

The night submerges you in a strange—suffocating sensation while your head feels heavy as if you really had a stone instead of a head that houses a brain that controls you, isn't it something deliberately terrifying? You think as you open the door to your house, walk in and throw your cloak onto the hanger, sighing. You close the door and sleepily leave your shoes carefully next to it.

It looked like you had been drinking, but no, you weren't the type of person to drink alcohol, at least not at night. As you head to the bathroom, you turn on the light and look at your face in the mirror, it seemed as if you hadn't slept in days, you let out another sigh, you turn the handle of the faucet, you turn it on and watch as the water fell, you didn't know if the water moved or not, you were completely dead inside and out. You place your hands like a bowl and grab water in your hands, wetting your face, in an attempt to look better, but to no avail. Then you grab a towel with which you dry yourself, rubbing well, insisting on the ear area.

Once you're done, you hear some familiar footsteps, followed by the hallway light turning on. When you turn around, you see Chuuya's face, who looks like he just woke up. Somewhat embarrassed, you avoid his gaze, as if you were telling him that you regret waking him up, since after all, Chuuya worked longer hours and they were harder to finish. With a yawn he approaches you, and hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, slightly asleep. Bewildered by his action, you just give him a head kiss.

"...Chuuya, uhm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, you must be really exhausted," you murmur to him quietly, but it's still audible to him. Your tone of voice seems like a symphony to him, a calming melody that dispels all his negative feelings.

"Really...? Is that what you're worried about? There's no need to apologize, I woke up myself," a soft whisper leaves his mouth, colliding with your neck, a warm wave like it's summer in the beach, a mezzo-soprano voice that now seemed a little deeper due to the effect of sleep.

"If you're sure about that, I don't have a problem... But hey, I'm really sleepy, shouldn't we go to sleep?" A tired voice is noticeable in you, it reveals your tiredness, as if it were an out of tune note on a piano, something was not right and you knew it.

“You're right about that, (first name), both you and I are so fucking tired we look like a couple of zombies,” a very sleepy laugh echoes through the bathroom, and you can't help but smile at him in amusement at his statement.

You let yourself be carried by his hand, which guides you towards the room, you cross the hallway towards the room, where without any shame you begin to undress little by little, in front of him, not as a sexual chronicle, but rather as an act of trust, that you can show him your body without feeling afraid that he will do something to you without your consent. You slide your clothes over your flesh and you are left in mere underwear, Chuuya for his part takes your pajamas out of the closet and stands in front of you waiting patiently for you to put them on. You do the same not long after, starting to put on your pajama pants, accompanied by its shirt, matching his pajamas. The casual clothes already worn, Chuuya decides to take control and head to the bathroom to put them in the laundry basket, where the dirty clothes had to be washed, turning off the bathroom light and finally the light in the hallway and bedroom, leaving it in complete darkness, there was only moonlight, and that was more than enough.

You get into bed, and you feel the blankets cover you, a smell of fresh and light lavender makes you want to fall asleep immediately, the duvet and flannels remind you of when you went to hotels when you were on vacation, those beds... they were very comfortable.

You feel Chuuya's body approaching, and you can deduce this by the simple fact of feeling a presence that emanated heat next to you, melting the coldness of your body. You and him were special, you had returned from work, your body was still cold, and Chuuya, who had given it time to warm up, was warm, the two temperatures melting together, giving you a pleasant feeling.

You two were hugging each other and it was one of the best positions. You were both face to face, close to each other, as if you were two souls that if separated would lose all their essence, at least you. Your head was resting close to his chest and you could hear his heartbeat, and on the other hand, he had his head resting on yours, while his arms wrapped around you protectively. Before the two of you could sleep, Chuuya wanted to make small talk out of curiosity.

"How was work today?"

“The same as always… Only today they didn't let me go at the scheduled time, they gave me a small night shift in exchange for a little more money, since the previous employee had left and they needed someone to replace him," you explain to your partner, and he seems to understand better why you came back later than him today, when normally you were always here before him.

"I understand..." his voice trailed off into a light sigh before he felt too sleepy to continue, so his eyes simply closed, as his calm breathing could be heard.

At one point, you also closed your eyes, as they were starting to hurt, so you had to rest them. You felt safe in his arms. The warmth of the blankets gave you an unrealistically relaxing feeling.

Sleeping was meant to feel this easeful?

I hope you liked it! Tell me what you think about this oneshot!

[nevvdrinksteaa]

favors pt. i

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i think that this sounded better in my head, but i went ahead and wrote it anyways because i really couldn’t stop thinking about it. also kinda leaned into the horny vibe i was feeling, i’ve never written smut but i’ve read a lot and i think i could do it lmao

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

prompt: idea from sweet child o’ mine @macfrog (it’s amazing i suggest you read it)

you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you just quite yet and he asks if he can do anything for you in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding.

warnings: uhmm fluff, angst, suggestive content, i think that’s it, let me know if i missed something!

word count: 1.7k

PART TWO HERE

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Waking up from your uncomfortable position on the couch, you heard the rain pattering on the window. The cold air suddenly swarming your body as you woke from your slumber. You reach over and tap your phone on the coffee table, watching the screen light up and checking the time. 5:48 AM Mike should be home in about 30 minutes. You reluctantly decided to slowly remove the blanket, standing up and reaching your hands in the air, stretching your stiff body as much as humanly possible.

You decided to help Mike and start cleaning up the mess you and Abby made from your activities. You start picking up the crayons, markers, and pencils and place them in the pink basket you picked out for Abby hours before coming over, smiling at how she colored in the paper hearts that were stuck to the sides, picking up the loose paper and sticking it in a neat pile on the desk on the dining table for Abby to use when she wakes up. You walk directly towards the hallway, taking clothes from the hamper and starting a load of laundry. Softly chuckling to yourself about how manly the laundry detergent Mike picked out smelled, you filled up the cap with the green goop and threw it in the washer.

Mike walked through the door as you were finishing up the dishes, drying off the big bowls you and Abby used to make brownies. He kicked his shoes off by the door and placed his keys on the little hook above the light switch. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in how cute you looked dancing to the soft music that came from your phone, how pretty your hair looked slightly knotted from your nap on the couch, the shorts you were wearing creeping up your legs with every step you take.

Mike loved watching you, in the least creepy way possible. He adored everything about you, taking the little extra time he had to notice things he never had any interest in noticing in anyone else before. You were so different and he was so infatuated, interested in getting to know you, getting to know your interests, getting to know your body. He thought about you constantly, something about you made him feel like a teenage boy. He was deep in thought when you turned around, yelping when you noticed him staring at you.

“You want to take a picture? Some people say they last longer” you say smirking, crossing your arms at the brown-eyed boy.

He chuckled softly at your flirtatious comment, a light pink dusting spreading across his tired face, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You were listening to music and didn’t hear me come in.”

“It’s okay, I was just finishing up some dishes, I didn’t think it would’ve been fair to leave you with the brownie mess” His ears perked up with excitement “You made brownies?”

He faked surprise, ‘Of course, you made brownies’. You were always doing extra things, it was his favorite thing about you, always doing the most and expecting nothing in return.

You grabbed a brownie for yourself before sliding the plate over to the pretty boy. You stayed leaning against the island, smirking to yourself when you saw Mike's eyes dart to your chest.

“Abby and I made them, she said that she wanted to surprise you when you got off work”

“I swear that kid is only nice to me when you’re here,” he said, partially to you and partially to himself.

Rolling your eyes “You know that isn’t true, she adores you”

“I would strongly disagree, She told me I was the ‘dumbest person ever’ when I told her she needed to eat more than just spaghetti and pizza”

“To her defense, she ate brownies today, that's more than spaghetti and pizza”

“I cannot believe you would rather agree with a 10 year old than me” He put a hand over his heart, sighing heavily to show he was hurt by your words. “I always knew you liked Abby more than me.”

You looked at him, eyes wide at his comment. “Sorry, I thought it was clear that I liked her more than you” you paused, for dramatic effect “I never tried to keep it a secret.”

He laughs grabbing a second brownie, and moving away from the kitchen island toward the couch. “You coming?”

“I could be” you winked, smirking at him. He shook his head, thinking of all of the ways and positions he really could make you cum.

You start to follow him, scolding yourself for flirting with him, staying behind for a few seconds to click the lid back on the Tupperware container.

You walk around to the left side of the couch, opposite to where Mike was sitting. After your comment, you got nervous, thinking you pushed it too far. You started noticing the quietness that suddenly arose and not knowing what to say to make things less awkward.

Mike was the first to break the silence, “How was she today?”

“She was good, I was able to pull her away from her drawings long enough to watch a movie. We watched Coco and the end made her cry, then she called me a monster for making her watch it and walked right back to the bedroom to color” You giggle at the memory of the evening you had with the younger sibling.

“Sounds like Abby” Mike sighed “At least she’s warming up to you enough to sit and watch a movie with you, I can’t remember the last time we sat down for a movie”

You grabbed his hand, noticing the sadness that started to form on his face. “You know she loves you, she talks about you constantly, you’re front and center of every one of her drawings. You’re her favorite person”

He smiled softly at your kind words, grateful to have you there to comfort him. “Thank you”

“Of course, that’s what I'm here for”

“Technically you're here because you babysit my sister, but it does make me feel good to think that you’re here only for me”

“Yeah yeah Schmidt, keep telling yourself that”

“Speaking of” Mike trailed off, “It’s going to be just a little bit longer before I can pay you, the new job doesn’t offer insurance so I have to pay for everything out of pocket and Abby was just sick-” You cut him off

“Mike you know I’m not worried about it” he sighed and you could tell by the look on his face that he was still bothered by not being able to pay her.

It had been three weeks since you started babysitting for Mike, coming early to help him make dinner before he leaves for work and staying late to get Abby dressed and feeding her before driving her to school so Mike could get more than an hour of sleep.

You enjoyed helping Mike and loved taking care of Abby, you were the oldest child in your family, so you were used to caring for people.

Mike hated it, it made him feel so guilty. He felt like he was taking advantage of your kindness, promising you every day that it would be only a little bit longer before he could pay you.

“You know, if you feel bad you could just repay me with a favor”

Mike perked up. His mind was filling with ideas of what could fall out of your pretty little lips. He would do anything you asked him to, make you dinner, give you a massage, eat you out for hours and hours. ‘God, why was he suddenly so horny?’

“What kind of favor are you thinking?” slightly squeezing his hand that was placed across your soft thighs. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he felt like a cheap whore, suddenly nervous that he was coming onto you so strong and you wouldn’t reciprocate.

“As tempting as this favor is,” you say placing a hand on his chest “I was thinking something else”

He was suddenly so embarrassed. He quickly pulled his hand away, placing it in his lap, and looking away from your beautiful face. You felt bad seeing a pitiful look on his face, hurting Mike’s feelings was the last thing you wanted to do.

“My brother is getting married in two weeks and I need a date.” He was ecstatic, pushing his horny feelings aside, he could picture it in his head; you two hand in hand, his tie matching your dress, sharing a kiss after your first slow dance-

“My boyfriend has a work conference and he has to be at” You have a boyfriend? “and my family is so annoying if I know if I come without a date, all they would do is tell me that I’m wasting my life away and I’m going to forever be so lonely and-” You have a boyfriend? How could he not know that?

“Mike, are you listening to me? If you’re uncomfortable pretending to be my boyfriend then I could always ask someone else”

“I’ll do it” Against his better judgment, he agrees, hoping that something could come out of it

“Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!” You lean over and hug him “You’re really saving my ass”

“Anything to help” he laughs, trying to make it seem like you didn’t just stab him in the chest with a casual mention of your boyfriend.

Suddenly, your alarm goes off and you pull away from the hug. Mike felt cold at the loss of contact.

“It’s 7:30, you should get to bed” you state standing up from your spot on the couch “I’ll get Abby ready from school so you can catch up on some sleep, I’ll text you the details of the wedding after I drop her off”

Mike watched as you walked away, feeling like he just got punched in the gut. You didn’t feel the way he did and god that was embarrassing. He never had time to even think about a relationship and the first time in a long time he does, the girl in question has a boyfriend.

Mike let out a deep sigh and got up, heading towards his bedroom ready to close his eyes and forget about the miserable conversation. As he walks past Abby’s room he notices you crouched beside her bed, softly shaking her awake.

Fake boyfriend or not, at least he knows he won’t be pretending about his feelings for you to your family.

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Nap Time

summary: Elvis offers to put Lottie Mae down for a nap and you are skeptical

warnings: none

word count: 878

Naptime around the Presley house was like an active war zone, filled with screams, tears, blankets being thrown, and bottles being tossed. Lottie Mae Presley hated nap time and she made sure that everyone else knew that.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do this?” You watched as Elvis grabbed Lottie’s bottle and began to refill it Elvis nodded, “I think I can handle putting our one-year-old down for a nap, honey.” He walked into the living room and approached Lottie Mae. “Alright, Lottie- it’s time for”

“NO!” The little girl stomped her foot on the ground and crossed her arms. 

“You haven’t even heard what I was going to say!” Elvis chuckled, he bent down to be on the same level as her. “Lottie it is nap time.” Lottie shook her head no, “Charlotte, this isn’t up for debate.”

Lottie grabbed her blanket and threw it on the ground, “No nap!” 

Elvis sighed and picked her up, “Now what is it going to take to get you to skip this little tantrum?” He walked over to the couch and held her in his lap, “I know you aren’t tired but we just need to lay down for a little bit.” 

“I don’t want to nap!” Lottie wailed, she gripped his shirt in her tightly balled-up fists. 

Elvis grabbed her hands, “You don’t have to nap, we are just going to rest for a little bit.” He stood up from the couch and began to rock her back and forth, “Hush little baby-”

“I’m not a baby.” Lottie pouted, her head resting on his shoulder. Elvis bit his tongue to suppress a chuckle.

“Right, hush little Lottie don’t say a word, daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.” He rubbed her back, “And if that mockingbird doesn’t sing, Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.” 

You smiled at the peaceful sight, you didn’t know how he did it. How he managed to calm her down when she was on one of her many tiny rampages.

“And if that diamond ring is brass, Daddy’s gonna buy you a looking glass.” Elvis turned to face you. “Are her eyes open?” He mouthed to you, you looked over and shook your head yes. An idea popped into your head, and you grabbed her cup and handed it to her. Lottie turned her head and began to drink. You also grabbed her blanket that she had tossed on the floor earlier and wrapped it around her shoulders. 

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, her eyes slowly starting to droop. 

Elvis continued to sing, “And if that looking glass gets broke, Daddy’s gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat doesn’t pull, Daddy’s going to buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Daddy’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover” 

“Out like a light.” You whispered, you grabbed the cup from her little hands and set it on the counter. Elvis settled onto the couch, adjusting the blanket over her.

“Told you I could do it.” He smiled, and you leaned down to give him a quick kiss. 

“I’m going to go bring the laundry in, are you good?” You asked.

Elvis nodded his head and continued to rub Lottie’s back, you smiled and grabbed the basket, and walked to the laundry room. Elvis continued to hum the song, his eyes starting to feel heavier with each passing second until his head was leaned against the back of the couch. His eyes continued to flutter until he felt Lottie shift, he moved to lie on his back with the young girl on his chest. Sleep soon overtook him and soft snores fell from his lips.

“Hey, baby-” You stopped and looked over at the pair, Elvis with his hands resting on the young girl’s back and Lottie her tiny fists still gripping at his shirt. Walking over to Elvis you pressed a small kiss to his forehead and you grabbed a blanket and covered the two of them, leaving Lottie’s head exposed. You smiled to yourself as you folded the laundry, after an hour or so Lottie began to stir. “Hey sweetpea, c’mere.” You picked her up and held her close to your chest, “We don’t want to wake up daddy.” You sat her on the floor and continued to fold the clothes.

“Lottie? Lottie Mae?” Elvis woke up and immediately began searching for his daughter.

“She’s right here, honey. She woke up before you, I didn’t want her to wake you up.” You replied, and you ran a hand through his hair.

Elvis sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Darling I wouldn't have minded if she woke me up.”

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, “You need your sleep, Elvis.” 

Lottie climbed up onto her father, “Daddy, let’s play!” 

Elvis swung his feet over the couch, “You need any more help with the laundry, honey?”

“No, I’ve got it, you two go play.” You smiled and shooed them off. 

Elvis really made you put your money where your mouth was, he could in fact put Lottie Mae to sleep. Let’s just say that Elvis was on permanent nap-time duty from here on out.

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Bunny

Media Lewis

Character Adam Douglas

Couple Adam X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Rewards

Smut Semi non Consensual / Fingering / eating out / nipple play / rewards and punishment

The moment I arrived back to my little room I sighed looking over my little single dorm room throwing my bag in the corner and my jacket on the chair. It's over. Its finally over. I kicked off my jeans and tossed my bra into the laundry basket crawling into my bed and plugging my phone into its charger seeing I had one new message since I picked it up from the locker.

Adam 🏛️ : Hey? Your exam all done?

So I quickly texted back

Y/n 📖 : all finished back on my room, totally exhausted but at least it's over

I threw my phone on the table and grabbed my pillow getting cosy and cuddly in the bed until I drifted off for a nap.

I woke up rather strangely certainly not how I imagined I'd wake up, but there was something so very nice and cosy about waking up so gently and slowly in my warm cosy bed wrapped up with my covers and blankets, against my soft pillow, slowly feeling pleasure build between my legs as two long slender fingers had slipped under my panties hem and now sat inside me gently moving back and forth slowly waking me as he finger fucked me as I became more awake I noticed him chuckling slyly and peppering kisses to my neck and as I began to stir he spoke "hummm hi little bunny"

"Adam? What's going on?"

"Well, I figured my little bunny needs a little treat after working so hard at all her studying now she's all finished her exam" he says his thumb starting to rub little circles on my clit "that sound nice?"

"Ummm" I nodded relaxing and enjoying the gentle pleasure

"Umm I love watching you feel pleasure little bunny. Your so cute" he Cooes kissing down my neck "how you roll back your head, how your breasts bounce as you gasp, how you always you always try and wriggle your hips because it feels so good, how you can't help but open your legs for me, even when your sleeping" he smirked as he kisses reached the hem of my shirt where my cleavage sat so prominently "maybe I should play with these a little while?" He smirked taking his hand away licking his fingers "fuck- my little bunny tastes so good" he growled "but I think we give these a little attention" he smirked tugging down the covers and grabbing my breasts making me giggle as he took one in each hand groping them making sure to run his hands all over them with only my thin shirt to conceal them but that didn't last long the moment he felt my nipples being to poke thought my shirt both from the friction of his hands and from the cold of being out of the covers he yanked on my shirt pulling it down enough to reveal my bare breasts "your so cute" he Cooes "I know my little bunny likes when I play with her nipples," he Cooes pinching them and rubbing on them causing pleasure between my legs which forced a whine "awwww your adorable. Does it feel good little bunny?" He smirked being utterly merciless on me so much so I was fighting the urge to squirt from from his passionate rubs and twists never letting up for a moment

"Uhh Adam -"

He smirked and took his hand away slipping down my body and back under my panties "awww little bunny you're soaked, I know what you want" he growled tossing the covers completely off my bed and moving himself down to rub his nose on my panties before grabbing the hem in his teeth and yanking them down my legs his hand took over once they passed my knees and he bundled them up shoving them in his jeans pocket

"Perv" I told him

"I know. But how an I meant to resist you?" He smirked wrapping his hands around my thighs and beginning to kiss my outer lips making sure my attention was there completely then kissing my clit gently but enough to make me squirm and grasp his hair he made eye contact smirking hard as he spread my lips and licked all over me nibbling slightly as he did giving me no escape from his pleasure he didn't waste time latching in sucking and licking my clit and using his spare hand to slip his fingers back inside making sure to lick up anything that uncontrollably left me it felt like hours he worked and he knew how close I was getting but as usual he sat up just now using his fingers mercilessly using four fingers inside me and rubbing on my clit while he loomed over me watching me as I squealed and squirmed desperate for the release of pleasure that had been building since being even woke up "come on little bunny, I can feel how had you wanna cum. Come on cum for me little bunny and I'll let you bounce in my cock as long as you want" he encouraged whispering in my ear between kisses his spare hand stroking my hair then my breasts, then my hips and ass where my hips bucked so high in the air in desperation my toes gripping my bedsheet feeling so close but never reaching my edge "fuck you're close aren't you?" He asks and all I could manage was a nod as I whined "tell me what you need little bunny, tell me what my little bunny needs to cum?"

Immediately I grabbed his belt and stroked his hard on thought his jeans slightly gripping his shaft and jerking him though his jeans "fuck! Ummmm I know that's what you want, it's what I want too. But I want to reward my little bunny for all her hard work. I'll fuck you after." He smirked leaving a hiki on my neck "humm I know what my little bunny needs" he growled grabbing my breast again and mercilessly rubbing my nipple as his fingers worked and his thumb rubbed hard and that wound be up so much that it wasn't long of his torture

before I hit my peak pleasure washing over me completely

"Ahhhhh! Adam! Ahhhhhhh!" I squealed biting my pillow as my body collapsed on my bed

"Awwww your so cute" he Cooes peppering me with kisses as he moved back clearly his hand up a little as I gasped staring at the ceiling unable to really tell how much time has passed "that nice?"

"Ummm thank you Adam'

"Your welcome." He smiled giving my lips a kiss "I know how hard you've been working and how tough that exam was gonna be so. I wanted to make sure my little bunny got a nice reward for all her hard work" he smiled tapping my nose

"Thank you, that's very sweet of you Adam"

"My pleasure" he smiled "now if my little bunny isn't too tried?" He smirked moving my hand back to his hard on, I giggled and wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him down to kiss me "ummm good little bunny" he Cooes undoing his belt…

[siempre-bucky]

Nomex

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jake loves seeing you in soft delicate fabrics, but he still thinks you're pretty in your flight suit.

warning: oral sex (fem recieving)

this is a follow up to Silk, but can be read as a stand alone

a/n: wrote this during a 9 hour call with the unimind... I just have this thing for Jake and fabric...enjoy!

The blond aviator woke up in the most amazing smelling sheets. He inhaled deeply at the clean scent, it was so unlike the stuff Coyote bought. They smelled like flowers and fresh laundry straight out of the dryer. His tired eyes opened, green irises scanning the unfamiliar environment before landing on the dainty bottle of water and red and blue pills to soothe his hangover that sat on the bedside table. 

"Fuck," he groaned as he sat up, bones cracking as he leaned forward. It all came back to him after he swallowed the pills. Begging Natasha to bring him to your place, crashing into you in the hallway, kissing you as your robe hit the ground—the silk nightgown. 

He hadn't even looked at you yet. His eyes were trained to the wall as he slowly stood up, hesitant to turn around. There was no reason to be nervous, he tried to tell himself. It was just you. 

But even still, his heart was pounding and his fingertips itched for the touch of your skin and his lips still tingled hours after your first kiss. 

Turn around, turn around—turn around, Jake. 

Jake had seen you sleep before. He'd catch you napping in the ready room with your legs splayed out and your arms folded across your chest for extra warmth, lips slightly parted. He'd nudge you out of your snoring while on the plane to your next mission and would laugh at how your face was squished into the shitty pillows they gave you on the carrier. You slept like a normal person: dead to the world with a smidge of drool dribbling down your chin. 

This was different. So every different. 

You were sleeping peacefully on your back, one hand delicately placed on your pillow beside your head while the other clenched the blanket on your stomach. It was as if you were sleeping on clouds with the way the white linens circled you with their gentle creases. 

It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He praised the universe for the way the golden morning light hit your features and made the silk fabric glow. Jake's tongue swept along his lower lip before he gently bit down on it with his teeth. He slowly sauntered over, his eyes glued to your frame taking it all in before he disturbed you. 

He lowered himself next to you, placing one of his arms on the spot beside your waist, closing you in. The sudden dip in the bed made you shift with your head turning to face him, pillow soft lips gently parting. Your name was on the tip of his tongue, hesitant to say it. “Y/N,” he managed. 

“Hmm,” you chimed, still half asleep and squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You need to wake up,” he told you softly.  

Your eyes slowly opened and narrowed as they adjusted to the sunlight. His frame towered above you, then you saw how his extended arm over you. A bashful heat was quickly running up your neck and onto your face at the sight of his toned arms. Timidly you put your hand on his wrist, gliding it upward until you stopped at his bicep and your thumb dipped under the hem of his t-shirt. “Jake,” you whispered softly, pushing yourself higher on the mattress with Jake’s face closer in your gaze. “How’s your head?” 

The aviator exhaled and looked at your clothed stomach, a small smile graced his lips before looking up at you through his lashes. “Better,” he chuckled, “Thanks for the meds, sweetheart.” 

You smiled in return at the southern charm he unknowingly exuded. Your eyes fell from the top of his tousled blond hair to his soft pink lips; they tempted you every time he pressed them together, every time he fought back words. “Why’d you come here last night—after you left the bar?”  

He took a moment to sift through the alcohol induced actions from the Hard Deck. “I wanted to see you,” he decided on saying. You arched a brow, showing your lack of confidence in his response. Using his arm as leverage, you sat up with your clothed chest touching his exposed arm, your head resting on his arm. Jake shivered at the cold silk material touching him, his eyes swiveling between your torso and your face. 

“To see me,” you repeated slowly, trying to bite back the giggle. 

“Honest, I did. Then I saw you in that, one thing led to another and I—” he paused to lean in closer “—I couldn’t deny my feelings for you any longer.” 

A bright smile broke out onto your face, the hand on his arm rising to cup the back of his neck. He felt the pull on his neck, so we went along with your motions and leaned in closer. “I meant every word I said when I kissed your skin, darlin’,” he whispered before closing the gap. 

You glanced over to the clock, he woke you up with plenty of time to prepare for training. Your brain calculated as he kissed you, his lips gliding along your own, his fingers grazed the hair on the back of your neck. “Tell me again,” you requested shyly as you pulled back, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. 

“I can do so much more,” he smirked before removing himself from you. He stood and gently started to pull back your blanket and let it fall to the ground with a light thud. You were suddenly very short of breath, your legs timidly closing.  “If you’ll let me…” his smooth voice trailed off, forcing himself to go slowly. 

With a nod, you watched every little calculated movement: from the way he stood on his knees in front of you and allowed his hands to slide up your calves and pulled your knees up higher while the skirt of your nightgown pooled in between your legs. You didn’t imagine his hands to be so smooth. They slid up your calves once more before slowly spreading apart your legs. 

Jake looked up at you wantingly, the self control of the southern gentleman wavering thin. “It’s ok, Jake” you whispered in reassurance. 

The thread holding him together had finally snapped. He lowered himself and pushed the fabric higher on your stomach. “Jesus,” he muttered as he came face to face with the matching silk panties that covered your core, “Do you always match?” he joked as he took his pinky finger and dragged it along your clothed slit, the gentle pressure soaking the fabric with your wetness. He smirked triumphantly. 

“When I want to,” you answered lightly. 

He pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh and hummed against your skin before littering the surface with open mouthed kisses. Your back lightly arched as you felt the cool air touch the saliva-ridden skin, his name softly falling from your lips. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered as he got dangerously close to the thin lace hem of your panties. “Perfect,” he complimented as he hooked a finger around the fabric and pulled it effortlessly to the side. He moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy. 

“Please,” you whispered, slightly bucking your lips. He scoffed and admired you, ignoring the little protests that came in the form of breathy whimpers. He took your panties off and let them join the blanket at the foot of the bed. “Don’t tease me, Seresin,” you grunt, your hand finding his hair. 

“You’re so impatient, baby,” he smirked, his eyes flashing upward before he flatted his tongue over your pussy. 

“Shit,” you cursed at the warmth, the tingles spreading over your body. Jake Seresin shouldn’t have this much power over you with not even one swipe of his tongue.  But he did, and you absolutely let him. He moved slowly, letting every spot of your folds feel him. 

“It’s already swollen,” he teasingly marveled at your clit as he pulled away, letting two of his fingers run along your slick folds, the bundle of nerves coming into sight. “Do you want me to make you cum before training?” he asked, his voice lower than normal. 

“Please, Jake,” you pleaded, surely you’d be embarrassed later at how meek you sounded in front of him. “Make me cum—make me feel good.” Your pretty words sent a sudden wave of pleasure to his groin, his own soft moaning escaping his throat. 

He started with gentle kitten licks to your aching clit, relishing in feeling the way your thighs clenched under his hands. His tongue swirled around and around in slow painstaking movements until your hips started to grind against his face. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned against you, “tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

“That feels so fucking good,” you whimpered, your fingers threading through his soft hair and tugging softly. “Jake, Jake, Jake,” you moaned pathetically as he sucked in your clit, his soft hums sending vibrations to your core. “You feel so good.” 

You could feel him smirk at the praise, your breath hitching every time he swiped along your needy core. The knot in your stomach didn’t take long to materialize, and the weakening and shaking of your legs were close behind. “I’m gonna—” 

Jake reached up, his large hand covering your clothed breast and giving it a tender squeeze as a way of telling you that he was there. “Cum for me, make those pretty noises when you scream my name,” he moaned out, the tip of his nose brushing your clit. 

Your hand dropped to your side, knuckles white with how tightly you gripped the sheets. 

The white hot pleasure took over as you bucked your hips one final time. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—Jake—Jake!” you cried. His fingers intertwined with yours, the pain of your knuckles subsiding so could squeeze the digits that fit perfectly into yours. 

He licked and sucked until your hips stopped grinding and your jagged breaths slowly became regulated. He let go of your hand and sat up, only to settle himself between your sensitive legs and pull you close, rolling you over on your side. “Did it feel good?” he asked as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself. 

Your tongue shyly swiped his lower lip, your hand pressed against his neck and feeling his rapid heartbeat. “So good,” you sighed deeply, your breath once again hitching. Everything that I dreamed of.  

“Y/N, I wanna tell you somethin’,” he confessed as his arms roamed your warm body. 

“Hmm?” Your eyes flutter shut and let yourself rest your head in the crook of his neck. His heart wasn’t slowing down, just like last night at the bar when he told Phoenix he was in love with you. The three little words rested behind thinned lips. 

Before he could speak, his phone vibrated on the table. He groaned in annoyance and checked it, “Coyote’s outside, he’s takin’ me to base.” In unlucky unison, your alarm went off, the harsh bells making you jolt. 

“Go, Hangman. You got pushups to look forward to,” you said playfully, sliding out of his warm embrace and off your bed to turn off your alarm. He rolled and caught your wrist gently, you turned to see his sly smirk. 

“Can’t wait to see you in that flight suit.” 

— 

You emerged from the locker room in your green Nomex flight suit. It felt like a second skin, wrapped around your body and your beloved patches sewn on with care. Callie and Natasha nudged your sides, both begging for details about the night you spent with Hangman. "He was drunk as shit and crashed on my couch. Literally, nothing happened," you lied through your teeth. 

The slow, caring touches of his tender hands, beautiful words of praise, and sinful flicks of his tongue would remain your best kept secret. 

"Uh huh," Callie rolled her eyes and nudged your arm with her helmet 

"Whatever you say," Nat winked, her head motioning towards the door. You looked away from your friends and saw Jake standing by the door, his frame beautifully illuminated by the sun. 

The girls went ahead and shot back one more look. They said their snickering hellos to the man before exiting. 

"Did you tell them?" He asked cautiously as he sauntered over, meeting you in the middle. You shook your head and leaned up against the wall.  

"Told them you were a funny drunk," you joked, making the taller man laugh. He stepped closer and looked down at you and all the little creases and folds your suit made. "Giggled like a schoolgirl till you fell asleep." 

"You're hilarious," he retorted, chuckling mockingly as he rolled his eyes. 

You felt the familiar ache for his touch. His fingers twitched at his sides. He looked up to you already staring at him, your eyebrows knitted together as a silent plea for him. Jake took his pointer finger and touched the golden embroidery of your callsign badge. "You look pretty," he whispered as his hand trailed lower until he gently held you by your waist. "I told you, you would."

The Nomex material you wore was made fire resistant, protecting you in the box as you flew— but it was no match for Jake Seresin. His other hand found your waist, drawing you closer, a wildfire igniting on your lower back as his hands moved upward. How bold of the aviator, holding you so intimately in the hallway. 

Your body was pressed against his, and the little squeak from the fabric rubbing up against each other made you smile. "What were you going to tell me this morning?" You asked, your voice just above a whisper. 

Jake, like this morning, was cut off. The sound of a door pulled you two apart, Jake ran a hand through his hair while you adjusted your clothes. 

False alarm, the two of you exhaled a sigh of relief as a janitor walked out of the supply closet. 

"Tell me later," you smiled, lovingly patting his shoulder. 

"Over dinner?" He questioned as you walked down the hall together. You hummed and let him open the door for you, the sounds of the jets sounded like music. 

"I'd like that, Hangman. I have a dress I've been dying to wear to that place downtown." 

Your comment perked his ears as he put on his sunglasses. "What kind of dress?" He pursed his lips before smirking.  

"Velvet."

[ira-hydrangea]

Hi! Can i have some a Headcanons of Leona, Jack, Silver and Kalim with a GN! reader who always sleeps?( btw, love your Hcs/Fics tho <3 )

Aw 💕 Thank you anon 🥰. Hope this does and sorry it's taking so long...

Leona, Jack, Silver, Kalim x Reader that always sleep

Leona Kingscholar.

Do you think this boy has a problem with that? Nah, he is happy at least you are not a nuisance. Plus he has a napping partner and a soft pillow. But sometimes he concern about you and your sleeping time.

Sometimes you can fall asleep in the middle of flying the broom. WHAT THE HECK?! DID YOU WANT TO DIE?!

He suddenly becomes like Ruggie. Always waking you up and make sure you are well fed and-

“You realize that now you almost doing my job, Leona-san? What next? Doing their laundry?”

“Shut up, Ruggie. If you complain so much, You can handle them.”

“Oh no. They your S/o. Not mine. Beside I cannot handle two Leona unless you pay me. Shishishi.”

“...Brat.”

Jack Howl

He is concerned. Like SERIOUSLY concern. You look like a sloth and he worries about your safety all the time. 

Once he found you sleeping in the middle of the park with some third years towering over you. HE PANIC! He accidentally transforms into his wolf form and chases away the bully. And then you wake up.

“Jack? Is that you?” Half-asleep you kinda snuggle to his big tail and go back to sleep.

“Wake me up in... 5 hours...zzzz”

Yes. He turns soft after seeing that relaxed face of yours and decides to join you with this little nap. Skipping one or two classes isn’t that bad.

Silver

He didn’t see a problem? You and he like to fall in the sleeping forest. You both have a simple concept. If he sees you falling asleep in a weird place, he will move you somewhere safe and join you :) (The one that worried is Lilia and Sebek)

And if you see him falling asleep in the forest? You bring a blanket and join Silver for some quick sleep. Cuddling with him in the middle of the forest, surrounded by his animal friends. Safe.

“Hey! Look at these guys. It seems like we have two sleeping beauty here!” One bully from Savanaclaw said.

“Aw~ Look at them. Cuddling like that. Make me want to punch them. And maybe have fun with that H/c student.” They start to make their move until something glints near their neck.

Silver wakes up with the scariest eyes ever while moving his blade near the bully neck while his other hands hug you. Try not to disturb your sleep.

“Leave.” Just one word from Silver all of them ran away.

At least now Silver learn something. If you want to sleep do it in your bedroom. Or at Diasomnia territory.

Kalim Al-Asim

This boy is okay with your constant sleep. If he didn't have so much energy. Sometimes he still drag you around to have some activities.

"Come on! Y/n you have been sleeping all day! You need to move some of your muscles!" Kalim scold while you dozen off and let him drag you around.

You end up sleeping again anyway. Kalim loves to bring you out for a carpet ride at night. Usually, you are fine with carpet rides but not at night.

Kalim likes to ramble and tell you a lot of things while you listen to his story until you fall asleep on his shoulder. He notices this and looks at you before smiling softly.

"Sweet dream, Y/n."

.

.

You both got scolded by Jamil for falling asleep on the carpet in the middle of the night and now you suffer from the cold.

[minas-linkverse]

How the Links (and Ravio) sleep 😮

Twilight - Blanket, pillow, towel, laundry, carpet, item‐ fiend. In winter its about getting cozy and squished in a nest of soft and warm, and in summer its about having something to hold onto. When not squished by various nest items, he spins around a ton. Midna learnt the hard way (squished.) He also likes sleeping in his wolf form.

Sky - Amazing sleeping skills. Falls asleep if at all comfortable. Sleeps well and for solid chunks of time. However, he wakes up at midnight quite often, usually for the bathroom and then plops back to bed, but sometimes he gets up to weird things like visiting people. I mean, if they're awake its fine right? He also likes taking a nap during the day!

Wild - Very hard to keep track of. He seems to not be able to tell very well if he's tired, so he simply travels for hours only to sit down for a moment and realize he is exhausted. He's tried to get the rythmn down and try to sleep around the same time every night, but it just doesnt seem to work.

Legend - A seasoned adventurer! Surely he's got this. Well, sorta. He struggles with falling asleep a lot, and tends to only stay asleep for an hour or two. They consider rest very important though— and are very stubborn —so he usually just lays with their eyes closed until morning comes.

Wind - He sleeps fairly well! Goes to bed at a regular schedule and wakes up pretty well rested. His dreams are a bit weird, but not of that much note. He's been a bit worried lately though, it's gotten harder to fall asleep... Oh goddesses is that a part of adulthood?! Nooooo—!!

Time - Nobody's really seen him sleep, but... he's got to, right? Wind thinks he probably sleeps in caves like a keese, but the rest arent convinced. Hero, having been him, knows that Time likes sleeping on tough smooth surfaces like a weirdo and tends to do it in the form of timed naps all over the clock. Lets him operate at night too!

Minish - His grandfather says a good night's sleep is very important for a growing boy, and his grandfather is very smart in his opinion. If you try to come between him and a good night's sleep he will not let it go unpunished. He likes being blanket cocooned like the growing butterfly he is...!

Ravio - He is the last to fall asleep in almost all cases. Partly because he is a bit of a night owl, but also because he doesn't feel safe enough to pass out first— It's finee, he has a lot of journaling to do anyway.

Hero - As the spirit of the hero that exists in the realm of the goddesses, he doesn't need sleep, but, she likes to do it. There's something comforting about being able to take a break from the sight of eternity and the many memories rushing in his head. They tend to lay down, sleep, wake up, turn onto another side, sleep, continue, until Hylia comes in worried because its been a mortal month. Oops.

[watermelonlovershigh]

A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

Things to help you read this easier:

(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

(I pray that this photo doesn't get my account in trouble again. It's an innocent photo with no real nudity shown.)

Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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[luxaofhesperides]

stealing clothes

college au ft. domestic joongdok. i am so predictable.

also on ao3.

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Kim Dokja is extremely lucky to have Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate. Not just because Yoo Joonghyuk is the campus heartthrob and Kim Dokja is the one who gets to see him everyday, and not because Yoo Joonghyuk is the perfect house husband, cleaning and cooking because he banned Kim Dokja from doing both. 

While both those things are nice, the best part about having Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate is stealing his shirts. 

Not to do anything weird! They’re just… comfortable.

He even got permission! For the first few, at least. 

It all starts because Yoo Joonghyuk was going to throw out perfectly good shirts that have been worn and washed enough to become soft, the type of softness that even the most high quality shirts can’t capture. They weren’t dirty, or torn, just old. So Kim Dokja protests this and tries to get Yoo Joonghyuk to keep them, only for him to scowl and throw the shirts at him.

“You keep them then,” he said, then left. And Kim Dokja did. 

He’s well aware that wearing his hot roommate’s shirts might be (is) weird, so he only wears them on long nights when he needs some extra comfort to get him through his last assignments, or when Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t home. He never wears them when Yoo Joonghyuk might see. He’d rather die. 

And because his wonderful roommate is out for the night, no doubt at a party celebrating his latest gaming tournament win, Kim Dokja is settled in for a long night of reading, curled up on the couch in one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s old shirts. It’s long enough to reach down past his thighs, so he doesn’t bother wearing pants, and a blanket over his shoulders helps with the chill his exposed collarbones bring. 

The apartment is quiet, most people out or sleeping, and the latest update of his favorite web novel is a long one. And should he get hungry, there’s dinner in the fridge, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk who is very determined to get Kim Dokja eating more regularly. 

It’s been too long since he was able to be so relaxed and comfortable. No urgent deadlines, no projects to stress about, no tests in the near future hanging over his head like a guillotine. 

He’s so comfortable that halfway through the chapter he’s reading, Kim Dokja begins nodding off. The living room is gradually getting darker as the sun begins to set, and he sees no reason why he shouldn’t take a nap; his sleep schedule is fucked anyways, a little rest won’t hurt him at all.

The sound of the door opening rouses him. 

Distantly, Kim Dokja hears a lock click and a heavy sigh, but half-awake, he can’t be sure if it’s real or part of a dream. 

He opens sleep-heavy eyes to a dark living room; he must have been sleeping for a few hours, long enough for the sun to fully set and the moon to shine brightly. His entire body feels heavy and slow. 

Slowly, Kim Dokja sits up, the blanket falling off his shoulders to pool around his hips. He stretches his arms up above his head, arching his spine a bit, drawing out the stretch as he shakes off the last of his nap. 

Behind him, someone chokes. 

Startled, Kim Dokja drops his arms and turns to see Yoo Joonghyuk standing in front of the hallway, staring at him with wide eyes. He’s… shirtless. Kim Dokja quickly looks away. 

“When did you get back?” he asks, trying to break the strange tension that suddenly fills the apartment.

Yoo Joonghyuk is silent for a few moments before Kim Dokja hears him step closer. “Just a few minutes ago. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Is it late?”

The light turns on suddenly and Kim Dokja winces, blinking to clear the spots from his vision. 

“It’s only nine.” 

Huh. He wasn’t asleep for too long then. He feels the couch dip and looks up to see Yoo Joonghyuk sitting right next to him instead of anywhere else on their rather large couch. He’s staring at Kim Dokja’s chest, which makes him shift uncomfortably. 

He glances down to see what has Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention. There’s no stains or anything…

Then his heart stops for a solid minute. He’s wearing Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt. And Yoo Joonghyuk knows it’s his old shirt because it’s way too big for Kim Dokja! 

Please don’t bring it up, Kim Dokja mentally begs, trying to send the plea into Yoo Joonghyuk’s head. 

“Isn’t that one of my old shirts?” he asks. Telepathy has failed. Kim Dokja changes to Plan B which is Fake His Death And Start A New Life. 

“Uh. Yeah. You gave it to me,” Kim Dokja answers, hoping Yoo Joonghyuk won’t think he’s weird and kick him out. He’s not willing to give up the best roommate he’s ever had! He just can’t go back to living with the worst people in existence, who treat him horribly and steal his things. He just can’t. 

“I’ve never seen you wear them,” Yoo Joonghyuk says instead of demanding that Kim Dokja move out. 

“I don’t wear them often.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes dart farther down. “You’re also not wearing pants.”

Kim Dokja pulls the blanket over his legs and tries to pretend Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t just say that. “Well, you’re not wearing a shirt! You’re only wearing…” he trails off, finally letting himself look at Yoo Joonghyuk. Those sweatpants look familiar. They look just like the ones he thought he lost months ago. “...Isn’t that mine?”

“...Our laundry must have gotten mixed up.”

That’s a lie. Yoo Joonghyuk is not one to mix up their laundry. They’ve never accidentally taken each other’s clothes. 

Kim Dokja smiles and Yoo Joonghyuk looks away, his ears turning red. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he says sweetly in a way that Yoo Joonghyuk knows is a threat.

“I don’t see why I can’t have some of your clothes if you have mine.”

“My clothes don’t fit you! And besides, isn’t it strange for us to be sharing clothes?”

“No. You should wear my clothes more often. You look good in them.”

Kim Dokja has no response to that. He freezes, then ducks his head, trying to hide his quickly warming cheeks. 

Yoo Joonghyuk, the bastard that he is, doesn’t let Kim Dokja hide. He wraps an arm around Kim Dokja’s waist and pulls him closer, hard enough to send him falling against his side. “Stop being so shy and wear my shirts while I’m around.”

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“I got bored and left early. I prefer being here with you.”

“Don’t think sweet talking is going to make me forget about you stealing my sweatpants.”

“Oh?” Yoo Joonghyuk runs a large hand down Kim Dokja’s spine, making him shiver. “What should I do then?”

“Nothing!” Kim Dokja hits his chest, but makes no moves to put any space between them. He is not going to be thinking about why. “Anyways, aren’t you tired? You should go to sleep since you spent hours at that tournament. Congratulations on another win, by the way.”

Smiling, Yoo Joonghyuk leans closer, forcing Kim Dokja to bend back a bit, putting more of his weight on Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm. “You were watching?”

“I always watch when you compete. What’s the point of having a popular gamer for a roommate if I can’t brag about him?”

Without another word, Yoo Joonghyuk collapses on top of him, crushing him against the couch.

“Hey!” Kim Dokja flails, then smacks Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. “What’s that for!”

“You’re right, I am tired.”

“Then go to bed!” 

Yoo Joonghyuk tightens his grip on Kim Dokja’s waist, then nuzzles into his neck. The feeling of his hair brushing against his neck makes Kim Dokja shiver, not quite tickling him but just enough to have the sensation send sparks down his spine. 

He sighs softly, and feeling it against his skin brings a deep blush to Kim Dokja’s cheeks. “I’d prefer to stay here for the night,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Kim Dokja grumbles about being squished beneath the heavy weight of his body, but ultimately decides to indulge himself and stay. 

They stay like that, sleeping on the couch, all through the night. They both wake with stiff necks in the morning, but Kim Dokja doesn’t mind at all when it lets him stay in Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace a little longer.

Things change after that. 

Kim Dokja wouldn’t call them friends, per se. Not before That Night. Roommates, yes. Acquaintances who get along well, yes. Friends? No. 

But now, he’s not too sure what to call their relationship. They live together so they have to spend some time together, but school keeps them both busy and Kim Dokja often spends his time at the library with Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah while Yoo Joonghyuk streams and goes to tournaments. 

It’s more accurate to say they exist in the same space, than to say that they spend time together. 

They get along well enough, which is why they’ve renewed their lease together for another year, but somehow, after That Night Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly… sticky.

He’s constantly making food for them. More so than before. He asks for Kim Dokja’s preferences instead of just silently handing him a plate?

Kim Dokja stares at the box of pasta in his hands. He doesn’t understand why he’s grocery shopping with Yoo Joonghyuk, but he’s gone with it for too long and can’t ask any questions now.

“Did you want pasta?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, appearing behind him without warning. Kim Dokja jumps a little, then glares at him, annoyed by how amused he looks.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I can just buy instant noodles.”

Scowling, Yoo Joonghyuk grabs the box of pasta from his hands and adds it to the cart. “Absolutely not. I’ll make noodles for you later.”

“You can make noodles from scratch?”

“It’s not hard.”

Kim Dokja would marry Yoo Joonghyuk right that very second if asked. He also doesn’t understand why Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly spoiling him, but he’s not going to question a good thing. He’s going to get as much as he can out of this, because who knows when it will end?

So he bumps his hip against Yoo Joonghyuk’s with a smile as they walk down the aisle, and asks, “Can we get ice cream?”

Yoo Joonghyuk does not answer for a long minute, then glances at Kim Dokja’s hopeful expression and sighs. “Fine.”

He really is getting spoiled.

Kim Dokja fully intends to use this knowledge for evil.

Another thing that’s changed: clothes. 

Since Kim Dokja didn’t complain enough about his sweatpants being stolen before he fell asleep, Yoo Joonghyuk decided he could just take Kim Dokja’s most comfortable sweatpants and wear them whenever he wants. So what if he looks really good! They’re still Kim Dokja’s and he will hold this grudge for as long as he needs to. 

He intends to steal more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts as revenge, except he doesn’t need to steal anything. Because Yoo Joonghyuk just leaves his shirts in Kim Dokja’s room. So he wears them and tries not to get flustered when Yoo Joonghyuk stares at him each time he walks out of his room wearing something Yoo Joonghyuk left him. 

It’s a losing battle.

On the bright side, he no longer has to hide it. It’s still embarrassing, but he’s getting more and more used to lounging in the living room in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts. 

The hungry look Yoo Joonghyuk gives him is also nice to see. 

Kim Dokja may be the king of denial, but even he can’t lie to himself with how obvious Yoo Joonghyuk is being. Nor can he pretend that he isn’t doing this for that exact reason, or spending more time at the apartment to be with him. 

They’re both pushing in little ways, but it’s not enough for him to be willing to push their relationship out of the cloud of ambiguity its currently in. 

Before he knows it, half his closet is Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothes, and he has to go to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room to grab a pair of sweatpants to study in because all of them got stolen. The rude bastard really has no shame. 

“Why don’t we just keep our clothes in the same room?” Yoo Joonghyuk suggests after Kim Dokja complains to him about this. 

“Whose room?”

“Mine. Just take all your things into my room. I’ll make space for you.”

And so Kim Dokja suddenly finds himself sharing a room with Yoo Joonghyuk. And then sharing a bed. And then waking up with him to his absurdly early alarm. 

They’re not dating, and he says as much to Han Sooyoung when talking about this; she just rolls her eyes and calls him and idiot for not realizing what’s going on. 

She has absolutely no room to talk, being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Yoo Sangah instead of just asking her out on a date like normal people would. 

They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja leans into him when they watch a movie together after rejecting a party invite. They’re not dating, but Yoo Joonghyuk kisses his cheek each morning before he gets up to make breakfast. They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja will settle into Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap while wearing nothing but one of his shirts to finish a reading for one of his classes. 

They’re not dating, but he certainly wants to. 

However, Kim Dokja would sooner pass away then actually talk about his feelings, so he bottles it up, greedily hoards all the affection he gets from Yoo Joonghyuk, and hopes he makes his move soon because Kim Dokja is starting to get impatient.

In the meantime, he’ll steal another shirt and pretend he didn’t do it on purpose just to get Yoo Joonghyuk to look at him. 

[whump-town]

The Traveling T-Shirt

No Pairings

No Warnings

It's just Morgan's t-shirt traveling through the BAU one person and story at a time

It starts with a coffee spill in Seattle. With Aaron, startlingly enough.

Six days in the rain and it seemed even their cleanest, driest clothing was damp with the chill from the constant downpour. Though, six days on their feet with clothing they’d already worn at least twice that week on their backs, they looked more and more “rag-tag” as the hours bore on. Even Hotch had lost his cookie-cutter charm. His white t-shirt crumpled where it was typically pressed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight. His hair wouldn’t stay gelled into the style he liked it in, leaving it fluffy and soft on the top of his head. He looked significantly less like SSA Aaron Hotchner and a lot more like Aaron.

Maybe he had lost SSA Hotchner somewhere along the days and victims because SSA Hotchner would never spill coffee on himself. But Aaron would and Aaron did.

Derek watched the whole thing take place, unable to take his eyes off of Hotch since the second that he walked in. Something about his tired zombie-like lurches just couldn’t break Derek’s curiosity and he had to know what would come out of Hotch’s current state. Despite the far-away look in Hotch’s gaze, the tired bags of discoloration under his eyes, Derek would not have predicted this as the outcome. Hotch is so out of it that all he can do is stare at the mess he’s created, glaring at the mess of coffee grounds across his less than pristine white dress shirt.

“Here,” Derek shakes his head, has to manually clear the fog occupying his brain. He pulls at the loose clump of napkins someone had left atop the coffee table for this exact situation, presses the mass into Hotch’s stomach. It feels akin to something else, distinctly deja-vu. Like he’s pressing into a wound, holding him together with nothing more than cheap napkins.

The physical contact brings Hotch back to the Earth and with a few blinks of his blood-shot eyes he sighs irritably and mumbles, “I don’t have any more clean shirts.”

Derek would argue the one he’s currently wearing is not clean either. It’s got a few dots of red expo marker on the left elbow where Reid bumped into him, rambling quickly about his map and the geographical profile. On the cuff of his right sleeve, there’s something brown or black which could be something from a pen or an expo marker or something else he’s just stuck his hand in. God knows what else is on this shirt.

Hotch puts his hand over Derek’s, holds the napkins himself. Derek pats his shoulder, “it’s alright, man. I’ll get you a shirt.”

They could go just about anywhere and just buy him a shirt. It could be some looney graphic t-shirt from the boy’s sections of some store down the street or another white dress shirt to replace the one he’s wearing but Derek just gets one of his. It’s a light grey, the color worn down by how frequently Derek wears it. Where it fits Derek snugly, hugs his chest and back tightly, it fits Hotch oddly. Displays to them all just how right they were in the assumptions they have held about how his recent divorce is affecting him.

He’s lost weight.

Too much.

One thin grey Hanes t-shirt can’t fight off the chill and overtop it, covering his visible bones, Dave throws him a sweater. He stays buried in that sweater and shirt all day, long into the night as they go hunting out in the streets with flashlights. Rain comes down heavy and thick.

Dave gets his sweater back. Folded neatly and smelling of the distinct fabric softener Hotch uses, it makes his whole office smell nice and Dave nearly can’t bring himself to wear the thing again. Doesn’t want the scent to fade, every inch of that sweater is now stitched together with something more.

The t-shirt gets left at the bottom of a drawer, to be discovered months from now.

Emily finds it six nights after Foyet left Hotch in Saint Sebastion’s hospital held together by sugrical staples and the stubborn will to live. All of his clothing has been hunted through, his shirt drawer is nearly empty. JJ and Penelope had undertaken the job of finding Hotch clothing for the hospital -- anything that he could just slip his arms into without having to lift them above his head. The only things left in his drawers are regular t-shirts and jeans, meaning Emily doesn’t have a whole lot to pick through right now.

She hadn’t anticipated this need and as much forethought as she put into staying the night was assuming Hotch would have clothes she could steal. She hadn’t really thought she’d be here tonight but she doesn’t think she can leave him alone. Doesn’t think it would be kind of her as his friend to see him like this and still choose to leave him for the night.

She decides on a thin grey shirt that she finds, turning her nose up to his university t-shirts (as if she’d wear those) and a pair of sweat pants on his floor that she thinks are clean or at least don’t smell bad. It’s not the best but she came unprepared and she’s not going to complain, both are comfortable even if the pants are giant on her.

To her surprise, he’s still fighting off his meds. Hazy brown eyes blink open when she steps back out into the living room, following her as she comes to the couch. She’s careful, even if she does it nonchalantly, as she moves his legs a little so that she can sit down beside him. He’s stretched across the couch, too big so he’s pinched up in places, but he doesn’t want to sleep in his room. Stubborn like a child being asked to take a nap -- “but I’m not tired”.

“T’as not my shirt,” he mumbles into his blanket. He’s got the heating blanket pulled up his nose, wrapped tightly around his shoulders and hands.

Emily looks down at it and frowns. “Well, then who the hell else’s is it?” She reaches for the TV remote on the coffee table, turning it on without waiting for his answer. Clearly, she doesn’t care who’s it is, she’s not taking it off now. His grunt, muffled by the blanket, means he doesn’t know and he doesn’t really care enough either to figure out who it is.

He doesn’t last much longer, falls asleep with her squishing him on the couch (though, arguably, he’s squishing her). She’ll brush off his timid embarrassment at having to need her around the next morning, for waking up in the middle of the night having to be held down. Sobbing incoherently about something, neither of them really sure what. Only calming down when she put his head in her lap, stroking his hair back until he fell back asleep. Which is how he wakes up, his head in her lap and his hand holding her’s hostage.

But she shrugs it off and says she only did it for the free shirt, “don’t worry about it.”

She keeps the shirt, uses it several more nights as they graduate from sleeping on the couch to him finally going back to his bed. To being mentally present enough again to fight her about taking meds, to walking her to the front door every night, and watching her leave.

She buries the shirt too. It feels too tight on her skin, wrong. She touches the material and remembers seeing him hysterical, writhing in pain, and unable to be comforted. Can smell the antiseptic from his skin. Can hear the doctor warning her about his heart. That shirt feels like losing her best friend but she can’t bring herself to get rid of it.

JJ uncovers it a year later (before Emily has done the unspeakable, the unimaginable, and died and come back to life). It’s a girls night gone wrong but not impossibly so.

“Just grab one of my shirts,” Emily says, still laughing.

JJ glares back at her. She’s covered in water from the sink -- Emily sprayed her with the faucet. It’s revenge, payback for the pasta sauce JJ swiped down her cheek.

“You two are devious,” Penelope insists, waving her fingers at them. She’s still chopping up mushrooms, trying to size them as best as she can so that they are spread evenly throughout the alfredo sauce. “Behave before you ruin the sauce and I have to tell Dave that I not only shared his recipe but that you two ruined it.”

JJ has to search for a shirt from Emily’s pajama drawer. She doesn’t want any of the old college shirts and certainly doesn’t want any of the dopey graphic t-shirts Emily is so partial to. She ends up on a grey shirt, worn and old and soft.

Emily knows the shirt the second the JJ comes out and it takes her a moment to hide and stifle the anxiety that its presence gives her. Hotch’s health is better, he’s got a routine down with the medication he’ll be taking for the rest of his life because of that attack, but he’s smiling again. It’s harder than it was before to win one out of him but he can do it, they happen.

“Which one-night stand is this?” JJ asks, plucking the shirt with her fingers and raising an eyebrow.

Emily shakes her head, clears her throat of the residual guilt, and smirks, “trust me, you don’t want to know.” Hotch would be mortified at the insinuation but it’s funny and what he doesn’t know (and what they don’t know) can’t hurt him. She’s sad to see the shirt go, it’s a door closed, but relieved of its burden she can breathe again. Feels Foyet leave her completely.

JJ goes unburdened.

That old shirt is a comfort. She nurses Henry through fevers in it. Uses its edge to wipe his tears from his face. It’s always at the top of her laundry basket, the first thing she puts on when she gets home from a rough case. Will isn’t sure where she got it from because he knows it’s not his. It’s not the first time JJ’s stolen someone else’s clothes (he’s picked up enough of them to know that Reid wears a size small, that dark shirts sized medium are Morgan, and that white t-shirts in a medium are Hotch’s). He thinks it’s cute, she’s been stealing his shirts for as long as he’s known her.

In October, the fall of the same year that Emily leaves for Interpol, JJ gets held up in a meeting with Hotch. Something to do the with Department of Justice and all she manages to get out over the phone is that she’s absolutely pissed and Reid can just faintly hear Hotch offering her a coffee before she thanks him and the line goes dead. Will is on night shift and he can’t come home. So Reid fills in, their impromptu babysitter for the night.

It’s fine, calm… for the most part.

Reid lasts about an hour and a half before he finds himself in need of a change of clothes. He’s got pumpkin all over him and his fun little idea to let Henry carve a baby pumpkin was obviously a bad idea. He just didn’t know that in advance. He’s watched Jack enough times to feel fully confident in his skills but the age gap between Henry and Jack is severe. There are a lot of developmental differences in children only two years apart in age, Reid was not prepared for that.

He feels weird about stealing a shirt but his own is soaked in pumpkin guts and Henry’s bathwater.

JJ doesn’t notice the shirt exchange. She just grins at the sight of Spencer and Henry curled up on the couch, Will sitting beside them eating popcorn while “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” plays softly.

Three days later Morgan sees his shirt on the back of the couch. It’s been washed and is waiting to be returned to JJ but he knows damn well that it’s his. “How the hell did you find this?” Morgan asks, lifting it up. Reid had called him over to fix a leaking pipe (Reid is supposed to call his Super who has a mechanic who can do it but he’s too anxious for that) and Morgan was less than prepared to find his missing shirt.

Reid frowns, confused, “that’s JJ’s. I borrowed it Thursday night when I babysat.”

Morgan shakes his head, no this is his shirt. He’s sure of it. It’s been gone for years. He thought the washing machine ate it. He couldn't remember where else it would have gone off to. That or he left it in some hotel but here it is. Grey and worn and soft, it’s his.

He takes it to work in his go-bag and all but rolls his eyes into the back of his head when he watches Garcia stumble and drench herself in cold, left-over tea. He stands from his desk, sighing hard, “it’s alright, baby girl. I’ve got a shirt you can borrow.”

He’s never getting this shirt back.

[lokifantasies]

Prelude

Series Summary: Loki finds an abandoned newborn baby in an alleyway on a cold, New York night. Without question, he takes her in and raises her as his own.

Warnings: child abandonment

Chapter Summary: Loki finds an abandoned baby next to his apartment.

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It was a late night in Manhattan. Last time Loki had checked the clock, it read 1:48 AM, but the God of Mischief was too engrossed by his book to keep and eye on it. Soon though, a sorrowful and heartbreaking sound echoed through the dark night. Loki’s eyes looked up from his book, unsure of what he had heard. Then, he heard it again. It was coming from the alleyway next to his apartment, the sound travelling through the window he was sitting in front of. Immediately, Loki closed his book and rushed out of his apartment, quickly making his way down to the street and to the alleyway. It was freezing outside, the New York air being at least 20 degrees Fahrenheit. He desperately hoped he had heard the sound wrong, but as soon as he approached his own window, he saw the source of the sound.

It was a newborn baby girl.

“What the…,” Loki whispered to himself, crouching down to collect the baby out of the dirty, old car seat she had been left in. A folded note was on her thin onesie, and when Loki opened it, the word inside brought tears to the god’s eyes.

FREE

The little girl wailed, her skin was freezing, and Loki knew there was no time to stand around. He bolted back inside the building and into his apartment, grabbing the warmest blanket he could find.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he tried to comfort the distraught baby girl. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.”

Pacing around the living room of his small apartment, holding the newborn close to him, and doing whatever he could to try to soothe her, Loki couldn’t help but wonder who would’ve abandoned such an innocent being.

“You’re probably hungry, aren’t you?” Loki asked the baby.

He bundled her up in another blanket to make sure she would stay warm during the walk down the street. At the end of the street that he was living on, there was a 24-hour Walgreens. Loki knew he didn’t know much about babies, but he knew the basic supplies he would need, at least for the night. The god quickly made his way to the store, the baby girl having fallen asleep in his arms, and he hurriedly shopped for some necessities. On his mental list, he included: formula, baby bottles, pacifiers, diapers, wipes, and some cheap onesies. Tomorrow, he would worry about more supplies, but for tonight, he was confident that this should be enough.

“Let’s go home, hm?” Loki asked the sleeping girl in his arms as he concealed the bags of items. “I’m sure you’re starving.”

The quick walk back to Loki’s apartment was cold. The wind caused the air to sting, but he made sure to shield the baby from it, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. Finally, he arrived back home with the little girl, and he quickly got them both inside. Knowing that he didn’t have a crib, and the baby needed somewhere to sleep, Loki emptied a laundry basket and filled it with soft pillows and blankets, placing the sleeping newborn in the makeshift crib before going over to make her a bottle. It was easier than he had thought, two scoops was all he needed to make her four ounces of her meal. He walked back over to the sofa and noticed that the baby was starting to wake up from her short nap, her cries about to begin.

“Come here, sweet girl,” Loki said softly, picking her up and holding her in his left arm. Her lips began to move rapidly when she saw the bottle coming towards her, causing Loki to smile. When she wrapped her lips around the nipple and started to chug her meal, Loki’s heart nearly broke. “You’re hungry, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he talked softly. “Who in their right mind would abandon such a precious baby?”

Loki immediately thought back to how his own birth parents had abandoned and left him to die on a frozen rock. There was no denying that he felt an immediate connection with the baby girl, and he knew instantly that there was no way he would be able to leave her.

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Oh Baby!

(baby!Tommy x motherly!Reader)

(lets see if this gets any attention. if it does i’ll see about doing other characters as babies! maybe wilbur or techno lol.)

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You were minding your own business, just relaxing at home in L’Manburg with a good book and some of your favorite drink. But the peace and quiet was all at once interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the front entrance, wondering as you got up who in the world could be knocking so hard on the door.

You cautiously went over and raised an eyebrow when you heard… crying and then the sound of someone running away? Now more confused than ever you tentatively cracked the door open and looked around but didn’t see anyone. Though the crying was still close and when you looked down your eyes widened at the sight of a covered basket sitting innocently on your front porch. 

The crying slowed to only whimpers but it was definitely coming from the basket and you hurried to pull the door open all the way and lean down to check the abandoned basket. But you hesitated when you saw a slip of paper stuffed in the side of it. You pulled it out and quickly read it, and felt your stomach drop when you read out loud,

“Reader. IDK what happened. Tommy and I were dungeon hunting and there were skeletons shooting at us and he didn’t have a shield and got hit with a tipped arrow of some kind and then he turned into a baby. I can’t handle kids but you seem like you could. Don’t worry, it should wear off eventually. But don’t tell Philza, he’ll probably kill me. -Quackity.”

You let out a confounded ‘what the fuck?!’ then finally pulled the blanket off the basket and froze when you looked into a VERY familiar pair of bright blue eyes. Only instead of being on a teen boy’s face they were on a little baby’s face. A baby face that was streaked with tears. Your shocked face softened when you saw how distressed the little guy was. Without thinking about it too hard you reached down and scooped the little bundle up into your arms.

Tommy stared up at you with his wide watery blue eyes and sniffled before whimpering again. You cooed at him and began to rock him in your arms, trying to soothe his distress as best you could. 

“Oh no baby, shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. C’mon, let’s get you inside,” you said as you brought him and the basket in. 

You noticed he wasn’t actually wearing anything and the only thing keeping him covered was the blanket he’d arrived in. So first things first you crafted him some cloth diapers and got him cleaned up and changed. Then you held him up in front of you and smiled while you baby talked to him.

“Oh there we go! All dressed huh? Not nakey no more!”

Tommy giggled and kicked his chubby little legs and reached for your face. You pulled him close so he was snuggled to your chest and he instantly used one hand to grab some of your hair, but thankfully he didn’t yank on it and just held it. While his other hand patted your face while he babbled.

You wondered if Tommy could understand you, or if he had any memories of before he was turned into a baby. Then you wondered how long he’d be like this, or… if he’d go back to normal at all. But when Tommy started fussing you let those thoughts drift to the back of your mind so you could take care of him, for as long as he needed you.

-0-

Turns out he’d been hungry so you’d warmed him up some milk, which he’d more than eagerly drank til there was nothing left. Then you’d had to burp him, which was cute and thankfully he’d not thrown up on you at any point. He was a cute little baby but nobody wants baby barf on them.

But now you were playing with him on the carpet, doing the ‘this little piggy’ game on his toes (which he apparently loved more than anything) and each time you’d recite a line about a ‘piggy’ you’d wiggle one of his toes. He was giggling and watching you with bright eyes, knowing when you got to the last piggy you’d tickle his feet. 

You played with him well into mid day, but then you noticed him getting fussy again. And he’d eaten not too long ago so you doubted he was hungry again. You also checked his diaper but he was clean, which meant he was sleepy. So you scooped him up and started walking to your bedroom, rubbing his back and telling him it was nap time. He continued to fuss as you closed the curtains and shut off the lamp. There was still enough light to where you could see but it was dim enough to make sleeping easier.

You got into bed and laid on your side and nestled him so he was on his back with his head laying in the crook of your arm, making sure he was between you and the wall for safety. He didn’t want to sleep it seemed because he started whining and kicking his feet, clearly upset. But you shushed him and hummed to try and get him to settle down. It didn’t work though and he continued to fuss. You sighed and thought back to how your mom said she got you to go to sleep. 

So you turn him on his side so he was facing you and then start to gently run your nails up and down his back in a soft scratch. Your mom swore by this, it could put any baby to sleep. And true to her word the moment you started scratching Tommy’s back his eyelids drooped and he yawned. Soon his eyes closed all the way but you kept scratching until you could tell his breathing had evened out. 

You stopped scratching and waited a minute to see if he’d wake up or stir at all, but luckily he stayed sleeping. You brushed his honey colored hair from his face and kissed his forehead then slowly inched out of the bed. You’d have napped too but you had chores that needed to be done that you were supposed to do earlier but couldn’t because of Tommy’s surprise visit. 

After successfully getting out of bed you surrounded Tommy with pillows to keep him from rolling off the bed and hurting himself. Then you silently crept from the room and cracked the door behind you so you could keep an ear out while he slept in case he woke up.

-0-

You managed to tend to your garden and harvest the carrots and potatoes without trouble, then handle your laundry, but it was when you were washing dishes that you heard it. Tommy wailing. You dropped the dish you’d been washing into the sink of soapy water then practically sprinted upstairs to your bedroom. You were cursing yourself for not putting more pillows around him, fearing he’d fallen and banged his head or something.

But when you burst into your bedroom you let out an audible breath of relief when you saw he was still safely on the bed and not the floor. You hurried over, cooing at him as he saw you and raised his arms up towards you, making grabby hands to show he definitely wanted to be picked up. You happily obliged him and lifted him into your hold and kissed his wet cheeks and lovingly rubbed his back while he calmed down from his crying.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, did you wake up all alone? I’m sorry, I’m here, don’t worry~” you murmured sweetly against his crown.

He clutched onto your neck and refused to let go, but you didn’t try to pull him away, instead you just rocked him and took him downstairs to be with you so he wouldn’t cry anymore. You were starting to get hungry and you knew seeing you eat would make Tommy hungry so you decided to warm him up some milk while you prepped some carrot sticks for yourself. You figure if he wanted some of your food a carrot would be the safest option for him to gnaw on.

But while you were standing at the kitchen sink filling a glass with water for yourself you glanced over when Tommy hiccupped and saw him blink as potion swirls hovered around him. Before you could see what was wrong he hiccupped again and suddenly the weight sitting on your hip was MUCH heavier and you stumbled a bit before realizing the blue eyes you were looking at were sitting on a teen boy’s face and not a baby’s…

All at once it hit you both that Tommy was naked save for the underwear he was in (how’d his diaper turn into tighty whities?) and you were holding him up on your hip. Once it hit him he screamed and flailed until you let go of him and he fell to the floor. You wanted to laugh but asked him if he was okay instead. Or you tried to but he screeched,

“DON’T FUCKIN’ LOOK!! I’M NAKED!!”

You turned your head away from him but you could see him scrambling to his feet and trying in vain to cover himself with just his hands. You helpfully directed him to the bathroom and said you’d bring him some clothes to change into. A second later you heard your bathroom door slam closed and you finally broke out into snickers. Once you composed yourself you went to grab some spare clothes of yours from your bedroom. 

You knocked on the bathroom door and passed the clothes through, not taking offense when Tommy quickly slammed the door closed after getting the shirt and pants. But once he was dressed he came out with a red face and looking huffy. You asked him if he remembered anything and he grumbled before swearing.

“Well fuckin’ Quackity and I were exploring this weird dungeon and there was a hidden spawner or somethin’ because suddenly we were trapped with like 7 skeletons and they were shooting these weird glowing arrows at us. An my shield broke and I got hit by one. Then… I don’t know, it’s blurry after that..”

He would never admit that he remembered everything from when he was a baby. He remembered how you looked after him, soothed his cries, and just loved him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever caring for him so nicely before. Ever. Not even Philza was that loving and he was his dad pretty much. But saying anything like that out loud would be humiliating! So he faked remembering nothing. 

You shrugged and filled him in briefly, saying he’d been a baby for the day and you’d made sure he didn’t die. He gave an embarrassed ‘thanks i guess’ but you just grinned and said you’d never let anything bad happen to your “widdle baby~!”. Tommy’s face flushed red and he sputtered angrily and started shouting that he wasn’t no BABY! He was a MAN! You just laughed and agreed, yes yes, very macho.

Things returned mostly to normal, though if your relationship shifted ever so closer in a familial way after that then neither of you mentioned it. But truthfully Tommy grew quite attached to you and you to him. Like the family you both weren’t aware you’d needed.

[buckys-black-dress]

teddy bear - dad!bucky barnes x fem!reader

a/n: uhhh hey guys! here’s a little bit dad!bucky since im in a soft mood today, and ive been toying with this idea in my head for a little while. i typically am not one for super fluffy stuff but here’s something with tooth-rotting fluff. LOL. -ali 

wc: 1.2k

Ever since you and Bucky welcomed your darling daughter into this world, your lives have been anything but normal.

At just six months old, Rebecca Stephanie Barnes was a force to be reckoned with.

You were incredibly grateful for the fact that any one of your friends would drop anything to come help with Becca, but more importantly, Bucky was always around. There was never a moment where you had felt insecure or unprepared with your daughter, because Bucky was at your beck and call.

He offered to make meals, he did the dishes and laundry, and cleaned the house diligently, and you didn’t even have to ask. He was perfect. 

But you felt like he was holding back.

At night, he would avoid touching your stomach when you slept, which was odd because when you were pregnant, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. 

During the day, if you needed to grab something from the grocery store, he would run out and get it without question. When you were home alone, you had time to think.

Today, Becca had just been put down for a nap when you had mentioned to Bucky that you needed some pasta from the store for dinner tonight, but you stopped him before he could grab his keys and head out.

“Buck?” You inquired, freezing him in place.

“Yeah, honey? Need somethin’ else from the store?” He asked, puzzled while pulling on his shoe.

“Come sit with me before you leave real quick.” You said, patting the couch cushion next to you.

Bucky’s movements were slow and cautious, like he was waiting for a bomb to explode.

“You okay, doll? Somethin’ wrong?” His eyebrows were furrowed.

“I’m okay, babe. I just wanted to ask you something.” Your words were slow and calculated.

“O-okay. What’s up?” Bucky was clearly scared.

“Why don’t you let me go to the store? Or make dinner? Or clean up anything anymore?” You were genuinely puzzled at this point. “Or cuddle with me at night anymore?” The last question was the one that came out the quietest, meek like a mouse.

A pregnant pause overtook the room, blanketing it in an uncomfortable silence. 

Bucky was truly speechless. 

“I-- Doll, I never meant to make you feel like I love you less after Becca or anything like that. I just wanted to make things easier for you, and I didn’t want to touch your stomach because I didn’t know if it hurt or-” he cut himself off, his rambling coming to a pause. 

“Oh, Bucky. If you wanted to know how I felt, you could’ve just asked! This is all about us working together. I know things are different with Becca now but you don’t have to feel like you have to do everything for me. I can still make dinner and do the laundry, Buck.” You explained, holding his cheeks in between the palms of your hands.

Bucky stared at you like you had three eyes.

“Angel, you pushed out a freakin’ super baby out of you. The least I can do is run to the store or do the dishes when you need me to. I want you to be comfortable at all times, I never want you to feel like you need anything.” Bucky’s hands flailed around, your hands still on his face, but your face was stretched with a wide grin. 

And all you could do was laugh.

Bucky was really confused now. 

“Bucky, baby, my love, my sunshine, my sweetest boy. Just because I had a baby doesn’t mean I’m helpless! And we had a baby, Bucky. I couldn’t have done any of it without you, and I’m forever grateful for you. I wouldn’t be able to do anything around here with Becca if it wasn’t for you helping me. We’re a team, babe.”

“I- I know, doll, I just... I’ve never done this before, and I’m so scared. I’m afraid I’m not gonna be a good enough father, I’m scared you’re gonna feel like I don’t love you anymore, if anything I love you more now. I just don’t wanna mess this up.” Bucky explained, trying to help you understand.

“Bucky, you’re already an amazing dad. Becca is like a mini you! She perks up at your voice, she always looks for you when you’re not in the same room, she can’t even sleep if you’re not there. You soothe her, she knows you. You’re her dad.” You tell him all these things you’ve noticed over the past months. 

Bucky’s eyes were glossed over with unshed tears, trying to hold them in as he took in your words.

“Really?” Was all he could muster. 

“Yeah, Bucky. She loves you so much, when you had your first mission after she was born she wouldn’t stop crying because she knew you weren’t there, and she wouldn’t stop crying. She’d only stop when I played that recording...” You tell him. “The one of you singing to her while she’s asleep on your chest, you know the one?” You ask, carding your fingers through his locks.

“I- yeah. I know the one. I was only gone for two days, are you serious?”

“Dead serious, you gave her some powerful lungs, babe.” You chuckled.

“Is it too soon to wake her up from her nap?” He asked, looking up at you from his spot in the crook of your neck.

“Yes,” you laughed, “speaking of, I’m going to the grocery store. You’re sitting here with the monitor, mister.” You said, pointing out the device on the kitchen counter with a smile.

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As you keyed the door to your house back open with your bags from the grocery store, you see that Bucky was nowhere to be found in the living room where you left him. 

You assumed that he would be in your room, maybe taking a quick shower, but what you found was all the more precious.

Bucky was laying with Becca on the floor, who was laying on her playing mat, staring up at her father.

“Y’know, Becs, I think you have the best momma, don’t you? Good thing you look just like her, wouldn’t want to look like a giant big man like me, huh?”

“Just saying, you might be giant, but you’re just a giant teddy bear,” you spoke up, startling your husband and causing your daughter to smile at you, “that’s why we both love to cuddle with you so much.” You say, coming to lay down next to Bucky where your daughter was squirming, looking for attention from you. 

You tickled her stomach, making her giggle and look over to you with her big, blue shiny eyes.

"I mean, hey, I’ve never been opposed to a good cuddle with my girls.” Bucky answers with a wide grin. “C’mon, we have a huge bed and more than enough space for this little one.” Bucky says, getting up and taking your little girl with you, leading you to the only place you ever want to be, surrounded by your perfect little family.

And that night, Bucky held you tighter than ever as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.