#I need to sleep and cuddle with my cat its late

[sweepy-stringbean]

oh shit i’m so sorry i did not mean for it to sound like i was rushing/forcing you to finish, i was just genuinely curious since i haven’t heard much about it recently

ofc your personal feelings matter more than anything and i hope you’re able to finish your art in your own time (besides i’ve been going feral over your recent artworks and i love it)

honestly just post whenever you feel is right, i really didn’t mean overstep or anything

just focus on yourself 🤍

No worries seriously. I am an overthinker so in general, I like emojis so I don't misread the vibes. Menace is doing a lot of writing, and me being an absolute slow poke gives her more time to write fictional horrors and atrocities (which we all love). I am just being ambitious and making sure the anatomy makes sense as best as I can.

I appreciate the interest, and if you have questions or want crumbs for the fic, go send some asks to @smileweakandwrong heheeh

[l0serloki]

omg i just got to know u write for jjk too!! I originaly was following you because of your valorant stuff and i love your writing style and those cute gifs you add at the start of every post <3

If its not alot can you please make some short drabbles/headcannons for the jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, megumi) where its late at night you are all cuddled up and you hear something from downstairs, the man get all protective thinking its an intruder and go check it out. ( you can make it an actual intruder and add a lil fight scene or make it a racoon or a stray cat and make it cute its upto u)

Im sorry if i sound wierd english is not my first language 😅

Intruder Alert

(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Todo, Sukuna, Choso, Megumi)

A/N : UMMM first off I read Toji as Todo soo.. sorry about that one. Second off thank you so much for the request!! I kinda made these more cracked out than I expected them to be.. I hope you still enjoy and I can always do more if you want.

CW : intruders (duh), casual murder (geto), gojo being an ominous being, Sukuna being on top of you as you wake up

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Gojo : 

    Your body was cuddled against your boyfriend as you tried to sleep. As quickly as sleep came, it left. There was a sudden noise downstairs that made you jump.

“What was that?!” Gojo turned to you, scratching at his face. 

“I don’t know. It sounded like something downstairs.” You whisper out and the blue eyed freak groaned.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll go check it out. There’s no need to be scared.” Gojo grabbed at your hand pulling you out of the warm sheets.

“If you’re going to check it out, why are you taking me along with you?” You deadpanned as he corralled you down the stairs. 

“Because babe if I die then you need to avenge me.” Gojo whispered out as he peeked around the corner. His eyes surveyed the kitchen as he crept in.

“Coast is clear- HOLY SHIT!” Gojo fell back, crawling to your feet. You watched as a raccoon jumped down from the counter, scurrying back outside from the open porch door. 

“Satoru, why did you leave the backdoor open..?” You rolled your eyes as you helped the ‘strongest’ man to his feet.

“I thought you did.” He grinned as he got up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“Why am I with you?” You chided and he just pouted.

“So mean..”

Geto : 

   “There’s a noise Sugu..” You whisper out as you adjust in his arms. Your eyes stare up at him as he scrolls through the TV.

“It’s probably nothing Y/N. Don’t worry.” He rubbed at your head as he continued to mindlessly stare. You heard steps creeping as you continued to lay there. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and definitely with the warrant out for your boyfriends head.

“Suguru, someone is in the house.” You plead. He only rolls his eyes as he shuffles around in bed. 

“You’re fine-” His eyes widen as the door slams open, a tall man standing in the wake.

“Geto Suguru, it’s nice to finally meet you.” His grin is wicked and you crawl closer to Suguru out of fear.

“It’s not smart breaking into my house, you know.” He grabs at your form and pulls you up. Curses forming behind the estranged man as Geto frowns. 

“Personal preference really. I don’t get why people consider you that strong.” The man shrugs as he gets closer and you flinch as a punch flies past your face. One of his many curses attach to the mans fist. 

“Pathetic. At least I know I need to replace the lock.” Geto rolls his eyes as the man screams in agony, his head exploding from the pressure of the curse.

“Are you okay darling?” Geto bends down to run his hand across your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your warnings before. I’ll be more observant for you.” He leaves another peck as he sets you down against the plush pillows of the bed. 

“Give me a moment to clean up and we can cuddle, okay?” 

You only nod as you shake from the violent attack. You knew you were always safe with him but that didn’t make you worry any less. But at the end of the day, you still had him.

“Okay.” You lean in to give him one more kiss as he goes to clean up the ‘leftovers’.

Nanami : 

  You were cradled in Nanami’s arms as you heard rustling around. Nanami gripped tighter at you as the noises became louder. 

“Kento..” You mumbled out. His soft snores filled the room as you tried to wake him up. You squirmed around in his arms trying to get his attention. A scream left your lips as a harsh knock on the bedroom door filled the silence.

Nanami whipped straight up, gripping at his cleaver that sat on the bedside table. 

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He placed a quick kiss against your forehead as another knock sounded at the door. You gave him a scared look and he squeezed your hand.

“Nanami, are you there? I just got done giving Megumi his gift so if you could open up..!” Gojo’s voice filled the silence and you let out a giant sigh. Of course it was Gojo.

“Gojo, what are you thinking sneaking into peoples houses at 3 am. Regardless of time there is a thing called privacy.” Nanami swung the door open, berating the special grade as he started to push him out. Gojo gave you a thumbs up as he sat the gift bag on the chair and continued to struggle against the blondes hold.

“Try the lemon flavor Y/N! I think you will like it!” Gojo calls out as Nanami shuts the door on his face and sighs. He comes back over to the bed, his face worn down as he falls into his pillow. You couldn’t help but laugh at the buffoonery that unfolded.

“Ken are you okay?” You rubbed at his back. He only groaned as he peeked up from the comfort of the bed.

“Can we pretend that never happened?” 

Todo : 

Todo’s face was buried against your chest as he snored. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to mindlessly scroll through your phone. You heard noises creaking against the floorboards which attracted your attention.

“What the hell?” You pushed the large man off your chest and stood up to go check out the noise. 

“Huh..? Y/N..” Todo’s hand yanked you back towards the bed, his eyes pleading for you to continue cradling him. 

“There’s someone there Aoi. You have to let me check.” You push his hands away much to his dismay and move to leave the bedroom. His body moves quicker than yours, ripping away at the door.

“Is someone there!?” 

There was a scuttle from a thief grabbing at some of your belongings, his hands flying up as Todo stomped through the hall.

“How dare you ruin my time with Y/N?! I am disgusted!” Todo grabs the thief by his shirt and tears open the window. 

“Todo, the vase!” You screech as your vase teeters and he throws the man out the window, grabbing the nice china in time.

“Stupid. Now let’s go back to the bedroom.” He dusts himself off as he grabs you with one arm and makes his way back into the room.

“Maybe we should check the door..” You gasp against his tight hold as you try to process what just happened.

“The door should try and check me!” He gloats as he places you gently on the bed, still worked up from having his precious time taken from him.

Sukuna : 

    Your body slid in the sheets as you felt hands gripping at your face. Your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to see the beast on top of you. 

“What-” You struggled to speak as his hand pushed your cheeks together.

“Such pretty lips. All for me?” He grinned as you smacked his chest. Sadly this was a recurring theme with the two of you. Whenever Yuji lost control you always somehow had Sukuna trailing close behind you. And although you weren’t particularly happy waking up to such intrusions, you didn’t mind it either.

“Cmon.” Your voice is garbled as he pets your skin and grins.

“No scream for the intruder? I’m disappointed.” He slaps your cheek lightly, not enough to harm you but just enough to wake you up.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You roll your eyes as he chuckles and pulls you flush against him.

“You like it.”

Choso : 

“Baby.. there’s something outside.” Your eyes barely peek above his arm as you hear the scratching at the window. Choso just groaned and pulled you tighter into his embrace.

“It’s okay. Just sleep..” His voice was hoarse as he patted your head. You couldn’t help but still feel anxious, tugging at him to wake up.

“Please..” You jolted as another harsh slap hit the window. Choso sat up and made an annoyed face.

“Who would be stupid enough to come here?” He stomped out of the bed and over to the window. He ripped at the curtains and opened the window. 

“You think it’s funny-” Choso starts only to get backhanded by the tree arm that had apparently been smacking the window. Your eyes widened as he wiped at his face, turning to see you laughing hysterically. He let out a small laugh as he rolled his eyes.

“Glad to see you’re not worried anymore.” He slides back into bed, pulling you flush against him. 

“Baby you didn’t close the window.”

“Really..”

Megumi : 

  Your body rested against Megumi’s as you both cuddled against the sheets. It was a cold night and the heater was all but broken. One of your hands rubbed at the fur of the black dog coating you like a blanket while the other rubbed through your boyfriend's hair.

There was a ruckus from downstairs, your body jolting at the sudden noise. The dog seemed to notice as well, sitting up and growling, ready to protect you and Megumi.

“There’s something..” You pushed against your boyfriend and he slowly wiped the sleep out of his eyes. You arms circled around him as his shinigami jumped down from the floor and went to go sniff out said intruder.

“If someones there we will know. Don’t worry.” Megumi stretched as he tried to get into action. He jostled himself out of the comfy position and opened the door. 

“Really.” His voice was deadpan as the dog came back into the room and jumped on you, unfazed. You were confused - there had to be someone if Megumi was talking.

“Hello dearest son! I brought sweets! Oh and hello Y/N!” Gojo gives a wave as he holds a giant bag out.

“Get out.” Megumi rolls his eyes as he pushes the bag away and shuffles the sorcerer back through the house. You could only chuckle at the interaction and hope that Megumi would tell him to knock next time.

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Cold hands and warm love

[Date with Death : Casper x Reader] [i am positively obsessed with this man that he's making write again| spoilers for endings#3 btw and the story.]

There's something so oddly soothing watching Casper sleep with Azrael in his arms, all snuggled up without a care in the world. His ghostly white locks sprawled against your shared bed sheets. His eyes ever so softly flutteribg against his pale cheeks, the rays of sunlight dance across his face, almost creating his own personal golden hour.

You chuckled at the idea. Casper wasn't a huge fan of super bright things. Even when you managed to convince him to walk outside your apartment with you, he dons a pair of black shades and scowls at everything. Now that you think about it, he's even more like a black cat than anything, rather than a sign of bad luck but rather for his sassy attitude and his dislike for certain things.

As you quietly watch from your desk, with your pet sitting in the empty sunny spot of the bed, you think back to how long its been since tou winning the bet and being a somewhat embodiment of life while your sweet little now former Grim Reaper is the opposite.

Goodness, one small picture shouldn't hurt? Besides, Casper can't argue with how many not-so-sly pictures he has taken of you randomly as of late. Even changing his profile pick of you sleeping with Azrael while you napped on your bed after work. He tried fighting it off, saying he mainly picked the picture because Azrael looked so good in it while you just happened to be there....no other reason...(he said this while fighting off a flustered face while gazing back at the picture. He then denied making it his lockscreen too.)

You picked up your phone and began to open the camera feature and angle the camera to get the best picture possible. Hell you even move from the desk to hover slightly over Casper and your pet to get the best angle. "Stay right there pretty boy....just perfect..." you mumbled while snapping a few silent pictures. You went to adjust his snowy hair to move from his beautiful face. Just as you touch his cool face, sleepy red eyes flutter open and the iconic pout appears on the reapers face.

"Sunshine....what are you doing? Why do you have your phone like that..." Casper's eyes flutter as he fights off the sunlight beaming through the blinds, all while his sour pout turns into a playful one. Your pet scatters away while Casper tries to snatch your phone away to see the sneaky pictures you've taken of his sleeping figure.

"Ah ah ah! Nope, absolutely not pretty boy, if you can take pictures then so can I!" You shuffle off the side of the bed while Casper jumps up to grasp your hand and to get those pictures. You tease and weave yourself away from him and the bed, sitting on the edge you laugh at how pouty and upset Casper is.

His frustration only exceeded when you decided to flash him the adorable and beautiful picture of him in his sleeping form. As casper has told you before, reapers do not need to sleep or eat. But the idea that he was so comfy in your blanket and bed, cuddling Azrael closely. It just made you want to tease your little reaper to bits. Though sadly your teasing and fun was put to an end.

Suddenly, you felt two strong cold hands wrap around your torso and squeeze you gently. You could feel Caspers lips against your neck as he mumbked for you to please delete the picture. As adorable and pretty as he could be in those moments...the little rat decided to try and tickle you to get you to give uo your phone.

Luckily you were quick enough to slip from his grasp again(heh get it) and make your way back to your bed while cherishing your sweet victory. "Sorry casp, but you look too good! I might make this my profile picture on the chat room too!" His frustrated groans on embarrassment only fueled your decision.

"Sunshin pleeasseee....just....atleast make it your lockscreeb to while your at it...since you can't stop looking and staring at me. Just can't get enough, silly mortal.." ah his ability to bounce back is incredible as ever. But still it was fun while it lasted. Casper came to join you on the bed while bringing you back close to him...somethibg about "being warm." But you did not mind.

You'll never mind, your soul brings him warmth, his perfect heater if youll say. You chuckle as he scrolls through his camera roll whie trying to find a picture of you(an god awful one) to place as his profile picture on the chatroom. Yeah its going to be a long day. But you never minded.

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just a tickle

summary: while bucky is away with sam, you come down with a nasty cold, worrying him to no end

a/n: old fic rewritten for bucky :)

warnings: reader is sick with a cold, other than that this is all just comfort/fluff 🤍

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“Miss you more,” Bucky’s voice crackles through the speaker of your phone.

“And Alpine misses you, too, of course,” you giggle, reaching over to scratch the white cat snuggled up on the bed beside you, taking up the space where Bucky normally would be. For being just a little thing, Alpine sure knows how to sprawl out and take up space.

“She’s taking up the bed, isn’t she?” Bucky knowingly chuckles, settling back into the bed of the motel he’s staying in with Sam.

“Not anymore than you do,” you tease, making Bucky roll his eyes and laugh. You join him, but your laughter soon turns into a small fit of coughing.

“Y’okay, Sweetheart?” he asks, and once you catch your breath, your throat feels dry and scratchy.

“Yeah,” you breathe, clearing your throat one last time. “Just a tickle or something.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fine, Bucky, seriously,” you chuckle. “Just choked on my own air.”

“Alright. But you know I worry about you when I’m away,” he reasons.

“I do know that. But you don’t need to worry. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself,” you feign annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause last time I checked, you still need me to rub your back to fall asleep,” he taunts right back.

“Alright…” you give up your tough act and giggle like a little girl. “You do give the best back rubs.”

“Wish I could be there to give you one now,” he frowns.

“Only a few more days, Buck,” you remind him and yourself, trying not to get too sad before you have to fall asleep.

Bucky had told Sam a while ago that he wanted to step away from missions for a least a little bit. But this one was urgent, so Bucky agreed to break out of his mini retirement and assist Sam and Torres. It was supposed to be a short mission; in the States, quick, in and out, no complications. But the issue was bigger than expected, pushing out Bucky’s arrival back home an additional second week instead of just one.

“Feels like forever, though,” he sighs. “Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself, Sweets. Stay hydrated, get enough to eat, make sure you get enough sleep, all that good stuff. And I know it's late there, so I’m gonna let you go so that you can rest up.”

“Okay” you nod, knowing that although he can be overprotective of you, he only has your health and wellbeing as his priority, making it hard for him to be away. “I love you,” you hum timidly, sinking down below the covers to hide your mouth as you clear your throat again: the scratch in your throat seeming to stick around a little bit.

“I love you, too. Get some rest. And let me know if that tickle turns into something more, alright? I can come home early if you need me to,” he tells you.

“James, I’m fine,” you remind him. “Please don’t lose sleep worrying about me. I promise I will be fine, and then you can baby me all you want when you get back,” you wink.

“I certainly will, Sweets,” he laughs. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you echo, then turn the screen so that he can see Alpine. “Say goodnight to Dad, Girly.”

Bucky coos his goodnight to the kitten before telling you he loves you once more, just for good measure, with his promise to call you in the morning. Then you end the call, connect your phone to its charger, and cuddle up to Alpine as you sink into a deep sleep.

~♡~

The next morning, your alarm for work blares, and you wake up feeling awful. Your nose is fully plugged, your ears are itchy, and it feels like there’s something stuck in your throat every time you swallow. You groan, weakly pushing Alpine off of you as you realize you’re drenched in your own sweat.

With an exasperated sigh, you kick the covers off of your burning body to let the ceiling fan cool you off. But almost instantly, goosebumps prickle over your skin, and you start to shiver, which seemingly triggers a nasty, sharp coughing fit.

What the hell? Did that simple tickle really turn into a full blown cold? And overnight?

And as if he’s subconsciously telling you “I told you so” your phone rings on the nightstand beside you, with none other than the caller ID of your wonderful boyfriend’s smiling face on your screen.

“Hi,” you answer, trying your best to hide the rasp in your voice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Bucky’s chipper voice greets, very much a contrast to yours. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” you lie, thankful that he decided not to FaceTime you today because you can only imagine how awful you look if this is how you're feeling.

“You don’t sound fine,” he says in an accusatory, yet worried tone. “Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, Bucky, I promise,” you lie again, yanking the blankets back over your shivering, sticky body. “Just… still waking up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he hums apologetically. He knows your schedule, so he knew you’d be awake by now. But now he hears the exhaustion in your voice and feels bad. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, no,” you assure him. “Woke up just a few minutes ago. Just a little foggy this morning.”

“You sure that’s all?” he pushes. He knows you like the back of his hand, so of course he suspects something is up. Even through the poor connection of the phone call, he can hear something off in your tone.

“I promise. Please don’t worry about me,” you coo to him, although you wish you could just have him here to make you feel better.

But you know you have to hold strong so that he doesn’t drop everything at work to come back home to you. You know how important these missions are to him, but even though he always says nothing is more important to him than you, you’d never forgive yourself if he cut things short just because you have a little cough.

“Always worryin’ about you, pretty girl,” he rasps. “Hey, I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree. “Have a good day, Buck.”

“You, too, Sweets. And please, do not hesitate to call me if you aren’t feeling good. I can come home to you, okay?” he reminds you.

You want to fight back. You want to insist you’re fine. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t even know if you’ll be able to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for work.

“Okay,” you simply say. “Call tonight. I love you.”

“Will do. I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

You hang up, then groan, then roll over to face the furry friend in bed beside you.

“Girly, I think we’re calling in sick today.”

~♡~

Two days pass, and although your fever breaks, your cough only seems to get worse, meaning it’s getting harder to hide your state from Bucky. Every night on FaceTime, he notices your tired eyes and how you sniffle your nose every few minutes, in addition to the way you put yourself on mute to (not so) subtly cough into your arm.

You’ve only taken one actual sick day and have been working from home since, though you haven't completed much work because of how awful you feel. The best you can do is Zoom call into your meetings, which isn’t terrible since you can do them in sweatpants.

But one afternoon while you’re lounging on the couch - when you should be at work - Bucky randomly calls you.

Your heartbeat increases as you watch your phone ring.

Shoot. He doesn’t know you took off work, but if he finds out, then he’ll know something is up.

You feel bad for not picking up, but in the end, it’s for his own good. You don’t want him to put this project on hold for you. You can take care of yourself.

A text comes through next.

Hey! Just checking in. Can you call?

Before you even get the chance to try to formulate a text back, he’s requesting to FaceTime you. Instinctually, you decline the call.

Sweets pick up :(

He calls again.

And you give in.

You answer, the call connects, and within just another second, his smiling face is filling your screen.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he grins, but his smile drops and confusion fills his face instead once he sees your background. "Why aren't you at work? Are you at home?"

You decide to give up your act, not having the energy to pretend any longer. You your head slowly and shamefully, then let out a nasty cough.

“(Y/n), you’re sick,” he croons.

“No I’m not. I’m fi–” you’re cut off by another shrill coughing fit.

“Bullshit. You’re sick and you’ve been lying to me,” he lovingly scolds you. “How long have you been out of work?”

“This is my third day,” you sigh. “Technically, I’m supposed to be working from home but the best I can do is Zoom meetings. My boss is chill about it, though.”

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you just tell me you’re sick? I can come home early,” he says like he has a hundred times before.

“Bucky, I didn’t want you to drop everything just for me.”

“You’re so much more important than any of this, (Y/n),” he shakes his head. “It’s why I asked to be taken off missions in the first place. You're worth more than any of this and you deserve my time and attention."

“But this is important to you, too. I know you always follow through with your commitments. You’re just so dedicated like that. I don’t want you to just up and leave. I didn’t want to be another worry for you.”

“Sweetheart, you know I’m going to worry about you no matter what. Especially when I’m gone like this. I wish you would have told me you’ve been sick.”

“I’m sorry,” you hang your head and sniffle. “I do miss you, but I don’t want to be an interruption.”

“Stop that,” he chastises you with a smile. “You. Are. More. Important."

“I know,” you sigh.

“I feel like you don’t, though,” his adorable smile turns into a slight frown. “(Y/n), you don’t have to do everything for yourself. I am always here for you… well, not physically right now. But I love you and I want to take care of you. If you’d just let me.”

“I love you, too,” you echo bashfully. “And I'll let you take care of me.”

“Good,” he smiles again, and proudly this time. "But you have to promise to text me honest updates about how you’re feeling. Do you have a fever?”

“I only had one for the first day. It’s really just a bad cough now. And the occasional body ache.”

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “How am I supposed to stay another week when I know you’re feelin’ sick?”

“Willpower?” you suggest feebly.

“I have no willpower when it comes to you, pretty girl. I’m absolutely weak for you. You know that,” he winks.

“We’ve been apart for longer, Bucky,” you giggle. “You’ll make it, I promise. And I will, too. Stay with Sam. Finish this mission. Then come straight home to me.”

"I will," he promises.

James Barnes is many things. He’s brave, he’s strong, and he’s confident. But he’s also compassionate, loving, and absolutely head over heels for you.

And to be honest, you’re not sure how you’ll make it another week without him, either.

~♡~

Four more days pass - meaning only two more until Bucky will be home - and your cold has completely left your body. After doubling up on vitamins, staying hydrated, and resting at home, you have made a full recovery. Maybe that cold was just your body’s way of forcing you to slow down and take a break.

Last night on the phone, Bucky had been more than relieved to hear you’ve been feeling much better. However, for some reason, he hasn’t called you this morning.

You brush it off, simply assuming he’s just busy. But what makes you worry is that he hasn’t even responded to your good morning text, either. In fact, your message isn’t even marked as ‘Delivered’.

You try to think reasonably. Maybe they’re somewhere there’s no service. Maybe he has his phone on the data-saving setting. It could be plenty of things, but your mind wanders to worrying about him. After all, you worry about him just as much as he worries about you.

To redirect your thoughts, you pull up the grocery app on your phone to order some essentials before Bucky gets back, since the fridge is getting a little bare. Then, you make yourself busy with tasks around the house such as laundry, dishes, and vacuuming up so much of Alpine’s white fur off the floors and couches that you’re shocked she still has an entire coat covering her body.

A few hours later, the doorbell rings, and you know it's probably the delivery person with your groceries. You glance at your phone to check the time (and your messages) and Bucky still hasn’t texted you.

With worry heavy on your mind, you toe over to the entryway, anyways.

But when you open the door, your gaze falls upon Bucky, in the flesh, with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hi, Sweets,” he greets with a smile, dropping the bag and opening his arms.

“You’re not groceries!” you gasp, immediately jumping into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, and curling your legs around his torso.

“No, I’m not,” he laughs, squeezing you tight and holding you close to him. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

And upon hearing the call of her human father, Alpine comes prancing to the front door, mewling happily. Bucky manages to toss his bag into the house, corral Alpine back inside with him, and close the front door, all while you cling to him like a koala.

“Oh my god,” you sigh into his neck, taking in his aroma - slightly sweaty and definitely in need of a hot shower, but yet still so comforting. You lift your head to glance at him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” he caresses the outsides of your face with his large hands as you uncurl your legs from him to stand on the ground. ���Gonna take care of you all weekend, Sweets. You’re not gonna lift a single finger.”

“Bucky, I’m not sick anymore,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his torso. “And you promised you wouldn’t come home early!”

“Sam overheard our call and knew I missed you. He demanded I go home to you. And I’m so glad you’re better,” he coos. “But I don’t need an excuse to spoil my girl,” he smirks as he sweeps you off your feet and makes a beeline for the bedroom.

“Bucky,” you can’t contain your laughter, watching how Alpine trails behind her dad in anticipation for some attention, too.

“You’re on bed rest, Sweets,” he whispers, gently laying you down onto the bed.

“Alright. But only if you keep me company,” you pout your lips, tugging at the fabric of his shirt to get him to roll into bed with you, and he slips right beside you, coddling you to his chest and holding you tight.

A shower can wait - you need to be in his arms right now.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone,” he says with a dainty kiss to your forehead.

~~~

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Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

[nervocat]

★ 📝 — notes: I'm sure this idea has been done plenty times before, but I felt like writing it and because I liked the idea and had I need to write hsr more lol. I actually kinda like how this turned out so yippee!! Also I used the Honkai: Star Rail wiki for info on Mimi and found it here, in Jing Yuans diary ^^

And you'll see (if you read it) Jing Yuan doesn't call Mimi 'Mimi' anymore, but it's more optimal to type than 'Wave-Treading Snow Lion' is 💀

       — word count: 412 , fandom: honkai: star rail , cw: male reader since the term "husband" is used — ✦

                     " Cuddling with Jing Yuan and Mimi "

     You and Jing Yuan were together in your shared home doing whatever when you were starting to get tired, yawning. Jing Yuan notices this and smiles.

     "My love, are you tired?" The general inquiries. It was pretty late and you know you need sleep, so you just nod, not denying the fact that you were tired.

     "I am, yes," you reply, knowing what your lover was up to. "Do you want to go to bed?" You say, looking over at Jing Yuan. He had a playfully smug look on his face as he nodded.

     "I wouldn't deny being able to sleep with my husband," he says as he takes a hand in yours and you smile, walking to your shared room with Jing Yuan following close behind, though you were also followed by someone else.

     You two made it to your room and changed into comfortable clothes and were getting comfy on the bed when the door was opened. You and Jing Yuan looked over to see Mimi in the doorway. The lion walked in and politely shut the door behind it and sauntered over to the bed, jumping up onto it as gently as the big cat could. The bed creaked under its weight as it sat down to wait for you two to get comfortable.

     You laughed as Jing Yuan moved to pet the mane of his cat and he then lied down, allowing you to get comfortable in whatever position you wanted (though he'd prefer to be held, and has vaguely mentioned it before). When you two are in whatever position you wanted, Mimi makes itself comfortable and put its head down on both of your legs, taking a deep breath as it closes its bright blue eyes.

     "Looks like the Lion wanted to join us," you say as you also pet Mimi's fur, a low purr starting to rumble from its chest.

     "It would seem so," Jing Yuan says as he moves to pet the paw pads of the cat, seemingly his favorite thing to do. You could tell the two were close and smiled, suggesting to your husband you two should probably go to bed. After a few more pets of the paw pad, he obliged and rested his head.

     You two and Mimi sleep well that night and in the morning, Jing Yuan has you in his strong grip with Mimi crushing your legs (but it's not painful). Good luck getting up if you have to. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

[sxphoraddict]

"you draw me?" "You're naming your controller with my name?"

(artist! x gamer! Prompt headcanons/for otps)

• the artist constantly sketching on their sketchbook, working on a project, and ignores the gamer who constantly bothers them.

• the gamer giving the artist a drawing idea of their favorite character from the game they've played.

• the artist climbed up to the gamer while they are playing in their gaming seat. The artist sits on them on cuddles them while they just giggles and hugs the artist while playing.

( bonus if the gamer is online with their friends and their friends was like "hey is that your bf/gf?" And they proudly "yeah, my personal koala baby" )

• the gamer loves to watch the artist draw, its oddly relaxing, sometimes climbs to them and sleeps/lay on whatever on them (personally, lap) just the watch them draw.

( bonus if the artist ignores them. OR.. they stopped drawing just to flirt or cuddle with the gamer )

• switching gifts. The gamer bought a new sketchbook/paint/stationary/etc for the artist, and the artist gave them a controller/a new ps/cute mouse and mousepad/headphones/etc.

• the artist draw while sitting on the gamers lap/between their legs comfortably while the gamer just gaming while bugging them (constant kiss everytime they win the game, or paused the game just to watch them for a bit)

( bonus if the gamer is taller, they would rest their chin on the artist top of head )

• arguing over coming to an art exhibition or gaming conference. ( Would be cool if both of them are famous because their talents/skills )

• drawing/sketching/painting date at the daytime and staying up late for gaming time, just the two of them. ( Would be very cute if the gamer is a night owl who used to stay up late while the artist slowly drifted to sleep in their arms )

• the artist draws the gamer ( as an artist myself, this is how we say 'i love you' )

• not the gamer tries to draw and competes the artist while clearly they are poor at drawing (optional)

• both of them are caffeine addict ( really need to say this. Srsly )

• the gamer being hotheaded because of their friends while playing a videogame, and the artist hugging them or just a simple kiss giving them emotional support that clearly cheers the gamer.

• the gamer teasing the artist when draws an anatomy saying "ouh you draw me? Looks sexy." And the artist just laughed.

• "how did you do that?" "Do what?" "Draw." "I dont know, it simply happens."

• "how did you do that?" "Do what?" "Winning the game! I followed all your tips and tricks!" "I dont even know, it simply did."

( - yes, a them being a golden retriever x black cat or a chaotic duo would be cool, or calm and easy x hypersensitive intovert.. dang, i feel so single )

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Day of devotion: Pride and Arrogance 

(late valentines day special)

Yan! Capitano x Wife! Reader

Tags: Pudding(smut), attempted arson, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships, Yandere, majority kinda fluff of sorts don't take it too seriously...

Minors DO NOT interact

"yeaaaah she's fucked."- Falaila

 

He's PISSED.

Here he is, at the dinner table, alone. Normally you'd be here for a few minutes late, but now with that thing occupying your waking moments. It has been more than two months since the day of charity that you've gotten the vexatious object!

"Has she gotten dressed yet?" Without looking at the maid next to him, she replied.

"No, Lord Harbinger Capitano. My Lady still requests to extend her time in bed." Exasperated, he stood up and began his day with another cold meal.

As of now, he needs to burn that thing and bury it in the backyard or better yet, just toss the ashes in the raging waters of Inazuma. But how to get your attention away from it for a good while?

At a sharp turn from his hallway, he couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation of two maids.

"Did he finally ask you out on the Day of devotion????" 

"more like I ask him out. But yeah, I got it in the bag!" 

"What is it this time? Skating? Picnicking-?"

"Uh, yeah totally not fishing, hahaha..." 

Capitano thought of an ingenious plan, but that will continue once he gets home after giving a notice he’ll be off for a certain day.

Presumably you're still in bed. So he kicked the door open and proudly announced.

"Dove, get dressed, we're going out." He tossed some clothes at your face once you sat up.

Looking a bit miffed, that your cuddling session was disturbed by him. Your hair is still in a mess, your eyes are a little unfocused while hugging the damnable life-size rodent that's native to Natlan. "But, I don't want to. Go find someone else." You said before looking at the clothes presented to you and noticed something odd about it.

"Where's the rest of it?" This sweater does little to no protection against the cold with the missing cloth at the back, and you need to wear a bra to go out.

"Just wear it." It's amazing how much guts he has to tell you this.

Your eye glanced from the sweater to him. “How much did you pay for it?”

“Business expense, don’t worry about it.” He huffed.

Dropping the scandalous sweater to the ground. "No thanks, no thank you, good night!" You pulled the sheets over your head and went back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, he got it all off in one forceful tug of his arm. Making you shiver from the sudden cold.

Getting off the bed and standing up, still wearing your cute pajamas, though he knows whenever you sleep back at warm deserts of-. 

"Hey! Its freezing cold here, especially if you live in the bum fuck of nowhere." his thoughts were snapped back when he heard you protest again.

Capitano sighed from his helmet, "Dove, you are my wife, at least go out with me once in a while.”

Crossing your arms, with a evidence of a frown present, "I'll go, as long as you let me sleep in a separate bedroom-"  

"Request denied." He immediately rejected you, he won’t let you out of his sight so long you’re bound with him.

"What, why?!" Now your hands curl into a fist and rest on your waist.

He started to give a reason, "What if someone were to attack you in your sleep and I wasn’t there?" That is a possibility given you are now connected to someone as powerful as Capitano himself.

"I'm a light-sleeper, I can take care of myself." You proclaimed.

He doubts that, since often or not, after the third month you've been having difficulty waking up as early as six. And besides, sleeping next to you has been the best time to get to know you better ironically…

"You wouldn't last too long alone in a room." Capitano knows because you've been cuddling and or laying on top of him like a house cat and scurry away once you awaken and complain he was the one occupying the space.

"I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself." That phrase he said gave you terrible vibes and you don’t know why.

Now his options are getting exhausted,"Just get dressed please, I heard there is a new store that opened up that might interest you." 

"Yea- no." You shook your head once you heard him, knowing what might happen.

"what do you mean no?"

With a straight face you reminded him, "Remember the last time you dragged me out?"

"He deserved it." He defends himself. Another puff of air leaving your nose before cloaking yourself in the blanket.

"Capitano, he was just staring at nothing!” Another thing you were wondering, with how much you two buttheads he didn’t want to divorce.

"Guess that new bakery would have to wait…” That stopped your tracks.

“Alright, get out.” Not wanting to explain yourself as your hands now started to push him out of the room so you could get changed.

Bewildered, Capitiano gave you a confused stare as you struggled to even budge him from the spot.

Another dead stare aimed at him, "Do you want me to go with you or not?”

Wordlessly, he instantly complied. Knowing you're a person of your word.

Out of the Manor, it was hard to adjust even with a year worth of living in this ruthless snow.

Sister Franny from last time has invited Capitano and you to attend the day of devotion. The long table meant for sharing with others, musicians preparing the songs to be played.

And just like on the day of Charity, you are allowed to injure some of the participants to fight over chocolates and such.

Though you didn't join in for too long due to you being 'too in character' or whatever that means.

"Is it just me, or have Snezhnaya and Natlan swapped roles?" You address your thoughts out loud as your spouse's armor clinked against the pavement. Not wanting to make eye contact with him, though the red scarf that linked you to him proved to be quite troublesome to you as it nearly made you choke from the restriction and wide distance from each other.

"The head Priest Oliver had made arrangements for this particular festivity. He had hoped it would lean to more athletic couples to be included." He said, though he had pulled some strings to get the schedule as it is. It wasn't easy.

Your face scrunched up in dis-amusement, "You and I are not a thing." 

And yet that mental image from the last festival burned into Capitano’s mind. Though, you couldn't remember the scandalous deeds and words that you had given to him. He wouldn't mind if you would dress up a bit to his liking and act more proper around others.  He supposed this would have to be somewhat satisfactory, for now. Especially when you were so compliant if he mentioned any of your favorites.

The battle-hardened couple were frustrated at least in your perspective, to love someone who has taken you forcibly is one of the difficult things when it comes to the clash-oriented rules that were made.

You still remembered the ever bubbling volcanoes of your homeland, ironically. Capitano is the only thing that could ever remind you of who you once were, a proud child of Natlan.

Glancing up at the figure that towers over you, the eye felt noticeably irritating.

In turn you scratch it through the eyepatch, yet Capitano’s gloved hand grabs yours. “You’ll make it worse,”  He warns, leans a bit, pulling back the scarf that connects you both, making you gag.

“Eech-! Mind your own fucking business.” Visibly irked, you took back your arm from him and faced away to rub your eye. “This is your fault,” Technically it is, but at the sametime it isn’t? But hey you two were fighting, it was bound to happen. “Let’s just leave.” Grumbling while your hand seemed to respond to him when he tried to touch your shoulder, by rejecting his gesture.

“Can’t do that, Dove.” He replied with the same monotonous as if you were just another soldier in his eyes. 

“The dance is starting.” As if on cue he pulled you over to him and now noticing the thrills of the stringed instruments.

Giving him a glare before you both were pulled into the rather floral winter-like festival dance floor… And it was like a dumpster fire. You were bumping into nearly everyone there, accidentally or not stepping on your husband’s feet while you’re at it.

“Pah…” Vexed by the event, you tried to storm off though didn’t go too far due to the scarf that’s tied neatly to your neck.

You could tell his patience is wearing thin, yet something is stopping him from doing so…

“Let’s just stop this foolishness.” Voicing your jaded frustrations to him.

Oh, how he envies the figurative rose that was placed between your lips. Thorns that pressed against the gums of your teeth, yearning to swoop in to steal a kiss from you, he just couldn’t get enough of it!

All he gave is a resounding, “No.” 

No? No? No? no?  nonononononononononono-!

The first time you admitted defeat on your own terms, this was getting too much even for you. Everything felt so useless, you tried everything!  From poisoning his meals, sabotaging his weaponry, including earlier this morning when he asked you to pass the salt you threw a fork next to his head. To his surprise you still have near excellent accuracy. And that shit annoys you to no end with how he seems calm about the chaos around him when he’s with you.

“And who's going to stop me, tin-can?” You huffed, the warmth of your breath can be seen in the form of a puff.

All you got from him is a hum, before he tore away your frock from your body. The chills took an imminent effect on your unadjusted body, so you tried to take it back.

You two had strayed too far away from the event that the red scarf had loosen on your neck letting you have freedom to move around.

One step back, two steps onward. Feet pranced around, as the frock kept being stolen by each other yet this is no ordinary activity to sauntered. Some took notice of the heated tango that garnered.

Entranced, from their fist throws to the natural twirls of the lady that was caught in a sudden trust fall to gain her coat back and groom to catch and fight for the object.

“See, you can dance.” Capitano chuckles, he swears he could feel himself perspire under his garb. His heart set aflame, not an ember but a swirling magma that bubbles with desire.

One, and two, and three, turn around. The pace started to pick up, as you tried to charge at him but he gave you a boost to jump over him. His wound still aches from that first duel you and him had, just look at you two. Two clashing yet make the most harmonious shows!

He is already well aware that he's underneath your spell, so if you're smelling something. It is most likely his burning need for you.

It soon ended with him taking a swift tug at your arm to pull you in a sweet embrace. You could smell that hint of cologne he patted on his skin along with ink and sun.

You were on your tippy toes even though he leaned down to reach your height. His throat rumbled as he started to whisper soft incoherent words into your ear. In contrast to what he usually portrays himself, he is showing it to you. Your arms locked behind him, words began to have their conflict within you to how to respond to him.

Though what he didn’t expect or rather he should expect is you trying to set him on fire using his scarf and your electro vision. Of course, that wouldn’t end there…

So here you are sitting in a love seat in a hybrid hotel-cafe.. Thing, the malibu pink coated walls greeted them with red heart like designs. Looking around to see one person having a date with one of the teddy bears which is as big as Capitano while being surrounded by couples having their time… Happy day of devotion..? 

Once again, your (only) good eye rolled to see the man in armor who merely huffs. In his arm is a bag full of assorted chocolates that was given to him as compensation- well out of pity and the ruined scarf. And in another, holding your wrist like you’re a child trying to get away from him.

Capitano had left you at a table to get your order, it was boring just sitting on a love chair with a big bear next to you…

Hugging the stuffie gave you a bit of comfort. Though was disturbed again by the jealous bastard's cough.

Facing him, who has the order in his hands. "Enjoying that stuffie's company?" he sounded annoyed when he saw you in the arms of that toy.

"Pipe it, it's so boring in here." you whine before he handed you the cookies you wanted. To be honest you deserve cookies and sweet treats but, how did he know? You're sure as hell didn't do anything to him. Nor did you tell your personal maid about this fact.

Capitano, sat down next to you. With the bear right between you two.

It was awkward but you noticed that the filling in the sandwiched cookie was more or less quadruple in size compared to the normal ones you've seen and eaten.

taking a bite of it causes you to chew slower, the taste bewildered you. Looking at the menu that was over there at the sign that said ' Free Mega cookies for couples that ordered a room.', "The cream just overfilled my mouth… Do they really not have the regular or the double stuffed cookies?" You looked up at him.

"Sorry, they only have the Mega stuffed cookies." Capitano apologized before picking up the cup of coffee he bought for himself. Adding to your confusion, why is he drinking coffee so late in the afternoon.

Your thoughts dismissed it once you assumed he was just going to work at night once you two got home.

" I think I'm going to be sick if I finish the second one.." You said honestly as you ate the whole piece. This is definitely not good for you, it's making your stomach bubble out of fear? For what? Is it laced with poison?!

"Don't you dare spit it, I paid money for that cookie." He says, sure he paid for it.

Grumpily you still chewed on the next cookie, you could feel your taste buds hating you for it.

Soon a server came over with a different tray of cookies, a bottle and two already poured wine glasses.

"I didn't order any of these." Capitano says looking at the short waitress with long hair.

"Another customer has paid for you for this set." She replied

"By who?"

"your friend over there with that red hair." She stepped aside to show and pointed at the two people at a table waving at him to come over.

"I'll be back." Capitano says before leaving to go check on those two.

The waitress had already left to attend to other matters, so you took a peek at the wine glasses and noticed something, "That jerk, getting more than me…” and so you swapped drinks.

Your husband came back after your third mega cookie and took a sip of his beverage. He made a surprised hiccup "-e… excuse me..!" Adding an apology. You really think it's adorable- SHUT, You aren't falling for him!

"So this is the Tsundere cookie I've been hearing all about…" He says making the plate spin a bit.

"I want to play a game with you, dove. They say there's at least two spicy cookies hidden in fifteen others. If one of us gets the spicy cookie they lose." So a less dangerous version of a typical roulette.

Subconsciously, your mouth started to move on its own, "I'm not too good with spicy du- food- I said food!" You could feel him raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks became warm for a bit.

Taking a deep breath you faced him, "if you got the spicy cookie, and had a ring of fire in the bathroom. You have to let me have my own room." You naive little 'trophy wife' tried to joke and brush this off.

You couldn't believe he was going to be serious with this one time humor, " if you got one of the two cookies, you and I will have a little 'chat'." He prompts his arm at the table and leans his helmet on his palm.

"A chat?" You seem skeptical about this, especially the bad feeling you felt earlier.

"Has the chills of Snezhnaya gotten to your brain, woman?" His deep voice, and how he rolled his r's might be enough to make your brain go haywire.

Capitano had taken your silence and a nod as a yes before taking a cookie off the tray and ate it in one go. It was a safe cookie

It was your turn, taking one from the edge and taking a bite of it. The tiny cookie tasted sweet yet sour. It actually tasted pretty good that you picked one more for yourself and gave another to Capitano before eating yours.

Capitano did not hesitate to take the one you were giving to him, eating it. He made consecutive hums in curiosity.. 

"hmm?" You hummed at him as you took a bite of yours. "you say sum thin?"

He started to cough before he downed a whole wine glass in his hand.

You laughed in victory before popping in another cookie, "Ha! I won!" you said just as you took a bite and felt something off. That proud smile on your face had been wiped away and formed into pursed lips so you could try and deny Capitano of the new outcome.

"Swallow it, dove." He placed his hand on your shoulder, you're scared. Shaking your head 'no' afraid of what might happen.

Though in the end you did swallow the once sweet cookie that coated your taste buds in odd spice. Washing the taste away with the wine that was offered earlier. "Good." Feeling his patronizing smile through his words.

“You said you could handle a little bit of heat…” He let out a chortle as you glared at him.

After dinner, you couldn't help but be anxious now that Capitano had downed at least three glasses of wine while you only had one. 

So you tried to sneak away but he saw you. "Where are you going?"

"uh… the bathroom….?"  You stuttered, the married huntress. Not making eye contact with him as your vision seemed to spin a bit.

"Then let me accompany you." He offered, standing up.

"No thanks!" Immediately you tried to get away from him.

The armor wearing man pulled you closer to him that you were sitting on his lap. Arms hold you gently in an embrace as you squirm letting the bear fall on the ground, forgotten.

"Why are you so afraid like I'm going to eat you whole?" He doesn't sound sad, but this hug made you think otherwise.

Without thinking, you shrug off his hug and make a run for it upstairs.

"You can't hide from my love, dove." You could hear his calm steps closing in. Out of panic, you went into a room with the door that was open.

The room is as lavish as Capitano's master bedroom. You heard a click from behind and saw your husband locking the door closed.

"I told you, you couldn't get away from me." He repeated as he went over to you, towering your figure

"Meap …!” is all you could say as you surrendered to tonight's fate.

Meanwhile outside a little waitress had arrived at their door, giggling to herself as she added a do not disturb sign on the knob before walking away.

In the morning, you both had woken up late. Eating at the first floor with your husband who didn't seem to remember what happened.

"I thought you hate tea?” he asked curiously. Noticing that scent of tea leaf juice.

“... A waitress recommended it. And said I should drink it a few more times.” You lied, you just asked for a certain herb and sure enough it's just there.

Sighing to yourself, “I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now and just stop staring, please?” knowing he has a lot of questions and you don't want to explain.

Thankfully he agreed, but you have to tell him one of these days and you dread it.

 R18 TIME MINORS DO NOT PROCEED!!!!

Back curving away from the mattress as Capitano kept your hips up against his face, feeling his wet muscle lapping up your labia. Occasionally, he enters either his finger or tongue which sends you in a spazzing sensation, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tries to push him off you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up as tears started to be produced from his act. Legs started to tremble and wanted to lean down on the bed. But earned a sharp sting on your buttcheek from doing so.

"Asshole…" You groaned from the impact from his hand.

He merely gave a hearty chuckle before pulling your thighs toward him, tugging you closer, making your hand grasp onto the pillow like your life depends on it.

" Where's…(hic). Where's all that tough talk from earlier, hmm? Getting all worked up for me." Even when he's drunk, he still manages to tease you.

Rough scarred hands made its way to your chest, kneading and groping you through the salacious suggestion of the dress he provided.

" You two-face son of a- ah!" Another lewd noise escapes your lips. Your hand that was on his head tried to push him away from you, though rendered useless as he drew out another orgasm from you making a mess that's pooling underneath.

"Rather cheeky coming from a slut like you." he had hovered over you. his vice-like grip still on your ankles.

"what are you-? Ow!" He pinned your legs next to your head.

Letting out a whine as he manhandles you to his liking. Your wet puffy cunt on display for him to view.

Twitching and writhing under his touch as he began to tease that little nub above your slit.

"Who knew I have such a whorish wife." he commented when he noticed your pussy flexing.

"You jerk, I hate you!" You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and your core aching for him. Even when you took a glance down at his lower half, you could see his member. Standing up and leaking with precum.

Eyes couldn't stop staring at a certain spot, heart thumping in excitement. " Getting a little presumptuous?" Feeling that shit-eating grin, you started to cuss at his face.

" You mother fuck-" Suddenly only using one hand to keep your legs still, his free hand coated with your juices shoved his two digits in your mouth.

"I only have so much patience for you, darling." His fingers started to toy around your tongue, making you have a taste of his handiwork.

'IS HE REALLY DRUNK?!' "mmmn…!?" Parting your lips open, he pressed the wet muscle.

"There you go… Let master help do the work for you." Eye narrowing at him as you shivered in pleasure. Glancing down at the lower regions, is him grinding on your entrance.

"You've been a real… naughty one, trying to set me on fire…" He's still pissed at that, yet only a twinkle of amusement remains present in his tone.

"You have to make it up to me, you know." He purred before teasing you with the tip of his member against your hole. 

Your eyes give a pleading stare, out of lust? Fear? You aren't so sure anymore.

"You're mine, dove… My sweet _____." He sighed lovingly as he gave a few more teasing thrusts before entering. Leaning so close that you clung to him for support. Tears fell down as you felt him brushing against your g-spot.

His hand let go of your mouth before his hands focus on holding your legs, occasionally groping your chest or nuzzling against your neck.

For this one night, you could just forget about being who you were, and just enjoy. At least that's what your mind seems to suggest.

Orgasm after another, he doesn't seem to get tired… you were truly at his mercy. And who knows, maybe this might happen again…

Soon enough, you were sure you might get knocked up after the first time he came inside. Might as well play into his game…

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader

slow burn/enemies to lovers

taglist: @melaninsugababy @fruitymoonbeams-blog @copiasratscheese @wintersnnowie

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part.

warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point | HERE), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity

disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: [worth it] last

You were more than happy to get out of that uniform. Casual clothes were never more comfortable than they were now. You packed up everything and stared at your empty room before exiting and following Ghost, crate in hand, to a car. He put the cat in the backseat and opened the door for you. 

Sitting giddily in the passenger seat, you can't help but smile as you drive off of the base that has been your home for months now. If someone would have told you transferring to the 141 would result in this, you'd have slapped them silly. Punched them in the face for even insinuating that. 

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just... happy," you sighed. "Happy."

"Good," he nodded. "Me... too."

--

You directed him to your house - well, your small, boring apartment. It was awkward at first. Partly because he made sure to study everything you owned and everything about your place. He studied the two exits and made sure your windows were able to be locked. You assumed it was his way of learning you better, so you let it be. You tried to tour him around your tiny place, but he shook his head, determined to learn it on his own. But you found it funny how he had to duck when walking into the door, into the hallway, the bathroom, etc. The apartment ceilings were low, unfortunately. You never had issues and didn't even think about this until you brought him here. You sure as hell forgot to mention your full-size bed - compared to his California king, it was tiny.

-

The size of your bed didn't matter when you were making love. You were as close to him as you could get, even though you literally wanted to be under his skin - cuddling wasn't enough.

The size of your couch didn't matter when you were splayed across him while he lay on it.

As small as your home was, it was better with him there, but you honestly couldn't wait to go back to his. You preferred it there.

-

Buddy was shy at first, hiding for the first few days. You set up its litter box and food bowl, along with a spare pet bed you happened to have. He soon started getting accustomed and coming out for Simon more. It was cute how he said 'no' to having the cat but they've clung to each other. 

-

Weeks go by fast. Every day was becoming routine, brushing your teeth together, and eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with each other. Enjoying the same shows, recommending each other books. Showering together, bathing together even though it was quite cramped. Staying up late with each other talking about random things that came to mind, or, rather, you become a philosopher sometimes late in the night.

~

"Simon?" you whispered.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"You awake?"

"Yeah, luv."

"Okay. Well, I was trying to sleep, but got to thinking."

"Oh my," he went along with your tired nonsense.

At first, it was funny, you tiredly rambling about random facts, world facts, conspiracy theories, the works. He listened to your rambles, your very groggy, quick mumbles about nonsense. But it quickly turned into him helping you fall asleep, your brain was moving faster than your mouth, becoming hyper. 

He climbed over you lazily, grunting as he shuffled his knees behind your thighs. "Y'sound like you need help getting t'sleep, luv."

"Mm, yeah," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His lips met yours fervently, softly sucking at your bottom lip. He ground into you, earning a small moan. His hand cupped your face, his fingers rubbed your soft skin as you leaned up begging for more. As you gripped at his tight skin, your hands snaked down his back before scratching up, he deeply grunted as his hands started squeezing your breasts to your hips, to your core. You gasped as his hand slid under your panties, his cold fingers meeting your clit. 

He fingered you until he ripped three orgasms out of you, wetness seeping, pooling in a spot on the sheets beneath you. He took his pleasure in pleasing you - thoroughly studying your facial expressions as his fingers tactically explored your walls and sweet spots. He'd learned the spots that made you arch your back, the one that made you gasp - opening your mouth with no sound coming out, the one that made you squirt - gushing all over him. 

Finally tiring you out, he went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and got new bedsheets. He helped you to the bathtub where he lovingly washed your sleepy self. As he dried you off and let you dress, he quickly changed the bedsheets for you before guiding you to bed, letting you nuzzle on his chest as you drifted off to sleep.

~

While eating dinner and watching TV, a camping commercial came up, and you two looked at each other, nodding your heads. It was time to head to his place. A good few-hour drive. You finished up the night, packing belongings, and this time, more clothes, able to dress to your style more now, being off. 

The next morning, you coaxed Buddy out of his hiding spot and gave him a treat. "This time you're going home, Bud. No more moving around. I know, I know..." 

After loading up the car, you take a last walk around your apartment, locking the doors and windows. 

--

You could have predicted how careful he'd be while camping, being protective and watchful, keeping weapons on hand - his pistol holstered at his hip and tactical knife easy to grab. He finally freed himself from his mask once he felt comfortable enough with the surroundings, seeming at ease. 

First, you went fishing with him. It was quite boring at first, patience not being much of one of your personality traits. Until finally, you caught a small one. You were proud of yourself but looked to him for approval, and he was already smiling at you. 

"Good job, babe," he walked over to you, helping you undo the hook and then put the fish back in the water. 

As the first night came to an end, you ended the night with smores and a couple of bottles of beer. You talked with Simon about how you never got to experience stuff like this and thanked him for taking you with him.

You cuddled with him in the tent, snuggled up close as the degrees dropped to cold temperatures. Sounds of crickets, cicadas, coyotes, and wildlife soothed you as you were enjoying this new aspect of your life.

--

Love grew deeper as memorable dates with you two continued. It grew deeper as you both catered to each other's love languages. His vulnerability also grew. Something, a part of him you never thought you'd see. Even in the beginning of this, even a sliver of info about him, his secrets, what makes him - him, was a treat, a rare treat. 

Every day was different in all sorts of ways. Some days you were both lazy, understandably so. Some days you were active. Some days were very laughable, others calm, comfortable... quiet. But not the awkward, or unhappy quiet. Not the embarrassing quiet, or the "don't know what to do" quiet. The peaceful, understanding of each other quiet. The appreciating each other quiet. You made a look at him and he'd know what you want, need, or were trying to say. Vice versa. 

Those quiet days were beautiful. The sounds of you both laughing at a movie, the sounds of you breathing. Buddy's pitter-patters across the hardwood floors. The randomness of conversation starters. Cheeky jokes. It all seemed quite natural, something you could get used to. Forever. 

It hits you at random times, that this, this right here, this type of vulnerability, personal moments with Simon was only for the time off. You can imagine yourself being here with him. Waking up to him every day. Going to bed together every night. You knew he wouldn't do it, but you wouldn't mind quitting the military, getting a regular job, and living your life like this with him.  

--

He woke you up in the middle of the night during the last month. Randomly asking you to join him in going to the snowy mountains in Colorado. A little surprised at the randomness, but also too sleepy to answer with a straight mind. 

You were surprised when you woke up to all bags packed.

"Um, what is this?" you asked, pointing to the suitcases.

"Our bags," he answered, tilting his head at you. "Dress warm, luv."

"Okay..." 

--

Though you've had a wonderful time with him so far, it hit you hard when you realized that it's getting too close to the three-month mark. Previously, you'd be excited to go back to work. You didn't know what it was, probably the fact that you'd fallen head over heels for your Lieutenant, but you wanted to stay like this, already missing him in his loving, domestic state. Him. Who he is. 

Getting this far, and learning this much about each other has taught you exactly how much alike you two are. You've always liked nature, but appreciated it more when you got to enjoy it with him. You like being alone, and you can be alone with him. You both had walls built up, slowly letting each other seep into the crevices as you both fell. 

--

Thinking back on everything, you would do everything over again for him. Neither would you change a thing. The tension, the heartache, the pain, the anger... Everything you've been through with and for this man was worth it. Thinking of other ways this could have gone causes you to wince. Wince and shrivel at the thought of not having him. Not having your Simon like that. The loving man you knew now, and wanted to keep around forever. 

--

Proud to say that you've found your groove with each other, by the time you returned back to work...

He never failed to tell you he loved you before and after missions. He never had to distance himself anymore, since he could confide in you. Quite more protective over you, but still enjoys watching you fight and paint yourself red with the blood of your enemies. And now he didn't care about the other members knowing fully. If it wasn't obvious enough, you got princess treatment from the Lieutenant. Price held his hands up, refusing to get in between as long as it didn't interfere with jobs being done.

-

It wasn't until he stabbed a man charging at you, full speed while you were already busy with one fight, that you realized you were quite crazy over him, too. The force behind the swing of the blade against the throat, the quickness of it. The eye contact with you as the body drops, his eyes relaxing while he looks into yours. 

"Fuck, that was hot, Lieutenant," you whispered as he pinches your chin, towering over you before he leads the way out of the building.

Thank you so much for reading!!!! I am grateful for each and every one of you that has taken the time to read this story, and even more grateful if you enjoyed it! I loved writing this story so much, it was a good one! <3

[allisluv]

heyy! could i request 🫶 for thg girls?

i'm lesbian, and i go by she/her but i don't mind she/they either. <3 i'm an infj, but i'm sometimes quite impulsive...(like the time i ate orbeez...they do NOT taste nice), and i can be a bit random and energetic, but usually I'm quite calm.

I like being hugged and cuddled- especially when someone squeezes me! but not too tight or i'll cry in SPD discomfort 😭. i'm usually quite nice to people, because i find it hard to be rude. i've been told that i'm really kind from most people i know, which makes me quite happy. I have quite a lot of activities (music club, maths tutoring, which is VERY needed, school play rehearsals and musical theatre lessons). I can't sleep without my blankets or cuddling up to my stuffed animals, even though it sounds babyish. I like to walk in fields and meadows! i play acoustic guitar and write songs! I like reading, mainly books like THG, the chronicles of narnia, and harry potter (my favourite character is luna, who i'm a lot like, so I've been told). I sometimes like to drawn and write stories too! I'm half-hispanic on my papa's side and love celebrating día de los muertos, especially for his late father, he passed before I was born, but still. i love music, mainly taylor swift and olivia rodrigo! sometimes i play games, mainly minecraft or roblox :p. when I'm comfortable around someone, I cuddle or rest close to them and don't feel scared to sing in front of them like I do most people (i love singing but have no confidence). i love dogs, cats (scottish folds are my babies), penguins, birds and koalas :D

i feel like I'm ranting, so I'll end it off here! sorry its so long and thank you! <3 💜🩷

babes never be afraid to rant!! i love learning about all my anons and followers! i feel like you would be such a good fit with lucy gray! both your interests line up and i see you vibing with her so much <33

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

A thing i wrote but lost the idea for f

Rated M (to be safe) | Warning: talk of trauma

As a child and into your older years, you liked the story and often the old movies of Frankenstein. You know the classic story of a man making a monster, the monster discovers he loves life, and then after a huge plot reasons drama the monster kills the creator, and then, in some versions the monster dies. The classic horror movie marathon every Halloween is great for when you like to stay inside and eat the candy you enjoy the most.

Strange being in this place makes you recall several horror movies, crime documentaries, and urban myths. Maybe it is your way of coping with a lot of the trauma and daily reminders of the pain each and every hunter inflicts upon you. As many jokes as you crack, the smiles you give, the casual greetings to other survivors.

This is eating at you. Sure you are not at the numb level as the others but you are getting nightmares of matches.

Specifically with ones against a certain reptilian.

Luchino, the professor, does not know. At least, you think he does not know the cause or reason but he is worried as you have been sleeping on his bed most nights.

Nightmares are not unheard of or insomnia, but Ada does offer her services if anyone needs an ear to vent.

As shady as the woman is, she is the only person who can provide the voice of reason against your inner musings of despair. Though you have been hesitant to see her in the room. Lucky Guy has been there given you are often paired with him in recent matches. He is the only other person who understands when certain hunters single you out because of your unique reactions.

The screaming, the way you are quick to react rather than run, mind you the ability of yours often allows the hunter to enjoy the chase longer.

It is sick and frankly only a few times have you successfully gotten to hit back and win a match.

The professor’s hand touches the leg that bounces as you sit watching, staring into space, at the gecko you fed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your anxious behavior of late is concerning and though he does not push as you normally are open with him, as of late you seem closed off. You were seeking stimuli from him via watching him work, often listening to him talk, cuddling when he rests, or having sex.

All in the manor have their ways of dealing with these circumstances, but not all are healthy. Keeping things bottled up will only hurt you in the end.

“My next match,” Laying on his lap, you find comfort in being beside him, “Remembering what you told me.”

The trick to dealing with Evil Reptilian is to keep him closed, however, like any caged animal he will retaliate. First kite is always the hardest as often the maps survivors are in with him, the terrain is to his advantage. Getting him to follow is not hard, it is the containing in the small indoor space that is the problem.

The creature is intelligent, after all, he is Professor Luchino. Though he gives in easily to his animalistic urges, his intelligence and veteran skills on the hunting field are seen as many of his matches end in wins or ties. Rarely are there losses but that comes from a few team combinations that work well against him.

“Are you sure?” His nails scratch just right on the scalp making you feel like a pleased cat getting its chin rubbed. You hum feeling the exhaustion of past sleepless nights catching up. “(Name).” You go quiet as you have fallen asleep unintentionally.

[officialgleamstar]

hi trevally! could I get a uuuh 13. group hugs and/or 14. cuddle pile with marloakworthy.. <3

hiiii @silverlistenstothings :] <3 i ended up going for cuddle pile, but like. tbh it doesnt QUITE fill that in my eyes but hjbfjgbhjbdhjdbhj it just gave me a cute idea so i went for it even if it wasnt exactly what you asked for. its close enough to count i think!!! anyways

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woke up young in lovers love

word count: 876 | ao3 link

When Hermie woke up, it was with a gasp, their heart pounding in their chest. It was hard to place exactly what they had been dreaming of, their thoughts foggy as the dregs of sleep lingered in their mind. Without their input, their hands started grasping for the bedsheets around them, trying to swaddle themself in warm blankets—

And instead, they hit soft flesh and a sleepy groan of annoyance. They jolted back in shock and landed straight on another body, and when they let out an odd squawking noise of surprise, a head popped up to accompany that body. Normal blinked at them, barely able to keep his lids up as if he was already dozing back off. Someone thumped them in the back of the head and when they whipped around, Scary was frowning at them, looking just as exhausted.

“What’s wrong with you,” she said flatly, sounding less like a question and more like an insult, and Hermie stared at her as they tried to figure out what was going on. Their heart was still working hard enough that they could feel it in their ears, but their brain was starting to slow, clarity creeping in around the corner.

Their nightmare was still escaping them, becoming more and more fuzzy - something with fire, fire, and little other than more fire - and reality seeped in in its place. They were at Normal’s house. The clock on his bedside table read 2:14 AM. They had Normal on their left and Scary on their right, all of them piled close enough that their thighs were pressing against one another. They didn’t have a blanket to grasp onto because Normal was swaddled in a tight cocoon of every blanket on the bed, leaving Hermie and Scary with nothing.

“Hermie,” Scary prompted, jabbing their side to bring them back to the conversation, and they groaned.

“Normal took the blankets.”

“In my sleep! I didn’t mean to,” Normal defended himself, still just sitting there without unwrapping himself, and Scary clicked her tongue. She sat up as well and reached across Hermie, starting to drag the blankets off of Normal while he squirmed. “Wait, stop- I’m cozy! I’m cozy, Scary, quit it!”

“We need to be cozy too, dumbass!”

Hermie sighed and fell back against the pillows, rubbing their face as Scary wrestled a blanket away from Normal. They were fine. They were in a safe space, tucked away in their boyfriend’s bed between him and their girlfriend. It was late at night, everything was warm now that Scary was tucking the blankets around the three of them, and they were starting to feel stupid for being so afraid in the first place.

Scary leaned across them again, pressing a kiss to Normal’s cheek, and Hermie finally realized that they were no longer bickering. Normal was still pouting, but the expression melted away at the kiss, and he tilted his head to catch her lips. Hermie watched quietly, unsurprised when they felt Normal’s hand find their own and squeeze it as Normal pulled away.

“You want a kiss, Hermie?” Scary asked and they shook their head. She settled back against the pillows, nudging their side until they rolled over. As they followed her quiet command, rolling over so they faced Normal, Scary draped an arm over their waist and curled up into them. She pressed her forehead into the back of their neck, a soft bump that reminded them a little of how Taylor’s pet cat greeted them whenever they visited his house. They smiled, small and private, and Normal gave them a bright grin back.

“Do you want a kiss from me?” Normal asked, using a tone that Hermie knew meant he was just trying to taunt Scary. Hermie rolled their eyes at him at the same time that Scary scoffed and he giggled, squeezing Hermie’s hand again where their hands joined between them. “Can’t fault a guy for asking.”

“I definitely can,” Hermie replied dryly.

Despite their words, when Normal scooted closer and turned over so his back faced Hermie, they let him drag their hand along with him so that their arm would drape over Normal’s side. They kept their hold on him looser than the way Scary clung to their back, leaving some room between them rather than burying their face in Normal’s hair. They honestly weren’t sure how Scary could stand it, but they rubbed their thumb in circles against Normal’s hand to make up the difference. By the soft happy hum Normal let out, the small gesture more than made up the difference.

Hermie let their eyes fall closed, taking in a slow breath. Everything smelled like Normal mixed with Scary’s perfume, and while they wouldn’t exactly call the mixture pleasant, it was soothing in a way they would never have guessed a few months ago. It was calming in its familiarity. They were safe and warm and fine, despite the nightmare, despite everything. Normal was tucked under their arm. Scary was clinging to their back. Their head was growing foggy with sleep again.

Belatedly, they realized they were happy. As they fully succumbed to their dreams once again, it dawned on them that feeling wasn’t as foreign as it used to be.

[afterhourswjay]

Heeeey bestie...Guess who's struggling with crippling anxiety 💅💅

I was barely even able to get out of bed to take my meds 🥲

Anyways, I want to ask for some crippling anxiety comfort for (I know this sounds stupid) but a partner being scared to get off the bed because of a monster or person being under it, and Aizawa, Pro Deku, Pro Katsuki, and Mic comforting the reader. Sorry if that's too many characters 😅

Uuuugggh! Bestie, same!! I suffer from pre-bedtime anxiety and it manifests in the weirdest ways sometimes.

Befriend your Monsters

the reader is struggling with their depression and anxiety, and its beginning to affect their sleep schedule. how does their partner help them with this?? note: im simplifying katsu's hero name to Dynamight as its ridiculously long lkdfsljf

characters: aizawa, hizashi, pro!izu, pro!kats warnings: slight angst, but mostly fluff, some swearing

Aizawa Shota || Eraserhead

when it first happens, he's certainly confused. what do you mean your scared of a monster under the bed? sure, one of the cats may be under there, but not a monster

he's not about to go probing you for answers. you do you boo

if you feel like letting him in on your nighttime anxieties, then he'll ask clarifying or slightly probing questions

just enough questions to be able to help you better

do you need a distraction until you reach sleepy town?

do you need snuggles and cuddles to help calm you down?

do you need to chat about your day to help get your mind off of what may be under the bed?

well, no matter what you may need, shota is more than willing to put aside his sleepiness to help you out

sometimes he'll even bring over a mug of hot chocolate or a glass of warm milk to help you relax ignore the milk one if your lactose intolerant slkdflsd

if you need a distraction, he'll help you snuggle up in your favorite jammies, and blanket. then he'll ask you about your day

Yamada Hizashi || Present Mic

this guy, this dude. he probably doesn't sleep much himself, always working on his lesson plans for the next class and drafting out what he'll say on his radio station

he'll invite you to join him if your having a particularly hard time with falling asleep

if he's doing some late-night broadcasts for his station, then he'll make sure that your comfortable. He'll set down a mic in front of you, and hand you some headphones if you want to join him

if not, then he'll make sure to give you as much attention as he can

he'll let you help him grade papers, or to come up with some lesson plans if you want to help him out

if you don't want a distraction, and instead want to talk about your anxiety, then he's all ears

if you don't have any coping mechanisms, then he's helping bounce ideas off of you to help come up with some for you

if you take some of his ideas to heart and start using them, then he's falling in love all over again

he's super happy to see that he was able to help you to any capacity

Midoriya Izuku || Deku

chances are, deku has already figured out something's keeping you up at night

he's already got a couple of journals dedicated to you, and a handful of pages are dedicated to brainstorming what the possible affliction is and ways to help with it

you two strive to be as communicative as possible, so it doesn't take you too long to let him know that you have anxiety surrounding sleep

he doesn't want to overwhelm you, but he does immediately jump to questioning you about it

do you prefer distractions, or should he focus on checking the room over? should he get you some warm milk/hot coco/tea and you two sit down and talk about stuff??

mans just wants you to be ok, and regardless of how long or rough his day is, you come first

if you simply want to shadow him through his nightly routine, thats fine with him too

just don't push him away. its not healthy to bottle things up and, while he understands the desire to 'protect' others from negative feelings, it only leads to making you feel worse

Bakugo Katsuki || Dynamight

he doesn't beat around the bush and, after the first month of you two living together, he questions you on why it seems like you haven't slept at all

he might get a bit more aggressive, and tell you to suck it up at first, you simply need to be firm with him. tell him how your anxieties aren't something that you can simply put aside

when he realizes just how much it affects you, and how much you have a hard time going to sleep, he jumps to trying to help you

i feel like he's likely to suggest ideas to physically tire yourself out, so your brain has no time to allow your anxieties to form

so, things like sparing, lifting weights, maybe even going on an evening jog/run every night

if those don't work, then perhaps the two of you could talk until you feel better or sleepy enough to... well, sleep

he'll ask you if you have coping mechanisms, and seems relieved when you tell him you have some

he'll ask what they are so that he can help you better

kats will even ask if theres times where you become nonverbal, and if there are, if you have ways of communicating when you do

if you don't, then he'll help you with that too

he just wants the best for you, even if he shows that weirdly sometimes

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Get used to it (M) ~Changbin

Pair: Changbin x Female character (unnamed). Word count: 3314 Themes: non-Idol!AU, slice of life, fluff, Smut? Warnings: social awkwardness, swearing, mature situations, unprotected penetration, idiots in love. Summary: a pig plushie becomes Changbin’s best wing-man - or alternatively - the one where two idiots finally confess.

A/N: it’s been a long time since i published anything like this online. If you stumbled upon it, welcome! Feel free to leave any constructive criticsm :) ~✨🌙✏

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

The air was cool, the sun was just about showing its head over the horizon, shy pillars of light filtering through the blinds passing a sleeping cat soundly nappying on his bed under the window, illuminating the two friends–…or lovers?–cuddled together under the covers of a queen sized bed. 

The couple was spooning, with him as the little spoon–quiet, tiny snores passing through his airway. She was the big spoon, with one of her arms tucked under her head and the other lazily thrown around his waist under the covers. The light intruding through the blinds was steadily bringing her back from her deep sleep.

The feeling of a warm, strong back on her bare breasts was foreign, and for a brief second a warning bell went off in her mind. Who… What the.. Oh… The adrenaline spike dipped down almost as soon as it started–realisation hitting her like an exploding balloon in a child’s party, as she recognized the faint scent of perfume she’s come to associate with her best friend.

Trying to be careful as to not wake him, she moved to have a look at his face. It was slightly swollen from sleep. His dark hair sticking in all sorts of odd shapes atop his head, he just looked oh, so adorable. She could not wipe the smile off of her face as she turned around, laying on her other side to relieve some stiffness from her previous position. With her back now turned to him, she recalled the events of the previous night.

“I’m telling ya!” Changbin’s mouth was full of mid-chewed chicken. “Big Foot would definitely win in a fight with the Chupacabra”.

“The Chupacabra is more agile, Binnie. Plus, they’d strike BigFoot from behind and suck all his blood out. We went over this last weekend!” Her voice was exasperated. How could he even suggest that BigFoot would win? Nonsense!

They were standing over the kitchen counter, eating leftover fried chicken from lunch. This was their routine every Saturday. They would sit down in the kitchen of their shared flat talking nonsense, unwinding from the long and tedious work week. It was one of her favourite moments, as they both got to relax and be themselves. No worrying about deadlines, no worrying about stuffy bosses, and incompetent co-workers. Just them both being young adults enjoying each other’s company.

“But have you seen the size of him? The Chupacabra would be full and tired while BigFoot is still fine and ready to kick their ass!” Changbin was waving a piece of his chicken in front of her face, to emphasise his words.

“I’m not having this discussion with you again”, with a sigh, she looked at the clock mounted on the wall. It was getting late. “Crap, I still have to go buy groceries for tomorrow’s lunch. We won’t have enough food if I don’t”. Their friends were coming over for lunch and games, a bunch of rowdy boy-men that ate more than their physiques would let on.

“Oh, yea. Lemme grab my wallet”, Changbin said, walking towards the sink to wash his grease-covered hands.

“Nah, leave it. I wanna go on my own. I need alone time to forgive you for your shitty cryptid opinions”, she winked at him as she made a beeline for the entrance, where her shoes would be waiting for her.

Changbin just huffed. “Whatever. Call me if you need help carrying the bags”.

She was out the door as soon as her shoes were on and the bags that hung by the door were in her hand. The building’s corridors were crammed, the walls freshly painted to deceive the tenants from the water damage hiding underneath. At least rent is cheap, she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs and out the main entrance.

As soon as she stepped out of the building she was grateful for the cool breeze caressing her face. The convenience store was close to their building, enough for her walk there to help ease the butterflies in her stomach. 

Changbin had been her friend for over five years. They met through a common friend and instantly clicked. At some point down the line they decided to rent an apartment together, sharing living costs the main driving point to this arrangement as they both dealt with the excruciating consequences of late stage capitalism.

One day during a baking experiment together, Changbin just looked at her, with his face covered in flour, chocolate sprinkles on his hair, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh, no. I like him. A lot. Life with him became her best and her worst time since then.

Her best, because she was able to enjoy his company, his silly laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his angelic voice when he sang as he baked. 

Her worst, because she had to deal with having him so close to her, yet so far.

The bell rang as she stepped through the automatic doors of the convenience store. The shopping list resonated in her mind to not forget all the items, serving also as a distraction from all the thoughts about Changbin.

Peppers. Onions. Tofu. Eggs. Changbin’s sounds of delight when he eats something he likes. Rice noodles. Rice cakes. Chicken thighs. Changbin’s thighs when he sits on the counter talking to me when I wash the dishes. Vegetable broth. Bay leaves. Changbin’s smile when I would talk to him about my day…

With a sigh she picked the last item from the shelf, not even her anxious habits would help her forget that she was completely, and absolutely whipped for this man.

As she walked to the register, a flash of pink caught her attention in her peripheral. She smiled to herself, as she determined she had to get it. 

She had to get it for him.

“Hey, I’ll be there in two minutes. I need help with the bags”, she spoke on the phone to her friend.

“Aight, coming!” Changbin huffed through the phone, the sound of ruffling fabric apparent as he, presumably, stood up from the couch.

She hung up, steadying herself as she repositioned the straps of both reusable bags over her shoulders. It would’ve been much smarter to bring him around to help from the store, but the alone time was much needed. 

The creak of the main entrance door resonated in the otherwise quiet street, Changbin’s head popping out of it looking for her. As soon as he spotted her, he ran out the building in her direction.

“You should’ve let me come with you!” Changbin exclaimed as he took both bags from her.

“Maaaybe you should've come anyway if you were sooooo worried about it”, she replied in fake annoyance.

“And disrespect your choice of alone time? Never. Would rather die” Changbin said, puffing his chest out in the fakest stoic voice he could muster, as he entered the building and started his climb up the stairs.

“Wow, king of respecting women”, she replied sarcastically.

Changbin started a speech, a speech she was not following as her whole focus went to this ass movement as he walked up the stairs in front of her. A part of her felt bad for looking at her friend this way, but then again it’s not like she’s not caught him looking at her too sometimes. Although to be fair, she would gaslight herself into thinking his fleeting looks were all in her head, so at this moment, looking at her best friend’s ass, she was no better than a man.

“...... You know what I mean?” Her mind went back to reality as she vaguely registered the question spill from his lips.

“Haha, yea”, she weakly replied as they made it to their door, with no clue as to what he meant.

He opened the door and made his way in, leaving the bags on the kitchen counter. He started to look inside one of the bags to move items to their designated spot in the kitchen, but she stopped him.

“Wait! Don’t look at those. I have a surprise”, she exclaimed as she ran to him after closing the door.

Changbin’s face was puzzled. “A surprise?”

“Yes, yes. Close your eyes. No peeking!”

Changbin stood there in the kitchen, eyes firmly closed as she rummaged through the bags.

“I saw this at the store and had to get it”, she picked the item from the bottom of the bag and pulled it out. She held it in front of his face, with the biggest grin on her face. “Okay, open them!”.

Changbin opened his eyes, meeting face to face with a very fluffy looking pig plush. He was a grown ass man, and yet, his eyes went wide and his tone rose with excitement. “Woaaa, look at this guy! He’s sooo cute!”

“I know, right?! I thought maybe you could use a companion at the office, since you’ve been complaining about how grey that place is”, she said equally as excited.

He took the plush from her hands, lightly brushing her fingers with his as he picked it up and examined it.

“Woaaa, he’s seriously really really cute”, his smile was wide, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked back at her. “You’re really cute”, the words spilled from his mouth without hesitation, and yet, as soon as they passed his lips his breath caught in his throat, “I mean–the pig. I mean, you. No, the pig!”

She was shocked, and he was rambling. Sure, he’s called her cute before, but in completely different contexts, and in a completely different tone.

“You think I’m cute?” She asked, incredulous.

“Yes. No! I mean, yes! Shit…” Changbin placed the pig on the counter and immediately brought his hands to his face, lightly rubbing at his eye sockets.

Was that a yes or a no? It was confusing, and yet, a small spark of hope came to life deep within her. Did he think she was cute, really? 

“Fuck it”, Changbin said, removing his hands from his face. “Yea, I think you’re cute. Actually, I’ll have you know I think you’re too cute sometimes. It makes me want to smoosh your cheeks like this pig”.

He took the pig from the counter to demonstrate, pinching its cheeks. “I also think you’re beautiful, and that you’re funny, and that you’re a weirdo but that’s fine because I’m also a weirdo. And it feels so good that we can be weirdos together, and I constantly wish we could be weirdos together for a long time!”

It was like opening one of those funny cans from the magic shop, as the words started to come out from his mouth they couldn’t be stopped.

“God, it feels so good to let it out!” Changbin started laughing. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, or ruin our friendship, but dear lord does it feel good to finally let it out!”

She was just staring at him, processing his words. He thought she was cute. And he wants to be weirdos together for a long time. She was not good at social cues. Did that mean he wanted to spend time with her as much as she wanted with him?

Her face was blank and he was desperately looking at her, hoping for a reaction.

“Please, say something”, Changbin said, tone slightly exasperated. “C’mon, it’s starting to not feel so good anymore…”

A devilish smile crept on her face, as she looked at him. “Oh, so you liiiiiike me? You got a cruuuuush on meeee?” Her tone was playful, both as a way to tease him and as a way to protect herself for possible failure.

“C’mooonnn”, his tone shifted from exasperated to whiny. “Don’t mock me. I’m baring my heart out here and you’re playing with meee”.

Her face went serious. So, this was really happening. He was admitting to having a crush on her? Just like she had on him?

“Are you being serious, though?” Her tone was sterile, almost monotone, but with a hint of hopefulness. “Do you seriously like me?”

“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying this entire time?” Changbin looked at her face, realisation dawning on him. “Right, social cues”, he went up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“I. Like. You”, he emphasised each word with a squeeze of his hands.

She just looked at him again, scanning his features. He was being honest. This was not one of her multiple fantasies, he was not joking. It was real and he was there spelling it out explicitly for her.

“Changbin…” She spoke finally, gaze moving from her usual fixed spot on his nose to his lips. “Changbin, I wanna kiss you”.

He looked at her for a second, processing her words, until his brain cells connected two and two to get four. He moved his hands from her shoulders to cup her cheeks, looking at her with lidded eyes one last time before leaning in for a kiss.

The moment their mouths connected her eyes closed, her hands moving to rest on top of his. Her heart was racing in her chest, like popping kernels in an oiled pot. His lips were so soft, gently moving against hers, they tasted like his cacao chapstick and she could then understand why some women revered the bare minimum. 

Something ignited inside of her, something that had been dormant for a long time, and suddenly she needed him, she needed to feel him as close as possible, as soon as possible.

She moved her hands from their place on top of his, and placed them on his chest, holding onto his t-shirt. She tugged at the garment slightly, and he reacted immediately. One hand in her hair and the other around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, their bodies colliding in the middle moulding to each other.

Her experiences had turned her into a calculated being. Everything had to be in its exact place, things always had to happen the exact way she wanted, and if anything deterred from the original plan she would be pissed the entire time. However, here in this moment with Changbin, all her logic was shoved down to the back of her brain. Her only all-consuming thought was him. No groceries on the counter that needed to be put away, no friends that will come tomorrow, no dishes that needed to be washed. Just Changbin.

She tentatively licked at his bottom lip, earning a groan from the man, who quickly parted his lips for his tongue to get acquaintance with hers. She could no longer taste the chicken in his tongue, only the faint minty taste of toothpaste. 

She moved her hands upwards, one to rest in the crook of his neck and the other to his nape, feeling the goosebumps rising under her touch. 

He pulled her closer, both arms hugging her waist, bringing her impossibly closer to him.

His hands then moved from her waist, slowly moving down until reaching his goal. He gripped both her asscheeks, the mix of a yelp and moan escaping her lips in surprise. Instinctively, her leg moved up to sort of wrap around his, starting a light grind of their hips. The kiss became very heated very fast, and she was enjoying every second of it.

It felt so much better than she had fantasised. He felt solid, real and oh, so enticing. A thought managed to form in her head among all the Changbin fog clouding her brain. Something she’s wanted to do for a while, never allowing herself to indulge in it even as a joke or during a friendly banter. She sneaked her hand upwards, tangling in his hair. She enjoyed the soft feeling of the strands between her fingers briefly, and then, with determination, she tugged. 

It wasn’t enough to hurt, it even wasn’t enough to actually pull Changbin from her. And yet, he seemed to have been taken by surprise, an uncalculated moan escaping his lips as his head fell back with her motions, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck!” Changbin was breathless as swears fell from his lips.

“God, I’m sorry” She was not. Well, maybe just a bit.

“No, shit. No, don’t be sorry” Changbin lightly detached from her, putting some space between them to catch his breath. “I’m just too overcome with feelings. Too many of them”.

Her chest moved up and down with her heavy breaths. “Me, too”.

It was rare for her to do it, but she looked him in the eyes. Her thoughts floated in her head like a big pile of leaves in the wind as she looked at him. She paused for a second, wondering if she should speak freely or keep herself quiet to fit into what’s socially acceptable. 

“Please don’t think ill of me”, she said, settling on speaking freely, as this was Changbin, her Binnie she was talking with. 

“I would never”, and he meant it.

She licked her lips as she swallowed the last bit of caution down, “I want you to fuck me, Changbinnie”.

Changbin stared at her for a second. A half-huff half laugh escaped his lips and he grabbed her hand, his thumb lightly stroking her knuckles. “You sure?”

“Positive. One hundred percent. Zero hesitation”.

He let out an incredulous laugh, proclaiming ‘seriously, you’re gonna be the death of me’, before tugging her hand, guiding her to his bedroom.

As she returned from her memories, she felt Changbin move beside her. He lazily turned around, his naked chest now pressing against her back, one arm sneaking around her waist, the attached hand laying just shy below her breast.

“‘Morwning”, he said, sleep very evidently still looming over him.

“Good morning, Changbinnie”, she replied, putting her hand on top of his on her body.

“Mmm, I can get used to this”, his voice was groggy as he spoke. His lower body moved closer to hers, giving her the clear feeling of an erection against her ass. 

“Well, I sure hope so”, she replied, earning a sleepy chuckle behind her. 

“Mmm”, he just hummed, tightening his grip on her. “I’m still sleepy, and I don’t wanna wake up yet”.

“Then don’t, silly”, oh, she could definitely get used to this.

A few moments passed in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence, enjoying the warmth shared between their bodies. She thought Changbin was asleep by now, until he spoke once again.

“Can I put it in?” He emphasised his request with a slow grind of his hips against her, his eyes still closed. “I don’t think I can perform right now, but I just… want to put it in”.

She chuckled at that, they had been going at it all night. She was on birth control and they’d both been recently tested clean, so she had asked if he wanted to try it raw, to which he eagerly complied. She was grateful for the consent check anyway.

“Yes. You can, Binnie”.

She adjusted her position a bit for a better angle and comfort, he removed his hand from her body only to help guide his erection to her entrance. With a light push of his hips, he went all the way in, all the way possible in this position anyway, his hand returning to the spot below her breast.

“Mmmm, you’re so warm. So cosy”, he placed an appreciative kiss on her nape.

She just lightly chuckled at his comment.

Changbin fell asleep shortly after. She just laid there in his arms, next to him, around him. Her eyes closed, and her mind oscillating between being asleep and awake, only slightly aware of her plans for the day. Oh, she would definitely get used to this.

© therhythmafterthesummer 2022-2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

[jing-yuans-wife]

“What are you doing in my bed?”

"That's not your toothbrush, that's mine!" (Reader finds out they've been 'sharing' a toothbrush with a turt for MONTHS)

Lmao! Here we are again and Im just having a blast here!. So now for this feature I'm doing two written pieces. One is reader based in my Bayverse AU, and the other I must use my dorky OC Keiko the Maneki Neko or Lucky cat! In my Rise verse- well um kinda lucky in this case 🤣.

Now everyone remember the turtles are aged up here! No hate and no jealousy etc. Lets have fun!

Enjoy everyone!

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Bayverse AU:

It was a long day for you, the job was just so much more stressful than usual. The one thing you look forward to is your bed. However you had no idea what or who was waiting for you in your bed.

You come home to your quiet apartment, still neat as you left it. Making your usual cup of chamomile tea, you head to your room to read some of your favourite fics. Only there was one problem....RAPHAEL was in YOUR bed."Umm Raph? What are you doing here in my bed?."

He just gives you this mischivious look and gestures you come closer. Oh you did NOT trust him with your tea in your hands, so you placed it on the night stand. Next thing a strong arm sneaked around your waist and all but yanked you into his grip, he had you now in his cuddle grip and once that happens then good luck getting out of that."You need rest Doll, so I'm making sure of that." He all but stated while he was dozing off...well supposedly.

You sigh in defeat and allow him to cuddle you, he seemed to know when you are stressed or not. In a thought, you realised that the past few days you have been working overtime with little to no rest. "Can I at least get showered babe?." All you heard was an amused chuckle as he released you...for now. The only thing you could do was hurry up and get showered and dressed in your yoga pants and oversized shirt. He does not like your over sized shirt and you know it. In seconds you are in his arms again, and he is not letting you go until morning...or afternoon.

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ROTTMNT Universe:

It was morning time and as usual Leo was first up due to Raph been way too tired lately and needing extra sleep. A sleepy Keiko comes in and sighs,"Thats not your toothbrush its mine!."

Leo looks at the toothbrush a second then her, a rather mischivious grin spreading across his face. Then he takes out a brand new pink toothbrush that has not even been opened and hands it to her. The expression on her face was priceless, she realised that indeed she has been sharing his toothbrush unknowingly for MONTHS!.

"LEONARDO HAMATO!."

The chaos that ensued was all but rather amusing, Mikey had to help Leo from been caught and wrestled by Keiko. Oh these two dorks were adorable. Raph and Donnie stood in the doorway watching all this, Raph was just confused as Donnie snickered."Bet $50 Keiko kicks his ass."

Raph looked at Donnie mortified,"DONNIE!....$100 is more worth it."

Lets just say Keiko did end up with Leo in a headlock. Leo learned not to tick her off or embarrass her.

Note from Author:LMAO! Oh man this was epic. Its SFW no worries folks.

@turtle-babe83

@tinkabelle19

@sharpwindow

[babybearsnz]

hello, I saw that you also write romantic relationships, so I just couldn’t pass by... can I ask you to write a fic about minho and felix from stray kids, in which minho spent the whole day at home with his cats, but did not change his clothes when he returned to the dorm and began to cuddle with lix. Felix turned out to be allergic to cats, which Minho didn't know about. i need a lot of love please

Sweater paws and sneezes

Sickie: Felix

Caretaker: Minho

Relationship: Romantic

Minho’s pov:

I woke up to a small strange noise and rolled over in bed. When I opened my eyes, there was an empty dip in the mattress where Felix had been. I peeked at the clock on my bedside table, showing 1:02 in the morning, only a little over an hour since we had gone to bed.

Another noise coming from the bathroom reminded me that my boyfriend was missing. I rubbed my eyes and shuffled out of the room.

“Bubba?” I lightly knocked on the door. “You okay?” I opened it and poked my head inside.

Felix was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a wad of tissues pressed to his face. His nose was pink and I could see it twitch as he sniffled. Quickly opening the door the rest of the way, I rushed over to him.

“Jagiyah, have you been crying?” I handed him more tissues.

He shook his head, eyes fluttering shut. “hHASHuuh! ESSHhuu!”

“Oh, bless you.” I crouched down in front of him as he muffled another sneeze into the tissues. “Are you okay?”

He blew his nose. “I didn’t want to wake y-you, hehTCHheh!”

“No, no, don’t worry,” I assured him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” he hesitated and rubbed at his nose. “You’re covered in cat hair from earlier.”

I looked down at my shirt and sweatpants and I was indeed covered in hair after having visited my cats. “Oh, baby, I didn’t know you were allergic,” I said. “I’ll throw these in the wash right now and take a shower.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled and smiled slightly before shoving his face into another tissue. “ehTCHH! TCHhiee! hahTCHheh!”

“Bless you,” I cooed and put a hand on his cheek. It was cold to the touch. “Aish, you’re freezing! How long have you been in here?”

Felix shrugged. “5 minutes maybe.”

“Well you don’t even have a shirt on,” I laughed. “You should get back in bed and warm up.”

He shook his head. “I want to wait for you, M-Min.” He bent to the side, sneezing once more.

“Alright, alright.” I took his hand and moved him to sit on top of the toilet seat. “I’ll be right out,” I promised and climbed in the shower.

“haETSSHhu!”

I frowned, wetting my hair. “Did you take any meds yet?” No response. “Babe?”

“Oh,” he giggled. “I forgot you couldn’t see me and just nodded.”

I smiled and finished washing up, drying off and throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. I slid one of my hoodies over Felix’s head, making sure it was clean first. He shivered and sniffled before pressing the cuff of the sleeve to his nose.

“Let’s get you back in bed.” I wrapped an arm around him and we walked back to our bedroom.

“I don’t want to keep you up,” Felix mumbled. “haESHH! ISHhuu!” He muffled a couple of sneezes into his arm. When he brought his arm up, I noticed he had his hands in sweater paws. How adorable.

“No, it’s okay,” I insisted. “It’s not all that late yet anyway.”

Felix shrugged and curled up beside me, his head on my chest. “Well hopefully the meds make me sleepy soon.”

I kissed the top of his head. “You’re so cute.”

“All of a sudden?” He looked up at me and laughed.

I smiled back at him. “You’re always cute,” I replied. “But I was just thinking about it.”

The two of us giggled and Felix held a sweatshirt-covered hand up to his face, breath hitching, head never leaving its spot on my front. “hahetchh! hueshhu! eshhu!” I felt his body jerk slightly.

“Bless you, bubba.” I rubbed his back. “Sounds like you’re getting tired already.”

Felix sighed and relaxed into me. “Mm.”

“Okay, love, try and sleep.”