#cuddling and touching

[wordswithloveee]

[psykopaths]

Be my comfort because everything without you is uncomfortable

[well-wisher31]

[maevedoodle]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

Pairing-Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary-Bucky refuses to let himself get close to you, constantly keeping his distance. But one night, after a nightmare, he finds himself knocking on your door, seeking comfort in the last place he ever expected

Tags-comfort,soft bucky,nightmares,fear,happy ending,emotional support,a tad bit angst

Word count-1.3k

Bucky is a man of few words and even fewer connections. He's been through too much, seen too much, to ever fully open up to anyone. He keeps everyone at arm's length, too afraid to get close and risk the pain of loss or rejection.

You though? Your different. For some reason, Bucky finds it hard to push you away. You're the only person who's been able to break through the walls he's built around himself. Maybe it's your strength, your quiet patience, or the way you've never forced him to talk about his past.

The recent shower had left you feeling relaxed, your skin warm and soft as you stepped out. The air in your room was cool, but the gentle, golden light from your bedside lamp made the space feel cozy and inviting.

You slipped into your white lace set delicate and simple, the fabric clinging softly to your skin. The matching tank top and underwear hugged you in all the right ways, the lace a faint whisper against your body.

As you moved toward your bed, the faint scent of vanilla clung to your skin, mixing with the lingering steam from the shower.

It was subtle, one of your favorite things. You sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the book that you had been reading earlier.

The room felt warm, peaceful, the soft glow from the lamp casting shadows against the walls as you settled in, the pages of your book rustling quietly as you began to read.

The words on the page blurred after a while, your eyelids growing heavy with the comfort of the stillness surrounding you. 

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3am

Somewhere around the middle of the night a faint knock at the door pierced through the stillness. It was a sound so out of place in that came of the night, and it startled you awake, your body jerking slightly as you blinked, groggy and confused.

For a moment, your mind was too foggy to register the source of the noise. You groaned softly, irritated at being woken up so suddenly.

Still, the knock came again, louder this time, urgent. You threw the covers off in a hurry, the cool air of the room hitting your warm skin as you stumbled out of bed.

You quickly crossed the room, your feet barely making a sound against the floor. You were ready to snap at whoever had the audacity to disturb your peaceful sleep, but as you opened the door, your words faltered.

Standing in front of you was Bucky. His usually composed face was anything but. His eyes were red rimmed, glistening with tears, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

His hands were trembling at his sides, and his entire body seemed to be coiled with tension, as if he were holding himself together by sheer force of will.

It was the last thing you expected, and your irritation melted into concern as you took in the sight of him.

"Bucky?" You whispered, your voice thick with sleep and confusion. "What—" He immediately cut off your questions with a cracked voice, "I need—" His voice cracked, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, like he was fighting something deep inside.

He wiped at his face, trying to steady himself, but his hands trembled. "I need you," he finally whispered, his voice shaky with a mix of exhaustion and something deeper, more raw.

Your heart tightened at the sight of him, this was not the Bucky you were used to. The stoic, guarded man who always kept his distance this was someone else entirely.

Without thinking, you moved closer to him, your arms wrapping around his trembling form in a tight hug. Bucky flinched at first, but then he melted into your embrace, his body shaking violently.

His sobs were muffled against your shoulder, the sound raw and desperate, like a dam that had finally broken.

You held him for a few moments longer, your heart breaking for the pain he was in, before gently pulling him away, your hand still on his back. "Come on," you murmured softly, leading him toward your bed.

You didn't know what else to do, but you couldn't stand seeing him in this state, vulnerable and hurting. Bucky followed you wordlessly, his feet dragging as if he were already exhausted. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto your bed, curling up in a position that felt familiar to him.

His head resting gently between your thighs, his body still trembling. It was as if, in this moment, it was the only place he could find solace.

Your heart pounded a bit, your fingers running through his dark damp hair, the coolness of the room in stark contrast to the heat from his skin. His breathing was shallow at first, but as you continued to soothe him, the tension in his body slowly began to fade.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked quietly, your voice soft but steady, careful not to push him. Bucky's response was a small, barely perceptible nod, his face pressed against your thighs, his eyes closed.

"Okay," you said gently, your fingers still weaving through his hair. "And if it gets too much, you can stop. You don't have to do this if you're not ready."

Bucky shifted slightly, his hand coming up to grip the fabric of your blanket as he tried to find his words. After a moment, he spoke, his voice quiet and hoarse, the weight of his nightmare still lingering in his tone.

"I was back in that place," he started, his voice shaking as he spoke. "Hydra. They were all around me, the experiments, the people they hurt, And I couldn't stop it. I was just—just standing there, watching them hurt people, and I couldn't move. I couldn't save them."

His breath hitched. "And then... and then I saw you. But I couldn't reach you, you were so far away, and I couldn't protect you." He paused, the memory still haunting him. His grip on the blanket tightened, his breathing quickening again.

"It felt so real," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Like I was back there again, and I couldn't do anything."

Your heart ached for him as you gently rubbed his back, trying to offer him the comfort he so desperately needed. "You're safe now, Bucky," you whispered.

"None of that is real anymore. You're with me, and I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Bucky didn't respond, but his grip on the blanket loosened just a bit, his body relaxing slightly against you.

You continued to play with his hair, giving him the space to process, the quiet room around you both offering a sense of calm.

Without warning, you felt a soft, warm kiss on the inside of your thigh. It was gentle, almost like a sigh, as if Bucky were trying to express gratitude in the only way he could.

His lips lingered there for a moment, a delicate, tender touch that sent a shiver through you not from any discomfort, but from the quiet intimacy of it all.

Bucky pulled away slightly, sitting up just enough to look at you. His eyes drifted over your form, catching the soft glow of the lamp reflecting off your matching white lace tank top and underwear. A small, breathy chuckle escaped him as he gazed at you.

"This is what you wear to bed?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. The sound of his amusement made your stomach twist, and suddenly, you became hyper aware of the way you were dressed.

You crossed your arms over your chest instinctively, a rush of self consciousness flooding through you.

"Are you laughing at me?" you asked, a tinge of insecurity creeping into your voice. Bucky immediately noticed the shift in your mood. He shifted closer to you, his eyes softening.

"No, y/n, I'm not laughing at you." His voice was sincere, his smile turning into something warmer. "You look beautiful."

[pretty-circa006]

Can't Sleep

Negan x F! Reader summary Negan helps you out when you can't sleep tags cockwarming, pet names, fluff, groping just a little drabble (what is a drabble) born from my procrastination problem

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i did not proofread this!

wc: 538

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She stood outside of Negan’s bedroom door, rocking anxiously on her heels as she waited for him to answer the door. She raised her fist to knock again, but before it could make contact, the door opened. Negan stood leaning against the doorway in his white t-shirt and boxers. He looked tired and slightly irritated, probably from just having been woken up. His thick brows raised upon seeing it was her standing at the door, in nothing but a tank top and panties. He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside before slamming the door. 

“The hell you doin’ walkin’ around the Sanctuary like that?” He growled. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled, looking down, “can I sleep in here…with you?” Negan sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. 

“Fine, just this once. This will not become a regular thing,” he reluctantly agreed. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tight before pressing a quick peck to his lips. He set her down and she wasted no time in climbing into his bed. He climbed in beside her and she cozied up in his arms. His long eyelashes kissed his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut, waiting for sleep to take him back. She wasn’t sleeping, and by the looks of it she wasn’t even trying. Her gaze was fixed on his pretty face as she doodled random details with her finger onto his strong chest. 

“Doll, what the hell are you doin’?” He asked without even opening his eyes. She withdrew her finger and rested her head on his chest instead, facing him. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her. She was looking up at him with small smile and big doe eyes. 

“It…it’s hard for me to sleep without…you…inside of me,” she admitted shyly before burying her face in his shirt. Negan couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his mouth corners. After their nights together, Negan would usually stay inside of her, keeping his seed inside of her abused cunt, even after he went soft. It wasn’t intentional, but the first time it happened, she had fallen asleep before he was ready to pull out and when he finally was, she whined for him to stay. So he did. And it became a thing

“Oh baby, hearin’ that just tightens my goddamn pants!” When she peeked up at him, a dimpled smile was upon his face. She sat up and moved to straddle his hips, Negan’s hands on either of hers guiding her. He freed his semi-hard dick from his boxers before moving her panties to the side and rubbed the tip along her slick slit before lining himself up with her dripping hole. She met him the rest of the way, sliding down his shaft. She felt each vein sliding along the velvety walls of her pussy.

“You fill me up so good, Negan,” she sighed contently before laying down against his chest. His large hands slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and groped her ass. She let a breathy moan out by his ear as he continued kneading the mounds. 

“Neegaan, I’m trying to sleep,” she whined. 

“Shhh, babydoll, go to sleep.” 

thank you for reading!

[dumbhungsubboy]

Casual orgasms seem so hot

Like just cuddling and youre there being cute like you always are, and my dumb subby brain only has your pleasure on it.

So I kinda just slide my hand into your pjs and start rubbing you while we still just cuddle.

Nobody really acknowledges it, you might moan a hit and I’ll kiss your neck but it’s nothing intense.

Just a sweet comforting moment, feeling your body tense, shaking, that exhale when the relief hits you.

You needed it. You didn’t even have to tell me. You’ve trained me so well.

Wasn’t it worth the effort?

[floridagrowngirl]

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hey 👋 please do

“sorry purring”

With Black Myth Wukong And The D.O please and thank you 😊

No problem😉

(BMW Wukong) Your big, strong hubby takes your safety and health very seriously, so it would be ironic if he got angry about your recklessness. You both would be bumping heads for ours because you want to help him in battle, but he's all like "I'm the great sage equal to heaven" and "i can do anything and all that better crap🙄. However, you would win him back with some kisses and soft purrs, pouting up at him telling him that you only wanted to help. While rubbing his muscular chest and purring into his upper thick neck, making him purr deeply...uhhhh, what were we arguing about again???

(Destined one) Ok, now the Destined one is much stricter than Wukong. He would be furious with you if you acted recklessnessly, especially in battle. He's harder to get to calm down and forgive you because of it, you would be quick to turn it up to maximum apology cuddles. You would purr loudly as you give him back rubs and headpats and sweet kisses. Battling your pretty little eyes at D.O offering him a sorry. Eventually your husband forgives you for your transgression, well he would once he wakes up.

(Lotmk Wukong) Oh he would be the easiest to win back with how sweetly and adorably you treated him. Wukong would complain and whine in worry due to your recklessness and poor decision making, luckily you have your trusty bubbly hubby winning kit. With cuddles, headpats, kisses and your smoking gun.......... bubble baths!!!!🫧🫧🫧. Yeah Wukong will be a purring baby kitten when your done with him, and he totally forgives you now.

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[wordswithloveee]

[psykopaths]

Manifesting ✨️

[well-wisher31]

[positivepuff]

[angelicnymph]

Thinking of Cuddly!Gojo on a Sunday afternoon.🐈

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Waking up on a cold winter morning to Cuddly!Gojo.

Cuddly!Gojo who presses you to him and refuses to let you go.

Cuddly!Gojo who tries to tell you to stay in bed for more.

Cuddly!Gojo scratching your scalp and playing with your hair so that you can fall asleep again in his arms.

Cuddly!Gojo who smells of sweet vanilla scent. His Shampoo and body lotion>>

Cuddly!Gojo who has the fluffiest hair which tickles you when he cuddles you.

Waking up late in the afternoon with Cuddly!Gojo.

Cuddly!Gojo who cradles you in his beefy arms.

Cuddly!Gojo who whined to you about his week.

Cuddly!Gojo talking you about his week with a pout on his face since he missed you.

Cuddly!Gojo who secretly wants to be the small spoon but don't want to bruise his ego.

Cuddly!Gojo who is so warm to cuddle with.

Cuddly!Gojo who will carry you outside the bed to grab a snack because he's a sucker for physical touch.

Cuddly!Gojo who giggles and shit.

Cuddly!Gojo who has soft hair and smooth skin gliding against you.

Cuddly!Gojo who lets you lay your head on his chest securing you with his arms.

Cuddly!Gojo who will keep you warm during winter.

Cuddly!Gojo tracing imaginary circles on your back.

Cuddly!Gojo singing/humming you to sleep.

Cuddly!Gojo being your comfort person after a long week.

Cuddly!Gojo and you watching sunset while being in each other's arm.

Cuddly!Gojo and you stargazing.

Cuddly!Gojo having a night picnic.

[suitelif3]

Cabin Lover

rated t | 1.2k | ao3

For @steddiemas, prompts: cabin, cold

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The dangers of the Upside Down were on rise once more.

Eddie and Steve got separated from Nancy and Robin while trying to investigate in the woods. It was pitch black as Eddie could barely see a thing in front of him. This just had to happen near Christmas, when they should be celebrating together instead of chasing monsters. Eddie clutched Steve’s hand in his so they couldn’t be separated, and stumbled along next to him.

Steve was the more practiced of the two with Upside Down terrors, so Eddie left the navigating to him. But they were still in the middle of the woods, the telltale signs of frost incoming, with no way to see. Eddie was starting to panic.

“Holy shit man! This is not good. We need to find the girls, they’re probably freaking out too, well at least Robin is. And I can’t see shit man, how’re you seeing anything?!”

Steve tugs on his hand. “Eddie, they’re probably fine. Nancy can take care of herself, she’ll make sure nothing happens to Robin. And I just have some practice lurking in the dark.” The nailed bat dangles from Steve’s other hand.

“We need to get out of these woods though. I don’t want anything jumping out at us when we’re not together.” Steve says.

They continue walking, trying to find any direction where the trees aren’t going for miles.

What if they die in these woods? Eddie would’ve never told Steve how he felt, how much all those hangouts with him when recovering meant to him. How much Steve took care of him when he needed it. How Steve is still taking care of him. What if he never gets another chance to tell him because they die in the woods by some creature that surprises them. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand.

“Hey Steve-“

“Look!” Steve points to a dinky old cabin in the distance. The windows are dark, the wood splintering, and it seems pretty abandoned. But it’s shelter and it’ll do.

They walk faster toward the cabin, keeping aware of their surroundings. The wood creaks under their feet, but they continue in and slam the door behind them. Steve puts the bat down near the door.

It finally feels like Eddie can breathe. He can calm down without the vast darkness around him, not knowing what lurks in the shadows. Now they have this little cabin with walls, and is surprisingly furnished.

There’s a couch in the living room. A little coffee table in the center. Another room coming off of it, which seems to be the bedroom with just a mattress on the floor. Eddie really hopes it’s not as dirty as the one he had in his trailer nine months ago. There’s a bathroom attached to the bedroom, with a shower and everything. The kitchen is near the entrance, and only has a few canned items in the cabinets. But they have a stove.

All in all, not a bad place to spend the night hiding from monsters.

“Here.” Steve pulls a lantern from one of the cabinets, lighting it with a match.

The glow cascades softly on Steve’s face, orange from the flame bringing out the warmth of his eyes.

“Should we figure out the sleeping situation?” After trampling through the woods for so long, Eddie was thoroughly exhausted, he wanted to pass out as soon as possible.

“Yeah, good idea. I can take the couch, and you can take the mattress?”

“Sure, do you think they have any blankets in here?”

“Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

Eddie starts rummaging through the cabinets again, hoping to find anything he could wrap around and call a blanket.

“Aha!” Steve pulls out two thick woven blankets.

Eddie sags in relief.

He remembers to close the curtains so their light doesn’t attract anything waiting to kill them.

Steve hands him a blanket.

“Thanks Stevie.” Eddie smiles at him softly.

“Goodnight Eddie.” Steve stares at him for a beat, then turns toward the couch, pulling the blanket over.

Eddie dips onto the mattress, checking for bugs or stains. He gets comfortable after seeing nothing. He wraps the blanket around him like a burrito, trying to get every inch of his exposed body under the warmth of the wool.

About half an hour in, Eddie is still shivering more than he thought possible. The cracked wood of the cabin not offering much insulation. The darkness making him feel the chill down to his bones. He wonders if Steve is any warmer.

“Steve!” Eddie whisper-shouts. “You still awake in there?”

“Yeah!” Steve whisper-shouts back.

“Are you cold?”

“Freezing.”

Before he loses his nerve, he asks Steve, “Do you want to come sleep in here?” The with me is implied.

“Sure.”

He hears Steve creep into the room, seeing his silhouette near the mattress. Steve falls onto it, and splays the blanket over him. He immediately crowds Eddie, huddling for more warmth. Eddie’s face is red hot now.

Eddie unwraps the blanket from around him, and shuffles closer to Steve. When their skin is touching, Eddie whispers, “Can I put this over you so we can use both?”

Steve nods lazily. “That’s a good idea, we can use our body heat and have both blankets over us. Hopefully it’ll warm us up quicker.”

“Bright as always, Stevie.”

Steve brushes a hand down Eddie’s arm, stopping on his waist. Goosebumps rise on his skin and he brings an arm up to rest on Steve’s shoulder. They have the two blankets stacked on top of them lying together.

“You know, you’re one of the only ones that thinks I’m smart.” They speak quietly to each other, filling the barely left space between them with their words.

“What do you mean? The kids love you and Robin thinks you’re smart for sure.”

“The kids might love me, but that doesn’t mean they think I’m bright. And sure, deep down Robin knows I’m smart but her nickname for me is still dingus. You’re the only one that says I’m smart or bright to my face.”

“Well I’ll keep telling you that then.”

Steve pulls Eddie in by the waist, so they’re flushed together, Eddie burrows into his shoulder.

“Does it bother you?”

“What?”

They slowly tangle their legs together.

“That Robin calls you dingus?”

“No, not at all, I know she means it in a lovable way, and she’s not calling me stupid or anything, it’s just I know I have more stupid moments than smart ones and it’s just a constant reminder.”

“Hmm, I think you’re really smart, Steve. More than anyone gives you credit for, including me. You’re more than just the muscle fighting these monsters. You have good strategy and I-we need you.”

“I need you too.”

Steve squeezes his arms around him briefly.

“Steve…” Eddie looks up at him.

“I do. I need you to help me corral the kids, to be there with me and Robin. Just seeing you brightens my day, I love being around you, talking with you. I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too.” He says breathlessly.

He pulls Steve in by his sweater.

Steve’s lips are soft, moving in sync with Eddie’s. He parts his lips and pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth. It’s warm, Steve’s tongue pushing against his. Eddie brushes a hand over the back of Steve’s neck, tangling his fingers into the nape of hair there.

His sleepy mood makes him more pliable. Steve pulling him in, he barely resists. Steve’s hands travel, dipping into his hips, splaying across his back, tracing down his arm. Eddie has a hard time remembering how cold he was in the first place.

He just feels the warmth from Steve’s body, losing himself in the allure of Steve’s lips.

[newkatzkafe2023]

How would the Monkey Kings feel if after a wild night, in the very early morning, female monkey reader wakes up but is too sleepy to really think about it but sees what she thought was their lips and kissed it and goes back to sleep but the Monkey Kings knew that it was actually their nipple?

Affection and Mild Comedy🤭

(Lmk Wukong) Wukong Cracked opened his two eyes as the sun flashed in his eyes. You both had an rather exciting night after a party Mk invited you both to, you were just giving him those mischievous eyes as you danced and flirted with him and one thing led to another and now he woke up in his bed. You were just so out of it as you cuddled into Wukong. Wukong purred as he pet your fur gently, kissing your head. Wukong watched one of your eyes crack open as well, trying to focus and kiss him. Though Wukong giggled as you ended up kissing his nipple before going back to sleep, he sighed. You were just the cutest thing🥰

(NR Wukong) Wukong was up early taking a long drag of his cigarette, after the wild night you both had. You were so hot in that little black dress, and he couldn't even control himself, and after getting a few drinks in, you both went completely wild. Now he Wukong was completely satisfied and covered in lipstick stains. Meanwhile, you were in a coma like state Wukong had gone put you in. Though soon you tried to open your eyes, he was peaked over at Wukong. He said, "Good morning" to you with a kiss on your forehead. You tried to kiss him too but you totally missed and left a lipstick kiss on his nipple and just went back to sleep, Wukong just cooed at us and pulled you close.

(HIB Wukong) You were passed out in your shared bed, Wukong had gotten hit with a baby craving and now all you felt was your soul returning to your body. Meanwhile with Wukong he was both satisfied but also very embarrassed, he couldn't believe he just lost control like that and now he hopes you would maybe forget what happened. Wukong had a deep blush when the memories of last night returned to his head, all the noises you made, the positions of your bodies, and your red heart eyes looking up at him. Wukong groaned in embarrassment until he heard you wake up, Wukong watched as you try to kiss him but landed on his nipple before going back to sleep. Wukong hopes you don't remember much either.

(MKR Wukong) Wukong's body was aching, but in a good way, he had one of his secret rendezvous with you, and it was so hot. Wukong found it a turn-on when you pulled him away to have secret romantic mating sessions, this time, you both stayed at an inn during the journey at night, and he went to meet you in your room. You both went extra rough that very night as if you were going to war against each other, the next morning was absolute bliss. Wukong woke up laying on his stomach he looked over at you sleeping in peace, and his hand squeezing your boob. Wukong tried to get up but he was exhausted but dragged his body to you, and cuddle up with you. You woke up a bit to kissed his chest and nipple before going back to sleep, Wukong smirked a bit but held you close in love.

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh he's out of it as well, Wukong's was still panting with an dazed look on his face. Wukong still had faint heart eyes feeling you in his arms as you laid your head on his chest, he was under your spell from last light at the festival. The chin scratches, the head pats and soon your claws made there way to his.....armor, the next thing he knew he was waking up in bed. You moved a bit to kiss him but got his chest nipple instead, all Wukong did was chirp and moan as he was very sensitive to the affection. I'm sure everything will wear off as you both go back to sleep 😴

(BMW Wukong) Wukong was having one hell of a hangover, he clearly over did it at that celestial banquet you and him crashed together. Now he woke up back on flower fruit mountain looking to see he was naked, one paw handcuffed to the bed and still holding an empty rice eine bottle. Wukong then looked over at your side of the bed, seeing you passed out covered in lovebites and smuched makeup in the nude. Wukong was smug about your condition feeling pride from last night's events, and even laughed a bit as you tried to kiss him but kiss his nimples instead. Wukong would totally tease you for this, but first you both need some sleep.

(Destined one) The Destined one was in compete and utter bliss and peace. Yesterday was your wedding anniversary, and the Destined one took you out on a beautiful date. A walk through the flower fields, a picnic full of your favorite food, rest and finally end the night with an extreme passion. You were definitely surprised at the Destined one's stamina and affection, it was so hot and it went on till the early morning of dawn. You both cuddled and slept in your shared bed, as you tried to kiss him but just Tiredly kiss his nipple and fell asleep. The Destined one didn't respond closing his eyes as he took this as another sigh of affection and love from you.

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