#and maybe a little pet bed to lay in while I wait for you 🥺

[rosicheeks]

Oh Rosie you can definitely be my stay home pet… I’ll fuck your mouth every fucking night when I get home!

🥺

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

can you (if requests are open) Write a fluff/smut of Steve rogers like maybe he comes back from a mission and Y/n missed him so much. 🥺

Relax With You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: All Steve wants to do is relax with his girlfriend.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (18+), language, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, cuddling, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵 I hope this is what you imagined🩷

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Stevie!” You practically squealed, jumping in Steve’s arms and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you so much.” You tell him.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Steve says, kissing your lips sweetly.

Steve gently put you back on the floor, leaving his arms wrapped around your waist and looking into your eyes deeply.

“You look tired.” You say, running your fingers through his hair.

“Just a little.” He says, kissing you.

“Why don’t you take a shower and we can cuddle and watch a movie.” You suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” He says, kissing you one more time.

You and Steve broke apart so he could take a shower. You sat on the bed and flipped through Netflix for a movie to watch, waiting patiently for Steve to get out of the shower. Your attention turns to the bathroom door when Steve opens it and walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel that hung low on his hips, droplets of water rolled down his muscular body. You couldn’t help but stare at him while biting your bottom lip.

“See something you like, honey?” Steve asks.

You hummed in response, nodding your head yes. Steve approached the bed. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip before kissing you passionately. His hands found the bottom of your -his- t-shirt and pulled it over your head, only to find out that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. His hands caressed the soft skin of your breasts, gently rubbing his thumbs across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips as your head tilted back. His hands left your breasts to roam your body, stopping at the waistband of your sleep shorts. You instinctively lifted your hips so he can take your shorts and panties off in one go. One of your hands tugged on the towel, letting it fall from his hips to the floor, revealing his hard cock. You laid back on the bed, laying your head on the pillow. Steve got on the bed in between your spread legs, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you passionately again. His lips moved across your jaw and down to your neck. His teeth lightly nipped at your skin, marking you up with hickeys.

“Stevie…” You whined.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Steve says against your neck.

“I want you.” You tell him.

Steve kissed your lips once more before lining his cock up at your tight entrance. He slowly slipped his cock inside of you, inch by inch causing you to gasp.

No matter how long you and Steve have been together and no matter how many times you two have had sex, you’re still not used to his size.

When Steve’s cock was deep inside of your pussy, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Steve’s hands found their way to your waist when he began thrusting. Your eyes fluttered shut, loving the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, moans of his name left your lips. Steve leaned his head down and kissed along the column of your throat. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails in his skin, making him slightly hiss at the feeling.

“Steve!” You moaned.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks in a moan.

“Faster please!” You begged.

Steve obeyed your command and began moving faster. Your jaw dropped, audible moans leaving your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back and pulled him closer to you. Steve’s lips found their way to yours and kissed you hungrily. You placed a hand on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Your fingers tugged on his hair, making him moan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss to moan when his tip hit your sweet spot.

“Right there! Right fucking there” You moaned loudly.

His cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. You arched your back in pleasure. Steve took the opportunity to kiss along your collarbones, making his way down to your breasts, kissing along the swells of them. His teeth lightly bit down on your skin causing you to moan and your cunt to clench around his cock.

“Ah fuck…” Steve moans.

One of his hands left your waist and made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Oh fuck, Steve! Please don’t stop!” You moaned.

You moaning his name encouraged him to pick up the pace with his thrusts and the rubbing on your clit. Your nails made red line marks on his back. Your orgasm started to build up the more he rubbed your clit and hit your sweet spot.

“Stevie…” You whimpered. “Please don’t stop! I’m going to cum.” You moaned.

“Give it to me, honey.” Steve pants. “Cum for me.” He says.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a pornographic moan of his name left your lips as you came. Steve fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He leaned his forehead leaned against your shoulder and his thrusts became sloppy when he felt his orgasm coming closer and closer.

“Oh fuck…” Steve moans as he came inside of you, panting your walls.

He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop. You two laid there, entangled in each other’s bodies while you guys’ breathing went back to normal. After a moment, Steve pulled out of you, making you whine. He got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the two of you up before getting back in bed and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled yourself against his side. Steve grabbed the remote from the nightstand and put on a movie.

“I’m happy that you’re home.” You say, looking up at him.

“Me too.” Steve says, smiling down at you.

“I love you, Stevie.” You say.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

[lace-coffin]

I’d love to see you write anything for Tommy Hewitt x a gender neutral/nonbinary reader 🥺 absolutely obsessed with the man and desperately need more content that isn’t written by me lol

I’d be totally happy to! This is how I feel abt Asa Emory stuff I’m like I need more that isn’t written by me lol < 3 totally pulled this idea out of my ass by the way, hope u enjoy!

Thomas Hewitt x nonbinary!Reader with a new pet

Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and trudging up the stairs, your partner Tommy appears from the basement, finally finished with his messy day job and ready to shower, change, groan and fall face first into the bed in that order.

He doesn’t make it much further than a few steps into the living room before you practically tackle him, throwing your arms around his chest, unable to actually reach his neck due to his height. Tommy can tell that something has you more excited than normal as you rock back and forth on your feet.

“How’s it going big guy?! Get all your stuff finished down there?” You beam at him, wide toothy smile on display

Your partner nods a quick yes before plonking his head on top of yours like a large clingy dog. You stand like this for a while, breathing each-other in and having some well deserved skin to skin after a busy day on the farm. Pulling away much to Tommys displeasure you place a quick kiss on his knuckles to placate him for the time being.

“How about you go get cleaned up and I might just have a surprise for you..”

Tommy visibly perks at this, suddenly a man on a mission, he’s up the stairs before you can even blink.

Ah.

If only he knew it wasn’t one of ‘those surprises’

“Y/n come get this damn thing! Before I ring its fucking neck!” Hoyt screams from down the hallway. That would be your cue to leave.

Speed walking down the hallway you enter the dining room and a stifle a laugh behind your hand. On Hoyt’s lap lays Tommy’s surprise. Well more a treat for yourself that’s going to become part of his daily life too, but he doesn’t have to know that. Sitting is maybe an understatement, more flapping its wings and consequently slapping your uncle in law (?) in the face repeatedly.

With an awkward cough you come to his rescue, briskly walking over and lifting the feathered assailant into your arms, petting over its chest to try calm it.

“Shit I’m so sorry! I promise this is the last time you ever have to hold em if you don’t wanna!”

“It better fucking be” he deadpans, spitting out a chicken feather.

Grinning you move the pair of you (you and the chicken) to the living room, slumping down into the chair and positioning said chicken comfortably in your lap, waiting for Tommy to return.

Heavy thumping signals his arrival, excited footsteps move quickly in your direction and your handsome partner comes into view. Before he can even get a grunt out you’re thrusting the chicken into his face.

“Surprise!!!!!” You scream, pushing the chicken into his face, not really leaving any room for him to see in your excitement. Fumbling for a moment he takes the avian in hand and holds it at arm length, looking over it carefully before flickering his gaze between the two of you quizzically.

“Her name is Millie!! Isn’t she the cutest!” You almost scream.

He pauses for a moment, slowly nodding again and patting his large hand over Millie’s head. You’d always been a strange thing, catching Tommy’s eye since the start. floating outside of the gender boundaries without a care in the world, at this point with all the stunts you’ve pulled since beginning your relationship the chicken isn’t as big of a surprise as it should be.

“She’s lovely..is she staying here?” Tommy signs, a little confused but overall pretty taken by the chicken.

“Yeah! Is that ok? She was so attached to me every time I went to feed them and the other chickens kept picking on her” you pause, frowning.

“So I thought maybe we could keep her as an indoor pet?” You say, hope plastered on your face. How could he say no to that? He’d do anything to make you smile, even if that meant rooming with a farm animal apparently.

“I’m happy to take care of her, just keep her out of the kitchen, mama won’t like the mess” he signs, nuzzling his nose into the chickens soft feathers.

Months later down the line and it’s like Millie has always been a part of the family, she even has a fancy little cushion in the corner of the living room to lounge on when the family is watching tv.

True to your word she is kept out of the kitchen, Luda wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of keeping a farm animal inside but with all the other uh..unsanitary things that go on in this house it wasn’t like she had a leg to stand on, besides, Millie makes a great lap warmer when Luda crochets.

A handful of times you’ve even caught her nestled down on Hoyt’s chest, rumbling happily as he drunkenly snores open- mouthed on the sofa on a warm evening.

Some mornings you’re rudely awakened by impatient pecking at the wooden door, small holes in the grain as evidence of that. Millie is very particular about her food and refuses to wait, her and Tommy have that in common.

[romanestuffsposts]

Can you possibly do one where their litte one faints? ❤️🥺

I absolutely love your page! You are such a great writer! 💖💖💖

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much sweetie! I'm so happy you love it <33

Of course i'll do it! I hope you like how I write it ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : fainting, diziness, comfort, kisses, pet names, cuddles, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : It wasn't your day... Neither was theirs..

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Every time you stand up from the couch to go grab a drink or something to eat in the kitchen you feel dizzy. But since the feeling ends after a few seconds, you drop it.

You start to worry when the dizziness is felt even when you're laying or sitting on the couch. You decide to go see your Daddies in their office, maybe you feel that way because you miss them ?

You close your eyes and take a hold of the wall when it starts to get too much for you. You slowly make your way toward their office, grimacing and whimpering at the horrible feeling.

After minutes of you holding the walls to help you staying on your feet you finally are in front of their office's door. You don't knock like they usualy want you to but open the door right away.

Both of their head snap up at the door opening in not a calm way and are ready to scold you for not knocking and not be gentle while coming in but they don't have the time to get a word out of their mouths that they see you falling on the ground.

They rush toward you and Steve immediately goes to feel your pulse. Bucky looks at him with worried eyes as he hold your hand while waiting and sigh in relief when Steve nods at him "she just fainted. Nothing more"

"what do we do ?"

"We'll go rest her on the bed and i'll call Bruce to know what to do" Steve calmly says. In the inside he's in panic total but he has to show otherwise on the outside because Bucky needs someone who doesn't panic and you need it too.

Bucky takes you in his arms and goes upstairs while Steve follows closely behind with his phone glued to his ear. Bruce told him to lie you on the bed on your side incase you get sick and he said to not leave your side.

You'll be shaken up when you woke up and it'll be better if people you know and trust were by your side at that moment.

Your Daddy lies you on the bed and turns you on your side, facing where they are. Steve takes two chairs and rests them beside the bed while Bucky brings the cover above your body.

"What do we do now ?" Bucky asks, fidgeting with his fingers, his elbows are resting on his knees as his eyes are glued to you. He's scared to miss something if he blinks or if he looks away.

"we're careful about her stage, we stay by her side like Bruce said and if there's anything we call him over" Steve says, resting a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder.

Now they just have to wait

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It's been an hour and a half now that you're laying on the bed and it just seems like you're sleeping which reassure Bucky. He lefts two minutes to bring a glass of cold water for when you woke up and it was already too long for him.

Steve didn't left the room, he spent the whole time walking around the room. He couldn't stay on his chair longer, he was too nervous and stressed out to stay sit.

The glass of water rest patiently on the nightstand while your Daddies are by your side, waiting not so patiently for you to open your beautiful eyes. At one point, Bucky went to lie behind you and wrapped his arms around you because he thought that feeling something you feel everything and that make you feel better on other day will help but he didn't saw anything change.

He reassures himself by saying that he felt you relaxing in his arms but he isn't sure so it stress him more.

Steve tried to reassure him but being stressed out himself, it's not easy to reassure someone else when you need to be too.

Steve is now readjusting your pillow when he feels you moving. He snaps his head down at you with hope in his eyes but doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to give false hope at Bucky if it was nothing.

But his smile grows up and his tears start to get seen when you open your eyes. He kneels down so his face is at the same level as yours and stroke your hair "hi princess" he whispers. He doesn't want to be too loud because he doesn't want to shake you too much.

Even if Steve whispered, Bucky heard it and is now quickly beside Steve, his knees on the ground too. He smiles down at you as you take your time to come back "my sweet baby" he whispers, his lips against your forehead.

After some seconds or minutes, you stop struggling and look up at your Daddies who have still their smiles on their faces "how are you feeling, sweet thing ?" Your Papa asks, his hands stroking yours.

"thisy" you mumble and Bucky is quick to grab the glass "you'll need to sit for drink, baby. You think you can do that for us ?" he gently asks. You whimper and shake your head.

Bucky looks at Steve when he stands up and watches him lifting you to rest you on a sitting position. Steve sits behind you and rests your back against his chest. You immediately melt into him.

Bucky goes sit in front of you on the mattress "do you want to drink by yourself or do you need Daddy's help ?" he asks, running the tip of his free fingers on your ankle who is beside him

"you help, pease" you ask and he nods. He scoops closer and brings the glass at your lips. You drink slowly and is happy that your Daddy doesn't give you too much water in one go because you're still too weak to drink faster.

"are you hungry ?" your Papa asks, stroking your little belly. You nod and at the same time Steve feels your stomach gurgling under his hands making him laugh "how about a soup sounds ?" he asks resting his chin on your head.

He feels you nod under his chin "wanna soup pease"

Bucky kisses your nose and leaves the bed "i'll go get it for you, little one" he says and rests the glass back on the mattress "be wise with Papa while i'm gone" he teases making you giggle.

Both men smile at that sound and all the worries they felt a few minutes earlier disappear.

It's just the three of you now, no more bad feelings. Just happy one to make you feel better and make you forget what happened earlier in the day

[rivangel]

As always, I miss Trans!Levi. I’m obsessed. Sorry. It’s your fault though and I love it 💕

If you feel like it, would you write something cute? It’s getting cold so I wanna cuddle up with him and caress his back and rub my fingers through his hair 🥺🌻

absolutely yes... kinda got carried away tho... and added some extra smut <3 also: canonverse. also: includes this hc.

//vague references to gender dysphoria, ftm!Levi, female terms for female genitals + male terms in dialogue

For the most part, Levi doesn't like cold weather. It reminds him of when winter came to the Underground, turning it into an icebox, when the cold didn't mean warm hearths and snowflakes drifting down to kiss the ground—it meant death. Expeditions are put on hold in the winter months because the ODM gear tends to malfunction, and in preparation for new recruits come springtime, but besides all that, there's nothing to do and no family to visit for Levi, so HQ is empty except for a few lost souls. Sunlight can't be found most days, not behind the heavy cloudcover coloring the sky a tired grey. Winter makes him depressed, for the most part.

Except... he feels more comfortable in his body when he can adorn it in layers of cotton and wool, and these slow, meandering days while winter marches on means he wakes up with you, like this.

He blinks the sleepy film from his eyes, and doesn't feel the need to hurry. You're warm and familiar to his side and underneath, sleeping peacefully. He breathes in time with the lazy rise and fall of your breast underneath his temple, your chin touching the crown of his head, and he feels himself shiver—not because of the cold, but a feeling both frightening and cherished by him. The blankets are so toasty that he can sense to the minor coolness touching his face, uncovered.

This wakes him up a little more, and so he brings his hand—previously tucked under his chin in his sleep—and lays it across your middle. A silver dawn peeks in through the curtains.

He yawns as silently as possible, and glances over his shoulder. Your arm lies by your side. After a cursory glance at your peaceful face, he picks it up and drapes it over his shoulder. He is more comfortable than before.

Maybe he dozes. The next time he drifts to the surface of his mind, it's because of the slow drag of your hand drawing circles, rubbing the back of his pullover.

"You awake?"

Your voice is soft, as insignificant as a snowflake touching the ground, he imagines, and he nods, and curls up closer against your side.

"'Morning," he mumbles, and clears his throat so it's possible to deepen it more. "'Morning. How long've you been awake?"

"Just for a little bit."

"Mm." He doesn't like the idea of you waiting for him to wake up. As he pulls the duvet higher, up to his chin, he rests his cheek on your shoulder so you can be warmer too.

Nothing more needs to be said. He feels his mind sink back into that shallow state of sleep as your palm finds the nape of his neck, and he sighs, loosening up even more. It relaxes him like he doubts relaxes anyone else, makes him feel dazed in a way he senses is unnatural, but cannot bring himself to care. Your thumb plays at the field of tiny, prickly hairs at the base of his skull. Tufts of his hair stick up every which way.

"Does that feel nice?"

"Mm," he hums again. He's feeling talkative now. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good... You must have too, if I woke up before you."

"Maybe," he murmurs, slurring it. He likes your hand there. The answer is actually a resounding yes.

The softest of chuckles shake your frame as your fingers drift further up still, and card through his hair, petting down the parts that curled up in the night. Your rubbing smooths into gentle massaging. He sighs, soft and slow.

"I wanna stay like this for a little bit," you comment. "Maybe it'll warm up a little later."

"Doubt it," he replies, meaning to say, longer than a little.

Either way... winter means you can spend this time in bed all morning. He can't say he totally hates the cold weather.

extra

Time expands and stretches out as the morning ages, filled with occasional chatting or breathy chuckles, and your comforting weight pressed up against his back. It makes him feel safe, in a trembling way—not so much like he needs you there, but that he can't have you anywhere else.

His head is turned while you exchange slow kisses, but it's easier to let his head sink into the pillow while your lips wander around his neck. You hold hands, loosely clasped over his middle.

"Let me leave a mark," your honeyed voice speaks by his ear. "Please?"

For professional reasons, that's usually off-limits. It's never that he doesn't want you to, never that he doesn't want to, but it's best not to risk someone seeing.

But, one of his (your) turtlenecks would easily cover it, and this time of year it's unlikely anyone will see, anyway. He angles his neck to give you more room, and sighs as your tongue makes a brief appearance, sinking your teeth in. Pleasant chills rise up on the back of his neck, and spark his lower half.

He finds it takes more effort he doesn't care to put in to bury the sounds that rise up, so he sighs with the slightest trace of a whine, then moans, remembering to make his voice low.

The light sucking motions of your mouth turn firmer. You hum in response.

Your fingers lightly graze his stomach, the packed muscles lightly twitch. He senses the unspoken question you're asking, and drags your hand upwards.

“I think,” he explains in a mumble. Maybe it's the oversized pullover he wore to bed, maybe it's luck. But he doesn't get to choose which days are less dysphoric than others.

Your fingers spread and explore upwards, still slightly guided by his hand. A small kiss is pressed to the spot just under his ear, in understanding or just a way to say, I'm happy for you.

It feels good. His breast taken in your warm palm. At first, you hold it just to feel its gentle weight, and squeeze, as if this was the first time—to explore the way it feels. It's not, but it's rare that he's okay with being touched here. He's surprised himself.

His clit throbs as you flick his nipple up into a hard point. Heavier breaths escape him, his eyes close as this happens. If he feels it more, it's easier to escape thinking about it too much. It's easy to disregard currently unnoticed, but sour thoughts.

You press his nipple between your thumb and forefinger. His head nods back, closing in on your mouth. It feels good, but he feels himself inching closer and closer into a need for more. His hand leaves yours, and feels up the other one, which up to this point has gone neglected. Shiver. Wherever your tongue goes leaves a wet streak in its wake, which cools quickly.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Levi mumbles weakly. He massages it, flicks his nipple to find it already hard. A whispered whine slides up his throat.

Your kissing pauses, and you speak against his skin. "Feel okay?"

"Need more," he replies, and as he says it, he squeezes his thighs together. It's just enough to satisfy some ache and fuel his desire at the same time.

You never pull the attention to yourself this morning, which makes him feel somewhat guilty, but then again, you have the whole morning... and maybe a little longer than that.

It's easy to put this out of his mind as you kiss the shell of his ear and tell him to lift his hips. The position doesn't change—you work together and tug his soft trousers, his briefs, down his waist and thighs, to his knees, where he pries them free of his ankles. Still under the covers.

"Keep touching yourself for me," you tell him in a whisper.

He nods. His hand remains as yours disappears, and the nervous anticipation has risen high in him by the time your palm slides over his mound. He hitches one leg up to give you more space, and it's then that it hits him how wet he is. Your palm flattens on his lips, doing nothing at first but applying pressure. Your kissing becomes distracted.

His breath shakes. It's a little embarrassing.

"More. C'mon..." He tilts his hips to deepen the pressure, and grinds.

You give him everything he asks this morning. Your forefinger dips into his slit and slides through the length of it. "You deserve it, baby. Feel how hard you are for me?"

Levi locks his throat so the noise he makes isn't so embarrassing, breathing hastily. He works his breast with firm squeezes. "Mm—Mhm."

"You really are..." You sound a little breathless yourself. Taking wetness from his slit, three fingers spread it around his swollen clit, and stay, rubbing in deep circles.

"Ah—" A small moan escapes him. He needs something to hold onto, and grips the pillow by his head with his hand that's free. "Oh... Shit..."

"That's it," you praise. "I love seeing you like this."

His swift breaths rise into little gasps, matching the way you rub back and forth. His pussy quivers around nothing, until he just can't stand the empty feeling.

"More," he requests, whispering. "Need it. Put them inside."

Your fingers rake his clit, sweeping and firm a final time, then retreat down. "Can you keep touching it for me?"

"...Yes," he says after some thought. Guiding him, telling him what to do, he's always liked that. He loosens his grip on the pillow, and adjusts to make room both for your arm and his fingers.

His teeth sink into his lip as you push two inside. Your hot breaths beat on his neck.

"Fuck," he breathes. It flutters.

You work them inside with a few experimental thrusts, getting them soaked. It's hard to focus his hands on two places at once, so he keeps his nipple loosely pinched as he strokes his clit, and the attention to three places at once fuels his squirming. His head pushes into the pillow.

"Like it?" you whisper. A gasp is punched from his chest when they curl. "You're getting so tight..."

"Like it," he confirms tightly. "So... much."

One more slides in next to the other two, stretching him deliciously. The muffled squelching noises join his panting, and the hitched, sweet moans he just can't seem to quiet as his voice gets higher. Pleasure sharp and overwhelming rises... rises... "Faster," he groans. "Close. Getting close."

"Good boy." You encourage him by curling your fingers. The squelching sounds are obscenely loud now. They piston inside him to the bottom knuckle.

"Please please please," he mumbles, not knowing what for. He works his clit at a blinding speed. The sound of your name on his tongue is begging.

"I've got you, Lev'... Come on them. Let it go, baby."

It hits him hard and without warning, his climax. His fingers stutter and he draws tense for a single moment before a moan much louder than any of the others so far spills out of him. Your other arm slips around him to pin violent convulsions still, praising him, hammering your fingers in and out as his cunt throbs and squeezes them tight.

He shakes even as the waves begin to quell, but don't retreat. Soft, then hard and desperate moans fall out of his gaping mouth as he comes hard, making it last longer.

"Good boy, so good baby, that's it..."

The last of his energy sapped, he drops back down on his side, lasting out those last gentle waves on your slowing fingers until he's finished, panting. You work them out, and he stares for a moment, stunned by the strings of white gush painting your fingers.

He grunts, and closes his eyes. At once, the blankets seem hotter, but still not overwhelmingly so. Momentarily, your weight vanishes. He hears the whispered pull from the tissue box. As soon as you're close enough again, like before, he makes himself comfortable there, gripping your wrist as a signal to hold him.

"You okay?" you ask over his shoulder.

"Mhm." The mess between his legs is immense, he's pleasantly drowsy, but still horny. "How about you lay down... and we go again?"

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Can you do chloe x reader smut and it'll be reader's first time and she's a bit scared so chloe being really soft and gentle and some fluff after please🥺🥺🥺

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, soft and fluffy smut, more fluff, LOTS of pet names, AFAB reader, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), mentions of pain, loss of virginity, hickies?, makeout session, top!chloe, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it's 4am and I'm just finishing this lol thank you for the rq I hope you enjoy! much love <333

Chloe had never been a romantic, but she tried. Especially for you.

"Will it hurt?" You asked quietly, messing with your fingers while hurriedly glancing up at her.

You felt small in only your t-shirt and a pair of white panties. Usual loungewear for you both if she hadn't been stripped down to her undergarments as well as looking at you with lustful eyes.

Excitement laced behind her pupils.

She couldn't wait to make you feel good, staring at you like a giddy puppy.

"I mean a little bit." This made you shrivel up not going unnoticed by Chloe whose eyes went wide. "Not that bad though, I'll be easy I promise. You're gonna love it."

You stared at her with a blank expression, raising an eyebrow after a second.

"You sound like a teenage boy."

She snorted at the statement, falling down onto the bed, laying on her stomach while staring up at you.

"I promise you'll like it." She winked getting you to shyly look away and your face to heat up. "What happens if I don't?" "Then we can watch a movie and pretend it never even happened." She shrugged making you look at her in surprise.

"Just like that?" "Just like that."

You bit your lips, seeing her eyes flicker down to watch your mouth.

"Be easy." "I'm very delicate, thank you." You scoffed playfully, shaking your head. "Not the time Chlo." "It's always the time hotstuff. Especially with you around."

Her face slowly inched closer to yours, smiling as you avoided her eyes again and again as she moved in. Letting her minty gum refreshed breath fan your wet lips.

"You sure about this?" Chloe questioned, staring into your eyes as you nodded. "Mhm, fully."

It didn't take Chloe a second to pull you in, kissing you so hard she sucked the breath from your body making your mind hazy and your body go hot.

"You taste good." Chloe muttered against your lips, pulling away to see your clouded and foggy eyes. "So do you." "There she is." She teased hearing your remark, watching you lean towards her to catch her in another kiss.

The way her hands slowly crept up your legs was enough to make you squirm in place and lean farther towards her.

Her hand moving up to grab your face, getting up to sit on her knees.

Slowly pushing you back onto the mattress covered in soft purple sheets.

Chloe was closed off, always had been after what she went through but if you got close enough to her though, then maybe you'd get to see a different side of her, the side that tried her absolute best to make everything perfect for today.

Having actually cleaned her room up a bit and did her bed.

Sweet talked you the whole day to make you feel less nervous, the girl that'd brought you dinner earlier and flirted with you while you ate in her truck with the ocean as a view.

And now was going as slow as possible, touching you lightly and dragging her feet as to not rush you or make you uncomfortable.

"Mind taking this off pretty?" You looked down at her tugging at your shirt, knowing you had nothing underneath it.

You nodded, sitting up and steadily peeling the white cloth from your body, setting it aside revealing your chest to her. Not daring to look into her eyes – almost afraid of what you'd see.

But instead her blue hair came back into view, kissing your neck and jaw and down to the area above your boobs. Glancing up at you.

"How's that?" "I like it." You said too quiet for her to hear. "Hm?" She hummed. "I like it." Your words came out a bit louder making her smile.

"What about..." she trailed down, kissing the swell of your breasts while meeting your eyes. "..this?" You nodded.

She them moved to your nipple, taking a second to lightly lick over the bud. Watching each little microreaction that you had. Every little sound that would breathily pass your lips as your back arched just the slightest off the bed.

"What about that?" She teased knowing by the way you stared down at her face that you were in fact enjoying every second. "Mhm."

Her one hand played with your nipple her mouth on the other, another hand caressing your hip as you let out little hums. Her tongue swirling around your little nub.

"I want more." She heard you whisper, coming off your boob and kissing down your stomach. "Like what?" "Chloe..." She pouted tilting her head. "You gotta tell me what you want."

Your legs almost mindlessly pushed open, trying to get rid of the strong ache between them. The pain that began to override the want for her.

"I want you to touch me." As Chloe's fingers grabbed the sides of your underwear band, her nails tickled your hips while she dragged them down your thighs. A smirk finding its way on her lips.

"Where?"

You whined as the air hit your soaked cunt, pulling your knees up without even thinking, just wanting some sort of contact.

"You know where." "You gotta show me." She said, her hand moving to rub your tummy just above where she knew you needed her most.

You took her hand off your belly and moved it down to hover right above your heat, quickly pulling your own hands away.

"There." You muttered, shyly glancing away a few times as she slowly ran her fingers around your clit. Circling the very sensitive bud.

The little breaths and small noises passed your lips, pushing your hips towards Chloe as she tested the waters. Staring you down the entire time her fingers played with your clit.

"That feel good hotstuff?" You nodded as you began to pout, grinding towards her as she began picking up her pace. "Yeah?" You hummed nodding your head faster. "Mhm – please go faster–" "You got it babe."

You could feel her other hand pushing your thigh back, keeping her grip while her head slowly lowered towards your pussy. Licking her lips while keeping her gaze on yours the entire time.

"Can I kiss you?" You stared at her a bit confused, mouth hung open just the slightest at the way her finger pushed against your bud. "Yeah.."

She moved in a bit faster than before, pressing a little peck to your clit, then another. Another after that feeling your lower half jump towards her mouth each time.

"More Chloe–" You felt her tongue move up your slit from your hole to your clit. A louder moan tumbling from your mouth, back coming off the bed as you pushed hard against her mouth.

"Chloe–" You cried out, thighs squeezing her head while your ran through her faded blue locks of hair. "How's that feel pretty girl?" "Good, really good..." You could feel her laugh against your cunt, continuing her messy eating while her fingers began to tease at your hole.

"It might sting a little, you think you can handle it?" Shyly you glanced at her with a tiny nod. "Let me hear you say it." "Yes. Be easy though." She smiled, "always."

You could feel her kitten licking your clit, her smile widening as your moans began to pick up once more.

Pushing her finger in slowly she heard you you hiss and let out another noise of pleasure from her mouth still latched to your pussy.

"Chloe– It hurts.." "I know, I know." Her hand ran up and down your thigh, letting her finger sit knuckle deep in your cunt. Kissing your clit to ease the pain.

"You want me to move?" She could see your body beginning to relax one more, taking a few deep breaths. Chloe's hand then dipped under your leg and hiked it up onto her shoulder. Grabbing your hand and resting it beside your hip.

"Yes please." "You're adorable." You didn't get much more time to say anything back feeling her begin to pump in and out of your hole. Moving slowly against your wet walls until she could see the pain beginning to disappear from your face.

"That feels good..." Chloe hummed, going just the slightest bit faster. "That feels really good – Chloe..." The way your thighs began to shake along with the way your cunt clenched around her finger made her grin like a love-drunk moron.

"Oh yeah hotstuff?" She pushed another finger in making you stretch more than you ever had. Grimacing once more while her mouth distracted you as best as she could. Chloe's hand squeezing yours back when you grabbed tight.

"You're doing really good." "Oh... please more –"

The slow and sweet pace soon began to disappear, her fingers picking up and her mouth becoming much harsher. Trying to push you towards the tipping point you so desperately cried out for.

Pushing back against you and sucking on your clit, rubbing against your gushy walls and special spot.

"Chloe– I can't –" "Let go, cum on my fingers." A strangled moan pushing from your throat filling up the room and all she could think about was how amazing you sounded. Trying to push more out of you.

"I can't–" You all but screamed, clenching as the pleasure circled your little clit sending waves up your body. Skin going hot and body sweaty.

"You did so good." Tears pricked your eyes, looking down at her through a sheer layer of water. Closing your legs once she sat up and licked her lips once more.

Kissing your cheek while you slowly came back down.

"I liked it." "Yeah?" She laughed a bit, caressing your cheek while you smiled and nodded. "But I'm tired now." Chloe snorted once more, kissing your neck and over her previous marks that were made along the hours of the day. And even in the days prior, making sure to give you all the attention she could during the week.

Her hand pet your sweaty forehead, the other again holding yours. Knowing you were unwilling to let her go just yet.

"You want water?" You nodded. "I'll clean you up, make sure you're nice and pretty." She could see the bashful expression grow on your face, looking away from her while she walked off.

She returned not a moment later seeing you all cuddled up on her pillow, cheek squished against the soft plush object. Eyes opening slowly.

Handing you a water bottle she cleaned you up while you took a few sips. Grabbing you each time the sensitivity made you jump away. Leaning towards her the whole time she dressed you back up in some of her clean clothes.

"You're so beautiful." To anyone else you were you, but to Chloe she stared at you like you were a shiny piece of gold in the middle of the Great Depression. Kissing your cheek roughly enough to smoosh it, giggles erupting from your lips.

"Chloe..."

"Love you hot stuff." "I love you more."

"Yeah fucking right."

Chloe was romantic, but only for you.

[jd-loves-fiction]

OMG I LOVE YOUR EVENT SOBS

can I please request taming hanma ! Ik he’d be so smug and cocky at first but we wouldn’t want a disobedient pet now 🙁

🦊 I'M SO GLAD HUN🥺. Honestly you hit the jackpot for me with this one, because everytime i see Hanma, my brain just wants to bully him, i usually do that with antagonists for some reason 🙃

◈ Little Big Brat ◈

◈ genre: smut

◈ pairing: Hanma x fem!reader

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Maybe choosing Hanma as your pet wasn't the greatest idea you're ever had, but then again, they did warn you.

But the moment you saw him, smirking with that fire in his eyes and that fluffy tail swirling leisurely, you had to have him. The lady at the store had warned you of his behavioral issues and of his extensive history of previous owners who brought him back after 3 days at best, the moment your eyes locked with his.

That information only served to tug on your heartstrings, and increase your curiosity.

So despite all the warning signs, you took him in, so really, you should've seen it coming. The disobedience, brattiness, constant mischief, he's a fox hybrid after all.

But you handled it well, until now.

"Shuji! How many times do I have to tell you to clean after yourself?!" You shout out, hoping that the hybrid in question hears your furious tone from wherever he's at. “Get over here damn it!”

“Someone did not have a good day.” He taunts in that mocking tone of his, grinning wolfishly wide as he stalks towards you.

“And whose fault is that?”

“No clue. Do I look like a telepath to you?” He shrugs with a smirk. His tone is nonchalant, as if he’s completely innocent and has absolutely nothing to worry about, but his expression says something very different.

You're usually more lenient with Hanma, bit not this time, you're far too stressed to let this go, "Get over here and clean up the mess you made. Right now."

He sits himself comfortably on the couch, eyeing a pile of books and papers strewn about on the floor, no doubt from him knocking them down some time ago, "Oooh! Look at you. Being all scary. Or trying, anyway."

He lays back after he finishes, closing his eyes as if going for a nap. You can feel your blood boiling.

But before it can spill over and explode, you take a deep breath, knowing how to handle Hanma. Knowing that giving him a reaction like that is just what he wants.

"Fine, no dinner for you. Cook it if you want it." You realize it's cruel, but you need to discipline him somehow. Even if foxes are meant to be wild, no one likes a misbehaved pet.

"What? No no no. Wait," he dashes up after you as you leave the room to walk to your bedroom, tugging on your sleeve and making himself seem smaller, "do you really mean that? You can't do that to me!"

"Well, if you can't pull your own weight, why should I do it for you?" You'd almost take the glimmer in his eyes as understanding if you had more time to process it, but soon enough you're grasping his collar and yanking him closer to your face by it, easily bringing him to your level as he's caught off guard.

"You wanna be bad? Then be bad. But just know, I'm not tolerating it anymore." You tell him sternly, letting go of his collar to continue walking to the bedroom, knowing you have him where you want him when you hear his loud footsteps behind you.

“You can’t be serious! I was only joking.”

“Yeah? Then, go back, clean up the mess you made and come back here. I’ll decide what to do once you do. Because I'm not amused." You reply to his pleading, sitting on the bed with a sort of finality to your movements. Rolling his eyes to try and get some superiority back, he does as you ask, finally, while you make some preparations.

Hanma walks back to the room to find you sitting smugly on the bed, yellow collar dangling off your finger coyly, "Do I need to?" he questions desperately. He never did like the collar.

"Do you want to prove to me that you're sorry?" He gives a tiny, timid nod, before he sits patiently between your legs.

You rub a finger down his cheek before reaching forward to place the collar around his neck, noticing his grimace. Although you do see the effort he's putting in, he's still being a brat and therefore, no lesson learned.

"Get on the bed, foxy." You can see his throat bob as he swallows, doing as you say with his fluffy black tail between his legs.

He lays himself down on his front, plopped down as if ready to go for a nap, before receiving a harsh tug to his full tail, which makes him whimper as he holds it close to his body protectively. “Clothes, off. And get on your back.”

Your stern words make him work quickly, but not before scoffing quietly like a brat.

The moment you hear the gust of air escape, you’re hooking your finger under his yellow leather collar, careless to the ruthless way your nail scratches at his delicate skin, turning it red immediately, “That’s it.”

Using your grip, you throw him on the bed, able to throw his off balance due to surprise and the closeness to the bed. You stare down at him coldly, noting his sly smirk as you yank off his shirt, damn near tearing it off his body. 

Hanma seems to flex his muscles for you, still in the mood for joking despite your clear frown as you continue to undress him. You finish the task quickly and quietly, throwing the clothing behind you carelessly.

Once you’re done, you dig your nails into his shoulders to hold him down against the bed, staring down at him with a stare so cold it makes him gulp when he sees it, “I’m not going to lie, you’re attitude usually amuses me. But not today. I feel like I’ve given you long enough to learn your lesson by yourself, and you haven’t done it so I must teach it myself.”

He simply blinks up at you wordlessly, trying and failing to figure out what you plan to do. You graze your nails down his chest, watching as the skin prickles with shivers as you move lower, towards his hard member, laid against his hard abdomen, bobbing with each deep breath.

As your touch reaches it, it turns light as a feather, more of a graze of your fingertips rather than a grasp as they wrap around it. As his hips attempt to buck up into your light grip, you dig your nails sharply into one of his prominent hipbones, keeping him down with a wince and a pout.

You continue to tease Hanma, ghosting even your knuckles all around his cock while his large, fluffy ears twitch between standing up defiantly and flattening against his hair in compliance. You watch as tears begin to gather in his golden eyes, just waiting for them to spill over along with his desperation to just feel you around him, warm and wet.

Oh god, he can feel his eyes start to glaze over.

“You’ve been a very bad foxy, dear. And you know how this is supposed to go - I can only give you what you want, when you start acting like a good little pet, if it’s not all the time. It only needs to be when it really counts, like right now.” You coo softly, briefly pressing your thumb just under his quickly reddening head to make his breathing stutter with a gasp, "Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes!" He splutters, exhaling sharply at the sudden stimulation, nearly overwhelming after so long of nothing, "Wow, see? It wasn't that hard. And now, I get to spoil you."

Lesson learned.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

No more hurting Justin today please, but I hope we can still send in thots anyways😩 Idk how you managed to make me fall in love with him so fast, but I'm in such a soft mood rn. I can't stop imagining Justin getting to choose something as a reward for being an extra good baby boy this week (a trip to the zoo, getting ice cream, etc.) and all he wants is to cuddle with his Mommy🥺 So he gets a whole afternoon of kisses and cuddles, Mommy would run her fingers through his soft hair, and he would be so clingy and whiny but satisfied😭

YES 👏 NONNIE 👏

I am so heckon soft right now and I just wanna curl up and be cuddled and told everything will be okay 😭 (Thot™ are always accepted at Sloth HQ, but I answer them at my own discretion 😅)

This is the face a soft boi who needs cuddles. That's why we love him 😭💙

If Justin got to pick a reward for being so good, maybe he ends the spring semester with a 4.0 and Mommy is ready to spoooooiiilllllllll him rotten. I think he might choose a trip to the zoo cause let's be honest he is a baby boy who loves animals.

(I'm gonna make a more firm decision on Mommy's age/looks and say she looks young for her age. If that's even firm at all 🙃)

Spoiled Rotten

Warnings: FLUFF, mommy kink, sub/little/puppy space references, pda, MDlb, biting/marking, possessive behaviours, making out

🐶🐶🐶

The sun was just peeking through the curtains, much too early for the usual alarm to go off. Justin grumbled when your hand wove through his hair, gently waking him up. He grabbed your hand to hold but refused to open his eyes. It wasn’t wake-up time yet. Just a few more minutes.

“C’mon, puppy, today’s the day,” you cooed before pressing a kiss into his temple. “You wake up and I’ll get your clothes.”

He heard the rustling through his drawers, through his closet, but snuggled in deeper until he felt them drop on to his bed. Justin rubbed his eyes and slowly got up. It was difficult keeping the pout off his lips though. With summer break here and you working from home most days, Justin had grown used to slower mornings in his pajamas and cuddles with Mommy before getting up up. You set his glasses on his face and smiled at him. He made a soft pouty noise but you were quick to kiss it away. Justin sighed into it, gripping the edge of your shorts. That familiar warmth in his tummy blooming and making him feel all sweet. You rubbed his ears and kissed his forehead one more time. 

On his bed were some of his favorite clothes, ones that made him feel just right in his skin, just right in the world he’s built with you and around you. From the zebra print on his shirt sleeves and down to the tiny penguins marching on his boxer briefs, it was all laid out for today’s special trip. His special date with Mommy to the zoo, a reward for all the hard work in his first year at college. He was anxious about the shorts, not his usual ones, these ones were shorter, laying mid-thigh exposing him to the world. During the drive over to the city when your hand rested on his sun-warmed skin, everything about today finally washed over him and he relaxed into the card ride. Today was going to be a good day. 

While waiting in line to go through the security and the ticket checkpoint, Justin’s excitement began to bubble up and out of him. He felt elated. This was a date. Mommy was taking him on a date to the zoo. They were already holding hands, something they couldn’t do when they were at home. Put now when he got too rambunctious, you pressed your whole body into this side, making him blush as you petted his hair. Again something you didn't do normally when he got to excited at home.

"Ssshhh, pup, save some of that energy, baby. It's gonna be a long day." You kissed his cheek and grabbed a map. “Where do you wanna go first, baby?”

The day was spent meandering slowly through the exhibits, Justin excitedly chirping and chattering about all the animals, facts and statistics he'd remembered from documentaries and books dutifully recited in hopes you'd praise him. His hand almost never left yours but that didn't stop him from gesticulating with both hands. You smiled so lovingly at him, brushing his hair away from his forehead, he almost forgot about the other people. His head swimming in those fuzzy warm feelings and sugar from the ice cream you shared after lunch. 

"Mommy," he whispered, the back of the reptile house quieter than expected.

"Yeah, baby, you okay?"

He made a little huff and looked over his shoulder before stepping closer to you. He brought your hand to his hip while his face nuzzled into your neck. When you squeezed him, finally, moving your hand to his back pocket, he wrapped himself more firmly around you. Your other hand moved up and down his back, rocking the two of you slightly. 

"Puppy," you hummed, "feeling all sweet and lovey for me? Getting tired?"

Justin hadn't actually thought about it, but yeah he was getting tired. All day out in the sun and walking around had tuckered him out. He nodded against your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. You tug on his hair gently, pulling him from the embrace so he could look you in the eye.

You were so pretty, such a wonderful Mommy for him. He couldn't get over how lucky he was to have you, to have been so lucky to be taken under your wing when he was so lost. You were always so nice to him, even when he was angry and hateful. Listened when he complained about medications or orderlies. You never made him feel like a monster for refusing to see the Lafferty's or for needing your reassurance when doing simple things. 

He loved you. Would do anything for you. All you had to do was ask and he'd make it happen. Justin would keep you safe, with him forever. He wouldn't make the same mistakes again. 

"Love you."

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, "I love you too, puppy."

"Promise?" He squeezed you, feeling your back crack as he flexed his muscles. 

"Aw," you giggled. "Is my puppy feeling some type of way? Need a little reminder from Mommy?"

Before he could answer, you were kissing him. The hand on his cheek twisted into his hair, controlling and dominating him. Your tongue thrust into his mouth only to suck on his. He felt his whole body heat up, undoubtedly blushing all the way to his ears. Justin's cock twitched in his shorts, filling out his tight briefs. He whimpered, stepping closer when you broke off the kiss to bite his neck. A gasp echoed around the reptile house, the sharp feeling of your teeth on his skin made him ache for more, but the thought of getting caught made him squirm. 

"Mommy, please." He squeezed his eyes shut to try and calm down a little. "What about the people?"

You gripped the back of his neck, holding him while you continued to mark the sensitive skin on his neck. He whimpered, hips jolting forward into your hip you squeezed and jiggled his butt. His breathing picked up, quick shuddering things as he tried to remain firmly placed in his head. He didn't want to melt, didn't want to be all puppy and dopey in front of strangers. Only once you were satisfied that your mark would last and his hard cock was tenting the front of his shorts did you pull away. 

"Let's go home, puppy, I've got one more special reward for you." 

[useramor]

caring you into bed because you fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to get home from work, something that's pretty much tradition at this point

🥺🥺

intimacy in a relationship prompts!!

thanks for sending this aj <33 hope u like it here's the shortest thing i've written in a minute lol :]

wc: 1.4k

Eddie pushed his front door open slowly. It’s close to midnight, and Chris is asleep by now, Buck having- hopefully- put him to bed a few hours ago.

He’s been over nearly everyday since Eddie rejoined the 118. He’s always had a key, but lately Buck’s been using it like he’s walking into his own home, loft practically forgotten.

And Eddie?

Eddie’s slowly losing his mind.

Every time Buck toes off his boots and places them in the cubby next to Christopher’s tennis shoes, or Buck comes back from the grocery store with a new toothbrush because his is getting old, or when Buck smiles at him as he steps through the door, Eddie’s heart squeezes so tight in his chest, yelling out honey!! He’s home!!

Eddie wants to glue Buck’s feet down to the tile floors in his kitchen and never let him leave for the rest of their fucking lives.

His space has been Buck’s for a lot longer than he’s been aware of it. Buck is his partner. He’s his co-parent, the only person who loves Christopher the way Eddie does. He’s maybe, also, probably, most likely the love of his life.

But that’s neither here nor there.

And, currently, he’s laying on Eddie’s couch, neck propped against the arm rest at an angle that can’t possibly be comfortable. He looks so young like this, with his features relaxed and his hands tucked underneath himself. A lot younger than he looks when he’s awake and the years of trauma weigh him down like an anchor.

Eddie walks up to him, taking in the sight before him for just one more second, before he has to wake him up a little so he’s easier to carry to his bedroom.

He runs his fingers through Buck’s soft hair, smiling a little when it makes Buck sigh, even in sleep. He moves his hand down so it cups Buck’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over Buck’s cheekbones slowly.

The living room feels like it's shrunk two sizes. Like the walls are pressing in all around him. He’s pressed against the couch because there’s no room for him to lean back.

(Really, he’s pressed against the couch because there is no situation in which he would choose to be away from Buck.)

“Buck, hey, you gotta get up. I need your help getting you to bed, darling.”

He only uses pet names on Buck when he's like this. He’s never dared to drop a baby when they were awake and far too aware of the distance they haven’t covered. When Buck is sleepy and clingy and lets himself be carried to his room, the distance feels smaller. Small enough that he’ll call Buck my love when the whole world’s gone to sleep and they’ve stashed their armor in the closet.

Buck groans and sinks further into the couch, making Eddie laugh at him softly.

“Baby, come on. It’s late. We do this every night. Let’s go to our room, sleepy head.” Buck is too tired to point out his use of our room, and Eddie is too tired to pretend he didn’t mean it.

“Mmph. Comfy.”

“Evan.”

“Eddie.”

Eddie lets out an exasperated noise and tries to get up. Sometimes Buck takes a little while to become willing to leave the couch, and when that happens Eddie will grab something to eat from the kitchen while he waits.

Tonight, though, the second Eddie tries to get up, Buck puts a hand on his arm and pulls him down. Eddie goes willingly, but Buck’s strong, and he pulls him down hard, so Eddie ends up having to steady himself by placing his arms down on either side of Buck’s head.

Buck’s oblivious to the whole situation, but Eddie’s heart is playing competitive hopscotch in his chest.

Buck blinks up at him slowly, softly, sweetly. His smile's lazy and open, and directed right at Eddie. Buck is notoriously grumpy after waking up. If they have an early shift, it’s a miracle if someone can get a smile out of him.

But Buck, even on the worst mornings, smiles at Eddie with this same lopsided dorky grin. Every time they wake up next to each other, Eddie is greeted by that same smile. The fact that no one else gets to see it makes his head spin. He knows how Buck feels, it would be hard not to. Between the smiles and the touches and the desperate sobs when Eddie’s injured on the job, he managed to put it together.

He hopes Buck gets it from his end. He made him Christopher’s legal guardian. Gave him not only the key to his heart but let him sign his name on the lease.

But Buck seems to doubt it, which makes Eddie want to track down his parents and run them over with his truck. It’s okay, though. Eddie can spend lifetimes reassuring him that this is it. He’s it.

They just, y’know, have to actually get together first.

“Hi,” he says after the silence has stretched for a beat longer than normal. He glances down at Buck’s lips. Once, and then once more, gaze growing just shy of needy when Buck tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and blushes up at him.

“Hey,” Buck practically whispers, before dragging Eddie down slightly and connecting their lips. Eddie reacts immediately, tilting his head so he can find a better angle.

Buck’s lips are soft, and the kiss is achingly tender. Eddie could do this for hours, he thinks. Lie on top of Buck and kiss him until they’re both a little delirious with it.

They pull away slowly, but just enough to give their lips an inch of space, foreheads pressed together.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, placing a kiss on Buck’s nose, dropping another kiss when it makes Buck scrunch his features together, looking not unlike the bunnies they saw at the petting zoo with Chris a few weeks ago.

“Because, baby-” Eddie drops his face into the crook of Buck’s neck in embarrassment. “Hey, I like it, I like it!”

“You do?” he asks after pulling away.

“I like everything about you. That’s why I kissed you. Felt inevitable, I dunno.” Buck’s hands are on his thighs, but there’s no goal to his movements. It’s not like he’d even half to try to get Eddie riled up, but that’s not what he’s doing. His hands just sit there, holding on to him, keeping him there like Buck’s afraid he’ll leave if he lets go.

Which is ridiculous. He’d never leave.

“About damn time.”

“Something like that,” Buck says, and then giggles.

“I love you. I’m in love with you,” he says seriously, holding Buck's face in his hands.

"Yeah. You’re the love of my life, Eddie Diaz,” Buck says easily.

Eddie doesn’t get a chance to tell him ‘same’ because Buck pulls him down and kisses him again, and again, and again, until the kisses start blurring together. There’s a subtle pressure where Buck’s body is grinding up to meet his, but it’s nothing more than a reassurance that he's real. That Eddie isn't dreaming.

(It also doubles as a promise for more when they're not both exhausted.)

When Buck pulls away to catch his breath a little, Eddie bumps their noses together, and feels rather than sees Buck’s dimpled smile.

“Bed?” he asks.

“Yeah, but you have to carry me.”

“You’re such a baby,” he says as he maneuvers their bodies so Eddie can pick him up. Buck wraps his arms around his neck, and Eddie is very grateful that his job is what it is, because Buck’s six feet of muscle.

“Your baby, though?” His voice comes off a little shy, so Eddie rubs a hand soothingly down his back.

“Yeah, Evan.”

Buck drops down on the bed the second he walks into the room, making himself comfortable on the side that’s been his for months.

When Eddie walks out of the bathroom in his pajamas, Buck is already back to snoring, but when he lays on the bed, Buck moves to wrap himself around him.

He kisses his forehead. They’ll probably have to talk about it at some point, though Eddie has no doubt that they’re on the same page- they tend to be. And then maybe they can kiss with more intent behind the movement, just to see if they work well together, and not all because seeing Buck’s face flushed pink and his lips chapped from kissing is a fantasy he’s had for years.

Eddie’s heart has been Buck’s for a long time. But right here, in their bedroom, Buck asleep on his chest and Eddie's vision still tinted pink from being kissed just a few minutes ago, he thinks maybe Buck's starting to get it.

Honey!! he says. I’m home!!

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Hey loves! I have been having a really tough time sleeping. Possible stucky helps their little girl sleep? Maybe she wakes up and hears her daddies downstairs in the living and she pads down to them? 🥺❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the lovely request cutie, I hope you like how i turned it ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : Cuddles, snuggles, kisses, pet name, comfort, sleepy, lots and lots of love

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : What to do when you can't sleep ? You go to your daddies for snuggles and cuddles

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It's been an hour now. An hour that you're in your bed, turning around and praying for falling asleep. You know your daddies are sleeping, it's too late for them to still be awake, well for you it's late

You whine one more time and turn around again for the hundred times in ten minutes. You close your eyes hoping it'll make you sleepy, when you realize it doesn't do anything you start to tear up. The tears fall on your pillow making it uncomfortable, you sat up and rubs your eyes, trying to stop the tears.

You look at the door when you hear voices in the house. You sniff and slowly get out of bed, the cold breeze hit your body making you shiver. The only things who's heard is your bare feet on the ground and the doors opening under your touch. You carefuly go downstairs, you're scared they'll be angry because you're still awake at this time of the night so you go down as slowly as you can even tho you just want to run downstairs to be in their arms

You walk in the living room and see them on the couch, your Daddy is reading a book while your Papa is working on some folds, you stand there, against the corner of the walls waiting for them to notice you. It's easier if they see you than you making a noise to get their attentions. You play with Bucksie's ears and look down at your feet, you're cold and you're tired but you need your daddies to warmth you up and to help you falling asleep so you stay there and wait

Steve puts his fold on the small table and takes another one, he looks at Bucky but in the process his eyes fall on you. He takes a double looks at you and frowns "sweetness ?" he says and puts his fold back on the table. Bucky looks up at you from his book "what's wrong, babygirl ?" he asks putting all his attention on you

"can't seep" you mumble shyly. You start fidgeting with your fingers, Bucksie is resting against your chest and you look down at your feet

"come here, baby" Your Daddy says and puts his book on the small table too. You slowly walk to them and Bucky lifts you up and rests you on his laps, your Papa grabs your legs and rests them on his own laps. "You can't sleep ?" he asks and you shake your head, you rest your head against your daddy's chest and put Bucksie's ear against your mouth and nose

Your daddies look at you with love in their eyes and you blush under their stares. They chuckle softly and your Daddy kisses your head as your Papa kisses your foot. You snuggle closer to them and close your eyes. Your Papa grabs the paci who hangs around your neck and puts it in your mouth before you can put your own thumb in between your lips

"It's okay, little one. Just close your eyes and let things be" your Daddy quietly says. His hands stroke your side and your hair while your Papa's hands stroke your legs and feet. After a moment, you feel your daddies moving and your daddy rests you on his hip. They walk you up to the bedroom and lay you down in the middle of the cosy king size bed.

They lay down beside you and lift your shirt to your ribs. Hands start to stroke your bare belly and they whisper sweet nothings in your ears to help you falling asleep. You close your eyes "we'll be here, next to you when you'll wake up tomorrow, we promise. You can sleep without any worries, we're here beside you" Your Papa whispers in your ear.

You move your cold feet against your Papa's legs and each one of your hand is against your daddies. The soft breathe who's coming out of your mouth start to go slower, your chest raise less than before and your mind start to drift off to a comfy and deep sleep

Your Daddies stare at you, hands on your hair or on your belly, stroking, caressing and kissing every part of skin they have in front of them to help you going further in a deep sleep.