#this one is short babes i am sleepy

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Summer in the 305 || LS2

Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader Summary: Logan comes home to Miami (305) for the summer break and you surprise him by meeting him at the airport. Warnings: fluff, doggo parents, hints of sexual tension. WC: 1.7k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

No one noticed you as you sat half asleep in an oversized hoodie on a bench, assuming you were just another weary traveler in Miami International Airport. The arrival lounge had been busy when you arrived hours earlier but it had grown quieter and quieter as the night grew so late it could have been considered morning. Logan was meant to have landed at 11pm and he would have expected you to be at home fast asleep but you had wanted to surprise him.

The surprise came fittingly at 3:05 when the frosted glass doors opened with the next disembarkation of passengers, led by Logan as he desperately tried to get home to you sooner. Your eyes were burning from forcing them to remain open for the extra four hours that his flight was delayed and you rubbed them as you rose from the bench. 

Caps and shirts were thrust in his path but he was too polite to decline a fan so he paused to sign his autograph and nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingers wrapped around the handle of his suitcase. The shout to call for security almost passed his lips, thinking he was being robbed, before his sleepy brain recognised you.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” he asked as a grin chased away the exhaustion on his face and he bundled you into his arms.

You kept one hand on his luggage since there was a crowd starting to gather but the other curled around his back and your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “I wanted to surprise you. I missed you.”

Logan pressed his lips to your forehead until you tipped your head back and he captured your lips as cameras flashed. “I missed you too.”

Thankfully it wasn’t always like this and most of the time when he came home to Miami you were left in relative peace. It was a different story when you went with him to the races, those were full-on mobs of Williams fans that demanded almost all his attention. “Go on, babe, finish up signing those so we can go home.”

The pen flew across whatever passed in front of him before he caught you struggling to hide your yawn and made an apology as he handed a boarding pass back with his autograph before waving. “Thanks for the support everyone.”

There was a collective groan from those who had missed out but Logan was focusing on taking back his luggage with one hand and draping the other over your shoulders as you fell into step.

“Looks like the 305 missed you too,” you commented as his hand lifted every now and again to wave at the younger fans until you reached his Range Rover you borrowed for the night. “There’s a treat waiting for you at home.”

His hand found your thigh as he started the engine and sent you a smirk as it drifted higher. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Not that,” you giggled, turning down the music that had played loudly while you drove. Logan enjoyed a quieter atmosphere when he was at the wheel, one where he could hold a conversation. “I wasn’t sure if you had eaten so I picked up some Carbone’s. I will admit I had to name drop, but they wouldn’t make a takeaway order otherwise.”

His warm laugh filled the SUV. “Did they even know who I was?”

“Of course! Everyone knows the hometown hero.” You leaned across the console and kissed his cheek, feeling the short prickles of his blond beard on your lips. “Are you planning on giving me beard burn, Lo?”

“This is all the rage in Europe. You don’t like it?” he asked as he ran his fingers over the three day growth. You weren’t sure if he was playing with you or not before a grin split his face and you sighed with relief. “Don’t worry, honey, I just haven’t had a minute spare to shave it this week.”

By the time 4:00 am arrived you should have been dead on your feet, but having Logan home energised you almost as much as Sooty. The black labrador scarpered all over the polished wooden floor when he saw his daddy walk in the door, his paws struggling to find traction in his excitement.

“There’s my good boy, come to daddy,” Logan cooed as he dropped his suitcase and caught the bounding dog as he jumped up. “Have you been protecting, mommy? Yeah? Of course, you have, you’re such a good boy.”

“He never gives me that kind of welcome home,” you joked as you locked the door and wheeled the suitcase down the hall to the bedroom.

A pair of hands came to rest on your waist as you emptied the entire case into the laundry hamper, knowing he wouldn’t have had the time to do it himself. His lips brushed over your nape before finding their way to your jaw as he turned you in his arms. “But you don’t go missing for weeks at a time.”

Hooking your arms around his neck you nodded in agreement as Sooty padded into the room with his favourite toy, dropping it at Logan’s feet.

“Someone has to be the stay-at-home parent in this relationship,” you chuckled, releasing him so he could pick up the squeaky toy.

“Not tonight, Soot, we’ll play in the morning,” he said, giving you a quick kiss with the promise of more. “Let me put him to bed, leave everything else until morning, sweetheart.”

He disappeared down the hall to the living room where Sooty’s bed was set up, but whenever Logan was away you would let him sneak into bed with you. You always slept better when you could cuddle something warm, but you definitely preferred waking up to Logan’s morning kisses than Sooty’s slobbery ones when he wants to be fed.

“Lay down, buddy,” you heard Logan’s quiet words in the still of the night. “You can take a break from looking after mommy, you did such a good job for me, yes you did.” You heard a smooch followed by a soft whine as Logan turned off the lights, then the pitter patter of paws. “Back to bed, Soot. Good boy.”

You heard the bedroom door close before Logan stepped into the ensuite, leaning against the doorway while you filled the sink with warm water. You returned the smile you found in the mirror and patted the marble vanity top before searching the drawers for his cut throat razor.

“It doesn’t look that bad, does it?” he half joked as he jumped up onto the bench, parting his legs so you could step between them.

“You could have a 70’s porn ‘stache and I would still think you are handsome,” you promised, making him laugh.

He tipped his head back as you soaked a face cloth in the warm water and squeezed the excess out before placing it over his face. “This is my favourite part of coming home.”

“Out of everything we do when you’re home, this is your favourite?”

His laugh made the face cloth fall away but it had probably been there long enough to open his pores so you lathered up the shaving cream next and massaged it over his cheeks and down his neck, feeling the thick cords of muscles beneath your palms.

“Okay, third favourite,” he corrected as his hands shifted from where he leaned back down on them to curl around your waist and rest comfortably on the swell of your ass. “But it’s still up there.”

“You are a strange man, Lo. I don’t think most people enjoy having a blade to their throat,” you murmured as you opened the razor and tilted his head to the side. 

“I trust you.”

“Thank you. Now no more talking.”

He didn’t dare make a sound or even swallow as you angled the blade against his cheekbone and started to glide it carefully down to his jaw before rinsing it off in the sink. He kept perfectly still for you but you were hyper aware of his eyes scanning your face for any little changes he might have missed while he was away, re-committing it all to his memory for the next time he left. 

You closed the blade up after finishing his throat last and placed it on the side before grabbing the face cloth and wiping away the excess shaving cream. Running a palm over his jawline you nodded at the silky smooth skin and took a kiss as payment before handing him the bottle of aftershave. “All done, handsome.”

By the time you had turned down the bed, and changed into one of his shirts, the light leaking in around the edges of the curtains started to turn pink as dawn approached. Your eyelids were heavy but your heart was light as Logan climbed in his side and wrapped his body around your back, the weight of his arm reassuring on your waist and his leg wedged between yours. 

“Come with me,” he murmured sleepily. 

You could hardly coordinate a reply as your lips quivered with a suppressed yawn until it finally passed. “Where?”

“Everywhere: Zandvoort, Monza, Singapore, all of them.” You felt his small shrug before his arm tightened around you and he kissed your shoulder. “I hate being away from you.”

Your immediate reply was to admit how much you hated the distance too but that would only make him feel worse if you couldn’t join him. “What about Sooty?”

“Hamilton brings Roscoe to some races, or maybe Mom can look after him…you don’t have to give me an answer now, sweetheart. We have three weeks to think about it.”

“I want to,” you said as you laced your fingers with his and drew his hand up your body so it was tucked into the valley of your breasts where your heart beat steadily in your relaxed state, “but we can talk about more in the morning.”

He nodded and pressed another kiss to your skin, the touch smooth and soothing thanks to the close shave. “Sweet dreams, honey.”

“Hmm, you too,” you said as your muscles relaxed even further and your tongue barely moved. “Love you, Lo.”

His voice followed you into your dreams and you smiled as it took hold in a future you couldn’t wait to see come to life, “I love you too.”

Click here for part two.

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[uravichii]

4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3

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[wzy3ka]

Sleepover~ ✧.*-N.RK

Pairing✧.* bf!ni-ki x fem!reader

Contains ✧.* period, mention of blood, one swear word, one kiss and fluff I think that’s all!

Context: Ni-ki and y/n have a sleepover and y/n gets her period

Saturday, 10:20 am

You wake up from the sound of you phone ringing, you turn in bed groaning at the sound, you open eyes to look at your phone to see who’s calling you.

You take you phone from the bedside table and answer the call and hear your boyfriend ni-ki say “Good morning sleepy head” you mumble a quiet  “Good morning” since you only woke up.

“So I thought that we should have a sleepover at my house today we can watch movies and eat our favorite snacks, what do you think?” Said ni-ki.

“Yeah that sound good” you replied.

“What time do you want me to be at your house?” Y/n quietly added

“I thought maybe at 2:30 pm I’ll pick you up?, or just text me when you’re ready.” Said your boyfriend

“Okay I’ll get up in a few minutes and then start getting ready” you mumble trying to keep you eyes open

Ni-ki chuckled at your tiredness and said “okay, call me later”

You both said your goodbyes before hanging up.

You lay in bed for a few more minutes before you decided to start getting ready.

A few hours later and you are already at ni-ki’s house you baked some cookies and played video games, as it started getting darker you decided to be in his room.

The time is 5:23 pm and right now you guys are sitting on his bed cuddling while watching a movie when suddenly you feel pain in your lower stomach but you just brush it off as your period is not supposed to come in another week.

So you continue to watch the movie, a few minutes later ni-ki pauses the movie and says “babe do you want ramen, I want to make some”

You replied with a short “yes” as you smiled at him

Ni-ki gets up and walks out of his room, going to the kitchen downstairs to make some ramen for the both of you.

You decided to stay in his room.

While he was gone you felt another pain in your lower stomach a lot more painful then the last one.

You decided to go to the bathroom, but as you got up you looked at where you were sitting and noticed a small blood stain. ’What am I supposed to do now’ you thought.

You looked at your pants that now had blood on them, you sighed panicking not knowing what to do, and how to explain this to your boyfriend.

Y/n stood next to ni-ki’s bed and thought for a moment, you suddenly got an idea and you whispered to yourself “I’ll just put this in the washer” you start pulling the sheets off the bed.

You were so focused that you failed to hear you boyfriend’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

As you still try to pull the sheets off, ni-ki opens his door with one hand while the other holds a tray with 2 bowls of ramen, he looks at you with a confused expression and ask “Baby is everything okay?, what happened?”

You quickly stopped pulling the sheets and turn to look at him suddenly feeling shy, hoping he did not see the small stain on you pants.

Ni-ki’s face softened a little and you realized that he probably saw the stain.

You look at the floor as you start apologizing, but you don’t dare to look at him feeling too embarrassed about the situation.

Ni-ki did see the stain so he decided to not ask any more questions and just said “it’s okay don’t worry about it, I can put this in the washer” with a smile.

Ni-ki walked towards his table to put the tray down, so that he can pull the sheets off but you quickly stopped him and said that you can do it.

“Y/n it’s normal don’t worry about it, it’s okay! So go shower and change your clothes and by the time you finish the bed will be ready and we can eat, okay?” He said and you nodded, but before he walked out of his room he opend a small drawer and gave you a pack of pads and said with a small smile“i bought this so that you don’t have to worry about this when you’re over” and walks out of the room

You smile softly at him and say “thank you” finally relaxing a little and feeling a little bit less embarrassed.

You did take clothes with you but you wanted to wear something of his, so you open ni-ki’s closet and take one of his big shirts that also smells like him, you closed his closet and walked to the bathroom.

After your shower you change into your clothes and wore ni-kis shirt, now feeling more comfortable.

You walk out of the bathroom going the put your dirty clothes in the washer and coming back to his room, you lay on the now clean bed waiting for him.

A few moments later he comes back into the room and says with a chuckle ”okay the ramen may be a little cold now but it’s still good” he said as he takes the tray and puts it on his bed and crawls closer to you, you laugh a little snuggling into his side you said”thank you” “it’s the least I can do” he replied and softly kissed the top of your head.

You take the remote, and press the continue button, the movie starts playing again as you guys eat.

A few hours passed and you guys fell asleep while another movie started playing in the background.

a/n💌

So this was a request I hope this is good and you enjoyed it!!

To the person who requested it if you want me to change anything please message me and I will!! And also it’s a little bit rushed but I hope this is okay🫶🏻

Request by-@sweet-kisses-and-bloody-screams

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[chappellroansdreamgirl]

good luck, babe! [e.w x fem!reader.]

chapter one.

author's note!<3 - this is inspired by chappell roan's unreleased song good luck, babe! i lllloooovveee chappel roan! this was originally going to be just a LONG ASS one-shot but i don't think i can write any more tonight 😭😭 . BUT I REALLY WANNA PUBLISH IT SO HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!! also forgive me if there's any grammar/spelling errors... i'm posting this at 12:59 am🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶 . reblogs and comments are SO appreciated!!! i busted my ass for y'all 🤗 .

content warnings - SLIGHT angst, reader has internalized homophobia and is outright homophobic to ellie, reader is in the closet, ellie is a lovergirl and she's going through the five stages of grief, modern!au, reader gets sexually assaulted/harrassed, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE!!!!

special thanks to!!!!: @sharkfemme and @dykedearest FOR HELPING ME OUT!!!!!! and also LYNN AND MAXIM!!! ALL FOUR OF YOU ARE AMAZING BETA READERS I'M KISSING YOU ALL THROUGH THE PHONE RN!!!

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it's fine, it's cool.

ellie's grip on her glass got impossibly tighter as her eyes never left your figure, your body swaying to whatever shitty mainstream pop music that was playing.

ellie williams hated secrets. she hated surprises, and she hated being in love with you.

she hated the way you would ghost her after spending a week at her apartment. she hated the way you would stop responding to her texts after you would leave. she hated the way she would let you back in when you needed her, she hated how much she loved to comfort you. she hated how gentle you were when it was just the two of you, compared to how cruel you got in public.

you can say that we ain't nothin' when you know the truth.

ellie took her hand off the glass and gripped the bar table instead, afraid that if she broke another glass she'd be banned from the bar.

you were like forbidden fruit to her, or maybe that was what she was to you.

she knew you weren't ready to come out of the closet. she understood that. so, why keep on playing this fucking game with her?

why did she even still feed into it?

i guess i'm, the fool.

the closet was made out of glass, really. you would stare at every woman's body that passed you, your eyes would scan up their short dress, she could see the curiosity and desire in your face.

but every single time after you two would hook up, there was always a new excuse.

"i'm not a fucking lesbian, ellie. i just... don't like men sometimes." sometimes?

"they're just stupid thoughts... it's not like i could ever be with a woman." but you had been. you had been with her.

"ok but... do you even count as a woman? you wear boxers, you don't even know the meaning of the term ladylike and... i don't know- look at your fuckin' hair! the closest you'd get is a transwoman." that one had hurt her. she didn't talk to you for a month after you made that comment. and then you appeared in her apartment complex hallway, sobbing hysterically.

and of course, she took you back.

like she always does.

with her arms out like an angel, through the car sun-roof.

she hated playing this fucking game with you. it was killing her.

every single time she'd see you at this bar, she imagined you dragging her onto the dancefloor. she imagined being able to walk out with your hand in her's, waking up to your groggy groans when the sun invaded the sacred space of your shared bedroom, you'd hide your face in her neck, mumbling something about, "shouldn't have drank that much last night."

every single time you pulled this shit on her, it felt like her already shattered heart broke off into impossibly tinier pieces.

"i wish you were a boy." crack.

"it's not easy for me like it is for you, els. i don't know the first thing about being proud of myself." crack.

"this hurts me more than you, baby." shattered. her heart was shattered.

it hurts you more than her?

the fucking audacity.

the nights she spent crying next to your sleeping figure.

the hours she'd spent texting you and checking her phone second after second after goddamn second.

the way she would ignore every single obligation she had to pick you up from whatever shit-hole situation you had found yourself in, immediately and happily dropping anything to make sure you were ok.

and it hurt you more than it hurt her?

you didn't know shit about hurt. about misery. about love.

i don't wanna cut it off!

her friends had told her to cut you off. her therapist said in his own professional shrink way that you would never be good for her. at least not while you weren't even good for yourself.

but she couldn't let you go. it seemed like every reason that she had to leave you, fuelled her determination to stay.

but you don't wanna call it love!

every single time you somehow broke her heart in a new way, she fell harder in love with you.

you just wanna love someone that calls you baby!-

ellie was pulled out of her internal anger when your eyes met hers. although it was only a few seconds ago, it felt like she was staring into your eyes for an eternity.

don't fuckin' wave, ellie. look away- LOOK AWAY. , she thought to herself as she was unable to look away from your beautiful irises.

you had this slight smile on your face, the dancefloor's led lights adding a shimmer to your already twinkling eyes.

it felt like her melancholy thoughts had lifted and increased all at the same time by the sight of you acknowledging her presence.

ellie went against her better judgement, her slender hand flying up to wave at you. her lips quirked upwards gently as she scanned your delighted face.

your light expression quickly turned into one of frustration, suppressing your grin with a tightening of your lips before pulling the nearest man close to you in for an unexpected kiss, opening your eyes once you knew the mystery man's were closed, locking your eyes onto ellie's before closing them once more.

the light had died in ellie's stomach after that. her happy hand that was raised in the air faltered painfully back to her side as she watched the man's hands roam down from your sides... to your waist... to your ass.

you can kiss a hundred boys in bars,

those butterflies that she had just felt in her tummy had died slowly, turning into knots of anguish.

she watched your hands cradle the man's face. those same hands that had counted each and every freckle on her face on a snowy morning that had you both stranded in her apartment.

those same hands that had a death-grip on her back as you sobbed into her shoulder every other weeknight as she tried to muffle her own cries.

those same hands that had shoved her violently as she finally tried to stand her ground one afternoon you showed up knocking on her door. "you know what... fuck you, ellie! i don't know why i keep on doing this shit with you anyways." you said, before storming off. you called her later that night. she answered. "i'm sorry, els. i'm sorry, i'll do better, i'm so sorry-" , "it's ok, baby. it's ok. i know you didn't mean it. you're ok baby, i forgive you."

shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling!

she would've stayed in that seat, stewed in her anger for a bit more before the tears inevitably came falling down if it wasn't for the way the dude's hands creeped under your skin-tight jeans and how you flinched away from his grasp, breaking the kiss immediately with a nervous giggle creeping up.

the guy obviously took it as an invitation to do more, placing his hand back on your waist and agressively pulling you closer.

you can say it's just the way you are,

ellie's head tilted as she watched this go down.

what she wanted to do was launch that creep into the nearest wall and make sure he never tainted your body again. but she didn't want to get up too soon, she wanted to be certain that you needed help, whether you wanted it or not.

your hand stopped him from coming any closer, placing it right before his chest. you said something along the lines of, "don't want to do anything." .

make a new excuse, another stupid reason-

instead of him being a decent human being and leaving you alone, his face quickly turned into one of anger. his jaw jutted out as he tried to pull you in again, leaving you thrashing against his body.

how was no one else seeing this? why was no one else doing anything?!

she didn't even have time to process what she was about to do. her feet were on the ground, marching their way towards you before she could even think about her course of action in a smart way.

"let me go, fuckin' creep!" she heard you shriek as she grew closer to you, attempting to elbow him in the chest.

ellie felt like no matter how fast she was walking, she would never make it to you in time.

he laughed tauntingly as he grinded against. "i'm the creep, bitch?! you kissed me f-"

his last word was stolen from him as ellie forcefully pushed him off you with and landed a blow against his nose.

he groaned in pain, falling to the ground as he cradled his now-broken-nose.

you gasped in shock and horror. "what the fuck, ellie?!" you scolded her. as if you would've been fine on your own.

she ignored your words though, pulling the guy's hand away as she forced another punch to his face.

now people were finally looking.

she didn't stop until she felt your hands on her stomach, pulling her away from the scene.

"she fuckin'... said... no!..." ellie's voice thundered, erratic breaths in between her words before bringing one last painful kick to his face before letting you lead her out of the bar and into the night air.

you didn't stop even after you two were at the entrance door of the establishment, you made sure the two of you were far enough away that ellie wouldn't be caught if the police were called.

she couldn't help but feel those stupid fucking butterflies again as your hand gripped hers and felt a little disappointed when you dropped it, suddenly all too aware that you were still in public.

her green eyes met your own, yours filled with anger and chaos... hers filled with love.

"hey baby." the auburnette sighed out simply, that stupid love-grin back on her face as she was finally close to you.

your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as your hands went to massage your temples. you let out a humorless giggle. "you're so... fucking stupid, ellie!" you exclaimed, shoving her chest as if she was in the wrong.

her grin turned into a confused frown as she surrendered her hands in the air, her eyebrows mirroring your own now. "wh-wh....what-"

good luck, babe!

"god, you have this severe goddamn saviour complex or some shit!... i was fine! i was fucking fine on my own before you marched in and assaulted that guy."

well good luck, babe!

you gaslighted beautifully, defending the man you knew nothing about over the woman who was fatally in love with you, she almost believed you.

ellie's frown turned into an angry smile as she brought a hand to gently wipe over the bridge of her nose, a mannerism of her's she had developed whenever she got frustrated with you.

"assau-... ok, sure-... you wanna talk about assault, baby? that fuckin' guy would've assaulted you if i didn't step in. he was assaul-"

you shut your eyes tightly the way you do when you wanted to block something out that ellie was obviously right about. you shook your head stubbornly. "gggoddd ellie- it was my fault! i wanted it and then i didn't. i shouldn't have- i shouldn't have kissed him in the first place. i gave him mixed signals, i-"

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!-

your eyebrows grew dangerously closer to your face as you cradled your head in your hands.

ellie was quick to walk right back to you, caressing your arms.

"what? baby, no. no, it's not your fault... that- that fuckin' guy... hey... look at me, sweetheart." she cooed lovingly.

good luck, babe!

you slowly brought your hands away from your face, meeting her breathtaking green eyes.

you wanted to fall into her arms, you wanted to thank her for coming to your rescue and kiss her and confess to her how scared you truly were.

but you didn't. you never did.

your slightly calm expression that came over you once you met your secret lover's gaze turned into one of annoyance. ellie was, like always, taken by surprise as you thrashed against her grip, just like the way you did with that monster in the bar.

good luck, babe!

ellie's eyes blurred with tears as she watched your face turn into a grimace.

"fuck you, ellie." you said quietly as you broke free from her hands, storming off into the night. leaving her. like always.

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

#ellie x fem reader #ellie x abby #ellabs #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #dina tlou #tlou2 #tlou art #joel tlou #tlou #jesse tlou #dina woodward #ellie x you #ellie x dina #ellie x y/n #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson audios #abby anderson #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanart #ani's ellie🎀

[toomuchracket]

promises to keep (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)

matty made a promise to do something for you before you dated, and this is what happens when an opportunity to fulfil it arises once you're together - kinda sorta a sequel to this, but can be read standalone. day 4 of valentine's week. enjoy <3

“matthew? have you got a minute?”

shit. the full name. 

gritting his teeth in a grimace, matty puts down his guitar and follows your voice. “coming now, sweetheart.”

“much appreciated,” comes your tetchy reply. matty winces, wracking his brain in an attempt to figure out why you're not best pleased with him right now, but he comes up short.

he gets it as soon as he enters the kitchen, though; the french press in your hand - and the grumpiness on your pretty, sleepy face - reminds him of everything he needs to know. it also almost manages to stop matty from missing the fact you’re wearing his glassjaw hoodie, a pair of fluffy socks, and very little else. almost. “ah, fuck.”

“indeed,” you say, putting the cafetiere on the counter and frowning (quite adorably, to be honest) at your boyfriend. “actually, that was my exact phrasing when i came in here for a coffee, only to find that the grounds from the last cup hadn't been emptied.”

“m'sorry, baby,” matty moves to hug you.

you, however, have other ideas, and put your arm out to keep him back. “nope! no chance! absolutely not! you can't boyfriend your way out of this one, healy, this is a flatmate issue.”

matty sighs, but he can't exactly argue - the rules on emptying the coffee grounds have been finite since you moved in, the only way to ensure two caffeine-dependent people could cohabit in relative peace. “you're right. i really am sorry, darlin - let me clean it out now, and i'll make you a coffee, yeah?”

“thank you,” your face softens, into the cheeky smirk that never fails to make matty's heart feel funny. “would you make me a bit of toast, too, while you're at it?”

“it'll cost you a kiss, that one.”

“s'pose i could fork out for that,” you wrap your arms around matty's neck, hands sliding home into his hair to pull him down for a kiss. he dips you as you make out, like the two of you are lovers in an old hollywood romance film, and you giggle against his lips as he gently pulls you back to stand. “that was fun!”

“i was kinda scared i'd drop you, i won't lie.”

you laugh, ruffling matty's hair before taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “i would've dragged you with me if you had.”

“i'd expect nothing less,” he smiles, rinsing the coffee grounds from the press and holding it up to the light to check its cleanliness, before popping two slices of bread in the toaster. “what d'you want on your toast, by the way, babe?”

“hmm,” you tilt your head. “do we still have nutella?”

matty squints as he wracks his brain, then rummages around in one of the cupboards. “aha!” he emerges triumphant, almost-empty jar in hand. “enough for toast. but i'll need to get more before the weekend.”

“why? you don't even like it that much.”

“well, what else am i going to put on your valentine’s breakfast pancakes?”

you beam. “am i getting breakfast in bed?”

“course you are,” matty runs over to kiss your nose. “you're getting spoiled, sweetheart.”

“so are you. i was gonna keep it a surprise, but…” you pause dramatically. “i bought new lingerie.”

he drops the butter knife in shock. it hits the countertop with a clatter, and his head almost follows suit. “fuck,” he croaks out. “what colour?”

“dark red. your favourite,” you smile. “i look really sexy in it.”

“i bet you do, baby,” matty sighs happily, pouring coffee into your favourite mug. “can't wait to get into that hotel room and take it off you.”

“me either. and thank you for organising all that, my love. m’excited,” you smile, leaning up to kiss matty as he brings your breakfast over. “thank you for this, too. love you.”

“love you,” he kisses you again. “bring it to the living room? wanna cuddle.”

you nod, picking up your mug and plate and following matty through. he settles on the sofa first, arranging the blankets draped over it and taking your plate from you as you snuggle into his arms. with a kiss to your head, he flicks the tv on, and the two of you sit in contented silence for a little while - with the exception of you crunching your toast - watching animal park. 

matty nudges you when the camera zooms in on a pair of lions curled up together on a rock. “us.”

“really?” you snort, putting your plate on the coffee table. “you think we're lions?”

“yeah. you're the brains behind everything, and i just chill out and have really cool hair.”

you laugh, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it. “you're an idiot, healy.”

“but i'm your idiot. and i'm right,” matty looks down at you, grinning. “and you've got a little bit of nutella on your lip. here, let me,” he leans down and kisses it away. “there.”

“thanks, lover,” you stretch, snuggling back into your boyfriend with a sigh. “the lions are boring me a bit now, though. what else is on?”

“hmm, let's see,” matty clicks through channels, watching each for a couple of seconds before continuing to search - only when a familiar shot of a girl curled up in a chair reading the bell jar appears does he stop. “oh! babe, look! 10 things!”

“aww, i love this film,” you curl up even further into him, playing with the neck of his t-shirt. “remember when we watched this together in my room?”

matty's voice is quiet when he answers, but you can hear him smile. “thought about it every day since we did, darlin.”

he grins bashfully when you turn to look at him, open-mouthed. you smile, too, so sweetly that it hurts his heart. “same. it was all i ever wanted, to be so intimate like that with you,” you reach up to stroke his face. “best feeling in the world, knowing i get to do it for real now.”

all matty can do is softly hold your face and kiss you, until he runs out of breath and has to pull away from your chocolate-flavoured lips; even then, though, he keeps his hands on your jaw, and murmurs against your lips. “my dream girl. m'so in love with you.”

“i love you so much,” you whisper. “d'you wanna keep watching this, then?”

“course. rite of passage, innit?” your boyfriend grins, tugging you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. you turn to kiss him softly once more, then rest your head against his chest and look at the screen. 

the time passes a lot like it did the last time you and matty did this, but instead of mutual pining and an undercurrent of sadness knowing you weren't really together, it's just completely… lovely. you press kisses to each other's heads and hands and lips, and just bask uninterrupted in the love evident between the two of you in the room. aside from the kisses, you don't even move.

that is, until the scene matty knows is your favourite begins. he grins, shifting you slightly further up on his lap so he can look at you properly, and begins to sing into your ear along with heath ledger onscreen. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you…”

your cheeks lift into a smile, and matty can practically feel the heat radiating off them. but still, you keep your eyes on the tv, the only proper acknowledgement of matty's singing being the way you softly squeeze his thigh.

“... you'd be like heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much,” he continues, resting his head against yours and smiling when you giggle, then taking your hand. “at long last love has arrived, and i thank god i'm alive,” he moves his hand up to gently turn your head, singing the last bit to your adorably flustered smiling face. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.”

you laugh joyously when he stops singing - the best sound matty thinks he's ever heard - and pull him into a kiss. “you're serenading me?!”

“you asked me to, first time we watched this,” matty smiles warmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “and i promised you i would.”

“i did?” your brow furrows so cutely. “you did?”

“just as you fell asleep. therefore,” he grins, taking a deep breath before literally belting. “i love you, baby, and if it's quite alright i need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights. i love you, baby - trust in me when i say…”

you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying as you join in the song. “oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, i pray,” the two of you giggle as you sing, and matty's never been so in love in his life. “oh, pretty baby, now that i've found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you.”

as your voices fade out, matty leans forward and kisses you chastely; he beams and caresses your cheek when he pulls back. “thank you for letting me keep my promise. and for singing with me - that was lovely. should get you on the next album.”

“no, i think i'm content with just singing to you at home,” you smile, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “thank you for doing that for me. always found it really romantic, that scene and that song. but you know how i am about pda, so what you just did was really perfect,” you kiss him again. “i honestly can't remember you making that promise, though.”

“i think you had already fallen asleep on me, darlin,” matty giggles. “but i wanted to keep it, anyway. and speaking of promises to keep,” his face goes a bit more serious, but still tender, as he picks up your left hand and kisses your ring finger - your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening and welling up. “gonna marry you someday. i mean it.”

you nod, a teary smile on your beautiful face, and pull him into a hug. “i can't wait.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #flatmate!matty #valentine75 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

[bangchanisinmymind]

"i love you"

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff

It was nearly 11pm and for some reason you felt really sleepy even from earlier this afternoon. You and Chris were in your shared bedroom; Chris on his laptop and you on your phone. He had promised you cuddle since the past days he was to tired to even change his clothes, but you took care of him, you changed his clothes while he was in deep sleep and hug him until you fell asleep as well.

Around an hour ago you entered the room hearing the click from his keyboard and his low humming as you took off your work clothes and put on one of his t-shirts that reached the middle of your thigh and slowly turning to him putting your hands on his shoulders massaging him.

"Oh hey babe" he said turning his head to kiss the back of your hand, "hi love, how is it going today?" you said, even your voice sounded tired from the long day you had. "It's amazing actually, I think I'll be done in an hour or so. Will you wait for our cuddle date?" he chuckled at the last sentence as you nodded and headed to bed. After almost an hour you felt you eyes closing, you saw Chris turning his laptop off and putting down his headphones, signal for you to stay awake ㅡ cuddles were closer as seconds passed.

He turned to you standing up from his chair, you were already starting at him with a silly smile morphing on your face. Looking at your -almost- asleep figure made his heart flattered as he approached you getting under the bedsheet. It might be summer but neither of you could sleep without a cover or night hugs so you just used the air-conditioning system in your room.

He was wearing a pair shorts, his hair was fluffy and that adoring look on his face make you blush, shoving your head in his chest leaving small loving pecks everywhere you could. He started running your back, from the back of your neck to your waist and again. You smiled snuggling closer to him when he started kissing your hair and discreetly smelling your hair.

Your hands hugged his waist holding him closer to you as you started talking about your, being happy that now everything was over and you could just spend time with each other. After a while you decided to sleep, you turning to the other side and now hugging chest-back. His hand slipped on your waist hugging your hip bone and you hugging his hand.

That wasn't enough for you though; you wanted to hug something too. "Love, can I have your pillow" you whispered "sure but why am I not good for you" he said with amusement and love in his voice as he moved his head closer to your pillow to give you his. "You are more than you but I wanna hug something too" you complained whispering as he put his pillow in your -now open- arms, immediately closing when you felt it.

"Better now babe?" he asked shoving his head deeper into your hair, inhaling your scent. "Yeah" you whispered hugging his pillow tight "I can smell you shampoo" you chuckled breathing in the cozy smell from him.

"I love you" he said already travelling to dreamland waiting for you. "I love you more"

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#skz fanfiction #bang chan drabbles #stray kids fanfic #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bangchan cuddles #cuddles #i love you

[iminlovewelliewilliams]

Ellie Williams x f!reader

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night with Ellie trying to cut her hair on her own.

Warnings: idk, just Ellie being a little flirty? English isn’t my first language!

An: Hii!! Okay…im kinda scared that i just had a explosion of ideas in my mind, i think I wrote that in 30 minutes? Idk…i hope you all like this one, I actually liked more than the my last one! One thing that i want to say is…PLEASE give me ideas to write!!!

It was 3 am when you hear some noises coming from somewhere that you already don’t know since you have your eyes closed. You can’t help but feel a little curious, when you finally open your eyes you see that the bathroom’s light is on, Ellie isn’t on the bed, but you can tell that she’s doing something…well.

You sits on the edge of the bed, you get up and walk to the bathroom’s door, open it a little.

“Babe?” You call her name with sleepy voice, you see her with a scissor on her hand.

She turns her head to you with a mischievous smile.

“What are you doing?!” You ask already knowing the answer, hair on the floor and sink, but you just can’t believe she could do that…it’s literally 3 am!

She put the scissor on the sink and looks at you with a embarrassed grin. “My hair was getting longer…”

“Why didn’t you wait until the morning?? Babe…i could help you, you know?” You ask with a grin taking the scissor and look at her hair that now has so many crooked layers.

“I couldn’t sleep…i needed do that, my hair was bothering me, and when i closed my eyes to sleep, i could feel the hair on my shoulders” she says and see you trying to think how you could fix that.

You can’t help but giggle “ohhh right…that makes so much sense!” You joke with her, and you finally start to fix this messy cut that she had done. “Look at me” you say and put your fingers on her chin, so her head is straight and now you can cut the both sides equal.

She looks at you, a little smile is visible on her lips and her eyes travel from your eyes to your lips, from your lips to your eyes.

You can’t control your blush and grin that appear on your face. “Stop looking at me like that!” You say refusing to look at her eyes.

“Im not looking at you “like that”” she giggle playing dumb.

“You know…im trying to help you…and if you don’t control yourself I’ll let you stay like this!” You joke with her, making her chuckle.

“Sorry sorry…i promise that Im going to behave ma’am!”

You roll your eyes and after ten minutes you have her hair short and pretty again. “Okay! All done!” You start to brush her hair with your fingers, you have a proud smile.

“Wowww…okay…this is very good babe!” She stares at herself through the mirror. “I’ve already say that you’re the best and i love you so much?” She ask while she turns to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pecking your lips.

“Yeah yeah whatever” you giggle and hug her too “and of course its “very good”, i have talent with my hands!” You say suuuper proud of yourself.

“Oh, really? And what else you can do with all this talent?” She says ironically while she brush your hair behind your ear.

You pat her arm and roll your eyes “omg shut up! Such a perv!”

Ellie laugh when you pat her arm “Sorry sorry love…I couldn’t resist”

“Mhm…of course you couldn’t…” you say now looking at her eyes, suddenly you start to pulls her to leave the bathroom, going back to the room. “Cmon…im very tired right now, what about we sleep?” You throw yourself on the bed.

Ellie follows you to the room and lies next to you “i think its a good idea” she yawns and pulls yourself into her, but then turning her back to you, this just means that she wants to be spooned today.

You chuckle and hug her, putting your nose on her neck, feeling her perfume “good night babe…love you” you kiss her back.

“Good night, love you more.” She finally could sleep comfortably now that she has her short hair again. 💗

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[ultrone]

getting ready to go to sleep with lottie next to you and she keeps saying one more kiss and asking stupid questions

whiny lottie matthews x reader 💤🫶🏼

It was 1:36 am, and you and Lottie found yourselves nestled under your warm covers. Your bodies pressed against each other, legs intertwined, as you prepared to drift off to sleep in the soothing darkness of your room.

"Babe, I’m tired,” you murmured in a hoarse voice, letting out an adorable pout as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

Your girlfriend, fully aware of your fatigue, decided to playfully disregard your words, continuing to tenderly cup your face in her hands, peppering your tired face with gentle kisses. Her nose nuzzled against yours and your cheeks as she snuggled closer to you.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as Lottie's lashes tickled you. "Lotts, stop,” you said with a soft laugh, lightly pushing her shoulders to create some distance. “We have to go to bed, we've got school tomorrow.”

"Mmm, school can wait," she murmured, snuggling even closer to you, resting her face against your neck. "But if you give me just one more kiss, I might reconsider listening," she playfully bargained, a goofy smile adorning her face.

“Fine, but just one more,” you teased, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"Yes, just one," she murmured, inching closer to you until your lips met in a tender and longing kiss.

The kiss lasted for a few brief seconds, a short yet lovely moment. However, as you began to part, she whispered, "wait..." and swiftly closed the gap once more, initiating another tender kiss.

You became fully immersed in the moment, exchanging kisses and embracing each other as time seemed to stand still. However, you eventually broke the kiss and spoke up, “Okay okay, let’s sleep now, yeah?” you said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She pouted, expressing her reluctance, "But I don't want to go to bed just yet," she protested.

Curious, you asked, your palms resting on her neck and your thumbs tenderly stroking her jaw, "Why not?"

"Because I'll miss seeing you until tomorrow," she replied, her voice filled with longing.

"But, babe, we're sharing the same bed," you said, a playful grin spreading across your face, finding her adorable.

"Yeah, but I wanna keep kissing you," she insisted.

"Well, I promise we'll have plenty more kisses tomorrow," you replied, a smile still lingering on your lips, which prompted a whiny pout from her.

"I love you," you said softly, planting a gentle kiss right next to her nose.

She couldn’t help but let a soft smile spread across her face. "I love you more," she whispered, pulling you closer until both of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

#lottie matthews #young lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x y/n #yellowjackets #lottie matthews imagine #yellowjackets imagine

[currentlybradshaw]

nightly routine | b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x wife!reader

description: in which our sweet bradley helps a sleepy reader with her nightly routines

warnings: teeth rotting domestic fluff with a brief shower scene and a few suggestive lines sprinkled in

word count: 1.2k

His fingertips massaged your scalp as he worked the sweet-smelling shampoo into your hair. The familiar scent it left on the pillows of your shared bed was one he knew would be burned into his memory as long as he lived. Hot water streamed down on the two of you, helping to wash away the stress of the work day. Thankfully, it was Friday, so you would finally get a day to yourselves tomorrow.

Bradley leaned down to place a kiss on your shoulder before he shifted you back under the water, letting you rinse the bubbly mess from your hair. You failed to hold back a yawn as you did so. “Someone’s sleepy,” he teased. Your eyes were closed, trying your best not to get soap in them, but you just knew there was a soft grin playing on his lips.

Bradley shut the water off and stepped out of the shower with you behind him. After quickly drying off, you wrapped your hair up in your towel while he secured his around his waist. You reached to grab the plush robe he already had waiting for you. The fuzzy material felt soft against your skin; you tied the belt into a bow as another yawn escaped your lips. “I am so tired. I don’t even have the energy for my routines tonight.” You rubbed at your eyes in an attempt to will away the sleepiness that overwhelmed your body.

Your nightly routines, especially your post-shower routines, were something you always did no matter what — Bradley knew that too. He loved watching you go through all the steps; it was fascinating to him. Having seen you do it so many times, he could probably do it himself with his eyes closed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “Nope, you never skip on your routines, and we can’t have you starting now, little lady.” His voice was soft in your ear before he left a kiss on your cheek. “How about you let me do it for you?”

Your eyes met his in the reflection. “Are you sure you’re up for that? — It’s quite a process,” you said, giving him a questioning look. “Oh, I know, sweetheart,” he lightly tightened his embrace on you, “but I would be more than happy to take over tonight.” Before you could put up a fuss with what little energy you had left, he turned you around and hoisted you up onto the countertop. The cool marble hitting the back of your thighs made a slight shiver rush through your body.

Bradley tugged open the drawer where you stored your skincare essentials and started setting out everything he needed. You were somewhat surprised by his actions. Sure, he would sit with you during your routines, occasionally asking which products did what, but it hadn’t occurred to you that he was actually paying attention. Grabbing the first product, he asked, “Are you ready, baby?” You nodded up at him while letting out a little giggle as he rubbed the serum between his fingers. “Don’t look at me, please.” Concentration was already heavy on his features.

He swept the various products across your face, careful not to get any in your eyes or hair. You would occasionally sneak a peek at him just to make sure he was still going in the correct order. At one point in the process, he grazed over a slightly ticklish spot below your jaw, causing you to scrunch your nose as you tried not to squirm away. He had to let out a little chuckle at that; you were too cute.

After finishing your skincare, he gathered you up in one swift motion and carried the short distance to the bed before laying you down. “I’ll be right back, honey! — I know we aren’t done yet!” He returned a minute later, holding up your hairbrush and the bottle of lotion you always used after the shower. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, babe,” you said, shaking your head. He just gave you one of his goofy grins and a shrug in response, a pleased look on his face.

He didn’t waste any time rubbing the lotion into your skin, his skilled fingers working out any tension and soreness as he went along. Your smooth legs felt like silk under his calloused palms. It reminded him of how they felt under the sheets as they brushed against his own. Or how they looked when you wore those sundresses he loved so much — they seemed to give off the most enticing glow, which always drove him crazy.

You were in a state of pure bliss as he worked his magic on you, but as his fingers danced higher up your inner thigh, you were quickly pulled out of your trance. You pressed your foot into his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Not tonight, Bradshaw,” you warned, shooting him a halfhearted glare. He raised one of his hands in surrender. “Just making sure I didn’t miss anything.” He brought your ankle that was still in his grasp to his lips, giving it a quick peck before he began the process all over again on your other leg.

After he was satisfied with how your skin beamed under the dim lighting, Bradley went to his side of the closet to find you a sleep shirt. He wasn’t letting you lift a finger, insisting on doing everything as he tugged your robe off and slipped the oversized shirt on you. Once you were changed, he joined you on the bed, resting his large frame against the headboard before pulling you to sit between his legs. 

You sat crisscrossed in front of him while he untangled the towel from your hair, attempting to smooth it down before he started brushing. “Tell me if it pulls too much, and I’ll stop, okay?” He was as gentle as ever, making sure not to hurt you. The feeling of the bristles lightly scratching your scalp was enough to make your eyes start to flutter shut as you let out a sigh of contentment. Having your hair brushed or played with was a weakness you both shared; it would lull either of you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You felt him shift behind you as the movements of the brush gliding through your hair stopped. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place as he leaned over to put your hairbrush on the nightstand. “All done, sweet girl,” he whispered against the side of your neck, mustache tickling your skin as he peppered a few kisses. 

Bradley stood the two of you up before moving to hold the covers open for you. You gladly crawled in, pulling the sheets up to your chin. The room grew dark as you heard your husband shuffling across the floor. You felt the bed dip beside you, warm arms engulfing your body not a second later. You snuggled against his bare chest, staying there for a moment before leaning back to peer up at him. “Think you could take over again sometime?” You felt a soft laugh rumble through him. “Just tell me when, honey.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you back into him; you yawned one last time before finally allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

AN: if you’ve made it this far, i just wanted to say a huge thank you! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome! 🫶🏻

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun fluff #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic

[sunset-curve-fantom]

The Sexiest Man Alive- Chris Evans x Reader

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!

MOST OF ALL ENJOY THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+

You were stirred from your sleep abruptly, the dinging of your phone constantly going off. Laying there for a few seconds, before it continued to ding.  

Carefully reaching across your sleeping boyfriend, his grip tight on your waist. You silently gripped your phone, turning off the ringer. Through your sleepy vision you looked at the screen.  

54 messages 

The sleep quickly cleared your vision as your focused on your messages. Terrified there was an emergency going on and you both had slept through it. 

One sentence caught your attention, “Chris Evans is the Sexiest Man Alive” 

You took a double take as you checked your messages once again, many of them filled with the same words... The sexiest man alive. 

A gasp left your throat as you began to shove your boyfriend softly. Almost buzzing with excitement of the news.  

He slowly stirred from his sleep, his grip reaching to pull you closer. Soon enough his eyes met your dark ones, a look of concern flashing across his face seeing you wide awake. 

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, sitting up running his hand through his hair 

“Sexiest man alive...” you softly murmured back, almost unsure of the reality you had been hit with. 

He looked at you, trying to read your features, “What did you say babe?” 

Your eyes met him once again, “You are the sexiest man alive” a huge smile crossing your features as you said the words once more.  

He smiled at you, watching the giddiness on your features. “I am assuming the article came out...” he stated softly. 

You head whipped up from your phone, almost puzzled at the fact he kept it from you. 

“You knew?” you said, just taking in every feature of his face as he smiled at you.  

His laugh echoed through your bedroom; his smile still strong as ever. 

“Of course, I knew. I wanted to surprise you babe” he said, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek 

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to figure out when he would have had time to do a whole photoshoot. Then it hit you, he was gone a few days last month for press. Well, what he told you was press, and it must have been done during those few days. 

A smile crossed your features, “You hid this from me? How dare you hide the sexiest man alive from me” the humor lacing your tone as you pushed him back carefully straddling his lap. 

“Surprised?” he said, humor clear in his tone as he brushed your hips with his soft hands.  

You shook your head, smiling down at him. “Of course, not... I know how sexy you are. I don’t need People to tell me that” 

He smiled up, his large hand running across your face carefully pulling you to him. His lips touched your softly, he could feel you relaxing into him. Your hands carefully found their way into his darker hair, tugging softly.  

He hummed into the kiss, pulling away taking in your appearance as you hovered above him. Softly you began to grind your clothed heat against his hardened cock. Moans escaping from the both of you, running your hands down his chest, you began to slowly remove his shorts. His soft moans filling the room as you handled him. 

You looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you. Carefully you licked his cock, a chill running through him as he gripped your hair hard. You took him into your mouth, twirling your tongue around his head. He jerked his hips, sending his cock to the back of your throat which made you both moan.  

He shuttered as you picked up your speed, he quickly flipped the both of you. You gasped as you ended up under him. Him now rubbing his hardened cock against your clothed heat.  

A soft moan escaped your lips as he whispered in your ear, “You look so sexy under me.” 

Sending a shudder through your body, his lips found the sweet spot under your jaw. Carefully sucking as he made his way down your body. Hickey’s littering your soft skin as he pulled of your top. The cold rush of air on your exposed skin causing your nipples to become hard. 

Low moans escaped your lips as he shot you a wink before taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasurable contact causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Knowing good and well you were ready to give everything in the world to this man.  

He continued to kiss down your body, removing your soaked panties. The sensation of the cold air hitting your wetness cause a moan to escape you. You could see Chris and the smile on his face before he dove between your thighs. 

He licked a stripe up your wetness, before carefully licking your clit. The pleasure overwhelming you as you through your head back on the pillow. You could feel him slowly enter two fingers into your leaking cunt. The pleasure slowly building inside of you. 

Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, he was repeatedly hitting your most sensitive spot. 

“Honey- I’m gonna...” you whimpered as your legs began to give out.  

“Go” was all he said before you came undone at his mercy. The mess of moans bounced around the room as you felt you pulsating around his fingers. 

“I need you baby...” you said, grinding against him. A smirk crossing his features as he stroked himself a few times, his head red and leaking precum before guiding himself to your opening. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his large size. 

His pace quickly sped up barely giving you time to adjust. The pace quickly began to be too much for your pleasure ridden body as you could feel your second orgasm approaching. Your back arching off the bed as your orgasm began to overwhelm you.  

You could see him throw his head back as he could feel his high approaching just as fast as yours was. His eyes met yours as he watched your beautiful body underneath him as he plowed into you. You could see he was getting close and his words quickly followed what you knew. 

“I’m close” he murmured as he continued at his fast speed. Forcefully hitting your sensitive spot, you knew you were about to explode. 

“Fill me up baby” you panted out as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your legs were shaking as he snapped his hips a few final times before spilling his seed into you. You could feel your cunt pulsating around him as he stilled inside of you.  

He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment, taking in you and your beauty. 

He smiled at you, as you pushed his dark hair off his sweaty forehead.  

“So sexiest man alive, huh” he said, a soft laugh lacing his tone.  

You just smiled at him, taking him in before softly speaking, 

“I didn’t need the universe to tell me you are the sexiest man alive” 

#chris evans smut #chris evans #chris evans characters #sexiest man alive #captain america imagine #captain america #captain america smut #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagines #chris evans x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #avengers smut

[fortheloveofowen]

Dating Luke Patterson Would Include...

Summary: Basically just some super fluffy dating Luke content. This is post Caleb's curse being lifted because my love language is touch lol

Warnings: None just pure fluff :)

Note: I'm a hoe for the plot that y/n could see the boys just like Julie so I'm sticking w/ it

Just a cute little short thing for ya! Happy belated 4/20 if you celebrated (I sure did lol)!

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

Luke had known very quickly that he was in love with you

The way your smile seemed to brighten up the room and the way you absentmindedly combed out his hair when his head had landed in your lap as you sat on the couch

He watched the clock ticking on the wall of Julie's studio diligently as he waited for you to make your entrance, having never missed a practice

Usually, he would smoothly lean back in his seat, keeping that same cocky smirk on his face that he had always given you

But today Luke knew he needed to finally come to terms with his feelings for you

You quickly made your way through the doorframe, walking over to the beat up couch where you had spent countless nights

After practice, Luke had pulled you aside, his anxiety visible trough his reddened cheeks

"Hey, can we uhm talk in the loft... privately..."

The climb up to the loft seemed to have taken 25 years as you both nervously reached the platform

Both of you threw your legs over the wooden railing as your three friends exited the studio

His left hand lazily played with the silver rings on his right hand as he opened his mouth to speak, but not finding the right words to say

"Everything alright, Luke?" y/n slid their hand into Luke's still fidgeting one

"I'm just gonna come out and say it, I am so damn in love with you and have been for such a long time. And if you find this weird th-th-then we can just forget all about it, yeah?"

Luke had expected a kiss that night, but Reggie's clumsy eavesdropping skills caused the three of them to crash through the door only moments after the confession

Your first kiss would be after a show only a few days later, his sweaty body plopping itself next to you on the couch

"Ew get off of me, you stink!" You squealed as Luke pressed his sweaty hair into the side of your neck

"Mmmm but I'm so sleepy, baby..." he mumbled into your neck in a groggy tone, his breath sending shivers down your spine every time he'd finish a sentence

Luke leaned up and kissed your cheek, making sure the sweat that had collected on his upper lip spread across your flushed face before pushing you down against the couch

Your voices were a mix of laughter and arguments as Luke pressed his fingers into your ribs, tickling you with no mercy

"Stop, stop! Luke!" You cackled out before he leaned forward and once again placed his face in the crook of your neck

"Y/n, I really wanna kiss you right now..." He mumbled lifting his face to hover closely over your face

You nodded before reaching up to pull him into the most butterfly-inducing kiss either of you had experience

All of the members love the fact that you both have each other

We all know how reserved Luke can be with serious issues in his life, but he will always run to you first

Alex and Reggie look at you as family and you honestly could not ask for more. Alex is your go-to when Luke is riding his high horse and needs to be knocked back a couple of levels. And Reggie is always there when you have those days when talking isn't required, building you pillows forts and watching your favorite movies

You had been friends with Julie long before you had even met the boys, having known both you and Flynn for about the same amount of time. You had always preferred the more "artistic" stuff, which was perfect when Flynn asked for your help upping their stage design.

Get used to having countless songs written about you

"Hey babe! Listen to this?" "Baby, I wrote this for you..."

Constant reassurance

This man will never let you be insecure. He could never imagine a single flaw, so how could you? Lots of time spent in front of the mirror after showering together where he points out everything he loves about you

Overall just the most vomit-inducingly sweet relationship you've ever seen. Luke loves you with his whole heart and there is no way he will ever let you go.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagines #alex mercer #reggie peters #jatp imagines #julie and the phantoms imagines

[resi4skz]

Title: Starstruck (final part)

Pairings: idol!Chan x fem!Reader

Warnings: phone masturbation, n!pple play, horny chan, y/n being seductive

‼️MDNI‼️

Pt 1 , Pt 2

My phone buzzes, echoing in my room. I absent mindedly search for my phone with my hand as it buzzes again. Opening one eye, I grab it and smile at the name popping on the screen. But when I look at the time, I groan. "Channie, it's 3 in the morning," I say, groaning into my pillow.

I hear him chuckle. "Sorry, baby. I couldn't resist. I just had to hear your voice."

"Hmm."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Hmm."

He laughs in my ear. "Baby."

"Hmm."

"Are you going to keep saying the same thing to whatever I say?"

"That depends," I replied, half asleep.

"On?"

"What I get in the end."

He laughs again as I turn to my side, placing my phone under my left ear. "Well, what is it that you want exactly?"

"Riding lessons."

"Oh?" I can almost see the smirk he's got on his face.

"Keep it in your pants, Mr. Bang. I actually want biking lessons."

"Oh."

I snort. "Is that all you think about?"

I hear some shuffling on his end and I yawn, waiting for his reply.

"Yes because there's not a day that goes by when I don't think about you."

"Hmm."

"Our time together was too short. I wanted to spend more time with you."

Sleep clouds my brain. "Hmm. Yeah."

He chuckles. "I'll let you go. Goodnight, babygirl. Sweet dreams." The line clicks and I turn to my other side, slumber taking over me.

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The next night, he calls me again but this time, I was awake and alert, enough to hear what he was saying. "Hello?"

"Hey."

Okay, he sounds.... annoyed? "I wanted to apologize to you about last night."

"It's okay. I called you when you were sleeping," he says.

"No, Channie. It was rude of me to fall asleep on you. I'm very sorry."

"Baby."

"And," I added. "I know it's been a long time since we last saw each other."

"Baby, I kn-"

"But then I went back to sleep. I mean who does that? It wasn't nice of m-"

I get cut off by him calling my name. "Y/N!"

I blink at his sudden outburst. "Y-yeah?"

"It's okay. It was my mistake calling so late. I just wanted to hear your voice because I was having trouble sleeping."

My heart soften at his words. "Did anyone tell you how adorable you are?"

He chuckles. "Stop. You're going to make me blush."

I giggle. "I guess that's a good thing? Because the last time we together, it was you who made me blush."

I hear him laugh and it puts a smile on my face. "Hey," he says softly.

"Hmm."

I hear him shuffling again before the line goes dead. I look at my phone, confused. Did he just hang up on me? When I put my phone down, it rings immediately, making me jump. He's face timing me? Now? At this hour?

Clicking accept, it connects the calls and reveals him in a white robe and his curls on display. Wow. Talk about looking like a god. "There's the beautiful girl I missed."

I smile, waving and ignored the heat reaching my cheeks. "Hi."

He smiles. Goodness. He's got the prettiest smile in this world, and that's speaking from a fan's point of view. "Hey, do you mind if I make some tea?"

"Not at all," he replied. But as I get up, he says, "Take me with you."

I grab my phone and walk into the kitchen, placing my phone against my coffee jar. Opening a cabinet above me, I reach up grabbing a mug. "So, how was your day?"

"Better now that I'm watching you."

I almost drop the mug. Jesus, I knew he was like this before we met but to experience such a thing in real life.....

"I am sorry again, about yesterday," I say as I fill the kettle before putting it on the stove.

"Stop."

"Huh?" I glance at my phone before grabbing a tea bag.

"Babe, stop...moving."

I turn and look at my phone. He looked like he was straining, almost like he was in pain. "Are you okay?"

"Fuck," he breathes out, his eyes closed.

"Are you hurt?" Panic starts setting in. "You should take it easy. Your job requires you to use a lot of energy."

"That's not, fuck, that's not it."

I tilt my head, perplexed. Also noticed his robe was opened, revealing his chest. "Channie, what's going on?"

"I'm," he says as he moves his phone away, placing it against something before moving back a bit. "Hard."

Holy mother of all glory. My eyes widen as I glance at it. "Uh..uhm..."

"Sorry but what you're wearing right now is too much for my brain to handle."

I look down and blush. I was wearing my silk night pjs in the color of dark pink. The top had spaghetti straps, showing a lot of cleavage while my pants hugged my curves, especially my ass. I look back up and his hand now on his shaft, stroking it slowly up and down. All the blood rushed down my thighs. "This isn't fair, you know."

He chuckles but groans. "Mmm, I can't wait to come back."

"Yeah," I lean over, one strap falling down my arm as I bite my lip.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his hands stroking his dick a little faster.

Feeling confident, I lick my lips seductively which makes him lose his mind. "What are you thinking about?" I ask as I slide my hand to my clothed breast, pinching the small nub.

"About you. About how pretty you are and how you would look underneath me," he grunts as pre cum leaks from his tip. "Mm, fuck. Baby, I would fuck those tits."

(The steam slowly starts coming out of the kettle's mouth.)

"Yeah? These tits?" Biting my lip, I groan as I loop my arms out of the spaghetti straps and shove the cloth down to my mid riff, my boobs jiggling as they become free.

"Fuck. Play with them baby. I wanna cum watching you play with your tits as I would if I was there."

(The steam becomes more noticeable from the kettle.)

I do as I'm told. I tweak the nubs on my nipples with both hands as a moan escapes my mouth. "Fuck, Chan."

"Yes, that's it. Keep going."

I rub my nipples and squeeze one just as his breathing becomes more labored. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

(The keetle rattles a bit, the steam escaping its mouth more with a small whistle, ready to burst.)

"Yeah. Cum for me, babe. Imagine my mouth on it and cum," I say, my voice breathy and seductive.

"I'm cumming, fuck, I'm gonna cum," his hands pick up the pace as he throws his head back grunting, his body jerking and sperm shoots out of his cock.

(The kettle finally lets out its final whistle.)

As he comes down from his high, his breathing becomes regular and I pour the hot water into a mug, putting the tea bag in. I watch him wipe himself with wet wipes as I put my shirt back on. "Fuck, Y/N."

I chuckle, leaning back on the kitchen counter. "All good?"

"Yes. Fuck, you're too good to me," he hums while wearing his black boxers, closing his eyes before grabbing his phone.

The calls ends adrubtly and I blink at the home screen on my phone. "The fuck?" I shoot him a text.

But no reply.

Did he just seriously call me to jerk off? The nerve of this guy. I scoff, cursing at his name on the screen and make the tea, before walking over to the living room and making myself comfortable on the couch.

I was soon immersed in a movie on the tv when the doorbell rings. "Who the fuck is it at this hour?" Annoyed, I walk over to the intercom, turning on the doorbell camera. Someone or some guy dressed in all black from head to toe. Alarm bells start ringing in my mind. I press the talk button. "Who is it?"

The person removes the face mask. I gasp and run for the door, opening it quickly. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles, stepping inside as he cups my cheeks. "I couldn't wait."

"Wait, were you in Seoul all this time?" I ask, my hands finding their way around his waist.

"Hmm." He nods, placing a kiss on my right cheek, then my left. "I missed you."

Giggling, I reach on my tip toes leaving a kiss on his lips, catching him off guard. "Missed you too."

His left arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

"I may," I begin as he leans closer, hovering over my lips. "Have some idea."

"Brat," he whispers before smashing his lips on mine, enticing a moan from me. Leaving my lips, he peppers kisses down my jaw, neck and stops at the top of my breasts. "I said I wanted to-"

"-fuck these?" I finish his sentence. "I thought you were here to give me bike lessons?" I joked.

His eyes snap into mine, his gaze filled with lust. "Lesson number 1." His hands go around my hips, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. "Adapt to changing conditions."

He starts walking as his eyes search for my bedroom. "And what might I be adapting to?"

His eyes light up when he spots my room. "How to satisfy the driver," he replied, shutting the door with his foot.

Riding lesson #143: complete.

A/N: I wasn't going to write this but my brain was itching to write it. Enjoy!

#bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #skz #skz smut #bang chan smut

[c-h-i-m-es]

geto suguru

contents: aged up character, established relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, prasing, pet names (baby, doll, idk i forgot if there's more)

you are in the living room with geto, nanako and mimiko after dinner, watching barbie. you have mimiko in your lap, using you as her cushion and geto has his one arm around nanko's shoulder while his other arm is around your waist.

"y/n, i am sleepy." mimiko says looking at you as she rubs her eyes. you smile and stroke her head, "let's get you to bed, yeah?" she nods and you both stand up.

"i will also sleep!" nanko says and gets away from geto. "look at all my three girls leaving me alone." you laugh at his words and grab nanko's hand, "stop being a kid, suguru. i'll be right back."

you take the girls in their room and tug them in bed while geto just follows you close behind, "good night kiddos." they flash you a smile, "good night." geto kisses each of their forehead as he strokes their hair, "sweet dreams."

you turn the lights off and close the door to their room. you walk back to the couch to clean up the mess but geto stops you as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your body to him.

he brings his lips next to your ear, "i feel like we've not been making time for each other." he places a peck on your neck, which turns into him biting and sucking on your skin.

you throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as you try not to make a sound, "you know damn well we have to look after the kids." your put your hand on top of his arm wrapped around you.

"hmm.." he continues leaving wet kisses and marks along the way as he moves to your jaw and finally reaches to kiss your lips. his lips feel desperate, like if they leave yours for even a second, he'd die.

you understand how he feels very well. it isn't just him who was feeling impatient after all. you move your lips along with his while he brings one of his hands up to hold your jaw. he bites your lower lip and you open your mouth for him. his tongue roams inside your mouth, not leaving any corner unexplored.

you let out a muffled moan as you felt his hand move inside your top, his warm hand on your bare skin as he moves his hand around, playing and kneading your skin. his hand almost moves inside your shorts when you grab it to stop him.

you pull back a little to look at his face, "let's go inside our room, yeah?" he smirks as soon as he hears you and lifts you up and enters your shared room. he doesn't forget to lock the door behind him in case the girls get nightmare or wanna cuddle with either of you and disturb you, as well as traumatize themselves.

he let you down on the bed and without a second break, his lips find yours. he lifted you up to place you on his lap, all while having his mouth on yours and placed his hand on either sides of your hips.

he pulled your body to him and you could feel him hard and huge through your clothed clit. all you could focus was him and his hands working underneath your top.

he moved his hands up your chest. and with you having no bra on, he has easy excess to your boobs. he kneaded and squeezed your one side while he pinched your hardened nipple on the other side.

your hand around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair, and your moans couldn't even make their way out as they get lost in his intense and messy kiss.

"fuck.. i missed you so much." he groans as he pulls back just to take your shirt off. you look at him, his eyes wandering around your bare chest in front of him like this is the first time he is seeing it. "stop that. it is embarrassing." you mumble and hold the hem of his shirt, "let's get rid of this babe." he chuckles and takes his shirt off in a swift movement.

you bite your lower lip to not let your moans out as there are two kids right besides the wall, but the way you missed how geto licks and sucks on your boobs makes it hard. he continues playing around your chest, licking and leaving marks along the way as his hands moved to your lower body.

he tugs on your shorts and you lift your hips for him. he takes off your shorts and panties together. he let out a groan as looks down at you, "you're so beautiful baby." he starts to rub over your folds, playing and circling your sensitive nub while you couldn't stop yourself from letting out whimpers and moans.

"you look so pretty when you're making that face.." he inserts a finger inside of you, "and these noises you make, you're so perfect y/n." he starts pumping his finger in and out of you, gradually speeding up the pace and adding another finger.

he continues with his work, slowing down and pacing up again. but as he felt you clench around his fingers, he takes them out of you entirely. you shoot him a look, making his chuckle, "sorry love but i just can't wait no more." you bite your lower lip and watch him as he licks his fingers clean while looking right in your eyes, "you taste like you were made just for me."

he keeps his eyes on you, while yours on his hands, working his way out of his pants and boxers. he places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs as he positioned himself.

you let out a whimper as he slowly slid half his length inside of you. he brings his lips on the crook of your neck and slams all the way in. you let out a scream, but quickly put your palms over your mouth, "suguru! be gentle. the kids are right next door." he just lets out a chuckle, "they will learn about it themselves sooner or later baby."

he licks the skin on your collarbone, going down on your chest. he licks and nibs on your nipples as he starts moving his hips.

he grabs both your hands above your head with his one hand to avoid you from covering your lips, "come on doll, let me hear you, yeah?" you let out moans and whimpers as he gradually increased his pace.

he groans feeling you clench around him, "fuck baby.." you feel him come inside you but he doesn't stop and keeps on going, making you come undone yourself within the next minute.

he pulls out and places a kiss on your forehead before laying down besides you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and showers your whole face with kisses. you giggle, feeling ticklish, "stop it." he kisses your lips and pulls back to look at you in your eyes, "i love you. so much."

"yeah? good to know because i love you too."

a/n: can y'all tell me how this was cuz this is the first time i wrote smut and idk if it's good

#geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[upsidedownwithsteve]

steve x reader fluff where he takes care of the drunk reader?

The fluffiest fluff. Floof, if you will 😌

“Stevie!”

Steve was already laughing when he pulled himself out of his car, the BMW parked outside of Robin’s house, you and the other girl sitting on the porch steps, shoulder to shoulder and heads resting together sleepily.

But you’d perked up at the sight of your boyfriend's car, the soft, lazy look on your face turning into a bright burst of sunshine in the late night. You stood and swayed on the steps, feet bare and your heels in your hands as you threw your arms out for him.

Robin was grinning, like she’d done something wrong and had gotten caught, like she didn’t care too much about getting scolded for it.

“I told you she can’t handle tequila,” Steve huffed at his best friend, but he couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice as he approached you both, strolling up the garden path before he opened his arms for you in answer.

You jumped, maybe fell a little, into them, entirely trusting of the fact that the boy would catch you. He did. He always did and Steve let out a soft hum when he pulled you into him, your chin hooked over his shoulder and your arms tight around his neck. The boy tucked his face down to yours, chasing out your lips with his own, pressing a sweet kiss there and he chuckled when he could taste liquor and lime, something too sweet like cherries.

“Y’okay, sweetheart?” Steve murmured, and his voice was all sticky warmth, the feeling of sun after rain, the quiet of a late night drive and a hand high on your bare leg.

You hummed, happy, soft with alcohol and sleep.

“You smell good,” you informed him, completely ignoring his original question and you heard Robin snort from behind you both.

“God you’re both sickening,” she grumbled good naturedly.

“Hey now,” you protested, words slurring only slightly. “You told me at the bar that you thought we were cute as fuck.”

Steve snorted, “outed, Buckley.”

Robin didn’t look overly fussed, just shaking her head and staring at the two of you with an unusual fondness. “Whatever, go put your girl to bed, Harrington - and make sure she drinks some water.”

Steve gave her a mock salute, not at all surprised when you managed to manoeuvre out of his arms and jump onto his back with a soft “ooft.”

He merely grinned and caught your legs, his hands hooking under your knees, choking out a laugh when he heard Robin call from her front door, “I can see your ass babe, Jesus.”

You flashed her more in response, one hand slipping from around Steve’s neck to grip the already short hem of your skirt, pulling it up so your friend you catch a glimpse of an asscheek, partially covered by cherry printed underwear.

“Your girlfriend is hot, Harrington, you’re punching,” Robin hollered, letting Steve and her sleeping street know exactly what she thought before she waved and closed the door.

“She’s right,” Steve agreed as he let you go, adoring the way you slid slow down his back, your hands still on him as he grabbed at your waist and spun you, pressing your frame against the cool side of his car. “My girlfriend is hot.”

You laughed, girlish and sleepy, your eyes hooded as you leaned into him, chin on his chest, relying on your boyfriend to hold you up.

“You think?” You asked, acting more coy than Steve knew you were, all doe eyed and blinking pretty at him.

“Oh I know, baby,” he told you, overly serious as he questioned the way you doubted him.

He dropped a kiss to your lips, soft and chaste, but you squirmed as he pulled back, following the taste of him as you silently asked for another. Steve relented and you hummed, a happy sound at the back of your throat, threading your fingers through his hair to hold him to you.

Steve knew Robin would be seconds away from throwing shit out the window at you both, yelling something about getting a room.

“You gonna take me home and show me how pretty you think I am?”

On any normal night, your words would’ve made Steve lose it there and then, tightening in his jeans as he did everything he could to get you home and in his bed as fast as possible.

But you were glassy eyed and you hiccuped after your question, making the suggestive words seem far too adorable. So he dropped another kiss to your head instead, hiding his smile in your hairline, ‘cause if you knew he was laughing at you, you would’ve gotten yourself all upset.

And Steve wouldn’t have that.

“Sweetheart, I’ll tell you how pretty you are every damn day, but I think tonight we gotta go home to bed, yeah?”

You paused to consider the boy's words and Steve took the opportunity to open his passenger door, folding your limbs inside. He bent in with you, bucking up your seat belt and snorting when you tapped a finger to his nose, making a little ‘boop!’ as you did.

“Bed with you?”

“Bed with me,” Steve agreed before closing your door and jogging round to the driver's side.

You were looking over at him as he slid in, cheek pressed to the seat and lips pouting but your attempt at seducing your boyfriend was interrupted by a yawn, and Steve hid another grin behind his hand.

You were adorable.

But tiredness seemed to win and you admitted defeat, settling for taking Steve’s hand and placing it on your leg as he drove you both home. The boy didn’t mind that at all, revelling in soft skin and warmth, the way his touch made you flush all pretty, your sleep eyes fond and trained on him.

“You’re pretty too,” you told him, still slurring slightly but it was more to do with the late hour than the tequila, or so you’d argue. “Forgot to say.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, embarrassed even years into your relationship, never really able to get over your soft words and compliments, or the way you looked at him like he’d hung the stars.

Shit, he’d climb a ladder to the moon for you, pick a punch of them and give you stardust every goddamn day if you just kept looking at him like that.

He picked up your hand from where it lay lazy on your lap, pressed a kiss to it whilst he kept his eyes trained on the empty roads and when he told you, “you can show me how pretty you think I am in the morning,” you were already asleep.

#steve harrington #Steve baby blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things fic #ask

[matenrou-fan]

three seperate scenario of toki, jakurai, ichiro waking up really horny and slowly fucking their s/o? she is laying in front of them and they lift her leg to slip in from behind (but it's not anal lol!)

uhhh I am so so sorry idk any pthing about OM so i can't request :(

Samatoki, Jakurai, Ichiro with fem!s/o (+morning sex)

femreader, humping, fingering (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite he's such an overprotective softie in relationships, there's also a pretty naughty side of him, so Samatoki never would be that ashamed of seeing some wet dreams that involve you, he's only enjoying it. But it's really rare when he wakes up that horny after such a good sleep.

-But it's actually neither the first nor last time he felt such desire after lewding you in dreams. If you sleep at this moment, he prefers to just go to the bathroom and calm himself down, but sometimes it's really too much and his own hand won't help. Just like today, a copy of you in his mind was just too bold in his fantasies.

-So Samatoki just move to your closer, hugging from behind. He probably should do the opposite, as the soft scent of your warm skin just makes his dick twitch more, but he can't, it's like his hands freeze around your waist the second he wraps his arms around your body.

-"Babe.. Babe, are you sleeping?" - A low, hoarse after night voice slowly wakes you up, and even while being so sleepy, you can't help but notice how hot it actually sounds. - "Heh, what with this smile? You already know what I want?"

-Of course you know, because as soon as you open your eyes and look at the pale face of your boyfriend, his hands lowered to your hip. Oh, and you can feel this pressure against your butt when he leans closer to your smaller figure.

-But no matter how horny Samatoki are, he wants to heat your mind too, playing with your body a little before actually pushing himself inside. His arms already know all your sensitive places, squeezing your nipples between fingers while his glans stroking your folds through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

-During casual sessions your boyfriend loves to make you the one to whine for more, yet today there's not that much patience in his nerves. So pretty soon, when his dick would slowly soak in your juices, Samatoki finally pulled down your shorts and slowly but surely thrust in till the very end.

-Getting too carried away is definitely one of the points in the list of bad habits of your boyfriend.. As he doesn't give a single fuck about how many responsibilities and tasks waits for him outside your shared bedroom, he wouldn't stop until you two get enough of each other bodies.

-And trust me, as soon as you start calling his name in such a desperate voice, all last thought would fade away from his mind as Samatoki just wants to keep pounding you senseless.

-For him, it's very unusual to suddenly feel such an unsuppressable urge, especially early in the morning, when he just wakes up and immediately starts thinking about you and your body, sleeping next to him.

-A usual morning routine for Jakurai is to get up and check his blood pressure and temperature, yet today there's another problem that needs to be solved - his half hardened dick, that keeps pulsing in his home shorts.

-He probably should just quickly take a shower and deal with his fantasies all alone? Yet even for someone with great patience and self-control as Jakurai, it's kinda hard to resist this wish to touch your shoulder or to lean closer to your smooth hair. The sweet aroma of your shampoo is so luring..

-Small, light kisses on the neck would quickly wake you up, and only after that Jakurai would cling closer, wrapping his hands around your waist. Some deep shame would tickle his chest, aren't he too old to be so needy? Yet it feels like words escape his lips faster than he was able to think about them properly.

-"Ah.. Good morning, my dear.. The morning has just begun, but I think I'm already falling for your charm again.." - your lover whispers right in your ear, sending electric waves of goosebumps down your spine. - "So I hope you will forgive me for such impudence.."

-Even in an internal frenzy, Jakurai so soft and loving, thinking about your pleasure even more than about his own, as he doesn't want to just use you. Despite waking up absolutely hungry for your body, there's an even bigger appetite for intimate emotions in his soul, the real connection..

-So everything would be gentle and passionate, as always when Jakurai is being a dom. Preparing you long and well with his slim fingers, while you pressing your back to his warm chest, mewling in pleasure.. Sweet nothings and small praises in your ear as he slowly slides inside, pushing your clenching walls.

-And of course so much attention to your lips, chest and clit, as he slowly starts trusting in, enjoying the wet tightness of your pussy. Only your ardent reaction through small whimpers and lazily, but needy movements of your hips makes his arousal stronger. Only your desire raises his desire to the highest point.

-How lucky you both are, to not have any work shifts today.. As it seems Jakurai wouldn't have enough of your adorable morning cumming face after just one round.

-Well.. Even in his pure mind sometimes can awoke a few naughty thoughts, especially when he can't control his mind and it shows him the deepest desires of his soul.

-And probably the one who would wake up first today would be you, as these desperate whimpers behind you get too loud, and his arms trembling so much as Ichiro cling closer to you, shyly calling your name through sweet dreams.

-How can you not tease him a little? Leaning back to press yourself to his shaking with deep, unsteady breaths, chest. Maybe whisper his name a few times too, while wiggling your hips a bit to grind back, rubbing against a hard twitching bulge in his pajama pants.

-"M.. S/o, s/o, I'm so close.." - a sudden loud gasp breaks from his chest as Ichiro finally wakes up with a nagging ache between his thighs and notices your sly grin. - "A-ah, s/o, g-good morning…! Did I wake you up…?"

-He always feels so ashamed when you catch him like that! Yet sometimes it feels like his dick gets even harder in such situations, happy to finally get more attention. And the way you coo at your boyfriend, willing to help with such a shameful urge drew him to follow this primal instinct.

-The dream is so realistic but never enough, and he's too hungry for just the warmth of your skin and the sweet odours of your body. So for a few minutes Ichiro just wants to feel you more, to calm down his tickling mind through hot kisses and libidinous foreplay with your chest, while his dick keeps humping against your hips so fast and needy.

-And oh how amusing yet arousing his groans sound when his trembling hand finally lifts your leg, allowing him to slip in. For a moment he just froze in place, as he always does after getting inside you fully, just enjoying how pulses of your walls wrapped around his whole length.

-And after that.. Some unsteady, sloppy movements, that quickly speed up as Ichiro whines more and more right in your ear just how tight you are early in the morning. Just how good it feels, to be greeted with your delicious pussy like that. Best wake up in his life.

-God.. Just how lucky you're that both Jiro and Saburo stayed overnight in their friends houses, as these loud slaps of hips to hips and weak but loud high pitched moans would be heard all over the house for a whole morning today.

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic ichiro #hypmic smut #ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic ichiro #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro yamada smut #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #Samatoki Aohitsugi smut #jakurai jinguji x reader #hypnosis mic jakurai #hypmic jakurai #jakurai x reader #jakurai jinguji #Jakurai Jinguji smut #【🍓】

[v4mpgutz]

Knife Under My Pillow, Hobie Brown [ ONESHOT ]

— got me feelin' paralysed, i can't sleep without the lights

hobie has a nightmare and you offer him comfort!

note: i don't know why i didn't have this idea sooner omfg i love soft hobie, PUSHING THE SOFT HOBIE AGENDA!!

warnings ! — hobie is a little disoriented at first, angst to fluff, kind of ooc but its just bc hes sleepy and anxious because of his nightmare. petnames ( baby, babe, love )

hobie had always had fairly vivid dreams. there'd been many times where he'd wake up and tell you about how he was kidnapped by aliens and then went to mcdonalds with them or where you turned into a tiny kitten and he'd carried you in his pocket.

unfortunately, having vivid dreams also meant he had vivid nightmares as well. most of the time when he had a nightmare he'd wake up, go get a glass of water, come back to bed, cuddle into you and then go back to sleep. this time, however, was different.

you awoke from small mutters and mumbles coming from beside you, not being able to make out any words but you knew it was hobie.

you smiled down at him as you sat up and checked the alarm clock on his bedside table, 2:37 AM.

when hobie let out a small, distressed sound, you quickly turned back to him and noticed his face was screwed up in what looked like discomfort or pain. you furrowed your brows in concern, trying to listen to what he was saying in his sleep.

"love.." he mumbled, taking a shaky, gasp-like breath in, but still asleep. "no, move..."

you could only grow more concerned as sweat started to build on his forehead, his body shaking as he started to flail around a bit.

"hobie?" you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "hobie, wake up!"

you could see his eyes moving around quickly under his eyelids and his skin developed a layer of goosebumps. you shook his shoulder, calling his name again. "baby, wake up, c'mon..." you whispered.

you shake him a little harder and watched as he opened his eyes with a shallow breath in, blinking slowly and looking around his room.

he didn't see you at first, calling your name as his eyes teared up.

you frowned and placed a hand on his cheek gently as he sat up, eliciting a short gasp from him. "i'm right here, hobie," you reassured him as you moved one hand to gently hold his right one.

he took a few deep breaths, just looking at you. he took in your appearance — you were okay. he shuffled further towards you on the bed and hugged you, his head resting against your torso as he laid the two of you down again.

you felt his body shaking as he let out muffled sobs. "hobie..." you called and rubbed his back, hugging him close. "what happened, babe?" you asked him.

he turned his head so that his face was away from your stomach, whispering softly.

"it was you," he choked out. "i couldn't stop it."

you didn't entirely understand what he meant but you figured something bad had happened to you in his nightmare. you didn't want to push him to say anything else considering he was so upset and you'd never wish to cause him more pain, so you opted for comforting him instead.

"hey," you whispered to him. "look at me, hob."

he coughed and wiped his eyes, looking up at you from his place tucked between your legs as he laid on your torso.

you held his face in your hands and looked him in the eyes, seeing tears gather along his waterline. "i'm okay, see?" you smiled softly, rubbing his cheek.

"i'm right here, i'm fine." you nodded, humming softly. he seemed to be a little calmer, lips pulling into a barely noticeable smile as you hummed some made-up tune.

he let out a breath and cuddled himself back into your stomach, "you're right."

you laughed and patted his back, running your fingers up and down it gently, making him shiver.

"go back to sleep, baby," you told him as you checked the time again. "it's early. i've got you, i'm not going anywhere."

you felt him smile against your slightly exposed skin due to your shirt riding up. he kissed your stomach gently and mumbled a small, "thank you."

before you knew it, you heard his quiet breaths as he fell back asleep.

i love him so much omg

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