#sorry i was asleep when you sent them and i'm still sleepy

[frmisnow]

✧˖ ?!— MY DISEASE ౨ৎ. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🐰ྀི : " i can't get you or your pussy out of my head at all times, it's like a chronical disease ?? "

summary. jungkook, still in a post-sex haze, finds himself unable to resist gently touching you as you sleep, one thing leads to another- and resolves into the most toecurling god-sent slurp slurp head

notes. first ask completed BABYYY!! had an exam today (and four crying seshions yesterday but we move) - but it went so well that i rly felt like getting this out!! xx mae

warnings/includes. (015 + 003 / sleepy morning sex + body worship), service top! jungkook x f! reader, slight somnophilia? (but not rly), lowk he's a lil obssesed with her, pussy eating, reader dropped 'love you' for the first time

if you were awake, jungkook would've probably said smth about how he couldn't help it, about how his brain was still mushed from all the sex and all the sleep from before, that he just couldn't think right - and that's why his fingertips were already moving across your bare skin, since the split second he'd been conscious.

his fingertips traced delicate little imaginary roads from your collar bone to your belly, later on lying his head onto your chest trying to listen to your heartbeat, a few strands of his messy hair tickeling your skin.

he closed his eyes, finding comfort in the automatic thud of your heart, and your rhythmic breathing, quietly counting under his breath - god, he would've probably fallen asleep if you hadn't opened your eyes half way just in that moment as it took him only a single gaze to kiss you before you were even correctly processing, cupping your face instantly, a faint smile on his lips.

when jungkook finally let your breathe you mumbeled an incredibly creeked out, "baby" rubbing your eyes till a small grin makes a way onto your face "that's one hell to wake me up"

a soft chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips as he nestled closer to you, "couldn't help myself," he admitted with that cheeky grin he always did while playing with his lip ring, gaze filled with adoration, looking at your face with nothing but love in his eyes, "i see you- and it's just.." he paused looking at your lips again, "..happens"

placing two gentle peeks on both sides of your cheeks, squeezing them in process till giving you a proper kiss, going from tender and careful to more in depth, groaning smth inaudible when your lips seperated even for just a few seconds till he repeated it once again, "you're so pretty"

nuzzling into the crook of your neck, warm breath against your skin as he left a line of saliva, lazily licking and kissing the sensitive skin as he noticed all the hickeys he had placed a few hours prior, eyes half lidded as his finger ran over the skin almost like he was in a mix of concerned and fascinated: "went to rough on you, baby, i'm so sorry"

with a tiny smile, you tilted your head to meet his gaze, reassurance shining in your eyes. "it's okay," you whispered, your voice a gentle caress. "wanted every bit of it"

you cupped his face, running your hand through his hair to make it even more messy - a reassuring gesture.

"y'know.." he paused, gaze zoning out like he was deeply in thought on how he should put his next words out, "i just wanna make you feel good, i always do," fingertips wandering lower and lower with every word, "whenever i see you i feel so- needy" a small smile grazing his face, avoiding your eyes for just a little, "i can't get you or your pussy out of my head at all times, it's like a chronical disease"

jungkook sighed like he was tired of his inner thoughts himself, "i just want you so bad at all times and i don't think that's healthy"

biting his lips innocently, gaze wandering down your body for a reason as you laughed when you saw his expression, "i think you're decribing obssesion but i don't necessarily mind"

"maybe," he muttered, careesing your tummy once more, leaning down to press three little peeks onto the skin before raising his head, looking at you like you own him money, not quite containing a grin "i really wanna eat you out," the grin widening, "did i say to much?"

"fuck yeah, make yourself cum with my tongue, c'mon use me"

his tone groaned out, not clearly audible against the constant sucking and licking of your clit and the whiny moans coming from your direction. your hands long engraved in his hair, tugging at times though he didn't seem to mind at all - in fact he seemed to increase the speed of his already skilled mouth whenever you jolted his head back, like it was that extra motivation he needed to keep going.

"was made to help you get of, make you feel good, fuckin- mmh," stopping his sentence when you lifted your hips ever so slightly.

as he added two fingers, easily sliding into the slickness, your walls instantly clenching around them, urling and massaging your sensitive spot as you threw your head back, eyes pressed shut together, feeling your stomach tightning, a little almost tickling feeling inside, signalising that you were close, pulling his hair one more time as you clenched around the two fingers at last.

he helped you ride out the orgasm easily, continuing to move his fingers now a lot more slower, that stupid grin still on his face yet at the same time his gaze seemed to stop on your face, admiring it though a bit of sweat sticked to your forehead, tiny strands of hair unevengly lying over your face but he truly looked at you like you were the most showstopping, gutwrenchingly beautiful woman on this damn planet.

"you're so pretty when you cum," you smiled, looking away from his face, sunlight bright in your face, "i'm so serious"

he got closer to you once again, placing his face on your shoulder, gently kissing the skin while looking at you, "i love how you put so much trust in me, how you can present yourself as so vulnerable against me, how you feel comfortable with me" with each word he placed a peek, going higher and higher, till his lips landed ever so softly on your cheeks.

"you're so important to me," quietly whispered as if there were people around you though you were both alone, "i wanna love you in every way there is, i never felt like that before"

he stopped the kissing for a few seconds, looking at you but his stare was rather calm, more loving then really expecting or pressuring you to answer yet you did what you feared doing so long.

"y'know how hard it is for me to say the three words you want me to say but i love you, i really do"

he smiled.

a smile that could light up a universe when it came down to it, a smile that could make millions of other people smile just as hard, that smile that made his eyes light up ever so brightly, dimples showing.

"that felt really good, scary but nonetheless goo-"

safe to say you didn't leave the bed that day.

#kpop smut #bts ff #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x you #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #✉️ frmisnow! 1k follower event

[navybrat817]

Indulgence

Pairing: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Female Reader Summary: When Bucky calls, you go to him. Word Count: Over 5.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, D/s elements, bondage, aftercare, established arrangement, insecurities, pet names, longing, possessive behavior, world building, mix of canon and non-canon, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm very excited for this new AU, lovelies! There's a deep bond between these two, but we know the road to love isn't always easy. ❤️Beta read by the amazing @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. And thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me ramble about this part. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had only been asleep for an hour when your phone went off, your eyes barely open as you reached for the device and saw the familiar name appear. “Bucky?” You answered drowsily.

“Hey, angel,” he said roughly, the pet name bringing a sleepy smile to your face. It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I have tomorrow off,” you said, a bit more alert as you sat up. “Are you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…”

“Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person. “Give me a few minutes?”

“You sure? I understand if you’d rather go back to bed.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep until I know you will, too,” you said. It would drive you crazy. “I want to come over. Okay?”

You wondered if the call dropped since you didn't hear anything on the other end. “Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it.

“You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

You brushed your teeth again before you changed out of your pajamas. The outfit didn't exactly matter. If it had, he would’ve told you what you wear. It wouldn't stay on long anyway. You sensed that this was a night for him to simply blow off some steam or release anything still pent up from his assignment.

You were more than happy to help.

“On my way.” You messaged him a few minutes later as you went out to the car.

You politely greeted the driver before gazing out the window. If anyone had told you months ago that you’d be sleeping with the former Winter Soldier, you would’ve laughed at them for saying something so crazy. You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes.

But it wasn't that cut and dry.

“I’ll be outside.” He sent back.

You smiled to yourself as you thought about Bucky, the man searching for himself again. After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole.

He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

That was where you came into the picture.

If Bucky called, no matter what time of day and you were available, you went to his place in a car he paid for. You stayed until you were both satisfied. A more crude way to think of it was that you helped him fuck out his frustrations and gave him a means to inflict pleasure on someone instead of hurt. It was a routine you were used to by now.

“You wanna be my angel?”

You may be his angel, but you weren't his girlfriend. He wasn't in a place to have a typical relationship. You weren't just a fuck buddy either. You were his submissive of sorts, along with his confidant and a way for him to find release and some sense of normalcy.

While he sometimes fucked you like a whore, he never once treated you like one. He cared for your well-being and checked in on you the way a boyfriend would. He kept his place stocked with your favorite snacks. You didn't sleep with anyone else and neither did he. You looked out for each other.

Unlike your last boyfriend.

As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Was it a recipe for disaster?

The drive seemed faster than usual because before you knew it the car stopped in front of Bucky’s apartment building. Your pulse quickened when you saw the brunette standing by the door, donned in his usual leather jacket. Even from a short distance, he looked massive and heat bloomed in your core as you knew what was to come. He moved to the curb with more grace than a man his size should have, his hard blue eyes set on you through the glass before he opened the door.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him.

You had it bad.

“Hey,” he said, offering you his gloved hand to help you out. You hardly ever saw him out without his vibranium hand covered. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smiled softly, giving the driver a quick thanks before you got out. “You, too.”

Bucky's large hand moved to the small of your back as he gently led you toward the building and opened the door. He didn't like to linger outside for too long. Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

Still, you tried to get a read on his emotions. There was a stiffness to his stance, but he didn't appear upset or angry. You also didn’t spot any obvious injuries.

“Were you hurt?” You asked as he took his keys out. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you knew how dangerous the missions were.

He turned and stared at you, not at all surprised by your question since you always asked. “No, I didn’t get hurt,” he assured you, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't exactly talk about it either. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding. It was information you weren't privy to and you doubted he called tonight to talk about it anyway. He peeled back layers of himself, yet there was so much underneath that you didn't know about. You cared for him regardless.

“Bucky, you don't have to apologize for that,” you reminded him.

“I just feel bad. You can tell me about your work, but I can't always talk about mine,” he said, looking both ways before he poked his head into his apartment.

“My job isn’t as ‘exciting’ as yours,” you teased before he let you in.

Bucky had a nice place. The partially exposed brick walls paired well with the hardwood floors. Tasteful, but not extravagant. The thick curtains in the living room matched the drapes in his bedroom. Since he occasionally slept on the floor by the oversized chair, it helped to block out the sun. He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in.

It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

“Need anything to drink?” He asked, slipping his jacket and glove off.

He had an empty glass waiting on the kitchen island in case you did. While you indulged in a drink now and then, he wouldn't allow you to have too many. He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

He wouldn't budge on that rule.

“No, thanks,” you answered, gazing at him.

His T-shirt strained against his biceps, one flesh and one vibranium. You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you.

Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

You eyed him as he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the need to soothe him coming forward when you caught a distant look in his eyes. He didn't even make a move to down his drink as he set his hands on the counter and stared off. Maybe he couldn't give you the details about what happened, but you could take care of him.

Because as much as he sometimes had to have control over you, both of you had power in your relationship.

“Bucky?” You gently called out, pulling him from his trance. “You can talk to me, even if you have to keep some things to yourself.”

His shoulders dropped as he sighed. “Three months.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Three months since we started this,” he answered.

You realized he was right when you remembered the date. It felt longer yet still brand new. “Yeah. Three great months,” you smiled.

A knot formed in your stomach when he didn't smile back. “And you still feel safe with me?” He asked, gripping the counter so hard you thought it might crumble in his hands. “You really trust that I won’t hurt you?”

Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

“Of course, I feel safe. Not only do I feel safe with you and trust you, I know that you won't hurt me. You will always take care of me,” you said with fierce determination, yet with a vulnerability you couldn't hide. “If I didn't believe that, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t submit to you.”

You told him the same thing the day you two agreed on this arrangement. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't like your ex. He wouldn't just throw you away without a second thought or ignore your needs. You also had faith in him that he wouldn't harm you.

And as much as you trusted him, he trusted you that much more. If he didn't, he wouldn't have called you in the first place. That meant he still trusted himself around you.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart aching when his jaw clenched. “Bucky, look at me, please.”

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare.

“You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

Bucky was silent, his breathing the only sound in the space. You were worried that you said the wrong thing before he pushed himself away from the counter. Instead of moving back when he approached, you stood firm, ready to brace the storm. You sometimes felt like a mouse confronted by a lion when he got close, but it sent a thrill through you. Because you meant what you said.

You trusted him and he made you feel safe.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

A fire lit within you as Bucky captured your mouth with his. There was care and tenderness beneath the hunger and you found yourself clinging to his arms as you kissed him back. No one before him had ever kissed you with such desire, such passion. It had you chasing his lips when he pulled away too soon.

“Now go to my room, get undressed, and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he ordered, his voice low and allowing the words to sink in just in case you had any objections. Because he was done talking and ready to play.

So were you.

It took you a moment to answer since you had to bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, feeling his eyes on you as you walked to his bedroom.

You focused on keeping your breathing even as you shed your clothes, taking a moment to fold them before you set them on the chair in the corner. The only time you left your garments on the floor was if Bucky put them there or had you put on a show for him. It was his space and you respected it.

He hadn't told you how long to wait for him, but your heart thumped as you knelt on the queen sized bed. You didn’t see any toys as you glanced around, but there was water, snacks, wipes, and the soft blanket you loved waiting on the nightstand. It took a moment for you to spot that there was a blindfold and scarf on top of the blanket. Your womb clenched in anticipation, an exquisite feeling knowing your patience and obedience would reward you.

Bucky walked through the door a minute later and shut it behind him. The energy shifted completely, both of you ready for each other. As much as you wanted to lift your gaze and look behind you, you kept your eyes downcast as he approached the bed. He cupped your cheek once he was close enough and forced your eyes to meet his.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your skin as you glowed from the praise. He reached for the scarf and ran his fingers across the silk as he glanced at you. “As much as I hate to cover those beautiful eyes of yours and restrain you, I want you to concentrate on my touch tonight. Just let me have you.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back,” he said, moving to secure them once you did so. The silk was soft against your skin, almost as soft as the kiss to your shoulder. After years of being restrained, you knew he felt guilty at times taking your control away. The difference was you gave yourself to him willingly. “Tell me your safewords.”

“Green is good. Yellow to pause,” you stated, testing the scarf. He never bound you too tight, but it was enough that you couldn’t slip your wrists free. “Red to stop."

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You turned your head a fraction so he could slot his lips properly over yours. Gentle, yet hot enough to melt your insides. “My good girl.”

He maneuvered you so you were in the middle of the bed and spread your knees a bit further apart. He joined you on his knees, still fully clothed. Casting your gaze down again, you bit your lip when you saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A hand came up to grasp your chin before you could stare for too long and lifted your head. If you were still wearing your panties, they would’ve dampened from his darkened gaze.

“So beautiful and all mine tonight,” he said.

“I’m yours, Sir,” you whispered, the word “always” unspoken.

“And I know you were staring,” he smirked, his fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans. His impressive cock sprang free once he pushed his underwear and pants down far enough and you wished you could lean down and swirl your tongue around the large head. “Greedy angel. Just desperate to have my cock in you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” you begged.

He made a show of lifting the blindfold before he slipped it over your head, your body tensing up when your world went dark. Sight was one of the senses you relied on the most. It helped you absorb most of the world around you. And now it was temporarily gone. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest as you breathed a bit heavier. But Bucky was there, softly touching your face until you relaxed.

“Breathe, angel. I’ve got you,” he whispered, drawing a gasp from you when his lips touched yours. His hands mapped your body, brushing along your breasts down to your thighs. You felt him everywhere. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered as a hand moved around your back and forced you to arch. He was careful not to hurt your arms. “Please.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips closed around your nipple. You could practically feel that he looked up at you as he gently suckled. A wave of arousal crashed through you as he pinched the other. No one had ever lavished your body with such attention the way Bucky did.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against the swell of your breast. “Helpless. Trembling. Needy.”

You didn't mean to let such a wanton moan escape, but he made you feel needed. He made you feel wanted. It was a beautiful thing to surrender to him.

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned.

And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

Your chest suddenly felt colder when Bucky pulled his mouth and hand away and you shook from the loss of his heat. His vibranium hand touched your torso to remind you he was close when he shifted closer to you on the bed. You gasped when he dragged his hand down and you were helpless to do anything but feel when it slid between your legs.

“You're doing so well for me,” he said, his teeth grazing your neck as his fingers spread your sopping folds. He teased you, letting you soak his metal fingers as you mewled. He lightly bit you again when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding along your slit, but not pushing inside you just yet. “You want me inside you? You need me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me.”

Your cheeks flamed as you whined. “I need you to fuck me, Sir,” you said, trying to widen your thighs to take him in more.

“I will. I'm going to give you everything you need,” he rumbled, gripping your hips with strong and capable hands to keep you still. “And you’re going to let me ruin your pretty little pussy with my cock.”

You panted with want at his possessiveness. Filthy words were something you never thought you’d hear from someone associated with The Avengers and they kicked your body into overdrive. You ached to have him split you open. “Ruin me, Sir.”

In one swift move he lifted you, pulled you into his lap, and buried himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you let out a cry, every inch of his cock stretching and making itself at home in your welcoming cunt. You couldn't brace yourself on his shoulders with your hands behind your back. You couldn't see the ecstasy in his eyes as he let you adjust to his size, but you didn't have to. Not with the way he dug his fingers in and groaned against your shoulder.

He took you to heaven when he was inside you.

“Color,” he said against your skin, thrusting his hips up once.

“Green,” you moaned, reminding yourself to stay still when you wanted him to move. “So green.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing up to your ear. “Keep being good while I bounce you up and down on my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he pulled you up and slammed you back down on his cock. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was difficult to string thoughts together, but they all went back to him and how good he made you feel. How he made you feel beautiful.

Flaws and all.

“It’s like your cunt was made for me, angel. Practically crying all over my cock,” his voice was smoky as sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips. The next moan was softer when he slid a hand up to your neck, resting it there as the other kept your hips flush against his. “You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.”

Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed.

“And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

It overwhelmed you as he bounced you in his lap, sinking you down onto him again and again. His thrusts were almost unforgiving, but the hand on your throat didn’t tighten anymore. He couldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m your angel, Sir,” you moaned as he reduced you to a needy wet mess.

“I wanna tear you apart,” he growled against your lips. “And put you back together so you still feel me when you fucking breathe.”

“Tear me apart, Sir,” you gasped, a plea for him to use you more. Your thighs hit his as he thrust up and all you could do was take it. He touched places inside you no one else could reach, physically and emotionally, and you never wanted it to stop. “Please!”

“Tell me you need me to come inside you and I’ll let you come,” he ordered, the hand on your neck squeezing a fraction. “Say it.”

“Come inside me, Sir,” you begged.

“Bucky,” he breathed against your lips. “Say. My. Name.”

Your next breath was shaky. He always had you call him “Sir” on nights like this. Why was this different?

Your orgasm began to crest, but you couldn’t let go until you gave him what he wanted. And he’d give you what you needed. “Come inside me, Bucky,” you exhaled. “Please.”

He swiped his thumb along your pulse with a deep groan, his cock still driving up into you. “I will after you come,” he promised, his tongue sliding past your parted lips and pulling away all too quickly. “C’mon, angel. Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The sob you tampered down earlier resuraced, wrenched from your throat as you came. Your release continued, practically leaking around his cock as tears slid out beneath the blindfold. You were beyond rational thought as pleasure spiraled through you, vaguely aware that he thrust through it to chase his own end.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunted, pulsing hotly inside you as he filled you up.

Both of you panted as you continued to drift from euphoria, your heart still beating wildly. You were warm, but your body shivered as he lifted you up. Your combined release slid from your aching cunt once he slipped free. You floated and wanted him to catch you, but you couldn’t put your arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered when you let out a whimper. He made quick work of untying your wrists so he could lay you down properly and wipe away the tears still on your cheeks. “I’m going to take the blindfold off.”

Your eyes stayed shut for a moment when Bucky removed it, but you cracked them open when you wanted to see him. Your vision slowly cleared as you blinked a few times, your mind still floating as he came into view. He called you an angel, but he was the one who had a halo around his head at the moment. A gorgeous angel who had unrightfully had his wings taken away. He smiled like he wanted to eat you alive, but his touch was nothing short of tender when he brought his hand to your face.

“So fucking beautiful. You did so well for me. Fuck, I just wanna clean you with my tongue and fill you up all over again,” he praised as you clenched around nothing and whined. As hot as it sounded, you needed a bit of rest after that. “Not tonight,” he smiled, keeping a hand on you as he grabbed a wipe.

A reason he had everything close by was because you craved his touch after sex. If he ever got too far away, you whimpered and reached for him. It made you feel needy, but he assured you that he needed to keep touching you just as badly.

It just wasn’t fair that he looked so composed.

Bucky continued to shower you with soft praise as he cleaned you up. It didn’t take him long before he wrapped the soft blanket around you, trembles moved through your entire body as he put his arms around you, too. He took aftercare very seriously. It was a way for you to feel cared for and nurtured while allowing your body and brain to return back to normal. He never wanted you to experience negativity or sadness after any sort of session, especially an intense one.

You were aware that he moved you closer in his arms and rested his cheek against the top of your head, but you weren't ready to speak yet. It always took you a minute to come back to yourself and he was never one to rush or push you. If relaxing in his embrace was what it took to return to the world, he was more than content to keep you in his arms.

At least, that was what he told you.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes. Your heartbeat was back to a steady rhythm, but you still weren't ready to move yet. You were warm and safe. Bucky was there to take care of you. But what about him?

Had you taken care of him?

Bucky had a faint smile on his face when you lifted your head, his shoulders relaxed and eyes soft. Like he was at ease with everything around him. “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered, peppering your face with light kisses.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly, your voice a little hoarse as you brought a hand to his hair, happy that you could touch him again. Judging by the way his eyes slipped shut for a moment before he opened them, he missed your touch, too.

“You okay?”

“I am and so are you. You're okay.” It wasn't a question. Whatever haunted him earlier was gone.

For now.

He didn't tear his gaze away as he reached for the water behind him, which you gratefully accepted as he put it to your lips. “You amaze me, you know? You just came back to yourself, but you're talking about me being okay.”

“Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

You took one more drink before you could say something stupid. Yes, this was about you, too. How he didn't push too far. How he’d hold you after sex and talk with you because those things were important to you. How he made you feel cherished and wanted for a short while.

You just didn't want to admit that he was a constant in your mind. But would it be so wrong if you did? Even if he’d never date you, didn't he have a right to know how you felt?

Communication was key and you would have to eventually tell him if those feelings persisted.

“It’s about both of us and I just want you to be okay,” is what you said because it was the truth.

He set the water aside and cupped your cheek, his calloused hand a little cool, but nice. You almost wished you could hide from his knowing eyes, but he didn’t press you for more. “I am now,” he said, swallowing a little. “I just couldn't let you see me tonight.”

Worry filled his eyes like he may have upset you, but you shook your head. You had seen his scars, but he was never obligated to show you his body. “You're letting me see you now,” you said, scooting closer as he brought your wrist to his mouth to kiss it.

You thought about how the evening played out. How he asked if you thought he was a good man. How he demanded that you speak his name. And how he said he deserved you. Either something happened while he was gone or someone said or did something to get to him. You wished you knew what it was since he didn’t expand on what had been eating away at him before.

“And before you ask, you didn't hurt me,” you told him, knowing the question was coming. You appreciated that he cared enough to check.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good because I’d never stop hating myself if I did,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “You don't deserve that kind of pain.”

Your heart swelled, not letting any past hurt enter your mind. He made you believe that you deserved better than what you had. It was a good feeling.

“Neither do you. And that's a reason why safewords exist. Both of us can use them,” you reminded him. Like aftercare, he took the words seriously. He listened to you. And if he ever got overwhelmed, he had every right to stop it the same way you did. “So no self-hate tonight.”

He huffed in mock annoyance. “Yes, ma’am. And speaking of self-hate,” he teased, tilting his head to look your way. “I really don’t want to go to therapy tomorrow.”

There was a forced calmness in his blue eyes as you assessed him. “You still don’t like your therapist,” you stated.

One of the conditions of his pardon was that he had to go to therapy. It was meant to help him process his thoughts and past experiences in order to work through them. Though he didn’t tell you what went on in his sessions as it was none of your business, he didn’t keep it a secret from you that the doctor was far from his favorite person.

You wondered if Bucky told her about you.

“What’s there to like?” He asked.

You smiled a little, knowing better than to poke the bear and say she probably wasn't that bad. “Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.”

“That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say.

Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that.

Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

“Have you met anyone else?” He asked suddenly, moving his hand to your back.

It was a question Bucky asked every time he had you over. He said from the start if there was another man in your life that you’d rather be with, someone who could offer you more, he’d step aside. There wasn't anyone else. You didn't want anyone else.

And while it was admirable that he would walk away if that ever changed, your heart ached at the thought that he’d easily let you go. Because at the end of the day he wasn't ready for a relationship. Not yet.

Even if he was, who said he wanted one with you?

“No, I haven't met anyone,” you said, feeling the warm breath of his exhale against your skin as his hand moved up and down your back. It relaxed you more and you found yourself fighting a yawn. “Have you?”

“No,” he chuckled. The crinkles by his eyes made him look carefree. “Not since you saved me.”

You shut your eyes, afraid that tears would well up if you looked at him. “I didn't save you. All I did was buy you a coffee one afternoon,” you whispered dismissively.

That day changed your life.

“I’m going to let that slide since you're sleepy, but I’m going to remind you when you're wide awake that you did a lot more than that,” he spoke. He held you a little tighter when you stayed quiet. You were more tired than you thought. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You let your eyes shut at his command. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

“Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

There was something else unspoken in the air, but a tender kiss to your forehead stopped you from reading too deeply into it.

In the morning, he’d send you back to your place after he made you breakfast. He’d text you later to make sure you were okay. He would continue to check in and you would do your best not to fall for him more. Because one day he wouldn't need you anymore. You didn't know when that day would come, but tonight you could indulge in the fantasy that Bucky wanted you to be his girl.

Permanently.

I just want these two happy and together. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[vanteguccir]

sleepy | m. sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Matt had a busy day and just wants to sleep in his lover arms.

Warning: None.

Request?: Yes, asked by @mymoots

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N sighed in relief after closing the door to her house, locking it before placing her set of keys on the plate next to the entrance, next to Matt's car key. The girl took off her shoes, placing them up against the wall next to Chris' sneakers, making a mental note to clean them both the next day, or ask Chris to do so.

Y/N walked to the kitchen still with her purse on her shoulder, not wanting to put it on the counter, knowing that if she did she would forget to pick it later to put it in its proper place. The girl walked to one of the cabinets and took a glass of water, filling it and drinking all the contents there, before finally going to her room, which she shared with her boyfriend.

She was excited to see Matt, after a busy day at work she always loved sitting and listening intently as he recounted everything he did alone or with his brothers from the moment he woke up, her favorite stories being about what it was filming the video that would be posted the next day, or sometimes, on that same day.

And this was one of those days, when the boys left the recording of Friday's video to be recorded exactly on Friday, which made the day busier than normal and, consequently, more tiring.

Y/N quickly arrived at the room, knocking twice on the door before carefully opening it just enough to enter, before closing it again, finding the room completely dark, only lit by the low white lights that decorated the corner of the walls.

Matt was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, face down and his face turned to the other way.

The girl placed her purse on the chair closest to the door, removing her jacket and walking lightly towards her boyfriend, not sure if he was awake or asleep, and the last thing she wanted to do was disturb him.

"Matt? Baby?" Y/N whispered, bringing her face closer to the side of Matt's head, enjoying the fresh smell of shampoo.

"Hmm?"

"Are you awake?" She continued, now bringing her face closer to his, noticing his half-open eyes and sleepy face.

"I am, I haven't slept yet, I wanted to wait for you." He responded in a low whisper filled with exhaustion.

"Oh my love, there was no need. You recorded today's video during the day and you mentioned that you were going to the market, I imagine how tired you must be." Y/N spoke back, remembering the brief text that Matt sent her right after lunch, letting her know that he was going to stop by the market to buy some items that had run out of the fridge and cupboard, and that Y/N had written in the notes on his phone as it was the closest to her at the time.

"It's okay, I like seeing your face before I sleep." Matt whispered again, turning completely around to face Y/N, smiling slightly, his eyes almost closing completely.

"I love you." The girl spoke, approaching and kissing Matt's lips, without moving them, just a seal full of love and affection.

"Hm I love you more."

"Are you hungry? I can get a quick snack." Y/N asked, pulling away.

"A little, but I miss you more than I'm hungry, so lay here with me." He responded, pulling her arm lightly.

"Are you sure, honey?" He responded with just a nod. "Alright, let me just take a shower first."

"Nooo, don't leave me here all alone." He asked slyly, raising his arms. Y/N laughed at his whole drama as his blue eyes barely opened.

"It'll be quick, I promise."

"I'll go with you." He said, getting up and almot falling, what kept him from doing it was Y/N's hands on his shoulders.

The girl shook her head, knowing that asking him to lie down again would be a losing fight, so she just guided him to the bathroom, sitting him on top of the toilet.

The girl quickly took her clothes off and discarding them in the laundry basket, before entering the shower, casting a quick glance at Matt, who was half-bent over with his eyes half closed, the side of his body resting on the counter, making her smile, he was so kind to her.

It didn't take more than ten minutes and she was already drying herself, fulfilling her promise to be quick.

"Matt, go to bed, I'm almost done here." She asked, placing her hands on the boy's cheeks and lifting his face, bending down slightly and kissing his forehead, helping him to get up and gently pushing him to the room.

As she left the bathroom, her eyes traveled to the bed, smiling when she saw Matt in a half-sitting, half-lying position, with his eyes closed and his hand off the side of the bed, as if he was ready to catch her when she climbed into the comfort of his side.

Y/N went to their closet, taking fresh panties and Matt's shirt from her side of clothes, putting them both on before walking back to bed, lightly touching Matt's hand, which made him open his eyes quickly and look around, feeling a little lost.

"I'm awake, I promise." Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes at how stubborn the brunette could be when he wanted to.

"Go a little to the side, my love." She asked, pushing him away lightly with her hands, making space for herself. "When we wake up tomorrow, I want to know everything about your day." Y/N added in a whisper, getting under the covers and placing Matt next to her, before pulling him into her arms, letting he lay his head on her chest, knowing that the sound of her heartbeat calmed him down.

"And I'll tell you everything." He spoke back slowly, placing his hand around her waist before giving up to sleep.

Y/N paused for a few seconds to just watch her boyfriend's expression soften, the tension in his body giving way to lightness, and she couldn't help but smile. There was no better place for her than in Matt's arms.

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Request:

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[leahswife]

the in-betweens

summary: in which you and aitana go from normal best friends to best friends who kiss.

a/n: this is the before of "where do we stand". gotta post some aitana fluff after all the jenni filth. i'm sorry if this feels rushed but i just couldn't find any more ways to describe the goddamn act of kissing 😭

prequel, part one, part two, part three

"ven a bailar conmigo, porfaaa." aitana begged as she grabbed your hand. 

"no no no aita–" you tried to protest but the girl's strong arms pulled you up from your seat, in the direction of the dance floor. you looked back at where you were seated besides caro and marta, sending them a pleading look to save you. they sent you an apologetic look but knew even they couldn't reason with a buzzed energetic aitana. you groaned at being dragged, you weren't in the mood for drinks tonight and you pretty content sitting next to the calm couple.

you don't know where aitana managed to find so much energy to party after a long game. but she did. and insisted on trying to force some of it into your worn out body.

you danced for a while, aitana screaming along to the spanish songs playing. you were unable to keep your frown on, with a smile pulling at the corners of your lips as you saw how happy she was.

she finally calmed down and wrapped her arms around your neck which made you comfortable enough to wrap yours around her waist, pulling her closer. you felt like your heart could combust with how close she was. she was breathless and clearly still high on a buzz when she got closer to your ear to shout "quiero besarte!" you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not quite understanding what she said, a mix of language barrier and loud music not allowing you to. she grabbed the back of your neck to pull you closer and shouted again, "i want to kiss you!" she smiled excitedly.

you felt like your eyes couldn't grow wider if you wanted to, shocked at what you just heard. "you want to kiss me?" you asked her, disbelief in your voice. she just nodded with a happy smile and kept on dancing like she just didn't drop those 'too drunken' news on your 'too sober' self.

you went along with her wishes for a while but the pressing of sweaty bodies against you was starting to make you uncomfortable and so you got closer to aitana to shout in her ear, "i'm tired, tana. i'm going!" she nodded, starting to get drained too and both of you went back to your friends' table to gather your stuff. she tripped a bit on her own feet and you quickly put your hand on her waist to steady her, "okay, i'm taking you home." you say as you grab her stuff for her, she just giggled and let you take the lead, "at least take me to dinner first."

once you got to her house, you search for her keys in her purse and open the door, planting your hand on her back to guide her inside.

"so much better." you let out as you relished in the warmth of aitana's apartment, compared to the night's relentless cold outside. you turned to aitana to see her shivering in her dress, holding tightly onto her jacket.

"aitanita, go change into your pajamas." you rubbed up and down her arms and she nodded, "you can use my pajamas too" she suggested quietly, sleepiness taking over her.

"oh that's okay, i can go ba–"

"i'd like for you to stay." she whispered, looking up at you. she was sobering up by now and you could see it in her eyes there was something she needed to let out. did she remember what she said earlier? about you two kissing? she could really just let it go and blame it on the alcohol but you knew aitana felt the need to carefully explain any behaviour that could come across as weird. so you nodded. you went to grab her pajamas and got ready in her bathroom while she got dressed in her bedroom.

when you walked in, aitana was sprawled in her bed, dead asleep. you looked at her for a moment, heart beating slightly faster at the thought that your best friend might like you back. anyway, that was something for you to obsess over later. you chuckled at her figure and tucked her in, pulling the warm covers over her. you grabbed a blanket and made yourself comfortable on her couch.

–

"why did you sleep on the couch?!" 

you groaned and reluctantly opened your eyes as a scolding aitana woke you up.

"you don't have a guest room." you mumbled sleepily.

"so you should've slept in my bed." she crossed her arms.

"hm. couldn't disturb your beauty sleep." you put one arm over your eyes to keep away the light.

"idiota." you heard aitana mutter under her breath as she continued to throw complaints in catalan at you.

"aita, aita, aita" you repeated in hopes of interrupting her, in which you were successful, resulting in aitana shutting her mouth but not without sending you a scowl.

"qué?"

"has anyone ever told you that you're extremely loud and talk way–" you're interrupted by her rolling her eyes and moving towards the kitchen, ignoring you, "-- way too fast!" you yelled after her.

soon after, you feel a body sit down next your lying one. you opened your eyes to see aitana offering you a plate with fruit and eggs and some orange juice. you sit up, a smile forming on your face. "you didn't have to."

"eat." 

"bossy."

"as i speak."

you looked at her, getting slightly anxious at what was about to come next. but you nodded and started diving into your plate.

"i said something last night." she started, hesitantly. you nodded again, focusing more on your plate rather than looking at her so she wouldn't feel so much on the spot.

"i didn't– i don't want to make you uncomfortable with what i said."

"did you mean it though?" you finally lift your gaze towards her. 

"i– i did mean it. but i don't know what that means for me. if that makes sense." aitana was looking at her hands, fidgeting with them. this was clearly a sensitive topic. you noticed her breathing starting to get irregular and you put your plate and glass on the coffee table so you could get closer to her.

"i just don't want to lose you and i'm sorry if i made things awkward or different–" she started rambling the same time her tears started flowing down her cheeks. you pulled her into a hug and held her tight, "hey, tana–" "i don't want you to look at me differently or avoid me–" she was trying to control her breathing at this point, so you grabbed her cheeks, "aitana. stop." you said firmly, trying to ground her. she finally regained control of her breath and looked at you with slightly red eyes. 

"aitana, i can assure you that you wanting to kiss me is not a problem. at all. i don't feel weird or uncomfortable or whatever. hell, i feel flattered that aitana bonmatí wants to kiss me." you winked at her, trying to lighten up the mood. she giggled and wiped her nose. you felt relieved when you saw the smile back in her face, "i know this is probably overwhelming for you right now and you have a lot to discover on your own. but i can't lie and say i don't want to kiss you either." 

she looked up at you, eyes wide at your confession. 

"but if that's something you're not ready to explore, let's leave it at that and let it go."

–

and you did. let it go, that is. for a little while.

none of you spoke about it. you figured aitana should be the one to bring it up when she's prepared, so you went back to normal. as if nothing happened.

until it did.

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you and almost the whole barça team were hanging out at mapi and ingrid's house for bonding night. you had played a few games and were now gathered around the living-room, watching a movie.

you were sitting at one of the ends of the couch, with aitana cuddling you by your side. you'd often whisper things to her to explain some scene from the movie or make some joke about what was happening. you'd do anything to see her smile and give you her absolutely lovable giggle.

at one point she nudged you to face her. "hm?" you asked, highly aware of how close your faces were. "i'm going to take a nap, wake me up when it's over." she whispered and you could feel her breath on your lips, which was far too intoxicating. you could simply nod and try to not look at her lips. 

she smiled as a thank you and flicked her eyes to your lips before gazing back up at you. you felt her inhale a short breath before looking down at your lips again and moving closer, pressing her own against the corner of your mouth. if your heart wasn't beating fast before, it definitely was now.

you started at each other, both understanding that that changed something.

she leaned her head on your shoulder again to try and take her nap but there was no way aitana was able to fall asleep now with the thundering in her chest.

–

the ride back to aitana's house was silent. there was unspoken tension between you two and you both knew it.

you got out of your car and walked her over to her door, not quite sure what to say and feeling like a teenager with a crush who's just dropped her date off at home and doesn't know what to do.

you huffed in frustration. the silence was killing you and you had to do something about it. you stepped closer to aitana and carefully cupped her cheeks, looking at her as if asking for permission. she didn't pull away so you leaned in, noses touching, you giving her another chance to back out if she wanted to.

she didn't. so you took your chance and softly pressed your lips against hers. 

you honestly didn't know how to describe it. it was tentative, gentle, delicate but - comfortable? like your lips were always meant to touch hers and knew exactly how to move against hers as if you've kissed a hundred times before. 

after what felt like ages to you but were actually seconds, aitana kisses you back. you keep kissing for a few more moments before you pull back, hands still cupping the catalan's cheeks and stare at her, breathless.

"i swear, aitana, if you still don't speak after that i–" you're cut off by her sweet little giggle before she presses multiple kisses on your lips. "you want to come in?" she asks, biting her lip to try and keep her grin from widening even further.

"damn, bonmatí. a girl gives you a finger and you want the whole arm." you shook your head in fake disapproval.

"callate." she grabbed your hand and pulled you in. 

the rest of the night was spent with you two letting your lips and tongues explore each other's mouths. it started off as shy and tender but as comfort and boldness started to settle in, your kisses got harder and provocative.

however, no matter how much your hands and lips delved into each other, no labels were defined. 

and they wouldn't be for the next months to come.

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a routine started to settle in. you would show up at each other's houses for "best friend's night" and it always ended up with you locking lips. whether it was while aitana was cooking or when she beat you at a board game and you wanted to shut her up.

the same conversation also started to settle in between make out sessions. "just friends, right?" aitana would whisper breathlessly against your lips, and you would nod, agreeing with whatever she wanted so you could press your lips against hers again and again.

"i just," she would cut herself off to kiss you, "can't be," kiss, "in a relationship right now." kiss. you would agree because you would accept anything aitana would give you, no matter how small or little it could be.

you couldn't keep off of each other even at training, with you often pulling her inside closets so you could press her against the wall and muffle her giggles with your mouth. or when she would drag you into the changing room while others were at lunch to playfully bite your lips and leave you winded up.

but aitana was a busy person. she had family, friends and her career to focus on. but all she seemed to focus on now was you. and that was starting to worry her. she never had to make room for someone else in her life since starting her career, except for the casually meeting friends once in a while and visiting her family when she could. but to share everything with someone?

so she started to pull away, she wouldn't reach out to you during trainings, choosing to focus on getting there earlier for gym sessions and staying after to practice some more. this was her life, this was her focus. it had to be. so the "best friend's nights" started to disappear as well, aitana claiming she was too tired after trainings. and she was, she really was. as much as she trained, she didn't feel as fulfilled as before. the more she pulled away from you, the less accomplished she felt. but she also pulled these feelings away.

football was once her entire life. and it would be again.

#aitana bonmati #woso x reader #aitana bonmati x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #aitana bonmati imagine #barca femeni x reader

[jymwahuwu]

CW: yandere, dub-con

This idea has been on my mind for the past two days… Jing Yuan tries to coax you step by step. After an exhausting day, you threw yourself on the soft bed and fell into the land of dreams.

Faintly, you hear your husband’s voice. Softly, some whisper. A little warm breath. "Baby, are you asleep…", "Can you help me… Just touch it for a while. I have been thinking about you for a long time:(( "You still closed your eyes, but your little voice was a promise, reaching out your hand.

Jing Yuan grabs your palm, letting your hand wrap around his cock and stroke and rub himself, the heat radiating from there. He didn’t forget to let your thumb massage his tip. Even though you were just held to move your hands, your arms would still feel a little sore from all the twitching and massaging. You didn't care, just pressed the side of your face against the pillow and continued to sleep, but… "This isn't working… Baby, can you help me with your mouth? Just a little longer…"

It takes more than ten seconds for your brain to respond. You grunted in complaint, but still opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, filling your mouth in the next second. Maybe it was thoughtful enough not to hit your throat considering you didn't wake up, but it was still too much. Your sleepy tears drip onto his cock. "Um…" His hand pushed the back of your head, and his cock pressed against your tongue and pumped slowly. You pushed his arm twice in dissatisfaction. When the tip of your tongue was sore from being rubbed, you finally felt the thing leave.

"I'm sorry, babyyy, can you allow me to rub it outside? I won't thrust in…"

You opened your eyes for a few seconds at the harassment, but still spread your legs. After getting permission, Jing Yuan immediately took off your already soaked panties and teased your glistening folds, even pulling them apart with his fingers to look inside. He watched for a few minutes before rubbing his cock against your private parts, rubbing the tip against your slit, and even pressing the whole thing against you, getting wet with the transparent liquid.

"…It still doesn't work, baby, just let me cum inside you once…"

Before you could react, you were picked up by your husband's strong arms. Jing Yuan lay on the bed and lifted you out, slowly placing you on his cock and sinking you in. You lowered your head, feeling the pleasure that traveled through your body and then seemed to explode, and then as the thrusts began, you had to bounce on his cock and chest, moaning. "…you…you…bastard…" Your voice sounded like a kitten's purr under the influence of fatigue. Warm and familiar seeds are sent and spurted into your body.

However, this was not the end. Jing Yuan took a break and started a new round. This time your husband pinned you down.

After completing two rounds, the general placed you contentedly on his chest, closing his eyes and resting with a sweet smile. And you, looking at him, huffed.

You are completely awake.

#yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

[kairiscorner]

omg ... it's time. (please forgive me if the idea is shitty, it was inspired by this masterpiece rghhh it was too cute not to do)

you were always special. — miguel o'hara x reader (2099 followers special).

"hey... you awake?" miguel asked you in a hushed, yet sort of uncharacteristically lingering, voice. you stirred in your half-sleepy daze, humming your response to show that, somehow, you were awake; well, barely. miguel nodded and wrapped his toned arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him as his plush lips pressed against the soft crook of your neck. the feeling sent jolts up your spine, though it wasn't enough to wake you up. you were used to miguel being a little clingy and handsy, so this was nothing new to you—until when he began to ramble and whisper some things you were surprised he had even thought about for the past few days.

"when i was on a mission one time... i had a brawl with a real bad villain, a real tricky anomaly." he began, holding you closer as he narrated to you, his eyes all on your neck and backside as he continued. "...they were really tough to beat, they did quite a number on me when i tried taking them on by myself. reinforcements came, which, thank goodness they did, but... while they were helping me into the portal, since i was, y'know, mangled up a little, i... i just kind of thought of you." he confessed, his whisper softening even more as he said that last word with such emphasis, you could feel his sentiment coursing through your veins.

miguel's free hand ran through your hair, letting his fingers stay a little longer through the threads of your hair as he sighed, lamenting a little. "and i just worried, would you be okay without me? like... i couldn't help but just apologize to you, even if you weren't there at the moment." he murmured with an ironic chuckle in his voice, a few tears stinging at the corner of his eyes. he blinked them back, but he knew more were to come eventually if he kept them bottled up. with a ragged breath, miguel decided to finish his sentimental talk up. "what i'm trying to say is... i'm sorry i make you worry about me. i wish that... we lived in a reality where we're assured a tomorrow, where neither of us have to worry so much, and we can... be happy." his grip on your waist tightened a little, not so much that it hurt, but significantly so that you could feel the genuine hurt in his voice, the true concern, guilt, and pain miguel felt by confiding his deepst feelings to you while you were half asleep.

miguel shakily sighed as a few tears rolled down his chiseled cheeks, this time, he didn't hold anything back anymore, because what was the point? he'd make himself well up with tears if he confronted all this too you anyway, might as well face it head on. "but... even if we don't live in a reality where we get everything we want... i'm more than happy to end up in a universe where i'm with you. that alone is enough, mi vida. that alone is enough." he whispered as he brushed the stray hairs away from your face, smiling to himself as glistening tears formed in his eyes; his vulnerability showing in the dark of night, for only you to hear, hopefully, for you to remember and sink in as your fatigue overtook you and you had finally drifted off to sleep, not being able to reassure miguel, but miguel didn't need you to speak—as long as you knew, in that moment, how he truly felt... it would all be okay.

as long as he has you, in his arms, just like tonight; as long as you love him still no matter how dangerous his life is or how different he can be when tested, he has no other reason to be dissatisfied. because you are all he wants and will come home to, you are his reason, you were always special to him.

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[greg-montgomery]

hiya!! this is my first time doing a request or anything like that buttt i wanted to ask if you could do one where the team is put up in a hotel for the night, everyone is sent to their own separate rooms but hotch called them in to his room bc he had some last minute thoughts about the case, right before they all go to sleep and y/n shows up in a cute sleep set and everyone is like oh but don’t say anything. they talk about the case for a bit and slowly everyone heads off one by one leaving aaron and y/n but plot twist she’s been quiet bc she snoozed off in the seat in the corner. aaron wakes her up and she apologizes, they start talking a little and she realizes how tired he looks and she idk gives him a massage on the shoulders, it can have innuendos in there but i mostly want her to take care of him, maybe they fall asleep together or something fluff it up plss 🫶🏽

hii!! <333 you're so sweet for sending to me your first request!! i'm sorry it took me a thousand years lmfao i really really hope you like it!!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

With your eyes shut and both of your fists rubbing your eyelids softly as if they could take all the tiredness away, you weren’t able to see the looks your current outfit had earned you.

It wasn’t your usual attire for when discussing an unsub’s profile, but Hotch was the one to blame. You were getting ready for bed when JJ knocked on your door and announced that your boss wanted all of you urgently in his room. If he wasn’t your absolute soft spot, you’d be very pissed off about it.

Aaron seemed to have some new ideas about the case, and since the man apparently never slept, he thought all the rest of you would have the same energy as him. And maybe he wasn’t that far off for the others; but you were extremely tired, running only on three hours of sleep.  So you just chose the comfiest looking spot on the couch of Hotch’s room and snuggled with two of the pillows you found there, simply observing the conversation that was taking place and only jumping in for a comment or two. It was already an achievement for you managing to stay awake for an extra hour.

Or so you thought.

“Y/N…” a gentle voice whispered your name. “Y/N…”

The hand on your shoulder shaking you, just as gently, suggested that said voice was trying to wake you up. But you were so comfortable and so sleepy you chose to ignore it. The whispers were lulling you back to sleep anyway.

Before you managed to drift off completely again, the hand moved to cup your face. A thumb was rubbing your cheek as the voice talked to you again. “You’ll hurt your neck.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and slowly blinked, finding the figure of a man sitting next to you. “Hotch?”

“Hi,” he chuckled. “I thought you’d never wake up.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you rushed to apologize. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.”

“That’s alright.” He smiled at you.

Aaron was right about the neck thing, you could already feel the pain growing and you used your hand to massage it as you switched to a more appropriate sitting position on your boss’ couch.

“I tried to warn you,” he said, lifting his brows. “I wake up sore from every single jet nap.”

“Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t even turn your head when talking to us the other day,” you giggled.

“Don’t make fun of the elderly,” he scolded you. “I’m actually suffering from the pain."

“I’m sorry.”

You were still laughing so Hotch didn’t look entirely convinced by your apology. “Yeah, I can see how much.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you repeated more seriously this time. There was a short pause before you spoke again. “You know…I have a friend that’s a physiotherapist and she’s taught me how to relieve neck pain. I could give you a massage. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

He looked surprised by your offer and you worried you overstepped.

“It’ll be my official apology,” you added.

You saw him letting out a heavy sigh and got yourself prepared for rejection, but instead Aaron nodded, “Sure, why not?”

“Nice!” you clapped twice, hoping you didn’t seem overly excited at the thought of touching him that intimately.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fixated on his large body and broad shoulders. So placing your palms on his toned muscles had your heart racing to the point you were scared he could hear your heartbeat.

Aaron’s heavy breaths when you started massaging his neck sent sparks all over your body. You wondered if he sounded like that during other moments in his life and you had to shake your head to send all the inappropriate thoughts away. Still it was next to impossible not to drool over him; touching him and watching him so up-close.

“Is that nice?” you asked.

“Mhm…”

“You have to be careful of how your posture is when you’re sleeping though. You warned me about it, but won’t do the same for yourself.”

“Maybe we can remind each other,” he suggested.

“Well that sounds like a good idea, but sadly we’re not always together when we’re sleeping.”

“Sadly, huh?”

Your hands froze on his shoulders and you could feel them shaking as Hotch started laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, covering your face embarrassed.

“I know,” he reassured you with a small laugh. He reached out behind him for your hands as his head fell slightly back to make eye contact with you. You were still covering your face, so he grabbed your wrists gently and moved them down. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m embarrassed.”

He used his grip on your hands to drag you next to him so he could look at you properly. It didn’t need much effort on his side to make you take a seat by his side. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because you’re Hotch.”

“And?”

“And it’s self-explanatory. You either get it or you don’t.”

“I see.”

You sat next to each other in silence for a bit. Embarrassed or not, you didn’t want to go. This side of Hotch was very rare to be seen, and you felt grateful you got to witness him like this for once. You weren’t ready for it to end.

“Should I go?” you asked hesitantly.

“Do you wanna go?”

It took you a few seconds to reply, trying to make up your answer. You chose to be honest. “Not really.”

“Then stay.”

“I might fall asleep on your couch again,” you warned him.

“Hmm…there are worse things that could happen to me I think,” he said holding back a grin, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

You couldn’t agree more.

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[creedslove]

Hey :) could you maybe do pedro like being sleepy onset. Like bella posted that pic of him sleeping and his talked about falling asleep while filming his death in Game of thrones.

:) thanks

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry it took me so long to write this!

You checked the time once more on your phone and bit your lips, you had knocked three times already on the trailer's door and nothing.

Pedro needed to be back in position 10 minutes ago and no one could find him, so of course, they sent you to check on him. You weren't his personal assistant but since you took the night shifts during the production. You knocked on the door once more, still no answer and it made you a little anxious.

You battled yourself if you should get in or not, and you got another text from the director telling you to hurry.

You checked the doorknob and saw it was unlocked. You decided to come in after all, knocking again

"Pedro? Are you here? I'm coming in…" you said and took a step inside.

The lights were out and it was silent, you could see some of his props scattered here and there and Pedro lying on the couch.

You chuckled softly and came closer.

"Pedro" you whispered in hopes of waking him up, but it was no use.

You saw how cute he looked when he slept, he resembled a sleepy kid and it was honestly adorable.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair a couple of times, seeing how he slowly stirred and opened his eyes.

"Hey, Pedro… hi" you said shyly "sorry about that but the director is looking for you, it's your turn to shoot and he asked me to come get you" you said all at once.

He nodded, still a little confused from his sleep haze and smiled gently at you.

"Thanks for waking me up" he got up and stretched as he yawned, his moves were still slowly and a little lazy but he was finally ready to work again.

"You know this hair stroking thing? I didn't hate that" he winked at you and exited the trailer.

Leaving you with a shy smile in the face.

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[n30nwrites]

the lost boys with male reader who loves naps and is always so sleepy, falls asleep anywhere and gets whiny when the boys tell him he can’t nap cus he sleeps too much n it’s not good for his health <3

Hand in Hand; Comfort mixes with Safety

Summary: Heading to the pier, you can't help but Fall asleep, that's what happens when you finally find your safety.

a/n: Yk I love my lost boys soft, i don't do that manipulative shit (also it drains me). This is short. I don't even know when this request was sent so sorry if it's been a bit.

Word Count: 1.0k

Reader: Male, 2nd person. Use of nicknames but they are genderneutral for the most part, He/Him pronouns are used.

Warnings: Fluff, Surf Nazis, Mention of murder and othr Lost Boys stuff but nothing gone into detail. Reader wants to sleep but boys are worried.

Disclaimer; i do not own The Lost Boys Characters nor Story line nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any images used.

Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are appreciated.

It was easy to fall asleep around them. Not that they were boring, they were quite the opposite actually. But once you had felt safe with them, being around them just felt so calming that you could close your eyes and rest.

And you did that, often.

You loved them, just a little but more than you loved naps. You were always tired, and with your trust in the boys, you knew you could fall asleep at any point and they would protect you.

You never got sleep, you just had naps. Which you preferred. A few hours of sleep made you feel better than sleeping for 8 hours.

Like now, you were napping. You were in the between stages of awake and sleep, your body slowly going numb as your eyes kept fluttering close, your jacket was zipped up to prevent the cold and you were laying your head on David's back.

You were falling asleep, holding onto David on the back of his motorcycle while you and your boys were heading to the pier. The boys could hear your heart beat slowing down, and Marko and Paul looked at each other.

Sleeping on the back of his motorcycle whilst the boys drove at high speeds was dangerous, and David faltered when he felt your grip loosen, his foot slowly lifting from the peddle and slowing down, he readjusted his hands.

"You gotta wake up Darling." David drove with one hand, the other gripping both of your wrists, holding you tightly. "Can't fall asleep on the drive, you'll get hurt." Still human, still fragile, he hated it.

"i'll be fine..." your voice came out soft, as your whined and dug your face deeper into his back, and through the rushing wind if they were human you wouldn't have been heart at all.

"Gotta stay awake, not good for you." He rolled his shoulders, disturbing your comfort more for the sake of keeping you awake. You just huffed at his words, groaning and just turning your head, now facing Dwayne instead of the terror twins. "Don't ignore me."

"We'll be there in a few minutes, just let me sleep until then." It was almost hard for him to argue against you. Out of the four of them, David liked spoiling you the most, anything you wanted, he was willing to give to you. David's one hand that was steering the motorcycle quickly left to gently slap your thigh, "Few more minutes, for me?"

"Love you." Your hands grabbed his shirt, as you put your head on his shoulder, wind blowing in your face so you could stay awake. David returned to his normal speed, which was illegally fast, and it wasn't long before they arrived at the pier, and immediately received dirty looks from the onlookers. You continued to lean, except this time on Dwayne as he was the quieter and stood still better than the blondes. "What are the plans?"

"Terrorize some surf nazis, eat some food because, you, Darlin', haven't eaten at all today and I'm not even sure about yesterday." You weren't with the boys yesterday, work tired you out more than usual and you slept throughout the day, only waking up to do some chores, which they had no idea about. Paul wrapped his arm around you, pulled you away from your human pillow, tugging you to the rides and the food, the sweet smell filled the air.

Nothing really stopped you from your tired state though. While Paul pulled you ahead, Marko, Dwayne, and David followed behind, a few steps away as they spoke to each other.

"It's not healthy for humans to be sleeping this much, right?" David asked.

"Not really, especially with the way he forgets to eat." Dwayne watched as your steps stuttered, slightly tripping over yourself.

"We need to turn him."

"He doesn't want to yet, we're lucky he's fine with everything else." Marko wasn't just mentioning the fact that you knew they were vampires. It was the fact that when David would do anything for you, that meant killing for you, and the other three wouldn't have opposed doing so in your name. And you were aware of that, just that your mind often was imaginative and the one time you had stumbled upon them whilst they were killing, you hadn't exactly been fine with it all. You knew they killed, seeing it meant something else though.

"His health will only get worse if he continues like this."

"Not like he'd actually get it checked out."

"Come on Boys!" You called for them, as Paul was quickly walking to a food truck and grabbing you something. It didn't take long for him to come back, probably because he cut the line and despite his aura, Paul was threatening. You ate quickly, as Marko had insisted that they should head to the Ferris wheel, your eyes were heavy but you tried your best to stay awake.

That didn't last long.

Hadn't even reached the top and your head was slumped against Paul's shoulder. You said you were just resting your eyes but that was a clear lie to everyone that knew you. When you reached the top you were out of it, and the boys just watched, staring as your chest relaxed and your stomach slowly went in and out, your heart beat being the one thing they were focused on.

When the ride ended, Marko was the one to try to wake you, he put his hand on your thigh and gently shook you awake. "Stop..." You dragged out the 'p' as you gently pushed him away.

"We gotta get off."

"Don't wanna," You slurred your words, "I'm tired, Paul's comfy."

"You think all of us are comfy," They were getting closer, and whilst they would be fine with threatening the worker and making the teen just skip them, the boys still had to eat. "We gotta go, time to feed."

"Already ate."

"Not you Mi Corazón."

"Oh." You took your head off of Paul's shoulder as the door opened and Dwayne stepped out. The four followed after him, as they headed towards the beach for a bonfire.

"You've gotta stop sleeping so much, completely ignoring the party all night we got going on." Paul joked, laughing at your playful scowl.

"Plus it's not healthy." Marko adjusted his arm to wrap around you. Another thing the boys did, constant touching. It didn't have to be all the time, but just one of them needed to be touching you.

Comfort, that's what you all felt around each other.

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[nayeonie99]

Sana x Momo / Drunk Call

Momo was sound asleep when she got woken up by the ringing of her phone. She sleepily reached for it and looked at the caller-ID.

Minatozaki Sana...

Momo's eyes were full of sleep, but after reading that name, her eyes shot wide open and her heart started racing. She hated the fact that this name still had this effect on her.

She cleared her throat, to get the sleepiness out of her voice and slowly swiped her thumb to the right, to answer the incoming call.

"Hello?". She rasped out and held her breath, nervously waiting for a respond.

"Ah, thank god you picked up. I'm sorry for disturbing you this late, but Sana and some of the rest of us went out to have some drinks, and now Sana is like super drunk and I didn't know what to do with her, so I told her to unlock her phone and call someone who can pick her up, apparently she chose your contact". The person, which clearly wasn't Sana quickly rambled over the end of the line.

Momo couldn't even process anything right now. Sana chose Momo as the person to contact?

"I'm sorry, but who am I talking to right now?".

"Oh, I'm so sorry, where are my manners. My name is Park Jihyo, I'm a coworker of Sana. I'd take care of Sana myself, but my friend Nayeon, also a coworker of Sana, decided to drink a little bit too much tonight as well, so I'm having my hands full with her already".

"Alright umm, where are you right now? Where is Sana?". Momo asked while she had Jihyo on speaker and quickly changed into some black jeans, a shirt and her shoes.

"We're at this bar near the company, I told Sana to sit down on a chair and ordered a glass of water for her already". Jihyo said and Momo could hear the music playing slightly in the distance. Jihyo must be calling her from outside of the bar right now.

"Alright, send me the address, I'm gonna pick her up". Momo said and grabbed her jacket and keys to walk to her car.

Jihyo thanked her before she ended the call and Momo made her way to the address Jihyo sent her a few seconds after the call ended.

On her way there, her mind was full of questions.

Why did Sana tell Jihyo to call her?

Momo and Sana broke up 2 months ago, they never talked to each other after the breakup. That's why Momo was so surprised to see Sana's name popping up on her phone earlier.

When Momo parked her car in front of the bar and got out of it, she leaned her back against the black Mercedes and fished out her phone to call Sana's number again.

"Hey Momo-ssi". Jihyo picked up the call again and Momo scanned the area with her eyes.

"I'm here, I'm standing outside of the bar. You can come out now, I'm standing in front of a black Mercedes in case you're searching for me".

"Alright, we are coming". Jihyo said before she ended the call.

Momo's nerves skyrocketed after the call ended. This will be the first time seeing Sana after the break up, after 2 months of not talking to each other.

Momo didn't know what Jihyo looked like, but that wasn't necessary, because when two women walked out of the door of the bar, Momo could instantly see that one of them was Sana.

Momo could stand in a room full of people, she'd always find Sana first.

She saw Jihyo looking around, searching Momo with her eyes, and when they finally made eye contact Momo lifted her hand slightly up to wave at Jihyo.

She saw Jihyo dragging Sana along, with her right arm tightly wrapped around the other woman's waist.

Momo gulped when Jihyo whispered something in Sana's ear and her head shot up from Jihyo's shoulder. Dark brown met cinnamon eyes and Sana's face lost all the colour it still had.

It's like the sight of Momo made her sober up a little bit.

"Hey, sorry for the late bother, but I didn't know what to do with her". Jihyo said after she finally got Sana over to Momo.

Jihyo was a beautiful woman. It was nice to finally have a face to the raspy voice Momo had talked to over the phone with this night.

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry about it". Momo said and felt Sana's eyes staring at her.

"So, is that your girlfriend?". Jihyo asked Sana, but all she could do was gulp and shake her head.

"Yeah, no. We aren't together, we're...". Momo paused for a second, her eyes looked at Sana, Sana's eyes looked at Momo.

"Friends, we're friends". Momo finished her sentence and fake smiled afterwards. She tried to act as if the situation wasn't completely awkward at all right now.

"Ah I see, well, I hope it's okay to leave you both alone now, but I have to take care of Nayeon". Jihyo smiled and slowly unwrapped her arm from Sana's waist. The Japanese girl stumbled a little bit, but quickly found her footing again.

"It was nice to meet you Momo, maybe you can tag along when we go out the next time". Jihyo said and waved at Momo one last time before walking back into the bar.

As soon as Jihyo was gone, the atmosphere was more than tense. It was awkward and painful.

"Let's go". Momo said and held out her hand for Sana to take. Sana stared at her hand for a good five seconds, before slowly intertwining her hand with Momo's cold one.

Momo swallowed before she walked Sana to her car to open the passenger seat for her to sit down in. Momo buckled her up and Sana's sweet scent filled her nose after she heard the click of the belt.

She took a deep breath after she slowly closed the passenger door and made her way to the driver's seat, slowly sitting down and buckling herself up as well.

"You shouldn't drink this much, Sana". Momo said after she started the engine of her car.

Sana just blushed and played with the rim of her skirt, she was clearly embarrassed about this whole scenario going on right now.

"I'm sorry that this happened". Sana slurred out and this was the first time that Momo heard her soft voice talk after 2 months.

It made her heart race.

"I know". Momo hummed and started driving into the cool summer night.

"Why didn't you tell Jihyo to call Mina? Why me?". Momo couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know". Sana said and stared out of the window, too scared to meet the other woman's eyes.

Momo didn't believe her, but she decided to not push Sana.

"Do you want me to drive you to your apartment? Or do you want me to let you out at Mina's?". Momo asked after she halted at a red light.

"Can I stay with you tonight?". Sana shyly asked and the grip Momo had on the steering wheel tightened.

"Sana I-".

"Please Momo". Sana said and turned her head to the left, to look straight into Momo's eyes. They just stared at each other, they took in the other persons sharp facial features.

Momo's eyes darted down to Sana's lips and she cursed mentally at herself for feeling so drawn to Sana, as if nothing happened between them.

A car honking behind them broke the moment they shared and Momo cleared her throat before she started driving again.

"Mina is probably with Chaeyoung anyway". Sana mumbled and returned to looking out of the window again.

"Alright, I'll let you stay the night". Momo said and regretted it right after she said it.

"Thank you Momoring". Sana smiled at her and Momo couldn't help to smile a little bit back at the younger girl.

The rest of the drive was filled with silence, just the radio playing some quiet songs.

Momo shut the engine off when they reached her apartment complex. She quickly got out of the car to open Sana's door.

Her fingers shakily opened Sana's seatbelt, before she stepped back a bit to make room for her. Sana slowly tried to stand up, but as soon she was up on her feet her body crashed straight into Momo's.

Momo quickly held her up by the waist, their chests were pressed together and Sana's nose grazed Momo's for a millisecond.

"Slowly". Momo husked out and Sana's grip tightened into the fabric of Momo's shirt.

"Are you okay?". Momo asked and slowly steadied Sana back on her feet. Sana still had her hands clenched into Momo's shirt.

"Y-Yeah, just a bit...dizzy". Sana whispered out, her eyes darted from Momo's eyes down to her plump lips.

Momo gulped, before she grabbed Sana's hands, to remove them from her shirt.

"Do you think you can walk?". Momo asked and slowly let go of Sana's hands. Sana just nodded her head and clenched her hand around the strap of her purse.

Momo locked her car and then started making her way to her apartment, with Sana slowly trailing behind.

When they reached the elevator and Sana pressed the number of the floor Momo's apartment is at before she could do it herself, Momo couldn't help the tiny smirk forming on her lips.

So she still remembers...

It was weird, standing in this elevator with Sana, her ex-girlfriend. In the elevator they had made out millions of times already.

The ding of the elevator broke Momo's train of thoughts and she walked to her apartment door, grabbed her keys and opened the door for Sana and her.

Momo slowly closed the door behind them after Sana made her way into the apartment. Sana stood still for a moment, to take in her surroundings.

Momo's apartment hasn't changed at all, everything was the same, the same paintings hanging on the wall, the same furniture, the same smell.

Momo's smell...

Being here made Sana's heart race more than she'd like to admit. She would've never thought that she'd be here again, not after what happened between Momo and her.

"Come, let's take off your makeup". Momo said and grabbed Sana's wrist to take her to the bathroom.

Momo placed Sana in front of the mirror, grabbed her hairbrush and started brushing Sana's long hair. She felt Sana's eyes on her through the mirror, but decided to avoid eye contact.

After she finished brushing Sana's hair, she grabbed some cotton pads to moisture them with her makeup remover.

She began to gently remove Sana's makeup. When Momo started removing Sana's mascara, she couldn't help to stare into Sana's eyes for a few seconds before she continued removing the rest of Sana's makeup. 

She threw the cotton pads into the bin after she was done and grabbed a spare toothbrush for Sana to use. Momo watched her brushing her teeth, with her shoulder leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom.

This felt so familiar, yet so unfamiliar at the same time. Sana made Momo feel calm and Momo missed this feeling more than anything.

No, it wasn't the feeling she missed.

She missed her.

She missed Sana.

Her Sana.

When Sana finished brushing her teeth, she washed her face afterwards and took some of Momo's moisturiser.

She washed her hands and dried them with Momo's towel before she followed Momo into her bedroom.

"Here, you can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch for tonight". Momo said and lifted up the covers for Sana, to signal her to slide under them.

"I need to change my clothes". Sana still slurred a bit. Momo's eyes slightly widened and she quickly grabbed some spare clothes for Sana to take.

"Okay, take these". Momo said and handed Sana the clothes.

"Can you help me?". Sana asked and tilted her head slightly to the side, staring up at Momo with those beautiful cinnamon eyes Momo fell for so hard.

Momo didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded her head slowly up and down. She walked towards Sana's direction and slowly started to tug the white buttoned up shirt Sana was wearing from out of her skirt.

Sana's breath hitched slightly when she felt Momo's fingers brush against her exposed skin. Momo's eyes were fixed on the buttons she was opening. She was sure that if she'd look into Sana's eyes right now, things would just escalate.

When she opened every single button of Sana's shirt, she slowly slid it down her shoulders and took it completely off.

"Can you take off my bra? I feel uncomfortable with it on while I'm sleeping". Sana asked and Momo's eyes widened even more.

Momo didn't say anything, she just slid her hands behind Sana's back and opened the buckle of Sana's bra. Momo slowly straightened herself and pulled the strings down Sana's shoulders.

Momo gulped at the sight of Sana's exposed chest. She always loved Sana's breasts, they were the perfect size.

"Now take off my skirt". Sana rasped out and let her back fall against the mattress.

Momo bit her lip and reached the zipper of Sana's skirt with shaky hands, to pull it down. She firmly gripped the fabric, to tug it down Sana's long legs.

"Okay, all done". Momo breathed out and wanted to walk away, but Sana grabbed her wrist to hold her in place.

"I want everything off". Sana rasped out and Momo gulped.

"Sana, I don't think that this is necessary". Momo blushed and glanced down to Sana's panties.

"I want them off though, you know I prefer sleeping naked anyways". Sana smirked and Momo let out a sigh.

"Fine, if that's what you want". Momo mumbled and Sana let go of Momo's wrist.

Momo slid her fingers under the waistband of Sana's panties and pulled them slowly down Sana's legs. She took them completely off and placed them on top of the rest of Sana's clothes.

Momo felt like she was glued on the spot. She couldn't move away from Sana. Her eyes raked over Sana's entire body and she had to bite her lip. She felt her cock twitch in her pants.

Sana looked up at her, their eyes were exchanging words, playing a dangerous game of who will break first.

When Sana slightly spread her legs apart, and Momo saw how wet she was, she couldn't hold herself back any longer.

"Fuck it". Momo breathed out, before straddling Sana's hips to press their lips together.

They both sighed into the kiss, Sana's fingers tangled into Momo's dark hair to pull her even closer.

Momo felt Sana tugging on her shirt, silently telling her to take it off. Momo pulled away from the kiss to quickly take off her shirt and bra, leaving her only in her black pants and underwear.

Sana looked up at her with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. Momo always got weak at this sight of Sana, so she quickly unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants to take them off, together with her boxers, leaving her completely naked as well.

Sana hummed satisfactorily and let her hands run down Momo's abs. Momo couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips, which mad Sana smirk as well.

"I missed this". Sana said and wrapped her hand around Momo's cock, slowly jerking her off.

Momo watched with hungry eyes, she wanted to say that she missed this too, that she missed having Sana this close, but she couldn't find her voice.

"Lay up on the bed baby, let me make you feel good". Momo said and this made Sana nearly moan out loud.

She quickly laid down on the bed, her head was resting against Momo's pillows at the headboard and then Momo crawled slowly onto the bed, to hover right in front of Sana's face.

"Hi". Sana breathed out with a lazy smile playing on her lips. Her fingers gently caressed Momo's face, feeling her soft skin under her fingertips.

"Hi". Momo replied. The same smile Sana was showing started forming on Momo's face and she closed her eyes for a few seconds, to enjoy the feeling of Sana's gentle fingers on her warm skin.

When she opened her eyes again, Sana was staring at her with longing eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret this tomorrow". Momo said and caressed Sana's hair with her right hand.

"I'm sure about this. I never regretted you, Momo". Sana said, the slur was now completely gone, her voice sounded clear and confident.

"Neither did I". Momo said, before she leaned down to press their lips together into another sensual kiss.

Sana wrapped her arms completely around Momo's neck, to pull her impossibly closer against her naked body.

"Please...". Sana whined out after Momo pulled away first.

Momo slowly positioned the tip of her dick against Sana's pussy, letting it slide up and down her folds, to collect Sana's slickness.

Before Momo pushed into her, she looked up to check if Sana is ready. Sana just nodded her head, telling Momo silently that it's okay.

Momo slowly entered her, inch by inch. Sana's pussy was sucking her cock in, engulfing it in a tight heat.

"Oh my god". Sana whispered before she clenched her hands around Momo's wrists.

"Fuck". Momo shakily moaned out before she started moving her hips at a quicker pace, fucking into Sana in a steady rhythm.

"Momo". Sana moaned out, her head flew back into the pillows and her mouth shot open because of the way Momo's cock was stretching her out.

Momo let out a moan as well, at the way Sana kept moaning her name every few seconds. She knelt up, so her back is straightened and grabbed Sana's legs to place them on top of her shoulders. She leaned forward, so Sana's legs were folded and then started pounding into her.

"Fuck yes, just like that babe". Sana cried out. That nickname made Momo bite her lip, while she watched Sana falling apart under her.

"Yeah? Is that good baby?". Momo huffed out and gripped Sana's hips tightly with her hands. Their skin kept slapping together harshly and Momo could feel her abs starting to burn.

"Y-Yes, please". Sana cried out and covered her eyes with her arm. Momo quickly removed Sana's arm though, before she pressed Sana's wrists up above her head.

"I want to see your pretty eyes, love". Momo said and quickly pecked Sana's lips, before she cupped Sana's face with her right hand, pressing her fingers into Sana's cheeks to make her look at Momo.

"I love to watch you fall apart". Momo husked out and Sana's eyes rolled back after Momo hit that specific spot inside of her.

"I'm gonna cum". Sana cried out again. Momo smirked and nodded her head, "Yeah, cum for me baby". She hummed.

Sana's stomach clenched together, her whole body started trembling and she let out a shaky breath when she came undone underneath Momo.

"Mhm, such a good girl". Momo hummed and pulled out of Sana to turn her around on all fours. Not even giving her time to at least calm down a bit after her soul crashing orgasm.

"You're so beautiful". Momo breathed out, more to herself than towards the girl bending down in front of her, after her eyes scanned Sana's naked back. But still, Sana heard Momo and clenched her hands tightly into the sheets, letting out shaky breaths.

These type of words of affirmation made Sana go absolutely insane. It made her heart beat faster, her stomach clench and her mind foggy.

But it's not like Momo didn't know about this. She knew exactly what she was doing to the other girl, she knew exactly what to say and where to touch her. And it drove Sana more than mad. Mad that Momo still knew how to handle her, even tho it's only been two months. These months felt like years. But Sana wouldn't have it any other way right now.

So when Momo pushed back into her, filling her completely, she closed her eyes and pressed her face into the mattress, letting out muffled moans when the older girl started moving her hips.

No one could do it like Momo, and for Sana it will always be Momo. Who knows maybe it's wrong, that the thing they're doing right now is not right, but the both of them didn't care, not for a single second they regretted it.

They just wanted to feel like this for one more time, one last time. Being there, together in the comforting light of the night, expressing their emotions they can't express with words.

And that's exactly what they did.

"Sana". Momo moaned out and threw her head back, gripping Sana's hips tightly, to pull her more into her thrust. Sana's eyes rolled back and her grip on the sheets got impossibly tighter, making her knuckles turn white from the strong grip she had on them.

Momo's jaw slacked open when she felt the way Sana was clenching around her. Her eyes looked down, watching how her cock slides in and out of Sana with ease, coated with Sana's wetness.

"Fuck...". She rasped out, eyes hazed and cheeks flushed, abs burning by how hard and fast she was going.

"Momo, please". Sana cried out, arching her back. Momo bit her lip, watching her side profile, the way Sana's lips were parted, sweat dripping down her jaw, down to her neck. The way some strands of hair were sticking against her skin.

Momo was in such a haze, it felt like a fever dream where she never wanted to wake out of.

"You're gonna cum for me again? Huh?". Momo huffed out, spanking Sana's ass harshly.

"Fuck, yes. Please Momo". Sana cried out even harder, legs trembling already.

"It's okay my love, u can come. Let go for me". Momo said and angled her hips a bit lower, to hit that specific spot inside of Sana, making her completely break down underneath of her.

Sana came with a loud scream, her entire body started shaking, eyes tightly clenched together. Her grip on the sheets slowly loosened up and her body fell completely down onto the mattress.

"Good girl". Momo hummed and kissed up Sana's spine, up to her shoulder blades and cheek. Sana started smirking, and turned around so she's on her back again.

"What about you?". Sana asked and wrapped her arms around Momo's neck.

"I'm good, don't worry about me". Momo smiled and caressed Sana's cheek gently with her thumb.

"You need a reward though, since u put in so much effort and work". Sana grinned and turned them around so Momo is lying on her back and Sana is kneeling between her legs.

"Oh do I?". Momo rasped out and rested her back against the headboard. Sana slowly crawled closer, grabbing her cock in her hand and started jerking her off slowly.

"Yes, definitely". Sana hummed before she leaned down to take Momo's cock in her throat. Momo instantly let out a moan when she felt Sana's soft lips engulf her length, her hand instantly tangled into her hair, grabbing the back of her head tightly, but not pushing Sana's head more down. She wanted to give Sana the entire control.

When Sana swirled her tongue around her tip Momo's eyes rolled back and her tummy clenched together.

"Fuck, I love this". Momo breathed out and Sana took her out of her mouth, "I know that", she smirked before sucking Momo back into her mouth.

"Holy shit". Momo moaned out when Sana started bopping her head up and down, feeling her dick slide down Sana's tight throat.

"Sana...I'm close already". After Momo said that, Sana took her even deeper down her throat. Momo's eyes widened and it didn't take much more than that to make Momo explode into her mouth.

Sana hummed at the taste of Momo's cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it all and slowly pulled Momo back out of her mouth again, just to get pulled into a deep kiss, by the back of her neck from Momo.

The both sighed into the kiss and pressed their bodies together, feeling each others body heat.

Sana was the first one to pull away from the kiss. They stared into each other's eyes and both of their hearts started racing.

"Sana...". Momo breathed out, her thumb caresses San's bottom lip. Sana just stared at her, waiting for Momo to continue.

"Thank you for choosing me as the person to call". Momo smiled and slid a strand of hair behind Sana's ear. Sana returned the smile, she knew what Momo meant with that, so she grabbed Momo's cheeks with her hands and said, "I will always choose you as the person to call", before pulling her into another deep, longing kiss.

#twice smut #twice momo #twice sana #twice #kpop #g!p #g!p momo #exes to lovers

[massivedrickhead]

Sleepy prompt #10 “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Another short and sweet one!

I think I'm on like a 14 day streak or something, I hope the quality isn't starting to dip 😬😂

10. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that,” Chloe said, hitting stop on the credits of the movie that was playing on Beca’s laptop.

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Beca said, shutting the laptop and moving it off the bed. “You don’t like scary movies, I don’t know why you always insist on watching them.”

“I do like them!” Chloe insisted. 

“They terrify you,” Beca replied.

“Which is what they’re meant to do,” Chloe countered. 

“You can never sleep after them, which means I never get to sleep after them,” Beca said.

“I’m not stopping you from sleeping,” Chloe said. Beca raised her eyebrows at her. “I’m not. You are free to go sleep in your own bed if I’m going to keep you up.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying,” Beca said. “I just don’t know why you need to watch them at night when you know how freaked out you get.”

Chloe shrugged. “It’s all part of the fun.”

“Fun?”

“If you’re the one that’s too scared to watch them, then you just need to say so and we’ll watch other stuff,” Chloe said.

“They don’t bother me, I’d sleep like a baby tonight if I could,” Beca said. 

“Well, then go ahead,” Chloe replied, gesturing up to Beca’s bedroom. “I won’t have anyone saying that I robbed Beca Mitchell of her beauty sleep.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Chloe said. 

Beca could tell that Chloe wasn’t going to let this go, so with a huff and a roll of her eyes, Beca grabbed her laptop, gave Chloe a quick kiss on the cheek, and then climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

“Trouble in paradise?” Amy asked when Beca walked in. 

“I think this might be the equivalent of me being sent to sleep on the couch,” Beca said. “All because I suggested that she shouldn’t watch scary movies before bed.”

“Sucks to be you, shortstack,” Amy said.

Beca noticed she was pulling on her shoes. “Going somewhere?”

“Gotta go see a man about a horse,” she replied. 

“Is that code for ‘booty call at Bumper’s place’?”

“Got it in one,” Amy said. “Don’t wait up.”

When Amy left Beca got settled in bed, put on one of the playlists she used to help her fall asleep, and switched out the light.

For the most part, Beca had never been the type of person who struggled to fall asleep, but that night it just wouldn’t happen.

She tossed and turned, and flipped her pillow over to the ‘cool side’ about a hundred times. 

She just couldn’t switch off.

She couldn’t get the image of Chloe, alone in her room and potentially freaked out, out of her head.

Plus, she really wasn’t used to sleeping alone anymore now that she and Chloe had started dating.

She sat up with a huff and realised it was no good.

For Chloe’s part, she was doing okay.

She knew she wasn’t likely to get much sleep, but she wasn’t really bothered. She didn’t have any classes the next day, so she knew she could sleep in or grab a nap if needed.

The string of fairy lights around her bed was switched on, and she was happily scrolling through TikTok with a mug of hot chocolate. 

The occasional creak of the house still made her jump, and if she thought too long about the movie, she felt the fear begin to creep up her back again, but other than that she was coping pretty well.

Then she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Chloe?” 

“Uh-uh?” Chloe said, her mouth twitching into a smile as she recognised the voice.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Beca pushed Chloe’s door open and closed it behind her.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “I shouldn’t have said that you keep me up. You don’t. I… I’m sorry.”

Chloe’s smile grew, and she moved over in bed and patted the space beside her. 

Beca’s shoulders dropped as the tension left her body, and she joined Chloe in bed. Her head came to rest on Chloe’s shoulder, and Chloe kissed her head.

“So, can’t sleep without me, huh?”

“Something like that,” Beca said. “Don’t tell the others how mushy you’ve made me.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Chloe replied. 

Beca smiled and stifled a yawn. “Are you still freaked out by the movie?”

“A little,” Chloe said. “But you don’t need to stay up.”

“No, no,” Beca said, rubbing at her eyes. “I can stay up.”

“Beca,” Chloe laughed. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep.

“We can watch another movie,” Beca said, grabbing her phone and opening up Netflix. “A happy one.”

She handed it to Chloe to pick, and Chloe picked the first dumb romantic comedy she saw. The case on Beca’s phone also doubled as a stand, so she put the on her nightstand, and they changed their positions so Beca became the little spoon and they could both see the screen.

“Should have brought my laptop down,” Beca mumbled. 

“As if you’re not going to be asleep in thirty seconds anyway,” Chloe said, kissing the back of Beca’s head. “Thank you,” she added. “This… this really helps.”

“Like I said,” Beca said, closing her eyes as the movie started, “you made me mushy.”

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[strawhatsoraya]

ICHIGO X READER

someone had sent me a request that pretty much asked what kind accidents or little awkward incidents Ichigo would have with his s/o on the first year of being intimate. I accidentally deleted it *sobs* so I'm sorry. I don't have your username but I still completed the request cause I found it cute and interesting lol

A Year with You

ICHIGO X FEM READER | NO PRONOUNS | NSFW-ish (not explicit but it's suggestive so let's be safe then)

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

CONTENT WARNING: heavy amounts of fluff--be safe out there, kids. some suggestive content considering the theme at place here, hard not to be. no explicit sexual acts described, except the last one is about nipple play. nipples mentioned but no mention of breasts or vagina so should be pretty gender neutral (but labeled fem reader cause I wasn't too sure and rather be safe)

A SUMMARY: 1 year. 12 months. 12 drabbles for Kurosaki Ichigo.

i. july - ice cream

Sweet and sticky, drip drip dripping down your wrist.

It had started innocently enough, sharing ice cream pops in his bedroom in a pitiful attempt to combat the heat. The fan blew hot air through your hair, and while it did nothing to ease the absolute heat consuming Ichigo, you seemed to welcome it; eyes closed, content with even the slightest reprieve.

A messy eater, it wasn’t new; he was used to cleaning up after you, napkins conveniently sopping up whatever mess you had made.

Today, there were no napkins, today he felt bold enough to use his tongue.

His mouth on your wrist, his mouth on your neck, his mouth on yours. You tumbled in bed, eagerly and awkwardly; ice cream wrappers discarded. It isn’t until his hands are buried in your hair, until you feel his erection between your legs that you feel something completely different–cold, sticky, wet.

He groans at the realization, sitting up again to stare at the abandoned ice cream pop melting on your belly through your shirt. “Shit, sorry,” he mumbles trying to pick it up, but the pop breaks, leaving Ichigo with only the stick.

Your laugh is contagious and forgiving. He smiles despite the crippling blush on his cheeks. 

ii. august - 3 am

Your text comes in at early hours in the morning.

He is awake, of course, on duty. He considers his options, weighs the pros and the cons. Even with the cons, he is compelled to ignore them, especially when you text again; your tone is a little suggestive, a selfie attached.

He arrives through your window unannounced, thinking perhaps you’d appreciate his eagerness. Instead he is met with your shrill yelling, fists flying in self defense. He is shocked, taken aback that nothing had gone according to plan. You calm down as he holds your wrists, holds you against him. His brows are furrowed, as usual, cheeks blotchy in hues of rose. 

“You should have told me you were coming,” you tell him, still in the same set of lacy underwear you had put on for this picture. He swallows, taking the sight of your bare skin, the way the elastic digs into your flesh. 

“Sorry, I thought it would be…” he flinches, unable to say the word; sexy. Unwilling to reveal his inner thoughts—a gang of insecurities chasing him like spirit orbs, he kisses you as a distraction. Your mouths collide, heated and pliable.

Outside the window, a crescent moon watches.

iii. september - wake up

Your hand is heat incarnate, a vicious sun that shows no mercy. Relentlessly, you allow it to travel and back forth over his abdomen, fingers rippling over toned muscle. He swallows, half asleep, half aroused. 

Your breath in his ear is infinitely more interesting, louder even, than the birds chirping outside the window–announcing the break of dawn; a new day.

But what does it matter when your hand slides between elastic and skin, when your fingers grip his shaft. You move, slowly–an excruciating pace that he wonders if he should blame on your sleepiness. There is a groan in the back of his throat, one he tries to swallow but turns into a shout when he hears yelling in the corridor, a thunder of familiar footsteps leading them to his bedroom door.

He throws you off the bed, shoves you in the closet at the nick of time. He thought his father was past the annoying wake up calls, but it seems Ichigo had been thinking wrong a lot as of late.

iv. october - dress

He had papers to write, and a city to keep space.

You had a bachelorette party to go to, friends to keep up with.

Sometimes, you were simply just not the same. He watches you as you stand in front of the floor length mirror, admiring yourself for the umpteenth time. It’s not that he disagrees with your suddenly inflated ego. In fact, he understands completely.

He too is riveted by the way your figure looks in your new clothes, the air of confidence, the way the color compliments your skin. 

“I’m not letting you go out dressed like that,” he says, gritting his teeth, ready for the fight. You watch him over your shoulder, a funny expression on your face before you laugh at him.

His false bravado disappears, and he smiles awkwardly before shuffling off the bed. He wraps his arms around you, kisses up your jaw.

“Sorry, I thought you’d be into that,” he confesses to the hair above your ear. You hum, fingers searching skin underneath his shirt. 

“I kinda am, actually.”

Your kiss catches him off guard, and so do your mischievous hands, digging nails into his backside. He falters back on the bed, nearly missing as you topple over him. You both laugh, nerves and hormones fluttering in your veins. Four months and he still couldn’t get over how easily you flustered him.

v. november - a need, a want; a desperation

“Ichigo,” you hiss, voice imploring; chastising. He does not hear you, mouth grappling with the fact that no matter how much he kissed, bit or sucked that spot on your neck it felt like he was not close enough; never close enough. “We’re in public.”

You say this, but your body was a traitor. When did it become a devout follower or Kurosaki Ichigo? Your neck pulls your head back, giving him access to destroy what was left of your will.

Your legs tremble, as he slides a leg between them. He presses you against the stall, and when you moan it echoes loudly in the bathroom. His hand flies to your mouth, and he stares at you wide eyed and sweaty.

The sound of a flushing toilet makes him curse, and before you can ask him to be quiet, he has your hand in his and you’re running–flying–out of the bathroom. You think you should be embarrassed, and you are, but Ichigo seemed to be even more than you. You laugh despite your nerves, free hand jittery.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you’re out on the sidewalk. He’s still pulling you along, hurrying. 

“You said you could be quiet.”

vi. december -  love

Snowy landscapes and the promises of warmth kept you inside. It was enough to know you could keep hidden under a thick blanket, but when Ichigo had arrived, a hunger in his eyes, you were caught unawares.

His mouth was scalding on your skin, reminding you that he was the sun; your sun, the one that shined with kindness, nurtured you, helped you grow. His hands are clumsy, rough as he takes off your clothes.

“I don’t think I'll be able to stop loving you tonight,” he mumbles, voice taut as he kisses up the column of your neck. You want to drown in his voice, allow the words to fill your lungs and suffocate you–but Ichigo is having a hard time with your flannel pajamas. Your head is stuck where he tries to lift, and you laugh loudly, before squealing when he tugs harder.

“The buttons!” you yell, slapping your hands blindly where you think he is. “You have to undo all the buttons.”

He apologizes, and you laugh. Once you’re free, you take his face in your hands, dropping soft noisy kisses on his lips.

“It’s okay, I still love you.”

vii. january - positions

In all honesty, he knew that sex with him was what some would describe as pretty vanilla. He didn’t mind. He thought he was blessed just to be able to touch you, kiss you. The fact that you took pleasure in anything he could do for you was more than he could have hoped for.

Still, illicit conversations he had heard during a university class rattled his senses; throwing out orders, instructions. Your arms were around his shoulders, your mouth parted, little soft pants filling the room. 

He doesn’t ask, and acts instead. He picks you up, tries to hold you against him as he begins to fall back on the bed. The change in your center of gravity startles you. You yelp, hands going out to stop yourself from the feeling of falling. You grab tufts of his orange hair, open your eyes wide to try to take in the scene.

He looks up at you, blinking slowly. He rubs circles on your back, gently, a form of apology.

“Sorry,” he mumbles and you wrinkle your nose, hating how he was always apologizing. “I thought we could try something different.”

Awkwardly changing positions

viii. february - bath

“Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

You chuckle, twist your foamy body in the tub to take him in. Surely, he didn’t have to ask? You raise an eyebrow and nod. 

He is eager, an almost childish grin on his face as he tosses his clothes off himself. You watch him, hands to your mouth in an attempt to stave off the giggling. When he joins you, it’s a splash of water, large limbs trying to fold themself into each other.

You shout, laughter chasing after it quickly. His grin is dopey, as he reaches for you, in an attempt to kiss you. More water spills over and you yell his name, not really mad at him at all.

“Don’t tell me,” you say, as he is finally able to fit behind you, rubbing soft circles on your soapy back. “You thought it would be sexy.” Him and his never ending quest to be sexy was becoming quite comical.

You can’t see him, but you know–you know the blush on his cheeks, the redness of his ears. You smile, leaning back to rest your head on his chest. You look up for confirmation, see the pink splotches revealing all his secrets.

ix. march - a little jealousy

He knows you are his but the thorn is still there.

It punctures his heart, causing a bleed that poisons his insides. Heat is all encompassing, ushering war drums into his ears in the sound of his rapid heart beating.

He clutches the silverware tightly in his hands. The waiter is merely doing his job, he reminds himself, as he seems to smile broader at you, laugh louder at your little benign jokes about the menu.

When he finally has you alone, his hands are vicious. They pull on your hair, tug on your clothes until seams rip. The sound of tearing fabric is loud in your ears, and you gasp, feeling him tug on your underwear next.

“Ichigo no!” you tell him, but it is too late. He doesn't listen to your pleas, about how expensive this set of lingerie is. In the back of his mind, he is aware you won’t let this go, but he thinks dousing himself with you would be safer for his health; anything to quell the fire within him.

x. april - missing

“We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that,” he says, mouth on your neck, hands roaming all over your body. You remind him, you’re at a birthday party–Ishida’s party.

He mumbles some excuse, picking you up to place you on the kitchen counter. This was beyond inappropriate. You try to remind him as much with your mouth, but failed when he captured your bottom lip between his. So you try your hands next, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders.

It doesn’t work, he groans instead, and it is like that with Ichigo’s face buried in your chest that Ishida finds you both.

“I didn’t need to see that,” Ishida says and quickly exits.

xi. may  - thighs

Treacherous, burning hands gripping your thighs. You try to stay unreadable, fixing a neutral expression on your face. The dinner table is your ally as it hides the wandering fingers of Kurosaki Ichigo. He grips the flesh of your thighs, and tries to pry your legs open.

You are strong, he has to admit, but he was stronger.

His hand moves with purpose, but there is an ominous feeling that halts him. He looks up to find Rukia staring at him, a hand covering her mouth. He shakes his head, ever so slightly as if to beg her for silence. She leans into Renji, whispers into his ear.

xii. june - play

Your chest is soft, pliable and malleable under his hands.

His mouth is fire; one that burned and created like a resurrecting phoenix. He sucks on your nipples with devotion, eyes closed, a thrum that courses through his body. You feel his eagerness as his strength gets away from him. Your brows furrow together, when he sucks a little too hard. You grit your teeth when he nips, a little bit too much and you’re sure you’ll bruise. You’re willing to take pain with pleasure but when his teeth clench around one erect nipple you shout, and bring hand hard to the side of his head.

“Back off a little!”

He apologizes, again, as usual before he starts over.

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[boliv-jenta]

Jack Daniels x reader

WC: 710

Warnings: Father's Day angst.

Promise

The sun warmed your face as it slipped through the curtains. The stars were too beautiful for you to cover up last night as you struggled to fall asleep. The apprehension of what today you bring buzzing under your skin.

Jack was at your back, an arm lax over your waist, seemingly unmoved since it wrapped around your restless form at 3am. The clock read 7am. Way too early to be up on a sleepy Sunday. Half an hour later, your bladder began to protest at your attempt at pretending to be asleep. Jack stirred as you slipped from the bed. His 'good morning' lacked his usual cheer.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. There was no whistling from Jack as he cooked. He hadn't even bothered with the radio. 

You didn't notice either of those things until you were halfway through picking at your pancakes. "How about some music?"

The radio sang to life as you turned up the volume. An ad for a car dealership rang out as you returned to the table. Just as you decided to push the plate away from you, a familiar song sent a shiver through you. Who's going to drive you home tonight?

Jack noticed straight away. "What is it?"

"This song reminds me of my dad." You tried to shrug it off but Jack's hand stilled your shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, Sugar." His reassurance made you feel safe enough to let the tears gathering in your eyes fall. 

"I'm sorry. I know today must be hard for you." You tried your best to wipe the tears away, suddenly feeling foolish for crying when Jack had been through the same loss as you as well as a much more painful one.

"It'd be harder without you here, Darling." Sitting back in his seat next to you, he pulled you into his lap. "So why does that song remind you of your dad? Was it one of his favourites?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just have a strong memory of him driving me home one night with that song playing. Maybe because it went together it stuck in my head. I don't have many memories of him."

"What others do you have?" He pulled you in tighter, his hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours.

"The smell of dirt and coal. He was always working with his hands. He would do jobs for anyone. He used to use detergent on his hands to scrub it all off." 

"Huh, just like you showed me when we painted this place."

"Yep. I remember him cooking for me and my mom. The sound of his heartbeat as I snuggled into his chest."

Sobs welled up from where you had pushed everything down. 

"Hey. Hey. You're okay." Jack gently rocked you in his lap. "My daddy taught me how to ride. How to shoot. How to make all types of fires that would burn wherever you needed them. One's buried in the ground so the smoke wouldn't billow. One's that would burn in a storm. He taught me how to survive." Jack smiled to himself. "And to whistle. The man loved music but he had no talent for it. He couldn't hold a tune in a bucket!"

The two of you shared a laugh at that. "Neither can I. That's why I learned to play the guitar. Women love a musician. I started learning to play some lullabies for my boy…I wasn't going to put him through listening to my singing."

"I'm sure he would have loved them all the same." You leaned your forehead against his catching the gleam of tears in his eyes.

"Thank you." His moustache scratched your cheek as he pressed a kiss there. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I may have lost a lot but I found something special too. You're the reason  I'll get through this hard day and every one after. If you let me, I'll be here for all your hard days too."

"You promise?" You asked with a child like hope.

You knew all too well that no one could promise anyone their tomorrows but if anyone could give it a damn good go at delivering, it would be your Jack.

"Promise." He agreed, pressing his lips to your wedding ring.

You may not have enough memories of your father to keep him alive, but like Jack, he would be forever etched into your heart.

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Hidden Away - Chapter 17

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3000+

Hello guys. My life has changed in the last few days and I'm always tired and, because the interactions are getting less and less with every chapter I'm thinking about ending this fic with two more episodes after this one, I have ready for a while now. So, you guys enjoy these last 3 chapters. It won't have a definite ending but well. Thanks for all who read it.

Chapter 17

When you woke up, you took your hands to your eyes to rub them and then stretched to remove the weight you felt on your shoulders. When you shifted in the chair you let out a small groan.

“Ouch, I'm all crooked.”, you said taking a hand behind your back.

“That's what happens when you sleep in a chair.”, Javi said, making you realize that his gaze was on you.

“Well, I didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep.”

“Apparently you really need my company to sleep.”

"It seems so. Listening to you talk makes me sleepy.”

“Yeah right, it was me talking.”

“Apparently it's not the fact that I'm snuggling up to you because I fell asleep far away.”

“You did, but your hand only let go of mine now when you woke up.”, Javi replied with the beginning of a smile that made your skin crawl.

“What?”, you replied with your face turning pink with embarrassment.

“You have to admit it, you can't rest without feeling my skin on yours.”

“Or maybe I was tired and fell asleep, after having been thinking for so long that I had to find a new partner for the working trio. Now that I've started to be able to put up with you, I don't want to have to get used to someone else.”, you said to divert the conversation.

"I'll pretend I believe it."

“Seriously, even here you can't stop complaining about each other?”, Steve's voice sounded from the bedroom door.

“Steve, I completely forgot to tell you that Peña had woken up.”, you reciprocated.

"Don’t worry. The hospital called the embassy. But I was surprised not to see you there today. Did you come here straight away from home?”

"From home? Hmmmm...”

“So you don't know that the girl here hasn't left my side? She complains a lot but she can't live without me anymore.”, Javi said with a laugh that was still a little painful.

“Didn't you get to go home? You promised me you would rest.”, Steve grumbled in your direction.

“And I was going home. But then I didn't go.”

“Wow, how eloquent. You were going home but then you didn't.”

"Exactly. You see, simple and concise.”, you ended up answering.

“But look, Messina wasn't happy with the fact that you didn't go today. She needs your report.”

“The report... I never thought of it again.”

“Yes, but Messina did. And she's waiting for it so, if I were you, I'd go there as soon as possible.”

“Yes, I will. Well,”, you said turning to Peña. “You have Steve's company now so you already have someone to hear you moan.”

“Does he hold my hand too?”

"Say that again and I will hold just a finger, in the air."

“From you I accept everything.”

“I'm leaving before I send you back to the OR. See you later Steve.”

"See you later."

You left the room and went to the telephone to call a cab that took you towards the embassy. You still thought about going home first to take a shower but your car was still at your workplace and you didn't want to have to call another taxi to take you from home to the office. As soon as you arrived at your desk, Messina's assistant called for you.

“Y/N, you better go inside right now. She really wants to talk to you.”

"Seriously? Is she that upset?"

“You better get in quickly.”

"Ok, thanks." You knocked on the door and a voice told you to come in.

“So now you arrive when you feel like it?”

“I'm sorry but I was at the hospital with Peña. I lost track of time.”

“You were at the hospital with Peña. But are you a nurse now?”

"Sorry?"

“I am asking if you are a nurse. That would be the only reason for you to spend hours with Agent Peña at the hospital instead of being here, working.”

“Agent Peña was injured on a mission. I was the one who found him. I wanted to know if he was going to be okay.”

“Steve also wanted to know if his partner was going to be okay and he was here.”

You started to get unnerved by all the questions that were being asked.

“I know that for you we are mere instruments. When one stops working you get another. But for me Peña, Steve and everyone else I work with are people, some of them are friends. You value the bureaucracy of a report more than the life of an agent.”

“Who do you think you are talking to?”

“With the responsible for all those who work here. With the person that should consider the well-being and health of all of us and not the number of papers we fill out each day.”

Messina looked at you with eyes full of anger, although she understood your position.

“Go fill out the report on yesterday and then I want you to go and question La Quica.”

“After everything I've told you, do you really think it's a good idea for me to interrogate that guy? I think Carrillo is more than capable of making him talk.”

"He is. This time I’ll let it go. But if you repeat this type of behavior, you are sent back to where you came from.”

"I understand. But then you'll also understand when I tell you I'll be going back to the hospital when I finish the report. Have a nice day.”, and so you turned your back and walked out of Messina's office before she could answer again. After today you had to be careful with what you did. You couldn't give her any reasons to send you away. At least until you catch Escobar. You went to your desk and filled in what you had to fill in as quickly as possible and, handing the documents to Messina's assistant, you left the building and got into your car towards your house. Closing the door, you tossed your bag onto the sofa and dropped down next to it. A long sigh left your lips and your eyes closed in weariness. Still sitting, you took off the t-shirt you had been wearing since the day before. You got up and went towards your room where you took off the rest of your clothes and finally went to take a shower. The sensation of the water running through your body made it relax and unwind a little. You risked closing your eyes with the feeling of relief but quickly opened them again, when the black was replaced by memories of Peña's body falling, the metallic scent of the blood that covered him, his expressionless eyes. You got out of the shower again and chose an outfit to wear. Taking a bottle of water and a piece of fruit, you grabbed your things again and headed towards the hospital. When you got to Peña's room you started to hear Steve's voice complaining to Javi.

"So I can't leave you two boys alone that you star arguing right away?"

“Y/N, can you tell poor Javi here that he needs to eat?”

Y/N, can you tell blondie here that I can't even stand the smell of food here?”

“Okay, let's see. Peña, you're going to have to eat whether you like it or not. You lost a lot of blood and even with the transfusion you underwent, you are still very weak and if you continue like this you will never leave here.”

“And what's wrong with that? It’s much better to lie here for the rest of my life resting than having to eat this.”, he said pointing to the board in front of him.

“Come on, it can't be that bad. Let me see that.” You approached his bed, picked up the fork and brought a piece of food to your mouth. Soon your face contorted with the taste of what you had just eaten.”

“I can see you're loving it.”, Peña said seeing your expression.

“What kind of food is this?”

“You can now tell Steve why I don't eat that shit.”

"You're right, but you still have to eat something."

“Yes, but what? We can't bring anything from the bar because of the diet they put him on.”, Steve continued. You thought for a while.

"I know what we’re going to do." You went to your suitcase and took the piece of fruit you had brought from home. “Eat this.”

“A banana?” Javi asked.

“Why, are you afraid of putting long pieces of fruit in your mouth?”

“No, but I would rather see you putting it in your mouth.”

"I bite. Hard.”

"Ah, always so violent.", he replied taking his free hand between his legs, with an expression of pain in his face.

“Don't shit me. Eat the banana that has iron and you need it to replenish your blood levels.”

“You know a lot about recoveries...”

"Do you think you're the only one here to lose blood in raids?" And Peña suddenly remembered the file about you and all the injuries you had suffered, regretting what he had said.

"Of course."

“Then eat.”

“And by the way, Messina let you out so quickly?”

“Hmmmm, I don't know if 'let' is the right word. She didn't stop me from leaving”, you said looking around. “Let's just say that in the near future I'll have to walk the line if I don't want to get my ass kicked before we catch Pablo.

“Seriously, did you risk yourself just to be here with me? I already feel the love from here.”

“Don’t make me regret it. I'll shove that banana down your throat.”

“Well, since you're here again I'm going back to the embassy. I don't want to be a victim of the same fate as you. And you,” Steve said turning to Peña “do whatever she says to get back to work quickly. Anything, just call me.”

“Will do.”

And between serious conversations and some silly things, the hours went by, until night came and Peña was discharged from the hospital and sent home, with the recommendation not to make any effort, it being even necessary to have a nurse with him 24 hours a day. And you imediately called the embassy to inform them of this need, for the very next day.

“I don't need a 24/7 babysitter.”, Javi complained.

“I thought you would be happy. You will have a young nurse at your disposal, for whatever you want.” Javi didn't change his expression of displeasure. “You won't be able to get out of bed or do anything alone for the next few days. You have to have someone to help you.”

“And why does it have to be a nurse? Why can't it be you?"

"What? Are you mocking me?"

“Haven’t you been by my side all this time? Don't you know what needs to be done in recovery?”

“Yes but...” You didn't know what to answer. You didn't even know what to feel. “The nurse can help you much better than I can. And I have to work. I know you miss the action and you're not a cooped-up person but it's what's best for you. At least the nurse doesn't complain to you. She might even be as beautiful as you like them.” His gaze dropped from your face to the sheet covering him.

"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking.” Your heart broke a little.

“Okay, we’ll do it like this. The nurse is with you during the day and, when I come home from work, I take her place. It that okay for you?"

"Of course. Thanks."

“You don't have to thank me. I would do the same for any other friend.”

"Sure. I know..."

“So apparently I have to start today because the nurse will only be coming from tomorrow on. I'm just going home to take a shower and I'll be right back to prepare something to eat. I mean, do you have anything in the kitchen?”

"Yes. I have plates, cutlery, glasses, some beers,...”

"I get it. I’ll bring something from my kitchen. I don't know how you can live with nothing to eat at home.”

“I've always eaten a lot here at home but...”, Javi replied, laughing.

“I'm screwed. Well, I'll be right back." And so you did. A short time later you were back, in your pajamas and with some ingredients to make a quick soup. You took a plate for Peña to eat and sat on a chair next to his bed.

“So, did you get anything from La Quica yet?”, Javi asked while eating.

"Not yet. It looks like he locked his mouth and threw the key into the river.”

"Don't tell me I got shot for nothing."

“Don't worry, he'll talk. Sooner or later he will realize that being silent will only hurt him.”

“I've been here for so long and Escobar always manages to escape me. Sometimes I think we will never win this war.”, Peña began to confess softly.

“Hey, don't think like that. He is not special. He just surrounded himself with a lot of very loyal people. But they are becoming less and less, he is more and more alone, and he will be caught, he will fall, and it will be at our hands.”, you ended up saying while you took your plate with just one hand and placed the other in his leg, next to where you had your chair. Peña smiled softly and nodded as he finished eating.

After tidying up the dishes and the kitchen, you went back to his room to ask him if he needed anything.

“As a matter of fact I do, but I don’t know how to ask you.”

"With your mouth. Tell me, that's why I stayed here.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”, he replied with a small laugh.

“Ahhhh, yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Did they not let you come home with the pee bag?”

"Unfortunately not. Even because it hurt like hell to come out.”

“Okay, I know how it is. You don't need to remind me. But what do you want me to do?”

“Take me there?”

"That’s it?"

“And hold me while I piss.”

"No way. I'll take you to the bathroom and help you sit on the toilet. You don't need to pee standing up. When you're ready, call me and I'll help you up.”

“Might as well be. But I really need you to take me right now.”

"I’m on my way. Don't wet the bed, it's even worse if I have to clean you up and change the sheets. This is why I will never have children. Let's go." You got close to the bed and helped Peña slowly drag himself up until his feet were on the floor. Sitting down next to him, he put his left arm around your shoulders and, slowly, you got up with him leaning on you. You took him to the toilet and left. “When you're done call me.” He, at great cost, dropped his boxers and did what he had to do. Soon he was calling your name. When you opened the bathroom door, you lowered your head and raised your hand to your face with your fingers squeezing the bridge of your nose.

“You do this on purpose, don't you?”, you asked seeing that he kept his boxers down. “Don't you think I've seen your penis enough times?"

“Not all the times in the world will be enough.”, he replied trying to hold back the laugh he kept from the moment he saw your face when opening the door.

“Look, I’ll leave you there to sleep.”

"Sorry. The stitches are pulling too hard and I haven't been able to bend over the scar to pull them up. Can you help me?"

"In a while I'll have to start charging for my services." You went over to him and, crouching down between his legs, grabbed his boxers and pulled them up to a position where he could reach them with his arms. Looking at you from above, he could see your head between his legs and he began to feel the heat run through his skin and, to his and your terror, he began to feel the veins in his member pulsating. He tried to avoid his thoughts as much as possible but he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Sorry. Next time I won't look down when you have your head between my legs."

“What next time? I'll tie a string to your boxers and you'll manage to pull them on. Oh, and when you get to bed, make sure you don't burst your stitches by taking care of that matter. And do whatever you have to do quietly, I'll be right there in the living room and I don't want to hear anything.” You picked him up again and, without looking at the swelling that was now hiding inside his boxers, you put him on the bed and covered him with the sheet. “Poor nurse. I mean, maybe she doesn't care. That's why you should stay with her all day. She might even want to help you with that.”

“Don't worry, that won't happen with her.”

“You haven't even seen her yet. Do you want me to ask for someone specific, with tall legs, blonde? I thought it was enough for you if they had a hole between their legs.”

“Do you still think that about me?”

“So just because you saw a bunch of hair next to your penis you got like that. What am I supposed to think?”

Javi thought a lot about what he should say.

“Nothing, it won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Okay. Well, try to sleep. If you need anything, just call.”

"Thanks again."

“Thank me by masturbating in silence. See you tomorrow. And don't break any stitches.”, you ended up saying as you closed the door of his room and headed for his sofa where you layed down, ready to spend the night, with your own desire filling your mind and making itself felt inside your panties when you imagined Peña hard because of you.

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[pollyna]

Fanboy's brain has a thing, it's not a thing hijo it's ADHD you have to take this once a day and it's going to get a little easier, that doesn't really work well with the other thing he has, jeez 'Boy it's fucking insomnia man not an immunosuppressive disease!, and sometimes it results in waking up at ass hours because the bed is too hot, too cold, he's thinking about the new weapons specs and he has to prepare the dessert because Captain Mitchell has invited them all for the 4th of July's barbecue at his house.

How early is it he doesn't know but Payback is still asleep on the couch, why he's even sleeping on the couch?, but it's a matter of a second split though before he's thinking about how much flour, sugar and vanilla he has to use to make his favourite cake. He's going to put the cake in the oven when he realises that he didn't turn on the oven and if he does it's going to wake Pay and a tired Reuben is a pain in the ass he doesn't want to have today. So maybe, he could take it to Captain Mitchell home and use his oven.

It's seems like the most logical plane of execution all the way down to his superior's home, five streets by his temporary quarters. He rings the bell once, twice and he and his uncooked cake are a second away to turn around and sit on the porch, to wait maybe half an hour before trying again, when someone who is definitly not Captian Mitchell opens the door. The man on the other side is too tall to be Maverick, his hair are too light to and his eyes are blue. Definitly not Maverick but wait he know this face he's-

"Admiral Kazansky sir, I'm sorry to wake you up. I was searching for Captain Mitchell home, I probably end up-"

"Lieutenant Garcia at ease please, it's six in the morning, it's not a little to early to visit your captain?"

"Six in the- Oh, oh sir I-"

"Come Lieutenant, let's have breakfast and maybe by then you'll have found your words back. Captain Mitchell is still asleep, probably will be for another hour or so. It's that a cake?" he asks walking around the house in what Mickey now realises being pajamas pants and a grey t-shirt.

The next hour it's like living in another universe where Admiral Kazansy, call me Ice or even Tom there's no Admiral when I'm home, put his cake in the oven, makes him breakfast and close both eyes and ignore all the photos he's taking. Fanboy has to record this, for posterity, his own sanity and to sent them out to group chat because Admiral Thomas fucking Iceman Kazansky is making him breakfast and he's cheeks are red as a tomatoes because his voice is just smooth and perfect and, for once, Mickey wants just to listen to him talking and to not say a word. When he was in seventh grade Mickey wrote an essay about the Navy, the pilots and wanting to be just like Iceman and when he was sixteen the admiration evolved in a crush and it helped him undertake he wasn't straight, at all.

One of yours lost his clock this morning Mav he says looking over his shoulder to a very sleepy captain. At least this one just lost the clock and not his mind Ice he answers before smiling at Mickey, just a couple of hours earlier, eh Lieutenant? But his answer get lost in Captain Mitchell kissing Admiral Kazansky on the mouth before whispering Good morning babe.

Click, another pic, for posterity, himself and his sanity. He fall in another universe, for sure.

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I love your writing style! It brings all the good warm fuzzy feelings. Could I request “locking pinkies” and “taking the other’s temperature”? Paring Wrecker with a female OC romantic interest? Maybe they already know they like each other so the relationship is still kind of new… thanks!

You sent this to me months ago and I am SO sorry that I'm just now getting to this, my dear!! 😫😫

"Bad Fever"

2. Interlocking pinkies

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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"Oh Wrecker, you're burning up!"

You sat at Wrecker's beside, having been told he hadn't been feeling well most of the day. He'd seemed off before, but now he was laying down, stripped down to his blacks, a miserable look on his face and his teeth were chattering. You'd placed the back of your hand on his forehead and he was quite hot to the touch. The poor guy had a bad fever.

"Yeah you're definitely getting sick. You've got a fever and chills at the same time," you informed him.

"I hate this...," he grumbled weakly.

"I know, it's not fun," you said.

He turned his head towards you, the sad look on his face tugging at your heart. "C--could I...h--have...another blanket? I'm f--feeling...really c--cold," he requested through chattering teeth.

Your hand came up over your heart at hearing him ask you that. Poor Wrecker was not doing well at all and it just pained you to see him this way. You obliged to his request and grabbed some extra blankets out of a crate in the ship. Once you had them in hand, you brought them back to him and laid the blankets on top of him, tucking the sides under him to help trap the warmth.

"I'll get you some medicine, too. Hang in there," you reassured him.

Without waiting for a response, you went and grabbed some medicine for him that would hopefully help reduce the fever and make him drowsy enough to fall asleep. After returning to the room, you helped him take the medicine, which made him shudder and gag afterwards from the taste.

"I know, this tastes terrible," you said in response, "but it's going to help. It's fast-acting, so you'll start feeling sleepy soon."

Sure enough, a minute later his eyes started getting heavy. Once you saw this, you began stroking his heated head to help soothe him.

"Will...will you still be here when I wake up?" he asked weakly.

You gave him a smile and then kissed his forehead, ignoring the salt of the sweat on his skin. "Of course, I will be."

He held up his pinky to you. "You promise?"

Smiling even more at his sweetness, you interlocked your pinky with his and replied, "I promise."

Wrecker grinned up at you for a brief moment before his eyes closed and he succumbed to sleep, his pinky still wrapped with yours.

"Sleep well, darling."

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