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seijorhi · 4 years

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If you're taking Kuroo requests at the moment is it okay to ask for Gift Wrapped Part 3 👀👀👀👀

For you, bby, of course 💕

Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

TW non-con/extreme dub-con, nsfw, smut, unreliable narrator

Gift Wrapped III

Part I • Part II

It’s not often that Kuroo cooks. He can cook, pretty well actually - growing up, his grandmother had made sure that he at least knew the basics - it’s just that most of the time, he really can’t be fucked.

Takeout’s easier. Less stress. Less cleaning. Failing that, there’s always two minute ramen. It’s not like Akaashi or Bo ever complained.

It’s not like their own cooking habits were any better.

But today - today he’s glad that he knows his way around a kitchen. It’s not a gourmet meal, not by any stretch of imagination, but he knows that simple is often better. More importantly, he knows that it tastes good and you’ll like it, and really, that’s all he cares about. Kuroo can’t help but smile, hum a little as he moves to grab two plates from the cupboard and set them on the kitchen counter.

Last night had been… intense for lack of a better word, but there was just something about waking up with you tucked up against his side that made everything feel right. He’s never been much of a romantic, but having you fast asleep in his arms, so soft, so vulnerable, your delicate skin littered with his ardent devotion, it filled him with a kind of warm contentment, like coming home after a long, long time away.

You fit against him so perfectly.

It was tempting, baby, so fucking tempting to waste the morning lying in bed with you. To bury his face back into the crook of your neck, shuffle closer, drown himself in the scent of you and let the hours slip away until your pretty eyes fluttered open.

And maybe if he was a little more selfish, he might have. But Kuroo was raised with better manners than that. It might have been that most traditional of first dates, but he’s nothing if not a gentleman. He knows he wore you out yesterday, fucked you until you were a beautiful, babbling mess. After being such a good girl for him, you deserve to be spoiled - might as well start with breakfast in bed and work his way up from there.

And if eating his lovingly prepared food has the added effect of making you fall just a little bit more in love with him, well who’s he to complain?

Smirking to himself, he finishes plating, stacking both dishes onto a tray along with a steaming mug of coffee for you to carry back into the bedroom.

Except when he cracks the door open with a quiet, “Babe?” called out, you’re not lying curled up in his rumpled sheets where he left you.

As hazel eyes frantically scour the empty room, his heart skips a beat, blood running cold.

You’re not where you’re supposed to be.

His attention snaps to the window. Shut, just as he’d left it. Their apartment’s on the fourth floor anyway, it’s not like you could slip out that way, not without hurting yourself. His stomach lurches at the very thought. He didn’t hear the bedroom door open, but the front door’s locked up tight from the inside. Deadbolted. There’s no possible chance that you-

And then he hears it, the soft spray of a shower running down the hall and Kuroo almost laughs as relief washes over him like a wave, easing the sudden tension in his muscles. Of course you wouldn't go anywhere.

You wouldn’t leave him hanging high and dry, not after you said those precious words to him last night, your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glistening, “I l-love you, too.”

But when had you slipped out? He hadn’t even heard you get up, but to get to the bathroom you would have had to have walked right past him.

Sneaky little thing.

Momentary heart attack aside, Kuroo glances down at the breakfast he’d so painstakingly prepared for the both of you. He was planning on surprising you in bed with it and letting the morning play out from there, but with you in the shower clearly that’s not going to happen.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he sets the tray down on the empty bed and tugs off the old tee he’d thrown on to cook.

Breakfast can wait, Kuroo has other ideas of how to make your morning.

You let out an adorable squeak when he opens the bathroom door, backing up into the corner of the shower and trying in vain to cover your chest and privates from view as he waltzes in.

“D-don’t come in!”

He grins, bending over to kick off his sweats, “Relax, kitten. It’s just me.”

Yet you make no move to uncover yourself, still curled up against the cold tile wall, watching him with wide, cautious eyes. It’s kinda cute actually, the way you look at him like he’s about to eat you right up.

You’re not wrong, per se, but it’s nothing to be scared of. He’ll take excellent care of you.

“Thought we might as well save some water,” he says with a cheesy smirk, pulling the glass shower door open so he can step inside. “Shower together. What do you think, kitten?”

You swallow, nibbling on your bottom lip as he closes the distance between you, stepping under the steamy spray of water. “Please,” you whisper, but Kuroo pays it no mind.

“Let me see,” his voice is low, rougher than he expected and you don’t fight him when his hands wrap around your wrists to pull them away. Such a good girl for him. A sharp breath hisses between his teeth, his heart thumping unsteadily in his chest at the sight of you, all naked, wet and tempting, rivulets of water cascading down the soft curves of your body.

You’re beautiful.

Every fucking inch of you.

Maroon and burgundy lovebites are scattered across your skin like blooming flowers, from your neck to your tits to your soft, supple thighs, and he doesn't miss the faint, finger shaped bruises that mar your hips from where he held you too tightly the night before. Perhaps he was slightly too overzealous - he knows he should feel a little guilty, but as he stares at you with simmering, hooded eyes, there’s only one thought running through his head.

He needs you.

You shudder when he reaches for you, tugging you back under the spray, into his arms. He should be gentle and sweet, ease you into it after the marathon sex last night, but the moment you fall against him, your wet, slick breasts and pebbled nipples pressing up against his chest, all rational thought flies right out the window.

“Kur-”

He silences you with a kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips to taste you once more. He couldn’t stop this even if he wanted to. This - you - are perfect.

“I love you,” he pants, moans, as he guides your leg up over his hip, pushing you back up against the shower wall. “Love you so much, Y/N.”

You sob as his cock breaches your walls, clinging to him, burying your face in his shoulder. Even as he holds you closer, kissing at your neck while you whine and whimper, a twinge of guilt flickers through him. You’re probably still sore from yesterday. It’s hard to feel too bad though, when your warm, tight cunt squeezes and flutters around his aching cock, sucking him deeper even as he tries to draw his hips back.

Kuroo’s never been the religious type, but if there is a heaven, he’s pretty damn sure it exists between your thighs.

***

“Kuroo…” your voice is soft, hesitant, little more than a whisper over the quiet hum of the tv playing in the background - if you weren’t perched on his lap, he might not have heard you at all.

He huffs out a laugh, “Don’t you think that’s a little formal, babe?” he teases, relishing the way you duck your head, trying to hide your pretty face from view by burying it in his chest.

So easily flustered. You were riding his his cock like a fucking dream last night, but now you’re getting all shy over calling him by his first name? Kitten, you really are too fucking adorable.

Okay, maybe he might enjoy teasing you just a little too much, but can you blame him?

“T-tetsurou…”

Kuroo grins indulgently. “Mhm?”

Your fingers twist in your lap, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you nibble on it. Kuroo doesn’t push you, doesn’t prod as you fidget and shift, you’ll speak when you’re ready. He doesn't mind waiting, not when he gets to hold you close like this.

“W-when can I, um… when can I go home?”

His lips trail across your bare shoulder and he hums noncommittally. You shiver when his teeth nip at your delicate skin, squirming so delightfully that he’s tempted to think you’re deliberately trying to rile him up. Of course, he knows better than that - doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it when his tongue finds that sweet spot on your neck, just below your jaw, and you writhe and gasp so prettily, unintentionally grinding your ass against the swell of his cock.

“Tomorrow,” he pants, his voice just a little thicker, rougher than usual. “We can swing by before class to pick some clothes and stuff up to bring back here.”

You stiffen in his lap, but whatever reply you’re trying to get out is swallowed by a shuddering squeak when his fingers dip below the waistband of the boxer shorts he’s lent you. “O-oh.”

There’s more that you want to say, he can see you struggling to find the words as his hand delves further into your underwear, rough fingertips teasing at your cunt. The little moan you try to stifle sends blood rushing straight to his cock and it twitches eagerly in his pants, and when you make the mistake of squirming again, the very last vestiges of his control snap.

“C’mere kitten,” he growls, and before you can protest his arms are on your waist and he’s flipping you over onto your back, yanking down your shorts as he looms over you. “Fuck, I love you.”

Kuroo’s hand’s already wrapped around his swollen length, stroking it, guiding the flushed, weeping cockhead along your slick cunt, and he has to bite back a grin when it nudges against your clit and you jerk.

You’re shivering beneath him, staring up at him with those wide, doe eyes that he loves so fucking much and he wonders, not for the first time, whether it’ll ever be enough. He loves you. Needs you like he needs air to breathe. The feeling of you wrapped around him, the way that you come undone under his touch, it’s intoxicating and addictive and he’s never going to get sick of it. You’re a drug, a craving he knows he’ll never satisfy completely but he doesn’t give a shit, not as long as you’re here with him. You’re perfect and you’re his and he’s never going to let you go.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy till you’re screaming my name, gonna fill you up with my cum. You want that, baby? Want daddy to stuff you full of his cum?”

Kuroo doesn’t give you a chance to answer, leaning down to capture your reddened lips in a searing kiss. He knows that you probably need a little more prep, but he’s so hard, so desperate for the feeling of your tight, wet heat clenching around him that he just can’t wait. He’ll make it up to you, he thinks as he lines himself up-

A rough pounding on the front door shatters the atmosphere entirely.

You tense, flinching as he freezes, hovering over you, his lips still locked around yours. His heart thunders in his chest and narrowed, hazel eyes flick towards the door, but he makes no move to go and answer it, just watches and waits, until-

“Hey lovebirds, open up, would you? I’m tireeed,” a familiar voice whines, and Kuroo has to fight back a growl. Rationally, he knows he can’t be too mad, not when Bokuto’s the reason you’re here at all, but it’s hard to quell the faint flicker of resentment burning through him entirely, considering what it is that he’s interrupting.

Of course the owlish bastard would choose now to reappear. He loves him like a brother, really he does, but Bokuto has the worst fucking timing on the planet.

Reluctantly, Kuroo draws back, pressing another kiss - gentle this time - on your lips before falling back to sit on his thighs. “Impatient asshole,” he groans, but the wink he shoots you softens the edge of his words.

Yet you’re still tense, your hands curled into fists at your side, an odd, fearful expression on your face as you stare at the door. He frowns for a split second before realisation hits him like a ton of bricks. He never asked Bo how he got you to come home with him. Kuroo had assumed that there were some kind of drugs involved because of your sleepy state, roofies probably but-

“Hey, look at me.” Long fingers grab at your chin and tilt your head back to focus on him. He smiles softly, reassuringly (he hopes), “It’s just Bokuto. He’s not gonna hurt you, sweetheart.”

You don’t say anything in return, but he doesn’t miss how your eyes flit back towards the door.

“Give us a damn minute,” he calls out when Bo knocks again, louder this time, sighing and running a hand through the thick, dark mess that is his hair. “C’mon. Let’s get you dressed, hm? We can finish this,” he reaches down to press a less than innocent kiss to your breast, smirking when your back arches just a little and a soft whine leaves your lips, “later.”

He has all the time in the world.

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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Cuddling With Them While They Game PT 2

a/n: kasjsdhakdjs pls- when i got this req i sqealed srsly i love it ty for this :p

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, crack???

Warnings: none :)

i made a part one with bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki!

he doesnt usually play games but when he does he tries his best and its so cute🥺

feel like he has game rage, but its like him trying to smile through the pain and act like he isnt mad💀

HE PLAYS CONSOLE KASKDJSAKD BUT NOT LIKE THE BEANBAG LIKE KIRI ITS CONSOLE WHERE HES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT UP CLOSE TO HIS TV SITTING AT THE FOOT OF HIS BED

KASSDSKHGDAK THATS SO CUTE PLS-

so imagine: you walking in his dorm room, expecting him to be studying or working on his technique, but instead you find him on the floor in front of his bed, a blanket covering his head as he presses the buttons ruthelessly while he whispers little curses at himself starting to get mad

you closing the door got his attention, so he invited you to sit next to him, so you do

at first it was a little awkward bc he wasnt sharing the blanket (you cant convince me he isnt a blanket hog you cant) and his eyes were glued to the tv screen like he forgot you were there

you started to get tired, your head drooping on his shoulder- his body goes absolutely stiff- like- midoryia.exe has stopped working youre gonna have to wait for him to windows 8 reboot

once he finally looks at you and youre like this close to falling asleep he turns your body away rq to move the blanket off his shoulder so your head can rest on his actual shoulder and the blanket is around you too

he usually doesnt have his mic on at all, and if it is he usually doesnt talk unless hes going along w a joke? iykwim?

i feel like he plays games like call of duty and halo (he loves animal crossing and sucks at among us) but he doesnt like when he sees them actually die? like the gore and stuff? idk he just gives those vibes yk? i feel like hed feel really bad kaskjdshad hed get over it tho

i cant really see him play minecraft, tho, i mean unless youre playing w him, i dont think he would play it by himself unless he was like building a fucking castle for you or sum-

but ya you start to go to his room more when he games to hang out and every. single. time. you. fall. asleep. he isnt complaining tho he loves your sleeping face :p

when you sleep on him he usually wrapss an arm around you and when he can presses little butterfly kisses on the top of your head and takes his hand to rub your arm up and down oml kdajsd pls-

he plays both computer and console i just think he plays he console a bit more?

ok this is a lil soft and maybe a bit ooc but i like if you were to come in while hes playing games you would sit down between his legs, your back to his chest while he plays

he would either rest his head on whatever is behind him or he would rest it on your shoulder (if youre more on the taller side)

and okokok i feel like if you were curious ab how the game works he would def let you play for him for a sec, he would guide yu on what the buttons do and what your tasks are yk? (again w the soft shi im sorry kasjhsdfjf *cri*)

he would keep an arm around your waist while letting you play or he would rub your thigh (maybe both kasdjshd) while he watches you play

if you get a lil frustrated he would totally tease you ab it then tell you how to do it right oml

if you get tired he would take the controller from you and let you sit back on him chest, resting on him while he games

he might turn the volume down a lil, but i also think he doesnt care that much LMFAO

i feel like he would rub your side a lil its almost tickly but hes a lil more firm than that yk?

he would keep his curses at a minimum although he doesnt have that much game rage at all bc again, he doesnt care, but ppl are stupid so he might get frustrated sometimes

once you fall asleep and hes been playing for a while he might just leave the game hes in and carry you to bed and get in with you

i dont think hes much of a cuddler at all but a little bit of contact is ok w him

but then you start to shift and scoot towards him in your sleep

until you are either completely ontop of him or your head is in the crook of his neck and hes just sitting there like 😐😤😒

but he warms up to it bc he wuvs you (read: hes fucking whipped)

ao he lazily puts an arm around you and bears it for a couple more hours

but when yall wake up he finds himself literally clinging to you KASDJHSALKDJ

he. plays. computer. end of conversation

he got the wasd game iykwim😩 (ill shut the door on my way out)

he absolutely loves it when you come to sit on his lap while he just- he loves it sm

he plays all types of games (except overwatch. you will not catch this man playing overwatch pls-)

i feel like you wouldnt run into him playing games he would always play them once youre with him in the room

he wants you to be w him while he games, he wants you to watch him or just be there

youd be laying on his bed, hust doing whatever, scrolling on your phone while you hear him set up

you love to cuddle him- i just KNOW hes amazing at it

so when you hear him clicking away and see him sit down you stand up and walk to him

he doesnt even have t look at you before he opens himself up to you to sit on his lap

you watch him play (and his hands kasjlsdh) and sometimes you ask him questions ab it- hed be happy to walk you through it and explain

if you wanna play he'll let you play, teaching you everything ab the character and shit

he is the most patient person on earth i KNOW

he doesnt get game rage

he is literally so stoic- so calm i swear

he doesnt use his mic like at all

HE LOVES PLAYING WITH YOU

teasing to the max th- its cute tho he isnt being a meanie

loves playing among us and animal crossing (he def plays)

yall usually go to your island bc he likes it more kasdslahd

and when hes the imposter? hes like fucking corpse i swear

if youre sleep he's literally a perfect pillow, plus the sound of him breathing while he rubs your back is-

momo.exe has stopped working

HE PLAYS BOTH COMPUTER AND CONSOLE EQUALLY

he uses the mic constantly and is kinda loud- but you dont hate it

he laughs a lot, and gets some game rage but its pretty controlle, he just gets butthurt sometimes :/

when you walk into his room he is getting so into it like he doesnt even notice even notice you come in

he only notices your presence when when you put your hand on his shoulder- he literally jumps

when he plays console he's on his bed, just laying there chillin so when you walk in and say hi he is sooo happy youre there w him omg

he just loves you presence

i imagine you climbing into bed w him and he continues to play his game although he loves it when you touch him (not to sound sexual at all he genuienly loves your touch)

and you up to his side- he wraps an arm around you, telling you how he missed you how mych he loves you (ksadksjhaksd)

when you fall asleep he turns the volume down and probably tones down his voice, although sometimes he jolts bc of some kind of mess up

but he manages to keep you asleep on him until he gets tired too- turning everything off and just wrapping you in arms (he'd prolly end up on your chest ngl)

on the computer when he plays you hesitate o cuddle ONLY bc od how much he moves, like you arent gonna be there comfortable for a while but eventually he calms down

he just gets nervous- his heart starts to beat rapidly and his leg bounces (same kaskh) espECIALLY when you straddle him oml he BREAKS

but he eventually calms down so its more comfy

when you fall asleep he will constantly press kisses on your head omggg

so soft kasdjhksajf pls-

i feel like he plays longer when hes on the computer so he would prlly still be on there when you wake up- looking absolutely dead insode aksjdshadl but you convince him to go to bed, bribing him with a 'i'll go too'

hes literally whipped for you :)

~.~.~.~

hope yall enjoyed a part 2-

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qianinterprises · 3 years

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WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

Originally posted here

"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

Originally posted here

Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

Originally posted here

You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

Originally posted here

Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

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(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

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You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

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Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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boneless wings

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word count: ~1.6k

You’re feeling shitty and Keigo is more than willing to help you out.

just a short little thing. just tooth rotting fluff, soft keigo, very sweet, nice. nesting fic with avian hawks. enjoy a soft, feel good piece.

enjoy a feel good piece y’all ;^)

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Sometimes, you just have shitty days. It’s just a fact of living and breathing, somedays just fucking suck and it’s just how it is. You knew this. You were well aware.

And, you were having one.

The weird, gluey feeling in your chest didn’t go away, no matter what you did. You tried the kitschy self-care that those online magazines recommended. Yoga, face masks, drinking fucking water—

None of it worked, so you gave up, opting to nest in your living room. You padded it with pillows, blankets, and a few plushies. You didn’t much feel like eating, mouth dry despite the extra water you had chugged in desperation.

You resigned yourself to riding out your nastiness, ambiently watching TV with half-lidded eyes. The constant pattering of drizzling rain relaxed you, but the gray sky it brought with it was hardly welcome.

Your phone rang in the early evening, pulling you from your stupor.

You answered without checking the caller ID, “Hello?”

“Angel!” Keigo’s voice was like sunshine through the phone. “Have you eaten? I found a great street vendor that I want to take you to. You down?”

You sighed into the receiving, nestling in your blankets. You weren’t up for much moving.

“I’m sorry, Kei’,” You hated how weak your voice sounded. “I’m not feeling so hot. I think I’m staying in for the day.”

You could hear his frown through the phone, “Aww, babe! Why didn’t you tell me? I’ll bring you some soup! Maybe dumplings, if you’re feeling that.”

“No, love, it’s not that kind of sick,” You rubbed at your eyes.

Keigo had made it very clear early in your relationship that for all of the hoops and secrecy you had to jump through for him, he wanted to be more than there for you. He was insanely nice and supportive if you let him.

Especially on your shitty days, you struggled to tell him how rotten you were feeling.

“Dove,” His voice was so sweet from the phone, worming its way through your depressive haze. “You want me to come over? Snuggle you a little, order in some food you like? You know I’m here for you, (Y/N).”

You swallowed, rubbing at the wetness around your waterline, “I don’t wanna trouble you, ‘Kei, you know that.”

“Now I gotta come over, Dove. You’re never trouble. Guess I gotta show you.”

“Keigo—”

He hung up before you could argue.

Though, you did receive a text shortly after.

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i’ll be over in 30, okay?

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i’m gonna kiss u so much

[heart eyes chicken wing]: you want me to stay over? i’m the big spoon 4 u ALL NIGHT!!

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i love u so much dove!!!

You swallowed, rubbing at your tears. Sure, Keigo was a bit overbearing. He was actually pretty new to the whole ‘dating’ thing, but he really tried. And on your shitty days, it did feel better to have someone close.

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Keigo arrived a half an hour later, knocking on your balcony door.

You hauled yourself from your nest, quickly dodging to the bathroom to grab him a towel for his wings.

Padding to the door, you unlocked and slid it open, stepping aside for Keigo and only looking at the ground. You handed the towel to which he thanked you promptly. There was a bag in his hand that was dropped to the ground, a bit damp from the mist outside.

Standing next to him, you felt a little pathetic, to say the least. Standing in front of him in nothing but sweats and an oversized sweater, eyes scratchy with old tears, and a mess of unattended hair.

“Oh, baby,” Keigo’s voice was so empathetically sad, it made your own chest ache.

You finally looked up, just as Keigo cupped your face, leaning down the slightest bit to pepper your face with kisses.

“H-hey, stop that,” You stuttered, unable to stop the fluttery feeling cracking in your chest, a little ray of warmth through the rot. “You’re too nice.”

“Nope,” Keigo dropped a kiss on the tip of your nose, pulling him into you by your waist to hug you as tightly as he could. “I’m not nice enough. You deserve the world, you know.”

“So you tell me,” You mumble against his chest, locking your arms around his neck and settling against his neck for a moment.

Keigo let you rest against him, a birdlike cooing vibrating cutely from the back of his throat as he rubbed your lower back with his thumbs.

“Thanks for coming by, Kei’. I love you,” It was in a small voice, but it was something.

“I love you too.” Keigo nuzzled into the side of your head, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “And, of course. Anytime. Also, I brought you a little treat.”

You pulled away a little, just to eye the bag he’d dropped when he’d arrived, “Dinner?”

“Hmmm, no, but we’ll get that too,” Keigo left the embrace, but slipped your palms together. “I thought it might be nice for your bad days. It’s kind of heavy, though.”

You cocked your head to the side as he passed you the bag, topped with pastel tissue paper. Pulling it away, your eyebrows rose.

Inside, was a blanket, heavy in the bag.

“It’s a weighted blanket! Rumi was talking about how helpful they are for Fuyumi when she gets anxious, and I figured it might help you too,” Keigo beamed at you as you looked in the bag.

You were very fragile that day, and small kindnesses hit a little harder than you wanted to admit.

Your arms wrapped around his neck again, blanket dropped to the ground as you hid your damp face in Keigo’s neck.

“Thank you,” You pressed into his neck as he rubbed at your sides. “A lot.”

He squeezed you, smothering your messy hair with kiss after kiss, “Of course, dove. Anything to help you out. Now, dinner? Anything. You name it.”

...

Keigo ordered in your favorite comfort food, more than happy to make the phone call to the place for delivery.

The moment he hung up, he was eyeing your ‘nest’ on the floor.

“Uh, babe, what’s all that?” He jerked his head towards the mass on the floor.

The embarrassment in your gut stung, “It’s... I guess a nest... It’s kind of dumb, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, silly,” Keigo was on you in an instant, kissing your forehead and dragging you into him. “Don’t apologize. One, it looks comfy as hell. Two, I’m bird adjacent, and the idea of you making a nest that I can now snuggle with you in makes me like, cuddle horny.”

You snorted a laugh out, the filthy feeling your gut dulling, “Nesting turns you on?”

“Like, in a cute way,” Keigo smiled down with his honeyed eyes. He dragged you over to the nest, falling into the piles of blankets and pillows. “Like, I want to wrap you up in my wings and kiss you until you fall asleep, kind of horny.”

“Ohhh, I see,” You smirk down as he cutely adjusted the softness around his feathers, a cluster of the downy ones from the base of his wings falling around the nest. “What are those doing?”

“Gotta claim it, bird stuff,” He huffed while papping his hands on a pillow. “Get down here, dove. This nest isn’t complete without you in it, you know.”

It was a little silly, Keigo’s avian doings, but it was also very endearing to see him like this. Both he and you were being particularly vulnerable, and though you felt pretty raw, it also felt nice. Very nice.

“Oh, wait!” Keigo piped up as you fell to your knees on a soft comforter.

One of his feathers shot off, then three more, bringing the new, weighted blanket over to you and Keigo’s nest. It fell into your lap.

You carefully unfurled it as Keigo idly told you about his day, knowing all too well how it was harder for you to talk when you weren’t feeling well. You appreciated the gesture, a bit of tension rolling from your shoulders as you fully unwrapped the blanket.

As you did, Keigo plopped into the perfect nest he made, wings perfectly poised behind him.

You followed his movement, scooted closer to him. Keigo wasted no time urging your back to his chest, wrapping you the two of you up in one of his wings. The warm scent of the oil he rubbed on them instantly lulled you, eye going half-lidded. Keigo giggled, watching your sleepy reaction. He knew how to get you boneless without a single touch (in more ways than one).

He stretched for the new blanket, pulling it over the two of you, sighing at its weight, “Oh, I get it now.”

The blanket weighed down on your body, thoroughly pleasantly. The pressure lulled you even more, Keigo’s heat and steady breath only adding to your increasingly lax state.

“Like it, dove?” Keigo asked, lightly laughing as he swept a bit hair from your face. He adjusted a pillow under your head, the arm thrown over your waist drifting chastely to under your sweater to rub circles on your hips.

“Mhm, it’s really nice,” You let your eyes shut. “I’m getting a little sleepy already.”

Keigo hummed, kissing the crown of your head, a happy chirp echoing his chest, “Good, I’m glad. Very glad. You rest if you need to, angel.”

You felt your eyes well with tears at his unabashed kindness. It was so earnest with him sometimes, it was overwhelming.

Turning, you pressed your front to him, nestling yourself against his neck, softening as light coos rolled from Keigo’s throat, just up against your ear.

You fell into a light, but calm sleep, happily. Keigo with his avian quirks, worn hands, and sweetest nothings, helped bear the burden of your bad day, happy to fall with you into your new nest.

(Keigo would have to convince you to make a permanent one, but with how easily you unwound and settled in this one, he didn’t think it would take much.)

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k-comfyspace · 3 years

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Izone Reaction s/o falling asleep while doing their school work

Idol: Izone

Request: No

A/n: My brain is destroyed, this took longer than expected, sorry if this had a lot of grammar issues! Hope you like it, loves!

Eunbi

Eunbi swore that she would take care of everyone as your leader. The constant late nights you spend in the dining room answering your books, the times she sleeps seeing you working and waking up to you in the same spot.

So when she came home from doing the groceries, a frown etched on her face when she saw you passed out on the table, your books and laptop opened while a pencil hung from your ear. She approached your sleeping form, taking a look at your work and saving it before shaking you awake,

“Y/n,” she shook you until you groaned, opening your eyes and groggily calling out. “Unnie?” You called and she smiled at you, cooing at your cuteness,

“Let’s get you to bed,” you couldn’t argue with her and just stood letting her lead you to your room before tucking you in. The soft pillow knocking you out instantly, “Sleep well, baby,” she whispered before leaving your room , closing the door and making her way to tidy your things.

Sakura

Your girlfriend was busy cleaning the dorm, she was left behind while the others had their own plans, she saw the opportunity and decided to clean the whole dorm. Halfway through the front door opened, followed by your tired form entering, dropping your bag beside the couch and slumping on the couch.

Sakura peeked and saw you, a smile forming on her face as she continued cleaning,

“How was your project, love?” She called out but when she didn’t get a response she peeked again, cooing when she saw how your body was unmoving and relaxed, followed by a quiet snore. She smiled at your form, moving to take the blanket and drape it over you, making sure to keep her noise minimal as to let you rest.

Hyewon

Hyewon left her room, going to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover gummy bears she had saved last night. She paused when she saw you slumped on the table, various books and papers littered, one of said books resting on your head. It made her laugh at the state you were in before she sat next to you.

Quietly pulling a chair and eating her food, silently watching you as the book lifted and came back down, your breath moving some of the papers as your snoring echoed a little because of the book.

Maybe if someone saw her it would be creepy, but she enjoyed it, seeing you so peaceful made her heart tickle because she knew that she was the lucky one getting to date such a hard working person.

Yena

Your girlfriend would be on the softer side.

Though she is known to be quite playful, she has this side of her that only is soft to you. She’s definitely been teased by her members but she doesn’t care, she’s soft to you and only you.

One time to prove it is when she saw you at midnight, working on your computer while she busies herself on instagram, you two often enjoy the silence, especially if you were working on a paper while Yena was also comfortable, all she needed was you in a room anyway.

But halfway through, the typing sounds stopped, Yena thought you were thinking. Since she knew that this paper would be graded by one of the strict teachers, every word and sentence had to be right.

But for a few minutes it didn’t continue so she looked up, only to gasp when she saw you, face slumped against the desk snoring. Yena stood, padding to your place and rolling your chair to the bed before rolling you on the mattress since she knew that your back would hurt otherwise.

Chaeyeon

Like Eunbi, Chaeyeon kept her promise in becoming the second leader. She took care of everyone and made sure you were all healthy and taken care of.

As your leader and girlfriend she made sure to look after you a little more than the rest. She knew how difficult school could get, though going to school while being an idol is a different story, she would try her best to understand and help you as best as she could.

When she came home and you crashed on her bed, snoring while you clutched her pillow, Chaeyeon cooed.

Even though you were only a few years younger than Minju she still considered you as a baby. So she changed and snuggled beside you quietly, your arms looping around her unconsciously, making Chaeyeon’s heart melt at your actions.

Chaewon

“You need to sleep, love,” you looked up at your girlfriend, squinting your eyes and removing your glasses, rubbing your eyes. It was sore from the hours you spent looking at your computer.

“I’ll just finish this, I promise, I’ll sleep soon” you said and busied continued your work, fingers gliding against the keyboard while Chaewon sighed and decided to let you be, she knew how stubborn you were.

Half an hour later when she went to check on you, she shook her head when you were already knocked out.

Sleepily sighing on your seat while she shook her head but nonetheless she couldn’t help but coo but your peaceful face before she woke you and forced you to sleep.

Chaewon laying beside you as she ran her fingers through your hair, soothing you until your tiredness took over completely.

Minju

When you met Minju at SOPA she was the definition of shy. Minju had a lot of friends but it was you specifically that managed to take her heart and attention.

So she understood the struggles that came with your industry and school. So usually the two of you would spend a lot of time together doing your work.

But sometimes you had more work than her, surprisingly while being in the same year, so she took care of you.

Often calling to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself. When she came to your apartment she was expecting to see you watching TV but a frown etched on her face when she saw you sleeping on your couch, your books on the table.

Minju sighed and took a blanket covering you before leaving a kiss on your forehead before she started to clean up your things, she would be sure to scold you tomorrow but that could wait, for now you needed rest and she was willing to give that to you.

Nako

Nako would be worried when she saw you sleeping on the floor. Your papers and school work scattered around you, it was almost as if you were dead, but your breathing made it clear that you were somewhere in dreamland.

“Aish, I told her to get some rest,” your girlfriend whispered to herself before she walked to where you slept.

Picking up your stuff, making sure not to mess up anything, then she went to your room to get a spare blanket and some pillows, because there was no way that she could carry you up those stairs.

She laid down the blanket and set up the pillows before rolling you carefully into a comfortable position. Making sure to call her leader before she joined you, opting to stay with you for now to make sure you would take care of yourself.

Hitomi

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?” You snapped your head up to your girlfriend as you smiled at her,

“Just one more, Tomi, I promise I’ll finish this then I’ll rest,” you reasoned but she wasn’t having any of it.

“You said that half an hour ago, so no more excuses, you’re sleeping and that’s it” you couldn’t argue with her.

Though she was often cutesy and baby-ish around you she was also demanding sometimes when it comes to your health. She wants you to be healthy because it would hurt her heart too much if she saw you sick.

It was mostly because of your soft spot that you weren’t able to refuse her but she had a point.

“I’ll help you tomorrow with your work, just please get at least a few hours of rest, if you want I’ll come back so we could sleep together” she said earning a nod from you before she gave you a peck on the lips leaving the room to tidy up outside, but when she came back to the room you were already asleep.

A giggle pulling out of her before she joined you, wrapping her arms around your body and caressing your hair, happy that you finally got the sleep you needed.

Yuri

Everybody knows Yuri is a cuddler. Oftentimes it was her greatest strength or her weakness. It was powerful because at times she could use it to her advantage, getting what she wanted easily, and adding puppy eyes as well as a pout seemed to be in her favor.

But sometimes she was getting too sad not being able to cuddle you, so when she got back you were forced to be trapped in her arms until she decided it was enough to let you go.

Both were pretty much a disadvantage to you but you loved her anyway. But unfortunately this was one of the times where she used it to her advantage.

She’s seen you work, for 12 hours straight to be specific, and she had told you. Multiple times to get some rest but every time you would reply a ‘yes’ but still have yet to leave your place.

So she sighed and made a decision. Quietly she tiptoed to your place making sure you didn’t hear her until she suddenly jumped in between your legs.

Resting her back against your front. You complained and told her to move but she made up an excuse and told you to rest your head on her shoulder.

Unfortunately for you it was comfortable, too comfortable, where Yuri started to smile when she constantly heard you yawn.

Added to the fact that she started to play with your hair made you sleepier until half an hour in she felt you sigh against her neck.

With a victorious smile she stood up and prepared a makeshift bed laying you down before cuddling with you.

Though it was a disadvantage for you, it proved to be useful at times you didn’t think it would be.

Yujin

Yujin understood how tough it is to balance school while being an idol. Oftentimes she’s gotten lucky because she didn’t have much work.

But with you being a year higher it was a much more different case. She tried to help you, seeing that you were nearly crying at the number of work you had to do.

But there was only so much she could do being a year below.

She didn’t know but it meant so much to you, seeing how she tries to understand your papers while having her own work to do.

It warmed our heart endlessly, so when the night was high in the moon and you were already passed out, It made her giggle every time she saw your head bobbing in the corner of her eye, seeing you fight your sleepiness until sometime later it finally won and dragged you to dreamland.

While Yujin stayed awake trying to understand a particular lesson of yours, sometimes looking at your peaceful face in awe at how much you still kept going with this kind of life

Wonyoung

Like Yujin, Wonyoung found you to be the role model in her life. Seeing you work so hard in balancing two completely different things in your life made her want to do the same.

To her you were the perfect kind of person, though you told her it was the determination to graduate and prove the haters wrong that you did deserve to graduate and be an idol at the same time.

But that only made her look up to you even more. Of course she knew that you made mistakes too, so when she often sees you struggling she would try her best to help, because while she did look up to you as a student she was also your friend who cared about you a lot.

She was the person to remind you to not work that hard and remember to take breaks.

Though there were times where she listened she still knew that you are a very stubborn girl which was the one thing she hated about you.

You often used her words of being a role model as an excuse but she was quick to shut you down, claiming that sleeping late and not eating healthy is a bad example.

So when one day she saw you passed out against the dining table she sighed and went to wake you quietly before moving you to bed.

When you laid on the soft mattress your body relaxed, putting you to sleep instantly making her laugh and admire your sleeping face, a soft smile spreading through her face before she moved to the living room to clean up before joining you in your sleep.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 19 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Smiling at Liam's little giggles, you keep hiding your face behind a pillow before pulling it away. The silly play has Liam laughing for minutes now, lying on his belly, holding his head up. You and Keanu are on your bed, with the baby in between the two of you.

“Where's the baby?” You ask, pillow covering your face. “There he is!” Pushing it away, you let him see your face again, and another giggle warms your heart. Liam is always happier when you and Keanu are together.

He turns his head away, to Keanu, before laying his head down. “He's tired.”

“God, I am tired.” Whining a little, you turn to lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. “I didn't get any sleep tonight.”

“Why?”

“Thinking a lot.” You decide to tell him, and you're sure it's quite obvious what you've been thinking about.

“You need to rest, beautiful.” Reaching out his hand, Keanu touches your cheek, and you don't push him away anymore. Or flinch. Or feel uncomfortable. You're slowly growing closer again, and it's happening through the last few weeks.

“I know but now...” Pushing yourself up, you sigh. “Laura wants to go shopping so I must accompany her.” Despite having no trouble looking after Liam 24/7, Keanu is still working less than usual, always from home, making sure you have time for yourself. “Will you be alright with Liam?”

“Sure. Go and buy something nice for you.”

“I don't need anything, Ke.” Getting off the bed, you blow Liam a kiss when he turns to look at you. “I'm still using your credit card so I'll only buy stuff I need.” Your job is still secure, thanks to your very awkward relationship with Keanu Reeves, but your doctors still haven't allowed you to go back. The headaches still happen, and some migraines have you basically knocked down in bed all day, in the dark, hoping it'll pass soon. So for now, Keanu is paying for everything you need.

“I'm telling you to buy something. See it as a gift.”

You can't help but smile as you make your way to the bathroom. “I won't spend your money for no reason.”

“And that's why I enjoy going to the mall with you.” He complains, and you can feel the eye roll. You know what he means. Keanu always manages to convince you to buy anything he sees you admiring for too long.

“I'll buy ice cream, maybe. Or a burger. God, it's been so long since I ate fast food.” The diet is still being followed, but today you'll drop it for a few hours.

“Don't go too crazy.” He warns as you peek your head into the bedroom, toothbrush in hand. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle. Keanu won't let you do anything the doctors say would be bad. He's still quite overprotective, and you find it very cute... But there's no way you'll let him know that.

Half an hour later you're off, kissing Liam's cheek and waving at Keanu as you get inside the cab. Hanging out with Laura, when she's shopping specifically, takes hours. So you not only get the ice cream and the burger, but you also have dinner at a restaurant at the mall.

You get back home too late, after ten, so you shower and feed Liam before rocking him to sleep. He's already sleeping in his bedroom and the only bad part is that you have to walk all the way there when he wakes up during the night. But other than that, he's adapting pretty well. After making sure he's on deep sleep, you leave him, carrying the baby monitor with you downstairs where you watch some TV. Laura said something that had you thinking.

She and Keanu have developed a friendship thanks to you, and whenever he doesn't know what to do when you're involved, he calls Laura. And she said he called her someday last week, asking if he was moving too slow or too fast with you. You don't think it's fast at all, he pretty much fell into the same thing he did when you first got here. Allowing you to set the pace, never pushing it, always putting you first.

You find it sweet that he calls her for help, since Laura knows you very well, from before and after the accident. She always tells you though, when he calls and tries her best to put you both on the right path. The one that leads to what you had before. Being together, only this time it would be real.

Taking a deep breath, you can't take the cold anymore, so you turn the TV off and head upstairs, tiptoeing. Rubbing both your arms, you shiver as you walk through the hell. A sudden clicking noise startles you, and your eyes immediately move to Keanu's bedroom, finding him by the door. “Hey.”

“Is everything alright?” Always worried.

“Yes. I was watching TV.” Shyly, you make your way over him, standing before the man. You'll never get used to how tall he is, and you can never ignore how much you like being so smaller compared to him. “But it's really cold.” You manage to say, nervously giggling because you shouldn't think these things. Not anymore. And not until whatever this is, gets a name. “Look.” In a quick motion, meaning to annoy him a little, you sneak both your hands under his shirt, touching his abdomen. Keanu flinches a little, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

But then you realize what you just did, how you have your hands against his body. Blushing and looking down, you clear your throat. “Sorry.” You whisper, starting to take your hands off Keanu when he grabs both your wrists, forcing you to stop.

“Wait until your hands are warm.” His voice is so low you have to pay attention to bring sense to his words.

You really shouldn't... But you can feel the heat irradiating from his skin, and you're so damn close it feels like you're a magnet, being pulled towards him.

And so you move, stepping forward, hands sliding from his abdomen all the way to his back, your fingertips taking in the sensation of touching his skin again. Then you're hugging him, head on his chest as his strong arms hold you close, tightly against his body as if he's scared you could run away at any moment.

You should, but you won't. Being this close to Keanu is inebriating, like an addiction, and you've been self-restraining for far too long. You need his touch, his body. Him.

Eyes closed, you stand on your toes, moving so your face is close to his. When his lips brush on yours, it feels like fireworks start exploding on your stomach, and you know you won't be able to step back now. And when he softly starts pulling you inside, you have no choice but to follow him.

But when he moves away a little, to close the door, you snap, falling back to reality. “I can't, Ke... I can't.” You mutter, holding his arm as he comes to stand before you again. “I thought we were married back then, and we're not so... I just can't until...” Until what? Would Keanu make it real? A real marriage, give you his surname. So you'd be truly his, and he'd be yours?

“We don't have to.” He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. “Just stay here. Let me keep you warm.”

His voice has power over you, so you nod, letting him guide you to the bed, where you climb on after putting the baby monitor on the nightstand. But your eyes are searching for his lips in the dark, longing to at least look at them, as the memories of the many kisses come back, from the first, next to his new bike, to the very last, in Liam's birth.

“Ke...” You whisper, pleading.

“What?” He remains seated, as you sit on your legs, the darkness hiding your heated cheeks.

“Kiss me.” You beg, feeling some tears filling your eyes. You love Keanu, and it hurts to keep this distance. “Like before. Just... Just kiss me as if none of this mess ever happened. As if we belong to each other.”

Keanu doesn't wait for you to say anything else, he just moves, big hands delicately pulling your legs until they're laying over his. Then, his lips come crashing down on yours, and by the fast pace, the need and heat, you can tell he was suffering too, longing for this moment.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips a little more, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You forgot how amazing he tastes, and you know now that you won't be able to go through long periods without kissing him. It's like a matter of life and death. Like a bare necessity.

When you pull away to breathe, Keanu lies down and you do the same, facing each other. His arms don't let you go, keeping you as close as possible. “We do belong to each other.” He says, softly rubbing the small of your back. “At least I do, (Y/N), you have my whole heart, it's yours.”

“I love you, Ke. You know I do and everything I want is to leave the past behind. I forgive you.” Grabbing a fist full of the soft fabric of his shirt, you feel some tears rolling down. “I forgive you.”

“Be my wife, (Y/N).” He bursts out, and it makes you look into his eyes. “I love you, (Y/N). I want what we had to be real.”

“Yes.” You mutter, more tears rolling down. “I want to be your wife, Ke.” Kissing him again, you only stop when Liam's soft cries reach your ears.

“Someone's hungry,” Keanu says, already getting off the bed. “I'll bring him here.”

“Alright.” Moving into a seated position, you smile to yourself.

This isn't how you thought the night would end, but it's far better than anything you could've imagined.

It doesn't take long until Keanu is back, giving you Liam as you pull down your shirt and bra. You can't help but smile at how respectfully Keanu averts his eyes. Liam quickly starts sucking, eyes shutting close. “Ke, I... I will tell Liam about Daniel, but... You know you're his father, right?” You decide to say it because it's true. Daniel couldn't be here, and Keanu has been taking care of both you and Liam since the beginning. And you know he'll keep doing so. “I want you to be his father. I know he's not yours, but–”

“I love him as if he's my own.” He cuts you off, moving closer and caressing Liam's cheek. “And I'll take care of both of you, for the rest of my life.”

Smiling, you pull him close, kissing him once again.

For the first time since this mess began, you feel at ease. Truly happy. And Laura was right. It's far better to let things go and chose what makes your heart happy. And you're glad you had it in you to finally step and make this decision.

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santigarcia · 3 years

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Blue Book 📘

Human Touch Part Five

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

word count: 1.6k

rating: T for sexual references, one mention of daddy kink, drunk Nathan

summary: You tell Nathan you love him and his reaction isn’t what you expected.

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal and @sergeantkane as always!!

It’s rare for you to wake up in the mornings and Nathan be beside you. He’s almost always up early and working, picking up from where he left off the night before. He works hard, and you’re not entirely sure what he’s working on. Just lots of code and then he’ll disappear into his lab for hours at a time.

So, when you wake up next to him, you can’t help but smile. You curl into him, his body warm in the chilled room. He stirs from your movement and you whisper an apology. His eyes peel open and there’s a soft grin on his face.

“G’morning,” he says, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning,” you smile and lean up to kiss his cheek. He smiles into the kiss, but his eyes have closed again. He’s still very sleepy.

He’s so cute like this, so relaxed. It makes your heart hurt how much you love him.

And it slips out.

“I love you, Nathan,” you whisper. His once sleep heavy eyes open. You say it again with him looking at you, a little louder this time. But he heard you the first. He sits up and reaches for his glasses. He mumbles something and disappears into his computer room and closes the door behind him.

And it stings.

Every question now comes into your mind. Does he not love you back? Does he love you but just didn’t say it? Did you say it too fast? Was it the wrong time? Is he not interested in love? What if he breaks up with you?

You stay in bed for longer than you should letting these thoughts repeat over and over in your head.

What if he’s not capable of love?

You sit up and shake your head, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of your mind. You decide something to eat will help for a moment at least. But when you make your way to the kitchen and take a bite of something, your stomach lurches.

You go sit out in the living room with a glass of water. You curl up on the couch and you feel cold. It’s not cold in the room, but cold from memories. What if they mean nothing now?

You need something to distract yourself. There’s a book on the coffee table. It’s always there. The cover has fallen off from being read so many times. The actual title of the book is lost on you because it’s been blocked out by a black marker. The book is full of notes, you can tell it’s Nathan’s handwriting. Blue ink in tight capital letters are etched across the pages. You start reading but soon you just start to read Nathan’s notes.

It’s somehow a diary of his mind mixed with quotes he likes from whatever book this is.

Near the book in the middle, you see a note he’s written at the bottom. It says, “I love her, but I can’t tell her.” When did he write this? Is it about you? You’ve seen him write in this book before. Did he ever think you’d pick it up? It’s always on this table in plain sight.

You get the feeling you weren’t supposed to see this, and you put it down.

A shower, that’s a good idea. Clear your head. You’re doing your best to avoid Nathan. You’re too embarrassed and scared of what he might say.

You decide to shower in ‘your’ room. The room that has all your stuff in it, but you never sleep in. You shower, and then decide for a nap.

But you can’t sleep.

You reach for the remote and turn the TV on. Which is something you’ve never really done. The TV channels are all camera feeds throughout the house. And you gasp to find this discovery. You land on the channel of Nathan in his lab. He’s leaning against the counter and he’s drinking heavily. There are several empty bottles scattered around him.

You can’t help but feel guilty.

He downs the contents of one of the bottles, and he drops it on the table. You watch in horror as the glass shatters. He slams his hand down on the table, and you quickly see red. You won’t watch this anymore.

You weave your way through this maze of a house and bang on his lab door. Surprisingly, it opens, and you run inside. Nathan, in a drunken stupor, is holding onto his hand, not sure of what to do it seems.

“Come on,” you grab his arm and drag him away from the shards. You take him to a bathroom. You close the toilet lid and make him sit down. You reach for a first aid kit under the sink and start to clean off his hand.

“Ow! Damn it!” he yells when you run his hand under water from the sink.

“Nathan,” you scold him, “Let me do this.”

You know he’s still drunk because he starts to ramble. He’s spouting off poetry and slurring the lines.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.

So, fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.

You hold his gaze for a moment, and he sighs heavily. You know what’s on his lips. You can tell by the look on his face what he wants to say, but he can’t find the words.

“Nathan.”

He breaks. His voice falters and he nods, “I do, I love you.”

Your throat feels tight and tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but let out a small giggle, of course him telling you he loves you couldn’t be normal. He’s drunk off his ass sitting in the bathroom while you pull a glass shard out of his hand.

Luckily, it was only the one piece. And when his hand is wrapped and cleaned, you make him go to bed.

He’s out like a light and lightly snoring the second he hits the pillow. You kiss the top of his head and leave him to sleep. You return to the living room, feeling giddy with your new information. You grab the blue inked book again and find the page where he’d written that he loves you. You smooth your hand over the ink. Something about touching the words makes them sink in deeper, he’s written them on your heart.

You must have fallen asleep because you jolt awake when you hear his voice. He’s drinking one of his green health shakes and has a towel around his shoulders.

“Hi,” you greet him and sit up with a yawn. The book is still in your hands.

“Hey,” he chuckles softly and sits down opposite you. He takes a drink before setting down the glass on the coffee table. “I’m sorry about earlier. That you had to clean up my mess.”

“That’s what you do isn’t it? Help out the one you love?”

His eyes hold yours for a moment, his lip twitches. He reaches up to scratch his beard, and he rubs the top of his head.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him, suddenly worried now it was only a drunk confession and not one he meant to slip out. “That you love me back?”

“Of course, I meant it,” he leans forward and takes the book from your hands. He sees what page you’re on and he taps the words with his finger. “See?”

“When did you write this?”

“Don’t remember.” A lie.

“When did you write it? Nathan!” You laugh, you know his tells.

“Look, shit, I wrote it like two days after I met you. But I thought it was just a high from the fucking. But it wasn’t. You came into my mind and never left. You know, I’ve started a sticky note wall for you now.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, and you feel the tears back in your eyes.

“Can I read them?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles, ears tinged pink again. “I mean maybe, cuz my handwriting it shit.”

You share a laugh for a moment before it falls into a comfortable silence. You stand and curl into his lap and he sighs with content wrapping his arms around you.

“How’s your hand?”

“Stings a little, but it’s fine. It’s my head that’s fuckin’ killing me. I got so shitfaced. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I knew, or well I hoped. But I wanted to know.”

“Crazy as it sounds, I’ve never done this. Not like this.”

“The day drinking clued me in,” you smile. And he groans a little, touching his head.

“I used to drink all night to turn off my mind before you came here.”

“So, I’m your alcohol?” you tease and snuggle into him deeper.

“Bustin’ my balls tonight damn,” he kisses the top of your head. “You’re my source of calm.”

“What is this book anyway?” you ask flipping it over, still trying to find out what it is.

“Oh, it’s 1984.”

“And you’re Big Brother, right? Or maybe….Big Daddy?”

“Oh, fuck I like that,” he purrs. You can feel him writhe under you. He’s getting turned on.

“Wait, hold on,” you laugh, “can I eat first?”

“If I can eat your pussy under the table.”

“Works for me,” you smile and kiss his lips. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you,” he sighs, still tasting the words on his tongue. He decides it’s a good taste.

Before you get up to eat (and be eaten) you pick up the blue pen next to the book on the table. Nathan watches you write “I love you” next to his confession. You lightly blow on the ink, so it dries before you close the book. A new chapter of your lives has begun with three simple words.

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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You said you don't write NSFW but what about a fluff "morning after" scenario for kakashi and a female S/O. Like, they had their first time the night before and they're waking up in the next morning and it's just fluff and cuteness all over. If you don't write this type of stuff either you can just ignore the ask. Take all the time you need if you're going to write it 💜

Hey anon! I’m good with writing a morning after! god it’ll be so fluffy and cute ugh and he’s gonna be the best!! Hope you like it! :)))

• The Morning After •

[Kakashi x Reader]

Languor takes over all your senses, making you barely aware of your surroundings. You want to get up, but it feels like you’re not even in control of your own body.

You squeeze your eyes tight as you feel the harsh bright rays of the Sun hitting your sleep ridden, heavy eyelids. It must be well past when you usually wake up. You’re so sleepy, but you need to get up. This is your off day in a long time and you’ve got a lot to do. A list of all the things you need to get done once you’re up runs through your subconscious mind, perturbing you.

This fucking sunlight though, Jesus.

You force your eyes open just a slit. A blurry image of a room that’s not your own comes into view. Ugh I can’t even process anything.

You turn your gaze to your immediate vicinity and see an extended arm sticking out from under your head.

Oh.

Kakashi…

Images flood into your mind at the speed of light.

You and Kakashi watching TV…Kakashi carrying you from the couch to his bed… the two of you entangled in each other’s arms, kissing like it was for survival…him lifting your t-shirt slowly over your head…His mouth exploring your every curve and crevice…your sweaty bodies in rhythmic synchronization…both of your moans reverberating through the room…holding each other tight…falling asleep in his arms…

You feel the loud thud of your heart hammering in your chest as a montage of last night’s events plays through your mind. You’re fully awake and in your senses now. Your heart is racing as you recollect everything that happened just a few hours ago. Did that really happen?

Just the recollection sends a warm rush to your cheeks, followed closely by a feeling of overwhelming happiness in your heart. Yes, it did.

And with none other than Kakashi, the man you’re deeply in love with. The man you know loves you so much he’d die for you in a heartbeat. The man you know is the one.

You smile in contentment.

You take Kakashi’s hand sticking out from under your head and place a soft kiss on his palm, before intertwining your fingers with his. Judging by how motionless his hand feels, he must still be sound asleep. The thought of his beautiful face in tranquility, with his mussed hair sprawled all over it makes you smile to yourself. You slowly turn to your other side to face Kakashi, careful not to disturb him; anticipating a replicated sight of the image inside your head.

Facing him now, you rest your gaze upon him, only to catch him wide awake, staring at you with eyes so full of love and warmth, a subtle smile on his lips. His smile broadens as soon as your eyes meet.

He looks angelic lying there beside you, his ashen hair shining silver in the sunlight. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“Good morning”, you whisper, snuggling closer to Kakashi’s chest. “How long have you been up?”

He pulls you in further and kisses the top of your head. “A while. Did you sleep okay?”

“The best I’ve slept in ages” you answer truthfully.

“Me too” Kakashi says, firming up his grip around you, his tone husky from the sleep.

The Sun outside is starting to shine brighter now, making you just a tad clammy under all the covers. You bury your face in Kakashi’s chest, trying to block out the light.

He notices, indubitably. Nothing that causes you discomfort ever escapes the copy ninja’s observant eyes. He moves nearer, providing more of his chest as a shield to you.

“I’m sorry about that. I was going to get up and pull the curtains but...” his voice drops low “but you were sleeping on my arm...and I didn’t want to move away” he finishes in a murmur, as if he’s almost embarrassed to admit it.

You raise your head to look at him and start chuckling.

What did I ever to do deserve this guy?

You get an irresistible urge to just reach over and smother him with kisses.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” you say, laughing. He flusters up, just as he always does whenever you compliment him.

“You might have mentioned it a few times” Kakashi says, trying to sound cocky but being deceived by the giddiness in his eyes.

“But still not enough” you say, pulling his face in towards you.

Holding his face in both your hands, you plant a kiss on his forehead, and then bridge of his nose, tracing your lips all over his face. His cheeks, his eyelids, the scar on his eye, his mole, and all across, before pressing your lips on his mouth. He immediately parts his lip, greeting your tongue into his mouth with his own. He requites, taking your face in his hands and pulling you to him as your tongues meet in fervent swirls.

You keep going till you’re completely breathless. You pull your lips apart slowly, panting and unwilling to stop, your lips like opposite ends of a magnet; but needing to catch your breath.

“Well that certainly makes up for missing out on our morning work out today” you remark with smile, your voice teasing.

Kakashi laughs. “More than makes up.”

You fall back down on the bed again, lying side by side on your backs in shared silence, taking in the warmth of each other’s presence.

“Y/n”, Kakashi’s voice breaks the silence after a while. You turn your face to see him looking at you, a solemnness in his eyes, almost as if he’s scared.

“You’re okay, right? I didn’t…hurt you or anything? Please don’t be afraid to tell me whatever you feel. I love you...I hope you know that, even though I may not say it that often. And I really hope that last night was just as great for you as it was for me.” He finishes, his tone genuine but tense.

The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heartstrings. No one has ever cared for you so much before. But then, no one before was Kakashi. You’ve been with guys before, but none of them ever made you feel the way Kakashi did. And you didn’t care much for how they made you feel either, they’d meant nothing to you. But Kakashi… he was perfect in every way. He was so considerate and patient with you, making sure you were okay and having a good time every step of the way. He had never even rushed you to do anything despite the two of you being together for almost 6 months now. He had never so much as hinted at anything.

You reach out and put your hand across his cheek, stroking it lightly.

“Kakashi… last night was the most beautiful night of my life. You were great. And I’m FINE. Better than fine. I’m really happy, and I’m glad last night happened. And i do know how much you love me. I love you too.” you say smiling as you stroke out the frown lines on his face.

Kakashi’s eyes soften, relief flowing over his face, smoothing out his features. A strange stiffness that you had noticed in him all this while vanishes and Kakashi looks like himself again. Even better, he looks happy. He beams at you, leaning over and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Well, how about some breakfast? I’ll make you your favorite.” Kakashi asks, sitting up on the bed now.

“Oh no, that’s fine, you don’t have to. I actually better get going. I have a lot to do today” you say, sighing, sitting up yourself.

“No, you don’t” Kakashi says, flatly.

You look at him, befuddled. “What do you mean? Yes, I do. I have to get my laundry, do some grocery shopping, organise my kitchen cabinets, clean my—”

“It’s all taken care of.” Kakashi answers, in the same flat voice.

“Huh?” you look at him, your face scrunched up, completely confused.

Kakashi laughs at the look on your face and takes your hands in his.

“Well, Y/n…I really wanted to spend the day with you. We hardly ever get off days or get to spend much time together. I wanted to spend time with you today so I got some clones and my ninken to care of all that for you”

You look at him, open mouthed, completely speechless.

“what did you- how did you even know what all I needed to do?”

“just saw the to-do list on your refrigerator last time I was at your place” he shrugs.

You gape at him, trying to process.

“Wait a minute, you really got Pakkun to agree to do my CHORES?”

“Well...” he pauses for a while… “eventually.” “you know I can sweet talk anyone into anything” Kakashi finishes, with a sly grin and a wink.

You laugh, staring at Kakashi in awe, completely caught off guard by all of this.

As the initial shock and confusion of the situation subsides , a sense of relief floods through you. You feel a little guilty for feeling this way but the realization that you now have no chores to do for the entire day and are free to spend a whole day with your boyfriend makes you way too happy to mull over that right now. Both your heart and your mind feel free of any worries. It’s just you and him now.

You crawl closer to Kakashi, climbing over his extended legs and positioning yourself on his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, as his back rests against the headboard.

A mischief filled smile plays across your lips as you look deep into the eyes of the copy ninja.

“Well then...how about I sweet talk you into joining me for a shower right now, to properly express my gratitude... and then we can make breakfast and spend the rest of the day together?”

Kakashi pulls you in with a jerk, gripping your hips in his hands and returning your smile.

“no sweet talking necessary for that.”

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chaeya · 4 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚. 💌 (𝐦)

💌 pairing: weeb!lee felix x fem!reader

💌 synopsis: you and felix have been neighbours for as long as you could remember, but at some point he stopped letting you come over to spend time with him. you see your chance when his mother asks you to check in on a sick felix while she’s on a business trip out of town.

💌 warnings: bold!reader, mentions of hentai and tentacle porn, mentioned pillow humping, sub leaning!felix, oral (m receiving)

💌 note: (n.) dakimakura - japanese body pillow

you're in your room, working on an assignment when you hear three gentle knocks on your door. the door swings open before you have the time to react, and you're surprised to see your mom accompanied by felix‘ mom standing in your doorway. startled and a bit confused you sit up properly, “oh, uhm, hello, mrs. lee.” she smiles warmly at your stuttered greeting, “hello, y/n. it’s been a while, how are you?”

you're left engaging in some casual small talk with felix’ mom, and you're not too sure why she's even in your room in the first place. “actually y/n, i have a favor to ask,” she says as if on cue, eyeing your reaction before she continues, “you see, felix is sick. nothing hazardous, but still bad enough to worry me. i wanted to ask you if you could maybe check up on him while i’m gone? i have to leave for a business trip, and i don't really trust him actually to take care of himself. you won't have to do much, just stop by every few hours to make sure he takes his medicine and actually rests.”

that's how you ended up here, standing in front of the lee family’s apartment, the key felix’ mom gave you clutched in your hand. you huff out a breath and unlock the door, mentally preparing yourself for an incredibly awkward encounter. it'll be fine; you'll pop in, tell him to take care of himself and leave - easy enough, right?

the apartment is quiet when you enter it, and you quietly slip your shoes off in case felix is asleep. looking around the apartment, you find yourself smiling at the familiar smell and decor; it’s almost exactly like you remember. your attention is ripped from the pictures on the wall when you hear something coming from felix’ room. he's probably watching tv or something, but hey, at least he's awake, right? you decide to just get it over with and walk towards his room. the closer you get to his door, the louder the sounds get until you realize that he wasn't watching some random show, but that he was watching porn. it sounded a hell lot like porn, at least.

you decide to act before you could question what you should do, knocking on his door a few times before you opened the door. now, you don't really know what you were expecting. maybe felix jacking off, maybe felix watching something that sounded a lot like porn that wasn't actually porn. you didn't expect to see a girl getting absolutely obliterated by some tentacle-looking things playing on felix’ tv, a large body pillow with some girl printed on it clutched between his legs while felix was desperately humping it.

he stares at you, eyes blown wide both due to arousal and shock, the only sounds that rang through the room were the obnoxiously high-pitched moans and slimy sound effects coming from his tv. felix nearly trips over himself to turn off the tv, but he knows it’s already too late. you're the first one to speak up, “so you're not sick?” he blinks up at you, cheeks burning red while he tries his best to hide the hardon in his boxers.

“o-oh, uhm, yeah...i-i wasn't, uh, feeling to-too well these past few days, so-, uh..” felix inwardly cringes at the way his voice wavers. you just nod and let your eyes drift around the room, taking in the shelf filled to the brim with figurines, the posters that adorned his walls, the mangas that were stacked on his desk. “uhm, y/n, wh-why are you here..?” he asks with a shaky voice. his heart was still beating like crazy, and his face was still burning up. you enter his room completely and plop down on his bed next to him, making felix feel like he was about to explode any second. he doesn't know what it is, but he could very clearly feel his cock throb in his pants when you sat down next to him - it makes him feel filthy, but he can’t help the excitement that rushes towards his dick when he sees you sitting there on his bed, looking so pretty. oh, how bad he wishes to-

“your mom asked me to check in to make sure you take your medicine and rest.” you were so calm and collected, it made felix feel even more like an idiot. you probably thought of him as a weird pervert now, though he knows it’s probably not even that far off. you look at him, and you can't help the small smirk on your face when you hear his breath hitching once your eyes meet. you observe him for a second, felix feeling impossibly hotter by the second. “so, you're into that tentacle stuff, hm?” his mouth opens, and you can practically see him start to sweat, the panic in his eyes making something in you burn up. taking his state in made you realize how cute he looks, with his messy hair, blushed cheeks and pillow desperately pressed to his crotch to conceal his raging hard-on.

“i, uh, i-i was just,” he begins to stammer, hoping you'll let him off easy; that you'll just forget what just happened. you look at him expectantly though, and felix feels like he has to answer - like he’ll get punished if he doesn't. “i was jus-just curious..” the look you give him makes his insides tingle, the hum you let out going straight to his painfully hard cock.

“you were just curious, but you liked it so much that you had to hump that body pillow of yours, right lixie?” the tone of your voice made a shiver run down his spine. his breath catches in his throat when you suddenly move towards him on his bed, his eyes watching you curiously. you push away his hands that were pressing the pillow against his crotch, and felix swears he felt a surge of electricity run through his veins when your hands touched his. he lets you remove the pillow, his mind clouded by a mixture of embarrassment, arousal and excitement.

you just look at the tent in his boxers, how desperate the erection looked. looking up at him you rest your hand on his thigh, moving it closer to his cock. “may i?” your voice was soft, and felix had to refrain from letting out a whine at the gentle tone. he nods desperately, and you can feel his breathing already picking up. leaning up you press a small peck to the corner of his lips, adoration and lust swirling in felix’ eyes. “lay back lix, let me make you feel good,” the way he immediately springs to action to do what you ask of him makes your insides tingle, and you make a mental note to let felix repay the favor sometime.

felix is laying on his bed with you kneeling between his spread legs, his erection painfully obvious. you start to palm him over the fabric of his boxers and felix can’t help the small whine that falls from his lips. pulling his boxers down you're met with felix hard cock, and suddenly the only thing you can think about is sucking him off, having him cum down your throat while he's letting out the prettiest little moans and whimpers.

deciding to start off slowly you wrap your hand around his dick, letting one of your fingers gently circle his tip. felix’ face is flushed, and you can't help but lean over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. he is immediately kissing you back, a small, breathy moan hitting your lips when your hand starts to pick up its pace. breaking the kiss you're met with a slight whine, felix’ brows furrowed and his lips following you. you smile a bit and place another small peck on his lips before you're back to kneeling between his legs.

you didn't want to wait any longer, so you're scooting back a bit and lean down, making sure to hold eye contact with felix the whole time. he's watching the way your tongue pokes out with big eyes, and he can’t help the moan he lets out when you start swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, the way he's squirming makes your panties stick to your pussy. taking the head into your mouth you suck on it, your tongue lightly grazing his slit. it makes felix feel hot, it's like his whole body is on fire. the whimper he lets out when you take more of him into your mouth is pure filth, and it even makes you let out a small moan around him.

you can tell felix is close by the way he's squirming, by the way his legs are bouncing on the bed and his tight grip on the bedsheets. it's clear that the whole situation made the poor boy even more aroused than he was before, and all you want is for him to reach his high. letting his cock slide out of your mouth you lean up to him again, pressing another kiss to his lips while your hand is moving around his cock quickly. he looks at you with teary eyes, his voice shaky, “‘m gon-gonna cum, oh god, i-“ you smile sweetly at him, shushing him gently. “it’s fine lix, go ahead. cum for me,” you murmur against his neck while pressing a few kisses along his jaw and felix is nodding, pants and small whines being the only thing leaving his lips.

pressing a final kiss to his cheek you lean down again, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock to swallow his cum. “y/n, th-thank you, o-yes, oh my god, ye-“ his voice is high-pitched, and before you know it you feel the warm ropes of his cum covering your tongue. you swallow it all, letting your tongue run over his slit a few times to make sure to catch every single drop.

pulling your mouth off of his cock you sit up again, the visual of felix laying there, sweaty and panting with that cute blush still on his cheeks made you want to suck him off again immediately. his eyes were closed as he was trying to catch his breath, tiredness slowly taking over his mind. the way you sit there, looking at him when he opens his eyes makes butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he wants to repay the favor, wants to make you feel just as euphoric as you did him - but he can barely keep his eyes open.

“do you need your body pillow to sleep, lix?” your voice was teasing, and if he had any sanity left he might've grown shy and spluttered out an excuse, but right now all he did was shake his head, his hand reaching out for you. “its a dakimakura,” he murmurs while tightly gripping your hands. you chuckle a bit, lacing your fingers together, “whatever you say, weeb.”

#stray kids #stray kids smut #lee felix #felix #felix smut #lee felix smut #felix skz #skz #skz smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids oneshot #felix scenarios #felix oneshot #felix drabbles

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arachniss · 4 years

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Horrormovie Night

Fluff, fluff, more fluff and some sweet talking towards baby Tamaki uwu

Prompt; Watching horror movies together

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Tamaki did not like Halloween season, not much when he had to see such scary things at the markets.

Like right now, Halloween themed music played loudly from speakers as he walked around.

He didn't dislike everything about the Holiday, just the scary things like the masks and the haunted houses.

And everyone filling the small building with loud noises, mostly little kids who would scream and laugh as they begged their parents for candy and costumes.

He really didn't want to be there.

Seriously, he considered leaving six times already. Just abandoning the candy bags in his arms and giving up his search.

But he was hoping to spend the night with you, eating overpriced candy and watching horror movies, one of which you had said he could choose.

He went for the only horror movie he's ever seen that has never scared him, especially since it had to do with sea life and it looked so fake.

Turning a corner, he jumped when he heard a screech behind him, ears slightly drooping as he found the round container full of movies and almost cried when he saw what he was searching for all the way on the top.

As if calling for him.

Or mocking him, he wasn't sure.

Quick to pay, he noticed your favorite chocolate bar in full size and asked for it, taking his things and practically sprinting out of the grocery store.

—

“Oh! Tamaki, just in time! I made some popcorn so we can eat that, too!” He immediately smiled at the sight of you when you opened the door to your room, eyes showing your excitement and wide smile on your face.

You were wearing pajamas, a simple t-shirt of his that was big on you and a pair of shorts that went a bit above your knee.

Quickly, you let him in and shut the door behind him.

“What movie did you get?” You asked, sitting down on your bed and turning on your laptop, his eyes averting immediately as he answered from his spot in front of the door.

“..Jaws.”

“Ooo! Perfect, haven’t watched it in a while!”

He seemed to relax at your acceptance, placing the paper bag in his arms on your bed and sitting down next to you without being too close.

You haven’t been dating for long, a few months now, and the boy had no idea exactly how comfortable you were with him.

Once comfortable, he handed you the movie and you placed it in your laptop’s slot.

The movie immediately started, a quiet excited giggle leaving you as you snuggled up into his right side and pulled open the candy bag, the sweets spilling all over your sheets.

The movie began, the shark coming on screen and you almost immediately began stuffing your face with candy.

—

You booed, rolling your eyes at the horrible ending and flopping backwards onto your fluffy pillow with a pout on your face.

Tamaki had to admit that you looked adorable with that look on your face, hesitantly opening his mouth to speak, “That was kinda.. Bad..”

You laughed at how he said it, hesitant and as if to avoid sounding as if he thought it was boring, a hand running through your hair as you laid there.

“It was really bad! The shark looks so fake!”

He smiled a bit, looking down at your intertwined fingers and gently squeezing your hand. You had grabbed his hand in the middle of the movie, simply holding it as the movie progressed.

“Next movie!” You exclaim, going onto Netflix and straight to the horror movie section, “You okay with Child’s Play? I’ve heard it’s as fake as Jaws.”

“Um.. Okay.” He whispered, curling up against you so he was more comfortable, his slanted eyes focused on the cute smile you give him.

“If I get scared, I’ll hold onto you, okay?” You commented, your body warm against him as he flushed, eyes widening slightly.

He didn’t think you’d do it but the thought of a person depending on him, an anxious and flustered mess, made him feel a bit better.

The movie started, Charles Lee Ray running through the streets showing up and you once again began to stuff your face with food, popcorn this time.

—

He was wrong. There were a few moments where you did jump and clung to him, his eyes widening at the fact that you trusted him enough to hide your face into his side.

Maybe he was being overdramatic, anyone else would have simply shrugged and kept watching the movie, but he couldn’t help himself.

It was amazing, the feeling of you hiding from something behind him, even if it’s just a simple movie.

The movie was almost over, Andy shutting the door in his home to hide from the killer doll before running to his mom’s room had you sitting up.

You weren’t as jumpy anymore, having been freaked out in the beginning.

He wasn’t going to lie, the damn doll was creepy and he was trembling a bit as the anxiety started creeping up on him.

Your room was dark, it was a bit late now and none of your classmates seemed to be awake by how quiet the halls were.

You sighed as the movie ended, grumbling that it looked fake and that they added an uncalled for amount of blood, falling backwards onto your pillow with Tamaki´s arm still in your grip.

The position was uncomfortable for him, his arm at an odd angle against your chest.

He felt as if he’d upset you, though, if he mentioned it.

A grunt left your sprawled form, your grip on his arm loosening as you went to turn on your side, your head resting against his shoulder.

“You could’ve told me it was uncomfortable for you, bunny. I would’ve gotten into this position instead.”

“Sorry..”

The smile on your face worked at relaxing his tense body immediately, your words encouragement for him to interlock fingers with you.

“No need to apologize.”

He began searching for something else to watch, hopefully faker than the previous one in hopes of being able to be more comfortable in the dark room.

“How’s Goosebumps sound, bunny?” He mumbles, faintly feeling you nod against his arm, “Okay,”

Another two hours went by, your boyfriend popping the occasional chocolate or cookie in his mouth as he watched The Haunted Mask play, the episode coming to a cliffhanger.

Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder, still, your focus on the tv.

He had thought you were falling asleep until he heard your voice, his body jolting at the words.

“Can you stay the night? That movie kinda made me feel a bit paranoid now..”

The teachers would scold the both of you if he were to stay, but he didn’t really acknowledge it much.

Instead, he turned so he was on his side and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your face into the crook of his neck, instead.

Red faced, he gently pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, immediately shoving his face into your hair.

You pouted, reaching up to play with his hair as he hid his cute face from you.

“Tamaki! You can’t just do that and expect me to let it go!”

“Good night..”

“Eh!? Good night!?”

He didn’t answer, the pout still on your face as you struggled to move your head away from his.

It took a few tries but he let you grab his face eventually, his lips trembling and face still bright red.

“You’re amazing and adorable.” You state, noticing immediately how his eyes widened at your praise, “And I love you, Tamaki. And your adorable shyness.”

A quick kiss had his heart hammering against his rib cage, your words making him start to tear up.

The last thing he wanted was for you to see him crying because of three words, his eyes gawking at you because you looked so serious.

You loved him.

Anxious Tamaki Amajiki.

Face-the-wall-when-faced-with-negative-emotions Tamaki Amajiki.

Blushing mess and tearing up when told he’s loved Tamaki Amajiki.

He was shaking uncontrollably as he stared at you, hearts in his eyes as he struggled to respond.

“Tamababy, you don’t have to say it back.”

His brows furrowed, voice coming out quiet.

“I-I love you, t-too, (Y-N).”

#amajiki x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #suneater #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki bnha #mha tamaki #amajiki bnha

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not-safeforsanders · 4 years

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Thunderstorm

Prompt: 26. “Make my muse whimper”

Ship: Analogical

Plot: Virgil discovers Logan is incredibly sensitive, but missing physical touch for a few months will do that to a person.

(A/N: I really love my touch-starved Logan content huh? Am I projecting? Yes. Do I care? No. Do I really need a hug? Absolutely)

Word Count: 2894

It’s one of those nights. Or mornings, rather, considering they've passed midnight into the very early hours of a half-asleep world. The rain is drizzling in the mid-autumn weather and the quiet is only breached by the sounds of young men, some students, some doing everything they can to avoid education, and some wondering how they got to this place in their life; they shout and talk loudly, most drunk, tripping over each other’s feet and shoving each other playfully.

At the back of this group, is Virgil and Logan, watching with amused expressions as their friends goof around in the middle of the road. Neither of them speak, they just shake their heads with fond smiles and walk behind the rowdy group. “Hey Logan! V!” The two twins at the front turn on their heels to face the men at the back. “We’ll see you next week, yeah?”

“Sure,” Virgil smiles, wondering when his friends had gotten so loud, or tall. Seems like just yesterday they were all kids, with so very few worries. Although right now they don’t seem to have any worries at all.

When they reach the crossroads, Virgil and Logan say goodbye to their group of friends and they all stray in different directions. The alcohol is starting to wear off in the cool air and the drizzle of rain, and Logan looks a little tired too. “Enough social interaction for the week?” Virgil asks, pushing his purple hair out of his eyes.

“I’m sure they get louder by the week,” Logan replies, sliding his glasses off of his face and putting them in the pocket, the droplets of rain irritating him. “Or they were always that loud and I was used to not listening to them.”

“I wish I could not listen sometimes, I have a migraine just from Roman and Remus bickering.” The two laugh, as the rain starts to come down a little heavier. “Looks like there’s going to be a storm tonight.” He hums quietly, the rain catching on his eyeliner, he likes thunderstorms; he likes the flash of lightning, the rumble of thunder, the way the rain bounces off the pavement. Logan does not look quite as happy with that development.

The two of them file into their apartment block, peeling off their coats as they wait for the elevator. “You look like a drowned rat,” Virgil comments, Logan’s black curls are sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face, his shakes his hair like a dog, scrunching his nose in distaste and shivers as his shirt sticks to his skin.

“Your eyeliner is running.” The other man replies simply, raising his eyebrow. His flatmate sticks his tongue out in retaliation, and they both wander into the elevator as it pings it’s arrival.

The ride up is silent, both of them a little tired, they walk through familiar hallways before opening their flat door, and it’s then the first rumble of thunder is heard. Logan inhales sharply, his knuckles turning white as he grips his coat so hard. His friend looks up at him, worried.

“Are you going to be alright Logan?” He gets a nod in response, but the lack of speech tells Virgil everything he needs to hear. “Let’s get changed, have a cup of tea, we can watch a film together yeah, until you can fall asleep.” He squeezes Logan’s arm and he doesn’t miss the way the other man startles a little at the touch, but he brushes it off, figuring Logan will talk about the things he wants too.

They both get changed in their own rooms, and Virgil boils the kettle while towel drying his long hair, it knots and tangles but he can only half care. That’s a problem for tomorrow’s version of Virgil, tonight he just cares about it not being wet. Logan emerges a little while later, wearing shorts and a long-sleeved, baggy baseball shirt; he looks tired, his eyes exhausted as he yawns. The other man smiles at him comfortingly, as another rumble of thunder startles his eyes wide. Logan’s always been scared of thunder, or at least since Virgil has known him, something about sudden loud noises just terrifies Logan.

But that’s okay, they’re all scared of something somewhere along the lines.

He places two hot cups of tea and honey down on the coffee table. “I brought my blanket in so we can stay warm.” The two sit down next to each other, Logan’s knees brought to his chest as he stares at the Netflix home screen, waiting for the browse menu to open. “I was thinking we could watch like an anime or something, something relaxing anyway…” The other man nods in reply, his arms folded on his knees with the blanket pulled over them; he looks cute, soft. But he also looks a little scared and it makes Virgil’s heart feel all wrong, he doesn’t want his best friend to feel scared ever.

He puts on a cute little film that seems to be about cats and people...or people turning into cats? It looks cute whatever it is. His feet brush against Logan’s and the other man tenses a little, before exhaling and leaning into the touch. “Would you like to cuddle?” Virgil asks, noticing that Logan still looked cold. There’s hesitance, before Logan shuffles closer and leans his head on Virgil’s shoulder, his body curled up beside him.

Virgil feels his heart physically melt in his chest. It’d been so long since they’d cuddled, and if he’s honest he’d thought perhaps Logan had just outgrown the want or need for cuddles and hugs and the like. He wraps his arm around his shoulders and he hears the dark-haired man make a small noise, but he can’t tell if it’s of discomfort or not until he nuzzles his head against Virgil’s shoulder and sinks into the touch, relaxing. “Logan when was the last time you had a hug?” A shrug. “A month? Two?” he furrowed his eyebrows. Now that he thinks about it, he’s never seen Logan bring somebody home but that doesn’t mean he hasn't, it just means Virgil hadn’t been there.

“You were the last person to hug me,” Logan mutters, finally.

He tries to run the past few months of their life in his own memory. But that was… “Logan that was nearly a year ago!”

“Yes.” He says it simply. Like it doesn’t matter. But the hard gaze in his eyes shows that it does, scrutinising the TV far more than needed. Thunder rumbles outside and then there’s a flash of lightning, Logan’s eyes screw shut. “I didn’t know how to ask.”

“You just ask, Lo, it’s not...I’m not ever going to say no,” Logan’s eyes open again and he looks up at him, his nose brushing against Virgil’s cheek, he pulls back a little, the closeness unsettling him. “Logan you’re a human person you can get touch starved without stuff like hugs.” he sighs and shakes his head “have you just been...completely alone?”

“I didn’t think I needed it,” he looks upset, like he’s in trouble or has done something wrong. “Then I just didn’t know how to ask, I knew that I was touch starved, I felt cold all the time even when it was warm but I just...I didn’t know how to ask.”

“Just say ‘hey Virgil, can I have a hug?’”

“Can I have a hug?” Logan asks. Virgil shuffles around to face Logan on the couch, the blankets fall away a little bit. He pats his lap, Logan blinks before he shuffles forward,sitting between Virgil’s legs, his own on either side of Virgil’s waist. The purple-haired man wraps his arms around Logan’s waist before lifting him up into his lap, Logan squeaks a little, his arms wrapping around his friend’s neck as he buries his face into his neck. They pull the blankets back around them as best they can, and Logan shivers as he sinks into the touch again, his whole body suddenly feeling like it’s burning. Thunder cracks outside and he jumps a little, his hands gripping the back of the other man’s shirt with a deep breath in.

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to need things Logan, you’re allowed to be scared, you’re allowed to be lonely, it’s okay, it’s human.” Virgil presses a gentle kiss to the side of his head and Logan whimpers softly, overwhelmed.

He’s shaking but he doesn’t really realise it at first, until Virgil starts rubbing his back and the feeling makes his stomach erupt with butterflies. “Thank you,” he mutters, leaning back a little to look at Virgil. “Thank you for understanding, for never making fun of me.”

“I have no room to make fun of you Lo, one of us is a mess and it isn’t you.”

“It feels like me right now,” he sighs, his fingertips drifting against the back of Virgil’s neck, the feeling of skin underneath his own something he’s not felt in so long.

“Yeah well, you get at least three nights a year to have a breakdown, at least.” They both smile at each other then, eyes studying each other’s expressions. The smile stops being amused and becomes more fond, a hand slides from Logan’s back to brush a still-damp curl out of his glasses so he can see a little better. Virgil does not miss the blush on the other’s cheeks.

He leans up to kiss his cheek, that was the plan, but Logan tilts his head and catches his lips in his own chastely. “Sorry,” he blurts out immediately. Virgil leans up to kiss him again, just as gently, just as quickly.

“So if it’s been nearly a year since you last had a hug, Logan, when was the last time you were kissed?” Logan flushes red.

“Two years.”

“How are you still breathing?” Virgil muttered “I’d have lost my mind by now.” Logan shrugs with a sheepish smile. “What about...everything else?” It takes the other man a moment to register the question, squirming a little in the other’s lap as he looks away from the gaze. “Lo?” he’s teasing him, he can see the grin, Logan huffs a little.

“Three,”

“Three years?”

“Yes.” Virgil blinks up at him, seemingly astounded as he shakes his head.

“I would’ve actually died, I feel like if I don’t have sex at least once every two weeks I cease to exist,” he laughs softly, but there’s no mockery in the tone, so Logan relaxes a little, finally meeting his eyes. “There again I am a bit of a slut.”

“You’re not a slut, there’s no such thing.” Logan mutters defensively “I just don’t really see the point in having sex if it’s not with someone I actually like,” he looks a little tired as he speaks, Virgil’s hand comes up to rub his back again, watching the other man’s eyes close at the touch, his body relaxing every single time that he’s touched. The thunder rumbles again, Logan’s jaw clenches, but it sounds like it’s getting further away now thank the heavens. “That’s alright Lo, I’m just teasing you,” Logan sighs a little, nodding.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks. “I liked that,” Virgil nods and tilts his head up towards the other man, who leans down to kiss him, this time their lips part after a second, moving slowly. It’s been so long since Logan had kissed someone, but it’s all so instinctual that he barely thinks about it. His body feels warm though, even though the covers are slipping away again, he can feel virgil’s body underneath his own and it feels like...home. Like comfort. Like the thunderstorm doesn’t matter, or the film playing in the background, just Virgil’s hands now resting on his hips, or their lips.

All that anxiety eases away, he doesn’t hear the next rumble of thunder in the distance, he’s too wrapped up in the brush of the other man’s tongue against his own and the way it makes him shiver. Virgil’s hand rests on his thigh just for a second and it elicits a quiet gasp between their lips; Logan catches the other’s smile in the kiss at his response even though it makes his cheeks feel hot with some mild form of embarrassment. He’s just missed his body being touched, that’s all, he supposes it’s normal to feel sensitive when you’re touch starved.

Virgil’s hand slips up the back of his shirt, tracing up his spine with his fingertips, Logan can’t stop the quiet moan that pushes out of him, followed by Virgil biting lightly at his bottom lip.

They both pull away, catching their breath. Logan looks...like a hot mess. His breathing deep as his dark eyes stare, blinking rapidly, down at Virgil. His skin’s all flushed, but the other man can’t tell if it’s from the kissing or the fact his hands retreat from around the other’s neck to tug his shirt down over his thighs a little, suddenly avoiding his gaze. The smaller man chuckles a little, his hands finding Logan’s. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he muttered. “It’s normal Lo,” He leans up to kiss him again, one hand wrapping around the other’s waist and tugging him closer. “The real question is do you want me to do anything about it?” he whispers against his lips. Logan makes a small noise of surprise, before nodding mutely, seemingly stolen of his voice.

Virgil’s hand, that is not supporting Logan temporarily, falls to his thigh, tracing the line where the shorts (which have now ridden up quite a bit) stop, he slides his fingers up into them a little, tracing the skin of the inside thigh there, capturing the little unrestrained whimpers this gives in their kiss. He drags his nails down lightly, Logan’s hips jerk a little, squirming in his lap.

He’s something very pretty that’s for sure, Virgil almost feels privileged for getting to see the other like this.

Virgil’s hand presses against Logan’s hard cock, it’s achingly hard despite having not been touched yet at all, he’s not sure how long the other is going to last. He breaks the kiss a little to look down, his hands sliding Logan’s shorts out of the way, and he wraps one hand around his cock, pumping slowly, before their lips rejoin again. He almost doesn’t want to kiss him though, because just before he does, Logan lets out a high-pitched, soft moan, that almost sounds a little like a whine.

He strokes Logan and nips at his bottom lip, focusing entirely on the other’s pleasure as his free hand trails up the other man’s shirt and brushes against his nipples. He breaks the kiss again to slide up Logan’s shirt and seal his lips around one his nipples, sucking at it. The other man’s hands run through Virgil’s hair, tugging just a little but it doesn’t seem intentional, just a little like the other man has no control at all at the moment.

But without their lips being busied with each other’s, Logan pants and gasps and moans as much as he’d like and every single noise makes Virgil feel accomplished and, strangely, even more endeared by the other man. He’d thought maybe Logan would be more reserved in these situations, quieter, as shy as he is in general life. But no, he’s very vocal and it’s wonderful.

He looks up through his eyelashes and the purple strands of hair falling into his eyes up at Logan’s face, the other has his head tilted back a little, his eyes screwing shut as his hips shift into Virgil’s grip. He pulls away a little, because he wants to watch the other’s face, his hand replacing where his mouth was.

The taller man whispers Virgil’s name breathlessly, for a moment he seems to just concentrate and then his hands wind through Virgil’s shirt with an iron-like grip, his hips jolting as he whimpers out the other’s name again, louder, lost in his own pleasure as cum leaks between their bodies.

Virgil strokes him through it, even after he starts whimpering and squirming from the sensitivity, enjoying the sharp inhale and little noises that sound so soft, and a little helpless. He licks the cum off his hand with a small smile, Logan follows the movement with a shiver. “Do you feel better?” he asks, Logan nods dumbly, his eyes full of life but his head completely empty. “Really has been a while, huh?” He tucks the other man back into his pants, wrapping the covers around his shoulders. “You look like it’s bedtime.”

“What about you?”

“We’ve got the rest of our lives for you to give me a handjob Logan.”

“Oh yeah,” he mutters, before clambering off of Virgil’s lap. “That’s a good point.” The other shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips at the other’s expression, he takes Logan’s hand and turns off the TV, before they both head to bed for the evening, together.

#not safe for sanders

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Recovering Your Catfish: Touch

Summary- 1.7k Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader. You are up early to make that Lemon Layer Cake for later that night and Frankie comes searching you out, wrap you into his arms. There was once a time he wasn’t always this affectionate in his recovery.

A/N- A self indulgent series I don’t expect anyone to pay attention to. But I just love this boy being so soft for his girl. I am tagging @babiiface95 cause she helped me with these thoughts.

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The smell of lemon and sugar took over your sun warmed kitchen, the windows open to allow a breeze to flow through before the day got too hot. It was also why you were up early in the morning, before even getting dressed to get this lemon cake made for tonight.

Confectioner sugar was spread around the counter top where you were making the frosting, the cake sitting next to the oven ready to pop it in as soon as the oven would get to temp.

Your finger dabbled into the beginning mix of the frosting, bringing it to your mouth to suck the sweetness off in a test. More zest was needed and you got your grater to start taking off some of the peel, humming along softly to the radio Frank had wired in the window by the sink, the antenna only being able to pick up any decent stations from that spot.

Frankie came down the old wooden stairs in just his boxers, having woken to find you gone. Which was not unusual, but the drive to have contact was strong, it grounded him from all those bad thoughts that regularly plagued his mind. Instinctively he knew you would be in the kitchen, and he was about to cross the threshold when he saw you at the old butcher block you used as your kitchen island.

Your back was to him, your hair was curled up into a messy bun atop your head, strays of hair poking every which way as you didn't bother to brush it yet, just balling it up off your neck to combat the heat that was already starting. The slope of your neck was tilted as you studied something he couldn't see. Your tank top had ridden up slightly to expose the dip in the small of your back, cute boy shorts covering your bottom, but then from there down was bare legs and feet dancing slightly in place on the old worn linoleum flooring he promised to one day replace.

You were so perfectly at home that you didn't break from what you were doing when you looked over your shoulder to smile at Frank, your lips turning up almost lazily as you greeted him good morning between your singing along to the radio.

“What's got you up so early Frankie?” You ask as you tap your grater over the bowl and roll the lemon on the wood to loosen it up before slicing it in half, going to squeeze it in the frosting. You felt heavy masculine arms slide around your hips while he pressed his face into your neck, breathing in deeply.

It had been a few days since you brought him home from the airport, aside from that hug and grasping your hand, Frank had yet to really let you touch him. Not even in his sleep would he let you press against him as you normally did, cuddling each other in sleep. Every morning you would find him gone, sleeping in his chair in the living room with the television on mute. At first you tried to be understanding, give him his space while he adjusted back to everyday life. He had been through an ordeal, one you couldn’t begin to understand.

But it continued, day after day the way he kept space, sure to never let his fingers brush with yours or take a step back when you passed him. You could see from his expression that he wanted to, but was holding himself back.

One night you two were watching tv, on opposite ends of the couch. You could see him looking down at a beer bottle in his hands, rolling it. Not even focusing on whatever was playing. You had spent the time side eyeing him, trying to figure out how to bring this new distance between each other up to him.

Might as well just do it you finally decided when you pushed up off the couch and approached him, taking the bottle from his hands. “Frankie…” You said in that soft way you always said his name, shifting him to sit back and you straddled his lap.

His eyes went wide, his hands held away while he stuttered. “Wh-what are you doing Y/N?”

You slid your hands along his chest and reached to take his hand and place one on your hip, then repeating the action till he was holding onto you.

“What does it look like Catfish?” You purred slightly with a smile. “I missed you and wanted to cuddle. But is this okay?”

“Yes… I guess?” Frank muttered, looking a bit lost in how to respond. You could feel how tensely rigid he was, nervous and uncomfortable.

“I woke up Mon Cherie and you were gone.” Frank muttered against your neck, pressing his entire body in against you like he couldn’t get close enough, you chuckled while tilting your head so he could nibble against the length of your neck.

“I wanted to get this cake done before it's too late. Gotta have something to serve the neighbors when they come over this evening for supper.” You scooped a bit on your fingertip once more and held it up over your shoulder which he took a teasing taste, refusing to let your finger go from between his teeth and a swirl of his tongue. “What do you think?”

“Open a bakery and I will be your little errand boy for more tastes of that.” he rumbled when he finally let your finger go so that you could return back to whipping your frosting till it was smooth, tinted just barely yellow from the fresh lemon you added.

The welcoming citrus scent was paired with warm kisses on your neck as Frankie nuzzled in against you, sure to grind himself against you, his tone gravelly, and you were unsure if it was the early morning hours causing it, or the excitement he was building up between you two.

“How can I entice you to return to bed Mon Cherie?”

You grab some saran wrap and cover your frosting, slipping from his hold so his hands fell to the butchers block, watching you while you stuck the frosting in the fridge and slid the cake into the now warm oven.

“You got… 45 minutes before I HAVE to be down here to check the cake.”

A grin cracked on his face, his hair still askew from waking up and making him look boyish.

He was so stiff underneath you, his breathing clipped like he was trying to tolerate your touch. You had been pressing gentle kisses on his neck, but you could tell he wasn't enjoying himself and you pulled back. Maybe it was too soon, or maybe…

Maybe he no longer saw you that way?

Usually whenever he returned home after being away on a mission, you couldn't keep him off you. Not that you tried. Even during the bad ones.

This time, it was so different and you were lost about what to do. It was only seconds but the bit of doubt in your eyes matched the sadness in his own. “Im sorry Y/N…” he started and you just shook your head, moving to untangle yourself from him but he grasped your hips to hold you in place, sinking you back onto his lap. “It's not you, I swear.”

Frank could always read your emotions since the day you met. You didn't try removing yourself again and fidgeted your fingers together. “What is going on Frank?”

He let his hands fall to the couch cushions, rubbing his palms against them while he worked his jaw, looking for the words to say. “Y/N… I’m tainted. Like after this mission, you deserve better than me. Its killing me, cause I just want to keep you but fuck baby. I don’t deserve you.”

Your brows arched in confusion, not at all expecting to hear that from him.

“Frank why would you-” You started and suddenly he was moving to a stand, you sliding from his lap to the couch. “-Where are you going?” You scramble up, but he was so quick, quicker then you could process and he was out the door and off the porch. You rushed to the door, watching as the truck's headlights flicked on, cutting through the swamps darkness and pulling away, more confused than before.

You laid sweaty on your back, staring up at the lazy way the ceiling fan swung through the humid morning heat. Frank was laying further down the bed, his head laying on your belly, humming satisfied himself as your fingers brushed through his hair gently, letting yourself enjoy the post orgasm bliss.

“Mmmh, you know Frank that timer is about to go off any minute.” You break the silence and he groans while rolling to his side to look up your body at you.

“You want me to go check it?”

Lifting your head from the pillows, you arch your brows with a smirk. “Do you know how to tell if the cake is done?”

Frank shrugged a bit. “Well… it can’t be hard can it?”

You shoved at his shoulder with a shake of your head and reached down to grab his shirt from the night before since it would cover you enough to go streaking through the house. “Catfish, you are going to make me burn my cake and have to go get something from the ice box if you had it your way.” You stuck your tongue out at him as you left the room. “And I ain't serving the neighbors no wanna be homemade cake.”

You sprinted into the kitchen just as the timer went off and grabbed mitts to stuff on your hands. Pulling open the door, you pull out your delicate cake that has raised beautifully. You could already tell that it was gonna be like your Granny's cake that you grew up with, easy to layer and would be a lovely decadence to finish off the night with.

Frank followed along behind you, just not with as much of a rush. So he happened to catch you leaning over to pull the cake out at just the right moment.

“I swear Mon Cherie, I will never be tired of seeing you in the kitchen.” He approached again, this time his hands finding your bare hips under his shirt sweeping just over your ass.

“You're insatiable.” You mutter while checking the cake with a toothpick to make sure it was coming out clean.

“Only for you.”

#finding your catfish #frank morales #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier au #amber writes #sweater writes

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farfromharry · 3 years

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always (part seven) | harry holland series

summary: you and lily spend christmas day with the hollands and you couldn’t be happier

word count - 2.1k

a/n - merry christmas!!

It was officially only days before christmas and Lily was already almost 2 weeks old, which you couldn’t believe. You’d gotten help to make sure you had everything prepared present wise, but you and Lily were going to spend actual Christmas day with the Hollands.

A sudden distressed cry woke you from your sleep, pushing yourself out of your bed to tend to your babygirl. You moved around to the other side of your bed, your baby looking at you with teary eyes and a red face.

“Oh, there’s my little angel.” You gently lifted her from her crib, holding her against your chest and gently stroking her back. You bounced her gently, pressing kisses to her head to try and soothe her.

“You’re okay.” She continued to wail in your ear, your heart aching for your precious girl.

“You hungry darling?” You looked at her distressed face, taking a seat on your bed, lifting your shirt up to let her latch on.

You sighed, leaning your head back and glancing at the time on your phone screen. 4:23am.

“We’re gonna have to get you a better sleep schedule baby.” After she was done feeding, you carefully laid her back down in her crib, watching over her for a few minutes to make sure she was okay, before climbing back into bed yourself. You were out like a light the second your head hit your pillow, you were utterly exhausted.

The next morning you were woken again by loud babbles from Lily, checking the time and seeing it was almost 10am.

You sighed, pushing yourself out of bed and scooping the girl up in your arms. Harry would be coming over soon anyway. You changed Lily’s nappy and dressed her in a fluffy purple onesie, making your way into your living room to set her down in the kitchen, so you could make breakfast.

“Y/n?” You called back with a ‘hey’, letting Harry know where you were.

He entered the kitchen with a smile, moving over to the little baby to give her some affection.

“There's my favourite little girl.” She babbled, reaching up to try and touch his face. He carefully picked her up out of her high chair, pressing kisses to her cheeks and having a mini conversation with her. At least as best he could considering she didn’t understand anything he was saying.

“So, how’s it going being a mum?” Harry asked, entranced with the girl in his arms who was grabbing at his fingers.

“I adore her but,” You paused, seeing Harry look up in concern at the ‘but’. “I’m so stressed and sleep deprived.” Harry could see how tense you were, he’d noticed how tired you looked when he first came in, but he didn’t want to sound rude.

“I didn’t realise it’d be this hard by myself.” You complained.

“Let me look after her for a few hours,” He offered. “Go and catch up on some sleep.” You were hesitant, feeling bad to burden him with Lily, but also growing slightly protective over her.

“She’ll be okay, would i ever let you down?” You shook your head, thanking him.

“Be good for Harry.” You kissed her head, Harry pouting when he didn’t get a forehead kiss too.

“Anyone would think you’re the newborn.” He grinned, accepting your kiss with a smile.

“Have a good sleep.”

“Thank you,” A lightbulb went off in your head, realising he didn’t know what to do. You turned back around to tell him and he simply rolled his eyes. “If she cries, there’s a bottle in the fridge, just heat it up, nappies are in in her nursery and-“

“I’ll be fine, if I need any help I'll call my mum.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before heading to bed to catch up on lots of missed sleep.

“Looks like it’s just me and you now.” Harry spoke to the girl. The two had a fairly enjoyable time together, Harry in love with everything she did and the girl in awe of him. It was hours later that you were trudging into the living room looking much more refreshed. Harry was sitting on the couch, Lily against his chest while the curly haired man talked to her.

“How did it go?” You asked, taking a seat next to them and resting your head on Harry’s shoulder.

“She was a perfect angel, didn’t cry once.” He boasted. You grinned, stroking her chubby cheek.

“Thank you for helping me, my hero.” You kissed his cheek, watching Lily scrunch up his shirt in her tiny fist. It wasn’t long before your bub began to get uncomfortable, beginning to cry her small heart out.

“I think she’s finally ready for her nap.” You carefully lifted her off of Harry’s chest, taking her over to the bassinet you kept in your living room. You laid her down, hovering over her for a few minutes to make sure she knew you were there.

“Go to sleep hunny, I know you’re tired.” You watched her eyes flutter shut, content with the world around her.

“And then there were two.” You said, sitting down next to Harry again. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

“I mean, I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted after watching her.” You huffed.

“Don’t leave me yet.” You begged, staring at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Can I just nap here?” He asked, watching you think about it.

“I guess so.” You said, Harry scoffing at how unamused you sounded. You flashed him a cheeky grin, motioning for him to lay his head on your lap.

“Here.” You handed him a fluffy blanket that you usually kept on the back of your couch, throwing it over his body to keep him warm. You spent the next hour stroking through his curls, watching him sleep peacefully with the comfort of your warmth. With your other hand you just scrolled through your phone, not wanting to disturb Harry with the sounds of the tv.

He eventually started to shift, signalling to you that he was waking up. His hair was messy and he looked absolutely adorable, staring up at you with tired eyes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Nuzzling his face into your hoodie material.

“Always.”

———

3 days later and it was officially Christmas day, you were getting Lily’s stuff together to head over to the Hollands. You had already taken presents over a few days earlier, just so today you only had to bring yourself and your baby.

The drive over to the Holland household was quite pleasant. There was soft christmas music playing in the background, with the bubbly feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach.

Getting out of the warmth of your car, you were hit with the freezing december weather, rubbing your hands together for warmth.

Lily was quick to protest at the change in temperature with a small uncomfortable cry, her chubby cheeks turning a soft pink shade as the cold hit her.

Your cold knuckles knocked on the front door of the house, a shiver running through your body.

You wrapped Lily’s coat around her tighter, pulling her little hat down and doing everything you could to protect her from the blistering cold. The door to the Holland house opened a few minutes later to a smiley Harry. Welcoming you inside.

“There’s my favourite girl.” Harry said, taking Lily from your arms and cradling her close to his warmth. You scowled at him playfully.

“Me or her?” You asked, teasing your best friend. “Be careful with your answer.”

“You, obviously.” He stated, like it was a fact. When you nodded, seemingly satisfied, he leaned in close to Lily, his mouth close to her tiny ear.

“I lied, it’s definitely you.” He whispered to the girl, tickling her to make her giggle. You scoffed.

“I heard that, Holland.” He laughed, sending you a teasing wink.

You followed him into the living room, seeing the other Holland’s scattered around doing various things.

“We have visitors.” Harry announced, motioning to you. Sam was quick to practically snatch Lily, peppering her cheek with soft kisses.

“Merry christmas y/n!” Nikki said, pulling you into a tight hug. You said it back, thanking her for letting you crash their Christmas day.

“You’re always welcome.” Tom was next to pull you into a hug, ruffling your hair like an older brother would.

“Did I hear y/n?” Paddy asked, slipping into the living room to look for you.

“Hi, little man.” The nickname caused him to groan, it’d been something you’d called him for years, even after he passed you in height.

“I’m taller than you.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him into a hug.

“And I don’t care.” You simply stated. You watched Lily receive all the affection she could ever ask for, babbling incoherent things.

“Can we open presents now?” Paddy asked, motioning to the pile under the tree.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You whined, feeling bad that the teenager was unable to have a normal christmas morning.

“You’re here now, so let’s get started!” Paddy announced. You stifled a laugh, nodding your head. You watched with a smile as the lads fussed Lily, helping her rip open the wrapping paper on her presents.

“Come here a second.” Harry said, tapping your shoulder. He took your hand and lead you away from his family.

“This is for Lily.” You playfully rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“It better not be another stuffed animal, she has too many already.” You joked. Harry shook his head with a small grin, telling you to just open it. Harry had pulled you over to a more quiet part of the living room to give you this, not wanting his brothers to see or hear.

“A blanket?” You asked, looking at him in confusion. A blush rose to his cheeks. He showed you the space where Lily’s name was engraved in, only confusing you further.

“I don’t get it- why did we have to open it separately?” You asked.

“I-i may have made it.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You awed, finding it cute that he’d go through so much trouble for you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not.” You argued. “I think it’s adorable.” You said, squeezing his cheek playfully.

“I didn’t really know what to get her so-“

“Harry, this is perfect, thank you.”

After all the presents came the part all the Holland boys were the most excited about; christmas dinner.

They practically ran to the dining room when Nikki announced it was ready, taking their seats at the table and digging into their plates like animals.

“You’re like savages.” Nikki muttered, receiving a laugh from you as you dug into your own food. Every now and then you’d alternate between eating and amusing Lily so she wouldn’t cry.

You pinched her cheek gently, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

“Such a messy baby.” You said. She just babbled, showing you her gummy smile that made your heart flutter.

“A bit like Harry.” Sam said, receiving a slap to the arm from his twin. You laughed at the two, leaving your angel to finish up the last bits of your meal.

After dessert Nikki turned down your offer to help clean up, forcing one of her boys to do it instead. Tom groaned, trailing to the kitchen with some dirty dishes in his hands, muttering complaints on the way.

“Nikki, that was amazing, thank you.” She smiled, kissing your head as she walked by. The table was disturbed when your little bub began to cry, you being able to recognise that she was crying for food.

“I think she’s hungry.” You pouted, lifting her up into your arms.

“Go feed her, we’ll sort this.” Sam said, motioning to the table that needed clearing.

“Are you sure?” You asked, feeling slightly bad.

“Unless Harry’s going to grow boobs and feed her, I'm pretty sure you’re the only one that can.” Harry slapped his twin upside the head, calling him an idiot. You just laughed, making your way up the stairs to feed your precious angel.

———

“I really enjoyed today, thank you.” Harry squeezed your shoulders gently.

“We’re all glad you were both here.” The two of you continued to get ready for bed, you also getting Lily into her onesie. The three of you would be sharing Harry’s bed in his childhood room for the night, having to make sure Lily stayed safe between you both.

You climbed under the covers, next to your already sleeping daughter. You had a smile gracing your face, one that Harry couldn’t help but completely adore.

“Goodnight Harry, merry christmas.” You whispered, laying your arm over Lily gently to make sure she’d be safe.

“Merry christmas y/n.”

always taglist - @hopelessly-harry @iwearheadphones @thevelvetseries @minejungwoo @siriuslyslyslytherin @givebuckyhisplumsnow @itstaskeen @icyhollands @starkweasley

#harry holland x reader #harry holland one shot #harry holland imagine #harry holland

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Fluffy Days ~ Jumin Han x Reader

Everyone, when they looked at Jumin, they saw him for his position as the Director and future CEO of one of the top 5 biggest, wealthiest companies in South Korea, so it was needless to say that, before thinking of how much he worked to perfect himself to be the best version of a professional director as he can, despite the title being given hereditary, people would still think of all the riches he was blessed with.

Many, like Zen and Yoosung, would envy him for having so much money and being able to do anything he could even dream of, including any weird fantasy like creating a wine line specifically for cats, or a cat brand...

And only he knows what else he thought of, but never tried to give form to.

However, very few ever looked at him for being a hard-working man, business-orientated, rational, logical and always putting the benefit of the company above all else.

But...

Was Jumin truly happy the way he was?

That question was answered one day, when a certain maiden called Y/N found a weird phone on the ground, and somehow found herself joining this charity organisation called RFA, and given her profession as a Vet, and having enough money for herself, and obviously not being a materialistic gold-digger...

Well, the brunet man of the RFA found himself completely entranced by this mysterious woman, who, in time, will end up being his girlfriend, and even more, his fiancee.

In due time, though, there is no rush.

The other important question that even fewer people ever ask themselves was...

Was Jumin never stressed out or over-worked?

And the answer goes pretty obvious that yes, he was, rather often, but he masks that and tries to cope with it by retorting to his childish self that has been long locked away, and yet, sometimes resurfaces when needed, so he does silly cat projects.

Now that he has a lover, however, he can allow himself to go on dates, that began rather fancy, but upon her protest, became more relaxed and casual, preferring peace and content to extravagance and luxuries.

They would go on a picnic in the forest nearby, take impulsive trips to what-ever place they felt like, sometimes throwing a dart on a world map on the wall and going wherever it lands, or going on shopping sprees for whatever self-care items they felt like, doing skin care routines together from time to time, cuddling together in the cinema room, eating commoner cinema snacks that he has to admit, aren’t too bad (although he won’t trade the ‘Melanin’ stake for popcorn).

There are, however, some days when he would just want to stay at home and cuddle with Y/N and Elizabeth the 3rd - Those days are definitely the most stressful and he needs to calm himself down before he bursts with weird emotions, which is something he prides himself to never do, and yet, he acknowledges the fact that it is not impossible, and he is still just a human, not a heartless robot as some claim he is.

As soon as he got home, Jumin sighed, going to his room, threw his blazer on the chair nearby, and folding up his sleeves, he let himself fall on his bed, looking at the ceiling with an exhausted and annoyed expression, before closing his eyes altogether, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

Sighing at the deplorable state her beloved was in, she went to the bathroom and drew hot water, putting in some lavender bath salt, lighting up some incense sticks, some scented candles with lavender, vanilla and cinnamon, made the lights be dim, put bubble solution and waited until it was hot and steamy in the bath, as she searched for some calming Lo-Fi music, choosing some mountain sounds that had soft bird chirping and forest sounds included.

When everything was perfect, she threw in a Lush northern lights bathbomb, loving how great the purple and blue blended together, and went out, sitting on the side of the bed next to Jumin, gently brushing away the hair from his face and kissing his forehead.

“Come on, darling, I drew you a bath. Let’s help you relax a bit...Shall we?” she spoke in that soft voice that could always sooth his worries away.

He didn’t have the power to say much, but humming positively, he sluggishly followed Y/N to the bathroom, where his eyes widen and how aesthetically pleasing and relaxing the bathroom became.

It was almost like he never had any idea how relaxing a bath can be, and not as much of a ‘chore’ as he felt it was.

Y/N told him to take his clothes off already and get in the water before it gets cold, which seemed to make him chuckle in amusement, but did so without any protesting, and he found himself sighing at how good it felt having his sore, tense muscles tended by the hot water.

She pushed him gently down by the shoulders until he was up to his chin in water, then went to pour a glass of his favourite red wine for him to enjoy.

“Is this how you always take baths?” he asked in a lower voice. “Most of the time, yes. I make this ritual whenever I feel the need to properly relax, and it sort of became like a Pavlovian reflex, y’know?” she snorter in amusement, sitting on the ground next to the bathroom. “I see...Now I understand why you were always looking forward to them.” he nodded slightly in agreement. “I’m happy if it can help you as well. I haven’t seen you this stressed since the whole Sarah and Elizabeth the 3rd problem.” she gave him a sad smile, which made him look deep into her eyes with a pondering look. “I don’t appreciate too many unexpected things coming up all at once.” he nodded, leaning back once again. “What kind of music is this?” “Oh, this! It’s called Lo-Fi, and it’s mostly for relaxing. It has all sorts of genres and types, but this, in particular, is a mountain Lo-Fi. Do you like it? I know it’s different to the classical music you always had, but I thought maybe a little change wouldn’t hurt. I-I can change it back to Debussy and Vivaldi if you don’t like it!” she blinked, her eyes widening at the realisation that she messed up, but he could only chuckle at her cute reactions. “I don’t mind this. It’s pretty nice. Perhaps, as you said, a change in the usual routine wouldn’t hurt once in a while.” he gave her a soft smile, which left her weak to her knees. “Sweet. Let me pamper you up a bit, then.” she grinned, as she started applying a hydrating face mask, putting two big cucumber slices on his eyes. “Why...Are you doing all this for me, Y/N?” he asked, unsure of himself. “Why? Because you’re stressed out an you need to relax, obviously.” she spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, I know, but...Why...?” he asked again, putting emphasis on the last world. “Ohh, I think I get what you mean. Because I love you, of course. I want to spoil you because you love me, and you care about me, and you make me happy, so of course, I want to do anything in my power to reciprocate and make sure you know how much I love you.” her words were so sweet and innocent that Jumin felt the burning need to throw away those stupid cucumber slices and look at her beautiful face, but decided against that impulse, so he won’t upset her and her thoroughly prepared routine.

After that, she took away the slices and gently washed away the cream-mask, in circular motions, as he massaged his face, and he truly felt in Heaven for the first time in ages.

If this wasn’t bliss, he had no idea what else could be.

And if that wasn’t enough, the shower gel she put on the sponge smelled like home-made chocolate, and as she gently rubbed his shoulders, arms and neck, he had to use all the self-restraint he had not to grab her arms and get her in the tub with him so he can hold her tightly to his chest and kiss her until he forgot to breathe altogether.

It lasted for at least an hour, but Jumin got a bit bored and restless of staying in the bathtub, and told the girl he’s done for now, she brought him his bath robe and told him to get in his sleeping wear while she cleans and organises stuff around the bathroom, as it was one of her little quirks, to have everything in order, which always amuses him since he does the exact same thing all the time, going as far as to scold Assistant Kang for not putting the folders on his desk at the exact millimeters specified.

As soon as she was ready, Y/N did a short night time skin care routine and went to her lover, cuddling with him and bringing out the laptop and putting on his favourite movie on the huge plasma TV that he only ever turned on thanks to her.

Jumin wasn’t even sure if he was paying attention to the movie, as he let Y/N hug his head to her chest, gently playing with his hair in a way that made him almost sleepy, yet very warm and content, his past stress and worries being long eradicated.

He remembered her saying that since she was very little, and even now, when she’s all grown up, she always loves crawling in her mum’s arms in bed and letting her play with her hair, as it was one of the few things that can combat her insomnia and help her sleep peacefully...

And now, she was doing it to him, and he felt more than honoured to be subject to such personal, intimate and comforting act of pampering.

That is the kind of privilege he would do anything to achieve, and it was happening to him, as the angel that his girlfriend is was always the one person who could somehow make him feel happy by merely existing.

Outside was a gorgeous night, and Jumin’s dormitory was illuminated by nothing more than the twinkling stars and the glorious silvery light of the moon that was looking over the two lovers holding each other under the covers of the master bed, while faint jazz music played in the background, as it was one of their little before-sleep rituals, still feeling the little euphoria from the movie they just watched.

“Jumin...I love you. And I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done for me. Never forget that, okay?” the h/c girl spoke in a gentle voice, as the man ran his fingers through her long locks, just as he would play with his cat’s fur, and she’d start purring. “I won’t forget, Y/N. I’m glad you were able to convince me to meet up with you, despite the circumstances, back then when we barely knew each other. No, actually, I am glad that you found that phone.” Jumin’s velvety voice spoke out, ringing in her ears. “Want to go out tomorrow? I have a free day tomorrow at the clinic. We can go have a walk through the forest or the park, if you want.” Y/N suggested, drawing shapes on the man’s chest absent-mindedly. “I don’t see why not. Elizabeth the 3rd is at V’s and I’ll have Assistant Kang erase everything from tomorrow’s schedule. I believe I had some meeting with another business with a group of women...Not something I’m too fond of.” he groaned slightly, making the girl chuckle and raise slowly, resting her form on her elbow. “What, you don’t want to throw around too many compliments and sickeningly sweet sugar-coated words in just one day?” she chuckled, a teasing smirk on her face. “The more I look at you, the more you remind me of a vixen. I don’t see any reason why I should carelessly throw around compliments to thirsty women who are only in it for my money and looks, when I could direct them all to that one person who holds my heart.” Jumin shot right back, making the girl dramatically put her hand over her heart, mimicking that she got shot by Cupid’s arrow. “Mon Dieu, my ears can’t believe what they’re hearing, are you sure you’re not trying to charm me again?” she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips, as one of her hands gently brushed away the fringe from his face. “There is no end line to the path to someone’s affections. I believe that once you found the special someone, one should continue to show their appreciation towards said person.” his words soothed her heart like a nice glass of rose syrup as he snaked his hands around her waist and brought her back into an embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. “You always know how to make my heart beat like crazy.” she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, giggling softly, making the man shiver slightly. “Just like a fox.” he muttered, chuckling lightly.

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Meow P1

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I smiled playfully as I sat against the wall of the basement apartment, gently peeking my eyes over the copy of Chess Review I found on the small table I wasn't reading. It was just my cover for looking. His skinny but strong body tight to the table moving his pieces replaying his last few tournament games. His long hair falling slightly in his eye on his right in waves slightly where he washed it this morning, his hand often moved touching his facial hair when he was thinking his dark green slightly pattern shirt undone to the centre of his chest exposing the pale skin his chains against the skin there, his belt on him tightly but his knife somewhere I didn't know, his jeans tight to every crevice even if the table concealed what I wanted to see, his bare feet against the legs of his chair

"Oooohhh Master Benjamin Watts!" I called playfully making him look up rather confused

"That was the most formal way you've ever said hello to me but… yes. What do you want?' he asks

"Entertain me" I whine

He offered the chair across the table and chess board from him but I pouted "well then don't complain your bored" he says

"But I wanna complain" I whine

"Well I'm busy, you choose to stay here no one's stopping you from not being here. You don't live here. You can go shopping, go for a walk I really don't care what you do" he explained

"Why am I friends with you benny?' I asked

"That's a very good question, why are you friends with me?" He asks resting his chin on his hand and his elbow on the table

"Because your cute, and your fun sometimes' I smiled

"Not your boyfriend y/n"

"I know, my boyfriend is big and strong, and affectionate and would do anything for me and makes me breakfast every morning and eats me out for hours every night" I smiled as I wandered across the apartment fiddling with my skirt Benny was borderline ignoring me at this point focusing on his chess as I stepped behind him putting my hands on his shoulders and gently rubbing to massage his skin

"Sounds very lovely, your boyfriend. He still gets jealous because you're here with me?"

"Very much"

"That doesn't explain why you hang out with me? When you have a perfectly good boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend is a vibrator Benny we both know this"

"I do. is there such a thing as too comfortable with someone because I feel like we're there"

"We're not too comfortable Benny it's just a case of neither of us cares" I smiled "coffee?"

"Sure," he shrugs so I went to the kitchen filling his half rusted kettle setting it on the burner, having to try four or five times turning the clanky button before it actually lit the burner of the job. I got his usual cup filling the milk to where he liked it And then the instant coffee powder, I hated the stuff but chess tournament's and such we're always far too cheap to make fresh brewed coffee for everyone so it was always instant powder and he had gotten accustomed to the taste of it as soon as the kettle boiled I filled up the cup giving it a stir before setting it beside his chess board he moved his hand to take it but I stopped him and coughed expectantly "thank you"

"Your welcome" I smiled moving my hand away sitting on the little round ottamon in benny's apartment watching him sip his coffee and play against himself

"What do you want y/n? Why are you in my apartment? Why won't you leave? To what purpose are you staying here?" He asks

"Because I can" I shrug

"You have your own apartment?"

"Yeah but my roommates a bitch and had her boyfriend over"

"Shhh that's why you're here. You don't want to listen to Mary and Luke fu-"

"Benny…"I warn

"Have sex" he corrected

"Pretty much"

"I knew I was a means to an end"

"What are you jabbering about watts?"

"You don't actually come to see me unless you want something, need something, or are using me in some sort of way"

"Complaining?"

"No, simply an observation" he says

"Your a really infuriating genius"

"Am I?"

"Yeah you don't use your genius to help or to improve you just use it to annoy me" I said getting up and going over to the table rubbing his shoulders again they were so stiff and boney but it was still fun

"If I'm that infuriating why are you here?"

"Because your fun" I smiled licking his cheek

“Wha- what the- did you just lick me?"

"Yep" I smiled doing it again

"Quit licking me… what are you a cat?" He complained

"Meow" I smiled playfully rubbing my head against his own

"Okay…" he said, a little concerned and very confused. I smiled watching him play a little more before sitting on the floor beside the table "hello… what are you doing?" He asks

"Meow" I smiled nuzzling with his knee

"I do not understand what this is. Why are suddenly a cat? Why are you meowing at me?" He asked very confused what was going on

"I'm playing"

"Playing? What are you playing?"

"You'll find out" I smiled crawling under the table

"What are you doing under there?" He laughs

"Nothing" I smiled waiting a while hearing the clacking of the chess pieces above me as he played on ignoring whatever I was doing I waited a while for him to be nice and focused on his game before I moved closer a little and moved my hand up his leg unbuckling the belt

"Wh- what are you doing?' he stuttered his voice slightly breaking as I undid the button and zipper on his tight jeans tugging them down enough to expose his small and tight blue boxer shorts with the obvious bulge of an erection sat so perfectly in them, I giggled a little tugging them down to letting his cock jump free from the smothering confines. I smirked a moment taking in everything about him, his pale skin, his small amount of hair ungroomed much like that in his face but lighter so less noticeable, his v prominent where he was hard leading eyes to his shaft, standing tall to attention at least seven Inches in his rock hard state, slender and long with prominent veins ripping across him much like the rest of him, I didn’t know what I honestly expected but either way I was impressed. “Y/n… where are you going with this?” He asks a little worried I smiled innocently giggling moving close giving the tender tip a little kitten lick like I had down on his cheek, awww I wish I could see his face, “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh….. Okay.” He stutters

“Want me to stop?” I smiled

“No.”

“Good” I smiled moving closer pushing his knees apart and he put up no resistance to me doing so, I continued licking his tip like a little cold lollipop never having my tongue there too long, I could hear his quiet gasps above me as the sounds of moving chess pieces stopped “Play your game benny” I remind him he slowly started moving them again trying not to get distracted by me and my licks, till I smirked and licked from his base to his tip the whole length of his shaft

“Ohhhh fuck” He gasped grabbing my shoulder

“Oi!” I told him slapping his hand and he sighed getting his wallet from the pocket of his jeans getting a dollar and handing it to me “Thank you benny” I smiled putting the dollar in my bra as he put his wallet back so I smiled and gave his shaft a few kisses heading his little gasps and groans as I did. “Just relax Benny, You’re kitty’s going to take care of you” I smiled licking my lips and taking as much as I could leaving an inch of so of his base that I couldn’t fit in my mouth licking his head swirling my tongue around him moving my head up and down as much as I could given I had a table above me, I had managed maybe four times of moving my head sucking very gently before he grabbed my shoulder again his whole length softening, his hips shuddering

“Uuuughhh! Uuuhh uuuugghhh!” He moaned loudly as the spurts of his seed filled my mouth so I swallowed it all and licked him clean before putting his boxers and jeans back up crawling up him and sitting on his lap nuzzling my head into his chest as he gasped for breath looking a thousand worlds away “Uuhh okay. I don’t know what that was about… but I am not complaining”

“I like messing with you, it's fun” I giggled

“I uhhh I’ve never had a girl do that to me before” He smiled

“Never?”

“Never”

“Did you like it?”

“Very much” He nods “That was amazing, and… I like you being my little kitty” He says

“Meow” I smiled nuzzling into his neck rubbing his nose against his skin

“Awww okay kitten” He smiled rubbing his nose against my own.

I yawned as I tucked the covers around me closely keeping the warm covers around me, the light flooding in though the small windows of the apartment and in the bedroom window, I shifted a little wiggling my butt a little as I woke up a little more

“Good morning,” I yawned turning over and nuzzling with the warm soft boy beside me

“Good morning Kitty Cat,” He yawned back wrapping an arm around me

“What did you dream about?” I smiled

“Umm.. I don’t remember. As soon as I saw my little kitty I didn’t need my dream anymore” He says playing with my hair giving my lips a little kiss

“Did you not wanna wake up?” I asked

“Of course I wanted to wake up and see my pretty little kitty cat” He smirked

“You wanna make out?” I smiled

“Ummm come here kitten” He smirked pulling me closer kissing me softly and slowly neither of us awake enough for much more yet, moving our lips against east other his hair tickling my face a little but the scratching against my skin only fueled our kiss more, his hands pulling me closer cuddling me closely I pulled away as I felt his hard morning wood against my leg

“Ummm good morning benny” I smiled grinding against him ever so slightly

“Good morning, could you maybe… help me wake up kitten?” He suggested pushing his boxers down holding his base as he looked at me

“Meow” I giggled nuzzling close to him moving to gently kitten lick his head

“Uummmmm… good girl,” He groans petting my hair so I smiled taking him completely in my mouth sucking as I licked his head swirling around him over and over as I hollow my cheeks “Ughh! Uuuuummm Make master fell good kitten” He groans gently grinding his hips towards my mouth He moved a little too much making me move away and kissing up and down his shaft

“Awww, don’t get too excited I can’t take all of it” I smiled “You’re so big benny”

“Sorry kitten. You treat me too good” He smirked pretting my hair and my shoulder “come on kitten please… Masters close” He groaned so I smiled taking all of him into my mouth wrapping my hand around his base tightly pumping what I couldn’t fit into my mouth sucking hard and swirling around his head “Uhhhh! Uggghhhh! Kitten! Uuummmm fuck!” He groaned bucking hard into my mouth as he gripped my hair hard and finished deep in my mouth, I swallowed it all and licked him clean, moving to lay beside him “Umm thank you kitten” He smiled

“Excuse me” I warned and he sighed getting his wallet from the side getting out a dollar and handing it to me “Thank you” I smiled taking the dollar and stuffing it down my nightie

“Why do we do this?”

“What me sucking your dick or the money?”

“The money, I am never going to question when you do that kitten” He smiled cuddling me

“You swear you give me a dollar you know the rules” I smiled

“Can’t you use something else as Positive reinforcement kitten?”

“Like what?”

“You know what?” He smirked pulling me closer

“I’ll think about it benny” I smiled.

I sat on the ottorman reading my book, Benny sat on his leather chair reading over his mail in his jeans and black T shirt “What’s going on?” I asked

“Uhh… I have to pay an electric bill” He says

“Oooohhh aqre you using to much electricity benny?” I giggled

“No, Just… need to pay more money then I currently do”

“How much where you paying?”

“I wasn’t”

“You should pay your electric bill benny”

“Ehh, Its between the electric bill and rent this month. And I would rather pay rent”

“Is it less?”

“No, its just not paying the electric bill means I have to sit in the dark and not paying my rent means… I won’t have a house so... Rent wins”

“You could always come live with me” I giggled

“Yay, come live in a two bed, eighth floor apartment, with you. Mary, her boyfriend luke, her secret boyfriend steve and her two love to escape snakes”

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing, Absolutely nothing”

“Ummm, Maybe I should just move in with you?” I suggested “I could pay the electric bill”

“I only have one bedroom”

“I share your bed when I’m here” I shrug

“You could come live with me if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be appose to having my little kitty cat living with me?” He smirked “How much rent do you pay at yours then?”

“Eighty two dollars”

“Eight two? Fuck thats more then my rent”

“Hey!” I complain

“Ohhh fu-... Fudge”

“Good boy” I smiled “You owe me a dollar”

“Ughh fine” He sighed getting his wallet and offering the dollar so I smiled and took the dollar stuffing it down my bra “How much of my money do you have in there now?”

“I don’t know, I’ll count next time I take my bra off”

“My rents probably in your bra”

“Well it wouldn’t be benny if you didn’t swear so much” I smiled giving his cheek a kiss and returning to my book for a while

“Ohh kitten?” He smirked

“What?” I asked looking over my book at him and he simply glanced down at his belt I smirked putting my book down crawling over and nuzzling with his knee “Meow” I smiled

“Ummm hello kitten, did my little kitty wanna… help me out?” He asked stroking my cheek

“Again? You’re insatiable benny” I giggled

“I can’t help it when my kitten’s so good to me” He says “Come on kitten, Master needs you”

“As my master asks so nicely” I smiled undoing his jeans pulling them quickly down his legs revealing his hard erection as he hadn't bothered with underwear today I licked my lips as I looked at him eagerly “Just relax master” I smiled gently kissing up his throbbing shaft he smirked biting his bottom lip and leaning his head against his chair relaxing into the comfy chair and pleasure of what I was doing to him, I smiled more kitten licking his head

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