#if you are already asleep then I hope it’s all sweet dreams and warm blankets!!

[kingofthe-egirls]

SOMNO: LUFFY x Y/N (when "it" appears part 3)

series

(cw: somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, sweet fluff, "mae-mae" nickname used, est new relationship)

(a/n: this is so much fun to write, so i hope you like it!)

also this is a gift for @zwhoreo! <333333333

words: 897

“Psst,” Luffy whispers, next to his sweetheart in the warmth of his bed. She’s wrapped around him, tangled up in his arms as she sleeps. She’s so pretty. She breathes shallow, puffy breaths onto his chest where she’s snuggled under the blankets.

She murmurs his name in her sleep.

“Captain…,” she snuggles closer, “Luuffyyyy.” Her voice is soft and warm, and slightly erotic in its undertone. She shifts against him, bringing her hips in closer to his side. She starts rocking, slightly.

She whimpers against Luffy’s chest, as his own breathing starts to quicken. Her eyes are still shut, her breathing still shallow. Luffy pokes her cheek, but she doesn’t move.

She’s asleep.

But she’s rutting against him, whimpering little noises of need into his bare chest. She’s dreaming of something, and Luffy feels a thrill in his stomach as he hopes it’s of him. So he snuggles in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. He closes his eyes, happy to sleep, but…

She’s sexy.

Sex is something new for Luffy--it's special and sweet. Plus, it's super special because it's with her. He likes it a lot himself and it seems like she really likes it too. She sounds so pretty when she has sex. And she makes such sweet faces! All blushed and sparkly-eyed, her hands around him keeping him safe and warm. So he snuggles up closer to her, pressing a kiss into the side of her head. Sex makes her excited, and Luffy likes seeing her excited. She mumbles something, a comma of frustration appearing between her eyebrows. Luffy frowns.

Seems like the subtle friction of her sleepy rutting is nowhere near enough. Hm. Luffy pouts; he wants his sweetheart to feel good. And then, he snickers to himself as he ducks beneath the covers.

If she wants to feel good, then her captain's going to make sure she feels good.

“Mae-Mae,” he whispers, “Hold still.”

****

Warmth, between your legs.

Softness—it’s, dark out

still,

slurp

it’s—

Luffy.

him

……it’s

—slick, it’s

* * * ;

lips, and

skin and—

tongue,

and

warm—again

and * . — , slow

shivers

, ' there, so—

soft so

sex

****

Luffy is slurping at your slick cunt, sucking in your clit and letting it go with a pop. He's making out with your clit, slow and sensual as your consciousness slowly blinks back to wakefulness.

"L...Luffy?" You ask sleepily, supporting yourself on your elbows as you sit up. He flicks his eyes up to you, sparkling like black opals in his cabin's velvet darkness. His hands are warm as they slide against your thighs, holding them open as he suckles your clit.

"Sweetheart...," he moans, hazy with lust in his raspy voice, "Sleep okay?" He stares at you, wide eyes earnest in their curiosity. He slides his tongue up your pussy, pressing the flat of it up at your clit.

His eyes roll up in his head as he ice cream licks your pussy. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, and now he brings his fingers down to rub at your clit. He drags his other hand beneath you so he can start dipping into your entrance. Luffy prods at your pussy, his fingertips slick with your own arousal and his spit. Your body is melted--molten--as Luffy slowly licks you into liquid gold.

"Luuuffyyyy," you groan, slowly shifting in the blankets as he presses two fingers inside you. Your captain grins, his teeth flashing pearlescent in the starlight. You're soaked already, as he slides his digits all the way to his knuckles. He flutters them up a bit, and you gasp. "Luffy!"

"Shishi," he snickers, speeding up, "S'good, right Mae-Mae?"

Shit--

It's not thirty seconds since you've woken up, and you're already squirting onto Luffy's hand. "Shit!" You say, strange feelings of release coursing through you as you shudder through an orgasm. It's something you've experienced a few times before, but not--

Not like this.

This, is...

Luffy.

It's pure him.

All his joy, his ecstasy, his service that he pours into each and every one of his friendships. Except it's for you, your pleasure, your sex, and Luffy steers you like you're the helm of his ship. He sucks harshly on your clit. He starts teething along your major lips, brushing his lips against the soft, slightly coarse hairs.

"So pretty, Mae-Mae," he praises you, voice low and gravelly. He sits up, sliding his fingers out of you. Your walls are still shivering. "Wan' more?" He asks you, eyes scanning your face in the darkness. You moan, already spent and tired. He leans forward to start kissing your stomach. He spreads his hands over your legs again, letting you decide. "S'okay if you're done, pretty," he whispers. "Ya made such good sounds f'me," he licks at your inner thigh, before pressing a deep and loving kiss to the soft, stretch-marked skin.

"Let's sleep, Lu," you whisper, sleepily cuddling back into the pillows.

He hums a small happy noise, before springing back up onto the mattress for you. He snickers, wrapping you up in a bear hug with the blankets all still snuggled around you. He squeezes you tight, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. He buries his nose in your sleep-mushed hair. "Love you, sweetheart...," he says with a yawn. "Sweet...dreams...," he snores loudly into your ear.

You start, surprised, but soon relax into his warm embrace.

Sweet dreams.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy fanfic #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece smut #luffy x you

[reminiscingtonight]

Surprise Visits

Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

[WOSO Masterlist]

You’re warm when you wake up. The first thing you clock is how rested you feel, a phenomenon you never experience unless you’ve spent time with your girlfriend.

Wrapped up in your bed, surrounded by nothing but your endless mountain of pillows and blankets, there’s a comforting feeling of safety seeping into your bones. You’re still half asleep as you turn in place, slowly grumbling under your breath at the lumpiness of your mattress.

You don’t remember your mattress being this lumpy when you fell asleep last night, but straddling the line between consciousness and the sweet lull of sleep, you chalk it up to your mind playing tricks on you. Turning again, you hope to find another comfortable position, cursing out loud when something pokes you in the side. 

Shoving your face into the edge of your pillow, you grimace. Your pillow’s a weird temperature, not quite cool like you like it, yet not disgustingly hot either. You grumble again, pinching your eyes shut even tighter, hoping you’ll slip back to sleep before your alarm inevitably wakes you in what you’re certain will be a couple minutes.

Your pillow vibrates underneath you, a low hum reaching your ears. It almost sounds like a chuckle but--

You stiffen, senses slowly coming back into focus. Flexing your fingers, there’s a strange material brushing against your fingertips. Cinnamon and vanilla fills your nose, a scent you can only ever grasp in your dreams. There’s a weight looping around your back, anchoring you in place, a warmth pressed against your body, something that’s so distinctly humanlike.

Raising your head slightly, your wide eyes meet sparkling blue ones, amusement dancing in all of her features.

Ana still looks as beautiful as the last time you saw her in person. 

You can still remember that day as if it was yesterday. Ana dropping you off at the airport. Her blue eyes tinged with sadness as you hugged each other goodbye, your sun-touched, Barcelona-tanned skin already missing her touch the second you got onto the plane. 

It had surprised none of your friends when you hopped onto the first flight to Barcelona the second your NWSL season had ended. It also surprised none of your friends that you spent your entire off-season over there with your girlfriend. The two of you have been dating for close to half a decade, beginning in Portland and continuing despite the distance between you. You’ve been doing this dance for years, spending the majority of the year alone, only seeing each other during holidays and the couple months you each had off from your own seasons. Rarely do the two of you ever find time off at the same time, so whatever time you could spend together, no matter how busy the other one is, is cherished to the extreme. 

You’ve been counting down the days until you could see her next. Marked on your calendar is the next international break, just a couple of weeks away. Switzerland is on the slate of teams you’ll be playing and you may or may not have already bribed some of the staff to let you spend the day off after the match with your girlfriend.

This is a plan that you’ve kept only to yourself and a few of your most trusted friends, intent on surprising Ana with a one day romantic getaway during camp.

But here she is. 

In your bed.

Surprising you instead.

Squealing, you shove at Ana’s shoulders, mouth already aching from how wide you’re smiling. “Ana! What are you doing here?”

Your girlfriend laughs, catching and trapping your hands before you can pull back. “Good morning to you too, my love.”

You giggle when she yanks you back on top of her, your bodies molding together like two puzzle pieces finally finding home with one another. It’s like second nature, leaning down to connect your lips, the sigh that leaves Ana’s mouth telling you she’s missed it as much as you have.

“I missed you,” she murmurs when you break apart, a dazed awe settling over her features as she takes you in. 

You’re sure there’s a similar look on your face as you drop your chin onto your arms, propping yourself up on top of your girlfriend. “When did you sneak into my bed? I distinctly remember my bed being devoid of goddesses when I fell asleep.” 

Ana grins that toothy grin of hers, reminding you of every time you’ve fallen in love with that smile. “Did anyone ever tell you you sleep like a log? You should really get that checked because it was surprisingly easy to climb into bed with you.”

You roll your eyes, ripping a hand out from Ana’s grasp just to give her shoulder another punch. She feigns a look of pain, something you’re quick to ignore. “Oh quit being a baby.”

The pout on her face is quick to be replaced with something mischievous and that’s all the warning you get before Ana’s rolling the two of you over, trapping you underneath her. You let out a yelp at the unexpected movement, hands holding onto your lover for dear life as she bellows out a melodic laugh.

You’re following her lead soon after, stomach beginning to cramp by how hard you laugh. Eventually it all dies out, a soft look settling in Ana’s eyes as she just takes you in, sprawled underneath her. For a second everything is quiet. You relish in the feeling of being next to one another after so many months spent apart. Your heart’s pounding out of its chest and not for the first time you think about the ring you have hidden in a pair of cleats underneath your bed. God do you love this woman. And god do you want to make her yours forever.

As the seconds tick on, you don’t miss the way Ana’s eyes drop to your lips. It doesn’t take a genius to know where her head’s at. Meeting Ana halfway, your hands tangle in her blonde locks, trying to tug her closer despite the already minimal space between you.

Unlike the first kiss the two of you just shared, there’s nothing PG about this one. Ana’s quick to slip her tongue into your mouth, hands roaming unchallenged beneath your sleep shirt.

Distracted by her wandering hands, you don’t realize Ana’s stopped kissing you until you feel her lips pressed against your jaw, making its way steadily towards your neck.

A broken moan escapes you as she reaches a particularly sensitive spot, hips bucking on instinct. Your eyes flutter shut, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you as Ana sucks harder at your pulse point, hand pinning your hips down. Moaning, you tilt your head off to the side some more, giving your girlfriend more space to work off of. 

Ana’s hand dips just under the elastic of your boxers and you hold your breath with anticipation--

Ana jerks forward at the shrill ring of your alarm, your phone taking both of you off guard. Any feelings of arousal coursing through your veins is quickly replaced with the sharp pain radiating through your nose as Ana’s head crashes against your face. The blonde’s quick to scramble back, hand shooting to turn off your alarm before rubbing at her forehead. 

When she turns back to you, ready to laugh off the disturbed mood, any laughter is quick to die on her tongue at the sight of you. Still laying back against your pillow, your eyes are pinched shut. Both of your hands are cupping your nose, but there’s no mistaking the red that’s already making its way through the gaps of your fingers. 

“Shit!” Ana hisses, leaning across to your bed stand again, this time to grab some tissues. 

You let out a similar hiss when she bats your hands away, quickly replacing them with the tissues. Helping you sit up, Ana only gives you a couple seconds to catch your bearings before she’s ushering you into the bathroom. 

It’s quiet for a moment as you try to stave off the bleeding. Ana’s trying to avoid looking directly at your face whenever you switch out your stained tissues for new ones but you don’t give her the same care, eyes boring into hers through the mirror. 

It isn’t until you’re muttering something unintelligible that Ana hesitantly meets your eyes. She grimaces before meekly asking you to repeat yourself. 

“I think you broke my nose.” It’s still a bit muffled, but Ana can make your words out just fine. Blanching, Ana nervously chews on her bottom lip. 

“Are you sure it’s broken?”

Fixing her with a look, you take your hands away from your face. Ana’s eyes widen before she grabs at your wrists, gently guiding your hands back up to cover your nose. 

It’s hard to hide the satisfied look on your face at her reaction.

.

It’s even harder to hide from the physio, and your friends, how you broke your nose. 

.

“How did you break your nose?”

“What do you mean it happened in bed??”

“OHMYGOD IT WAS A SEX INJURY???”

.

Easy to say Kelley does not take the news without lording it over your head for the rest of Ana’s visit (and long after).

#ana maria crnogorcevic x reader #ana maria crnogorcevic imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #Ace writes

[wonijinjin]

seventeen members with a sick s/o

author’s note: wrote this because everyone seems to catch the flu going around (including myself), hope this gives you all a bit of comfort:)

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 2.2k | genre: fluff, comfort | pairings: seventeen members x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of illness, throwing up, headaches, sneezing, fevers, coughing, fainting, food, a few curse words

cheol and you had been cuddling on the couch when he noticed how warm you were in his hold and how fatigued you looked. “my love is everything alright? you feel too warm.” you didn’t have the energy in you to reply properly so you whined in response, him not needing it after he felt your cheeks. “you are burning up, let’s get you to bed, love.” he said while wrapping you in a blanket and carrying you in a princess hold back to the bedroom.

- overall he would be very attentive when it comes to your wellbeing, quickly noticing how your energy levels have changed (mans has 12 kids, he can detect these things from miles away, parental instincts)

- you are his top priority; he would be running around to get you medication and everything else you need

- bonus points for babying you and sweet talking because he knows how sensitive you get when not feeling good

hannie had always been a light sleeper, so it wasn’t a surprise when he woke up to you coughing during the night. “angel, are you okay?” he would ask, worried if you chocked on your own saliva in your dreams or if you were sick, which was the case sadly. “do you want me to stay up with you till you fall asleep? you can take cough drops in the morning.” he would offer while soothing you, and you would gladly accept.

- he is known to be playful, but he immediately becomes serious if he sees you feeling unwell

- would want to cuddle with you all day, it gives him an excuse to be lazy and rest aswell (which he needs btw, being so handsome is tiring)

- bonus points for singing a sweet melody to help you fall asleep, his giggles are so cute they would cure you in a heartbeat

joshua got a text from you saying that you were sent home because you fainted at work, so he called you in a rush. “darling what happened? did you not take care of yourself? i need to look after you more since you cannot do it yourself.” after you explained the situation to him he would be joking around a bit to lighten the mood if he knew you were alright. “wait for me, i’m on my way home with your favourite tea.” he said before hanging up, your heart warm due to knowing he was on his way.

- he would be sooo gentle, kind of being afraid of disturbing you in any way since he knew how tired you were

- you can expect all the kisses, smooches in the world from him (he says this will cure your illness faster, but in reality he just wants to kiss you continouosly)

- bonus points for getting you a new plushie since he couldn’t leave his baby without an emotional support toy if he needed to run to the store

jun knew you were sick the moment he saw you drinking a warm cup of tea; you weren’t the biggest fan of it, you preferred coffee. “dear what hurts? is it your throat?” he asked immediately, already on his way to the kitchen to make you some ginger shots which are well known to be full of vitamins. you followed him, mumbling about how you felt achy all over to which he kissed you on the forehead. “don’t worry dear, i will take care of you!”

- he is quite calm on the outside but he is freaking out on the inside for sure, being afraid of messing up something and making you feel worse

- he pulls up the chinese remedies he knows and hopes for the best, honestly a bit lost about what to do, thinks your immune system just needs enough time to recover

- bonus points for not being afraid to kiss you because you really crave physical affection and need him to cuddle with you

hoshi didn’t realise you were feeling under the weather until you actually sneezed on him, hard. “oh my god baby tiger are you okay? are you dying???” he would be shouting in a worried tone, making your ear ring so much you had to shush him to be quiet. he goes out to buy you tissues and nasal spray to help with the congestion and on the way back he would buy snacks which you would appreciate a lot.

- very scared tiger, doesn’t know how to help properly other than suggesting taking vitamins

- calls his mom for help on making soup and cooks a delicious nutritious meal for you thanks to her which he will brag about for years saying how well he took care of you

- bonus points for following your orders very well, he does everything you ask him to

wonwoo knew something was up with you when you were more clingy than usual; climbing into his lap and resting your head on his shoulder while he was gaming, heat radiating off of you. “are you tired sweetheart? you feel a bit clammy, are you coming down with something?” he would ask in a deep concerned tone to which you just nodded into his shoulder. “why don’t we get you under those warm sheets while i make you a tea, hm?” he would scoop you up gently, bringing you to the comfort of your bedsheets.

- one of the best caretakers in seventeen, he is not too suffocating but will be by your side in a heartbeat if you need anything

- would not let you do any chores; his top priority would be keeping you in bed to sleep off the virus you managed to catch

- bonus points for reading to you at night when you can’t fall asleep due to the symptoms and keeping you on his chest to calm you down

while being in his studio you decided to take a nap on the couch which was a warning sign to woozi, because you never took naps during the day, only when feeling unwell or upset. when you woke up his face welcomed you. “let me take you home, you are clearly in no condition to nap on a couch.” he would insist, picking you up and motioning you towards the door. “i will take a break aswell, on the way home we will buy you some medicine, okay?” he would assure you that you are in the best hands, letting sleep overtake you in the car.

- he is not the type to be overbearing and extremely worried, although he knows how you tend to overwork yourself, so he will make sure you don’t overdo things, but won’t forbid anything

- however, when you are asleep and he sees you in pain his heart aches so he would be quietly whispering to whoever is up in the clouds to make you feel better soon, because he can’t bare seeing you be so weak and fragile

- bonus points for tucking you in when you fall asleep and frequently checking up on you while he works

minghao found out you are sick through your friend whom he accidentally bumps into on his way home. “y/n you didn’t you tell me you were sick? stay put i will be there in a few minutes.” he would rush to your apartment, a sad smile taking place on his face when he saw you wrapped up in a blanket and surrounded by tissues on the couch. “ahw, you really got that bug, didn’t you? i know just the right ways to fasten your recovery.”

- he is very calm when he handles the situation, quickly assessing the damage done to your immune system and brainstorming ideas to solve it

- his tea-lover self will surely make you some which will taste really bitter as it is probably some chinese remedy, but you will drink it anyway, because he insists

- bonus points for cleaning up your apartment and making you dinner to have something in you while taking your meds

mingyu woke up in the middle of the night to the shuffling of the bedsheets and you telling him you just threw up. “my poor baby. you must feel horrible. let’s get you into a nice bubble bath, yeah? then while you relax a bit i will bring you a few crackers and start making a delicious soup.” he would say while wrapping you into his arms; no matter how late it was he wanted to help.

- he is basically a chef so you would have all the food you crave, or if you don’t have an appetite he would try to get something really light into your system

- he may be more whiny than you since he is very worried, but he will gladly shut up about it and talk to you about random stuff so it takes your mind off of the sickness

- bonus points for cuddling you every minute, the man is so clingy you could not escape his hold even if you wanted to

when you were watching a movie a coughing fit took over you and dk started patting your back without hesitation. “sunshine, are you sick? wait, let me get you a glass of water, okay? stay here, your new nurse and fantastic boyfriend will take care of you!” he went to the kitchen for the drink, returning with a blanket from your bedroom, draping over your half asleep, trembling form.

- this baby would be so worried he would literally start crying if he saw you get worse despite taking care of you, and would think his efforts were not enough (which is of course a lie, he is doing more than expected)

- would cancel all his practices and any meeting he has so he could take care of you, monitoring your temperature and consulting with you doctor via emails

- bonus points for making you laugh even when you feel like absolute shit with his funny and silly faces and bad jokes

when you woke up in the morning seungkwan was already all over you, asking so many questions all at once you hardly understood any of them. “did you take your vitamins last night as i told you? are you feeling better? did you take your temperature yesterday? we should take it now actually.” he would say while getting you breakfast in bed along with the thermometer.

- he would be handling you like a child and would be caring for you like a mother hen, he is just worried about you to be honest

- best at having all the medicine and vitamins you need, not just in literal meaning, but in food too; he would have so many nutritious fruits and bone broth soup for you to eat, he knows it helps restore your energy

- bonus points for letting you do whatever you want after recovering since he feels guilty about you gettng sick (even though he had nothing to do with it)

vernon stepped into the bedroom and was greeted by darkness and your form laying on the bed, curled up, shivering. “you okay there, babe?” he moved closer to you, moving the covers above you, tucking you in nicely. “do you need me to get you some tea?” he asked, brows knitted together. “you know what, i will get you some anyway.” not even waiting for your reply he disappeared into the kitchen.

- kinda malewife material, he cares about you so much and knows how bad being sick can be so he babies you (which is very rare for him to do tbh)

- a silent lover and his actions talk more than he actualy does during the period of your illness, probably does things like asking mingyu to make you some soup (boy cannot cook to save his life)

- bonus points for making you a relaxing playlist while he makes you a warm bath to loosen your muscles and clear your sinuses because he read that steam can help a lot with congestion and overall stiffness

even though he is the youngest in seventeen dino worries about you a lot, and he wants to check up on you every minute while you are unwell. “hi darling, did you take your medicine for the fever? did you sleep well? no? don’t worry i am heading home in a few minutes, my sweetheart needs me.” he would rush home to you if he sensed you missed him and would be taking care of you for weeks if needed, puffing up your pillows and buying you the most expensive tissues so it won’t hurt your nose.

- so soft when he feels needed, he would spoon feed you the porridge he makes and pat your head in bed until you fall asleep

- he just loves babying his lover, since he has received the baby treatment from his hyungs he would be pretty good at knowing ways to make you feel better quickly; like putting a cool cloth on your head

- bonus points for buying you a whole new closet of warmer clothes since he insists you keep warm after you caught a nasty cold in fall, he does not care about the price if it is about his precious baby

#wonijinjin #caratsland #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #fluff #joshua #svt wonwoo #svt minghao #svt mingyu #svt jeonghan #seventeen dino #seventeen jun #seventeen woozi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen vernon #svt seungkwan #sick!reader #svt hoshi #svt joshua #svt dk #svt scoups

[lixiektty]

angel pussy

word count: 1.3k

warnings/kinks: dom!chan, sub!reader, language, oral (f. receiving), pussy smacking, praise, only a little degradation, pet names, dirty talk, pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: took a mental health break while i was trying to finish up school before winter break, but i'm back!! and i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month.

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waking up here would always felt like a dream. all the walls to the room were glass, giving an open view to the snow falling down and landing onto the ground. it was better knowing that you lived in the middle of nowhere and didn't have to worry about anyone watch you.

it'd get really cold at night but with your boyfriend by your side, he kept you company with his body heat, you rested peacefully everytime.

this morning, he woke you up with a shower of kisses along your collarbone and neck. he had been going at it since the moment he woke up, eager for the taste of your skin. you were addicting to him, honestly. he really could not get enough.

chan didn't start moving closer to your jaw until he felt you starting to stir awake. you groan, eyes fluttering open, "chris—" you whine.

"good morning, angel," he mumbled against your skin, "i woke up with a craving."

you sigh, head resting back on the pillows, "what is it?"

"was craving you— the sweet taste of your pussy, can i eat you out?" he asked. he sounded so innocent asking like that, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on— even just a little bit.

"it's 7 in the morning," you protest.

"that's never stopped us before," he chuckled, leaving a wet peck right under your jaw, "come on baby, it's driving me crazy."

chan was still marking up your neck, hand now creeping under your shirt. his warm fingers sliding against your skin sent chills down your spine. you didn't want to reject his offer, you were just still half asleep and wanted to go back to your slumber.

"you can lay back and relax, i'll do all the work," he added, hoping it'd make you agree.

"ugh, fine," those words leaving your mouth excited chan more than you thought, a bright smile shining on his face as if he didn't ask for such a dirty thing.

"thank you, angel," he thanked, before moving on top of you while still remaining under the covers, placing the most gentle kiss upon your lips.

he was soon moving down, disappearing into the blanket, hot breath on your already bare cunt.

"only put my shirt on last night?" he asked. you heard that smirk he wore on his face so clearly.

you hum in response, hips wiggling as if it was an invite for him to finally shove his face between your legs. his hands rub the smooth skin on your thighs, pushing them up and apart for him to fit comfortably into.

finally, his skilled mouth was on you, gently sucking up your arousal. you let out a sigh in pleasure, relaxing just as chan said you would.

it didn't matter how, what, when or where— chan was going to show you his affection. just like this morning, he only wanted to taste you, not even wanting to fuck you like that wouldn't please him too. no, he just wanted the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"mmh, so sweet," he praised, humming into you.

your clit throbbed from the attention he was giving you, and the words leaving his dirty mouth. he knew exactly how to use it wether that being on you or using it to say the things he knew would have you weak in the knees.

his tongue was moving in slow circles, taking his time and being gentle with you this early in the morning. you appreciated it, but your body needed more. everything was happening too slow.

usually, on any other occasion, chan would be eating you out as if he was starving. lips bright pink and swollen after being done with you. as much as you wanted, you had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he was taking his time. he wanted to savor every taste even though he knew he had you all the himself.

it was difficult to hold yourself back when being expressive with what you desire most. so you didn't, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

"more, chan please—" you beg. his next actions after pulling away surprise you though, considering he had been so gentle not too long ago. a sharp slap was sent against your folds. you jump at the obvious contact.

"i told you to relax and i'd do the work right?" he asked, if only you could see that look on his face, "don't act up."

you stayed quiet after that, other than the uncontrollable moans leaving you. chan became a lot more messy, even after him basically telling you to not tell him what to do. he was doing just as begged for.

"is this want you wanted? my poor little slutty angel just couldn't wait two seconds," he said, burying his face back into you.

you were a moaning mess already. the only thing that'd get you closer to your orgasm was if you could see his face. your lower body was just so cold— the more chan was eating at you like a madman, the more your body actually started to heat up.

it was almost like it was your first instinct to yank the blanket off of him, which is exactly what you did. earning a grin from chan once he looked up and realized he was no longer hiding under the covers, "like seeing me between your thighs?" you nod, lip stuck between your teeth. "you're the prettiest little thing, yunno?"

you couldn't stand how much he was praising you, it was hard to hide that his words effected you— and he knew they did. each swipe of his tongue sent another rush of pleasure through your veins and you already felt so close to your high.

chan knew your body so well, he knew when you on the verge of snapping. he kept his mouth on you, tongue focusing on your bud and sucking hard until he heard a cry from you.

"fuck— chan, i'm close," you moan, fingers in his curly locks and yanking him in closer.

he could smell, taste, and feel all of you— his mind was all over the place. you were so sweet in every way possible, it genuinely drove him nuts.

"you can cum, angel," he said, pulling away after every other word, "put all those sweet angel juices all over my face, go on."

chan was a fucking menace. he made you putty into his hands by just his words and tongue. you wondered how he did it— how he had the power to do such things.

"ah— jesus chan," you cried, body tensing and hips pushing down on your boyfriend's tongue.

chan allowed you to ride his tongue until you stopped moving. he pressed a kiss against you, making you shiver— this caused him to laugh a little, apologizing. "sorry," he said with a grin, "i can do that all day."

"well, we have things to do," you reply instantly, sitting up and closing your legs.

that was a lie. neither of you had to work, or had plans with friends. today was a free day, and all you wanted to do was lay and do absolutely fucking nothing. it wasn't like you could do much anyways considering the amount of snow piling up.

"yeah, like what?" chan asked.

your eyes got big, corners of your mouth curling, "cuddle and watch movies," you suggested, "it's a snow day."

he didn't argue, sitting next to you and pulling the blanket draped over the both of you up. he pulled you close and picked up the remote to begin surfing around for something to watch.

"anything you wanna watch specifically?" he asked, you shake you head, "no, surprise me," chan hummed, kissing your forehead then scrolled through the movies. your head was now rested on his chest, legs ontop of his and taking in all his warmth shared under the blanket.

nothing, honestly, could ever be better than this.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz smut #skz imagines #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #chan smut #chan imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #smut #imagine #imagines #christmas smut

[calxide]

⸻ SLEEPLESS NiGHTS 💤

kazuha x gn!reader | 500+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. i, literally, cannot sleep so i wrote this fic pls help. written in lowercase. not proofread pls just let me sleep already. words: milk, punch are mentioned. sleeping tgt. god when will i have this. just pure fluff, some brainrot, and definitely no sleep for me.

“i can't sleep.”

it's past two in the morning, yet here you are, standing in front of a dazed, closed-eyed kazuha — a plushie in your arms, blanket on your shoulders, and an oversized pajama.

kazuha tried his best to force his eyes open. but he fails, so he just sends you a smile.

“come in.” kazuha almost hit his head on the doorframe when he turned around to make way for you to get in.

you plopped yourself comfortably on his sofa. “sorry, i had a terrible sleeping schedule last week. now, i can't get it out of my system.”

you've been pulling all-nighters last week because of the hell-stack of schoolworks you had to do, and now, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, so you decided it's best to show up at your best friend's door at 2 am since you live in the same building anyway.

kazuha chuckled and went to the kitchen. “milk?”

“sure… i'll take anything to make me pass out.”

“a punch then?” he joked.

“why not?”

a few minutes later, he comes back with two glasses of milk in his hands. “here you go, sleepyhead.”

“you're the sleepy one here, dummy.”

“fake it til you make it, they say,” he joked and took a sip from his glass.

as soon as you both finished drinking, kazuha offered to bring it in the sink. after a while, he came back with a blanket enough to fit you two in—enough to cover the sofa you were sitting on.

you raised an eyebrow as if asking what's his plan for the night. kazuha simply shrugged, sat beside you again and covered you.

the blanket was fluffy. it was warm to be under the blanket, and even warmer with kazuha by your side.

you noticed him drifting off. kazuha has been a victim of your sleepless nights for quite awhile now, but he doesn't seem to mind. sometimes he'd ask you to tell him stories so your problems would come off your chest, sometimes he'd be the one to tell tales for you to fall asleep.

but tonight, kazuha's clearly tired, he's completely dozing off. his head was hanging and you're worried he might actually fall off the sofa.

“you can sleep on my shoulder, you know,” you whispered your offer. “or like, just lay your head on the sofa.”

without thinking much, kazuha immediately made himself comfortable using your shoulder as his pillow. you wondered if he had forgotten you were the one who he was supposed to help fall asleep.

although, you don't really mind. sometimes, it's not bad to lend a shoulder to a friend, literally.

you and kazuha just stayed like that for who knows how long — it was quiet, the comforting kind, with the only source of noise coming from the air-conditioner.

you examined his peaceful sleeping face. kazuha looked beautiful as he always does.

you smiled as you felt your heart flutter. ah, silly thoughts.

“good night, kazu,” you mumbled.

you planted a kiss on kazuha's hair, then laid your head on top of his. yawning, you finally felt the melatonin kicking in. and so, you drifted off to dreamland.

kazuha shifted his position a bit and smiled as if he was dreaming. “sweet dreams, y/n.”

NOTE hello hahahahaha 5 months in in 2024 and im back just because my eyebags are insanely bad and i havent had an 8-hour sleep since god knows when (exaggerated but u get my point) plzzz wait for me school is almost done. thanks hope i can fall asleep now... p.s. i havent written anything for so long now so i apologize...

#kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #✍ー rein writes

[elvisalltheway101]

••••••••••it’s impossible•••••••••

summary: Reader just can’t sleep, she never can. Elvis walks in just in time to help shush you to dream land.

author’s note: HEHHEEHEHHE! I’m back hunniessss. So I wanted to get this out before all the nasty deeds come flying out of my drafts. And let me tell, they’re gonna be nasty. Anyway, this is inspired by ahem, ✨me✨ I don’t have diagnosed insomnia but I’m rlly thinking I’ve got it. Lmao I’m too broke to care, ain’t nobody got that government money 😭🤧.

author won’t shut her chapped lips: so I really hope you guys enjoy…hehe the fluff for now. It’s gon be hell’s butter on bread real soon 😭.

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You huff to yourself in frustration. Tears flood into your doll eyes, only making the dark room fuzzy and cloudy. You purse your lips and frown, having absolutely no idea why you’re not getting any sleep. You were so tired earlier today, throughout the longing day, and now wide awake in bed.

You cross your arms, giving up as your chest heaves up and down in irritation. Thoughts, stupid thoughts that have nothing to do with anything just continue to swarm and bug you.

Is this even normal? You scoff to yourself finally, rolling your eyes that makes the tears streak down your cheeks. You rub your sweaty palms to your eyes, adjusting to the darkness and squinting at the dark, navy blue clock across.

You read, 1:13 am, and you groan. Throwing yourself back into the fluffy, silky sheets, and jumbo pillows arch into your back. You truly don’t know what’s wrong with you. It’s impossible to sleep like this! It’s impossible.

The sound of the bedroom metal, cool shiny door handle being twisted and opened clears your thoughts for a second. You glance back and meet the warm glowing eyes of your darling love. A soft sigh leaves your pretty lips as you look away and trail your gaze into your lap.

“Darlin’? Why ya still up? You’re usually asleep by the time I come back from work.” A warm, honey-sweet southern accent stuffs the room, a pinch of concern is present.

You shrug and frown, furrowing your brows and sighing heavily. You slump, your pretty pastel pink nightie hugs you loosely as one of the straps falls off one shoulder. “I-i dunno…I’m tired but I can’t sleep.” You admit, tilting your pretty head up to look him back in the eyes.

There’s an understanding spark of blue in those pupils that meet your eyes, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Walking slowly over to the bed, the soft sounds of his footsteps thudding onto the red, thick carpet are the only things that busy the room.

“Oh…gotcha, hunny? Is something on your mind?” He whispers out softly, crawling slowly onto the big fluffy and soft mattress. You don’t bother to look up though, still so absorbed and worried in what’s going on with you. Hell, you don’t even know what’s on your mind.

Everything seems to fall and not matter when a large pair of big chubby arms embrace you into a warming hug. “Baby, c’mon, ‘s okay, ya don’t gotta answer. I jus’ wanna sleep wit’ my yittle baby, mhm?” He whispers ever so gently into your locks of hair, the sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo fill his nostrils. You only nod slowly in agreement, wrapping your arms around his big frame. He’s almost like a huge soft, brown teddy bear.

His arms engulfing you into a bear hug keep you to his prodding belly that bulges into your side, and that only adds to this intimate, loving moment. Slowly falling to your sides, he pulls you closer and lets one hand slip away to swiftly grab the thick, velvety red blanket. Pulling it up your chin, only ending it up to his shoulder but he’s already warm enough in love.

You feel your eyelids already starting to droop, suffocated in his delicious spicy, strong scenting cologne, with the feels of his tickling chest hair that peeks out from his shirt. You nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing softly in delight and satisfaction.

“It’s impossible, ta tell the sun to leave the sky it’s just impossible.”

You hear the soft tone of his words, so light and an airy fluff. The scent of cherry coke and the faint scent of smokes from cigars lingers in his hot breath and warms above you, and you can feel his chest rise slightly as he takes in another breath to continue.

“It's impossible to ask a baby not to cry It's just impossible.”

He laughs out softly into your curly, puffy locks, gently shoving his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling the sweet, pretty scent of that new cherry strawberry perfume. “Can I hold you closer to me. And not feel you going through me? But the second that I never think of you Oh, how impossible”

He whispers out warmly against your skin, and your eyes close for bedtime. Your long lashes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings, as his voice continues to soothe you.

“Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore? It's just impossible”

He shakes his head to himself, and you feel a soft peck of his plump, hot lips press to your collarbone. His nose pokes against the silver necklace he had customized just for you, shimmers with its glittering font that reads: Your love. “If I had you, could I ever ask for more? It's just impossible”

He smiles and nods slowly, his heart fluttering at the memory of you and him buying it from the shop. When he draws in a long, wandering breath, he adjusts his arms on your body tighter and full of passion. “And tomorrow should you ask me for the world Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul And not regret it, for to live without your love Is just impossible”

He finally ends, ending with a hushed warm whisper. Finally pulling his face out of the warmth of your neck, he cups your doll jawline and scans so lightly of your calmed facial expression. You look so peaceful and restful as your eyes shut and you’re finally asleep. Leaning down to press a loving kiss to your smooth cheek, then holding, cradling you to his shoulder with a happy sigh. Shaking his head to himself and resting his own chin onto the peak of your itty bitty little pretty head,

“It’s impossible.”

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I hope you enjoyed! It’s been a while so…my apologies if it’s not as detailed as before. Anyways, love you lovesss

tagging my hunny dolls: @bigdaddyelvislover @jhoneybees

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[makeyoumine69]

No One but You 🖤

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Even a man like Patrick Bateman needs some love and care when he's sick.

◥ CONTAINS: (S)picy Fluff with Feelings🔥

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

◥ A/N: Since I'm terribly ill and the only thing that warms my heart is thinking about Patrick - I dreamed of taking care of him when he was sick. Also, I was inspired by this headcanon written by @bluujai 💗 I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

Imagine you heard his suspiciously hoarse voice while you were talking to him on the phone; you would ask him "is he okay?" and of course he would say he's more than okay - "nothing to worry about". But you wouldn't believe him, and right after that you would take a taxi to his place, even if it was pouring rain outside - you wouldn't care.

All the way to his apartment, you thought about how to persuade this stubborn idiot to accept your help and let you take care of him. Soon you were standing at the door of his apartment, the concierge had already warned him of your arrival.

Patrick slowly opened the door, his tired face only confirming your concern about his health. "(Y/N), I have no idea why you came, because I don't remember inviting you."

His grumpy intonation disappointed you at first, but then you glanced at him, noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, and something cracked in your chest, so you just pressed a hand against his abnormally hot cheek.

"You won't let me come in?"

"If I don't, I'll have to listen to your whining for almost … forever?" He tried to laugh but coughed heavily instead.

Without more words, you stepped into his apartment and held his shoulder, this time he didn't even try to fight.

"Do you have all the medicine you need?" You asked as you led him to his white couch, patting his back and feeling how wet the expensive fabric of his robe was.

Damn, he definitely had a fever.

"The doctor just left," he exhaled, resting his head on the back of the couch. "He gave me a list of meds that I think could compete with some novels in length."

You just nodded sympathetically, causing his eyebrows to knit and his voice to drop even lower: "Hey, don't look at me like that, I don't need that pitying glance!"

"I didn't… " you started to explain your genuine worry about him when you decided to leave this idea and just move on. "Give me the list, I'll go to the pharmacy."

"It's very rainy outside," he muttered, brushing the sweaty curls from his forehead. "You don't have to."

"Just give it to me, okay?"

Bateman gasped, pointing to the coffee table. Quickly, you picked up the list and left the apartment as suddenly as you had arrived.

Several hours later, you lay next to him, stroking the top of his head as he finally fell asleep. His heavy breathing made your heart sink as you wanted nothing more than to ease his pain and help him feel better. From time to time, you tugged the blanket around him, checking his forehead and feeling sad when it literally burned under your touch.

Still upset, you would get up from his bed and go to the bathroom to get a piece of cloth and soak it in cool water. Then you pressed it against his hot forehead and gently brushed away his messy hair. Asleep, Patrick would let out a sigh of relief and snuggle into your palm as you caressed his face, mumbling nearly audibly:

"It's going to be okay, my love," you kissed his nose and continued to brush his cheekbone. "I will be here for you. I always will… "

After saying that, you took his palm and pecked it lightly, and even though he couldn't hear you because he was asleep, his lips curled into a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. Jesus, he looked so vulnerable right now, so small, so helpless. You couldn't help but kneel down beside his bed and hug his sleeping form tightly, whispering something sweet into his ear.

Certainly, you had to take a few days off to make sure that Patrick was getting better. And he did, but his behavior seemed weird to you, especially when you noticed that you talked more in your conversations than he did, and it was not because he was sick, no. He was just very confused. Confused and out of touch because he wasn't used to be so vulnerable, so exposed. The way you cared about him was both shocking and heartwarming, but it was too difficult for him to accept, too damn difficult.

"I'm going to make chicken soup this time. My grandmother used to cook it for me when I was sick." You glanced at Bateman, who was sitting next to his kitchen island, looking better than he had a few days ago.

"Mmm, that's nice." He replied almost emotionlessly.

With a sharp breath, you placed a kitchen towel on the counter and stood across from him.

"Patrick, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he covered his mouth and coughed a little. "But if you keep asking me questions like that, something will really go wrong."

For some reason, the last sentence he said was exactly what you were waiting for. It was so him, so cheeky, so Patrick.

You didn't react, though, as you decided to continue cooking, peeking at him from time to time as he read the newspaper.

That night there was a huge thunderstorm, you woke up every time the lightning flashed in Patrick's bedroom. Sniffling, Bateman slept like a baby on his side and you couldn't resist drawing some invisible lines on his broad back, ohhhh he was so huge, just a pile of buffed muscles. You smiled to yourself at the delightful sensation of his soft skin under your fingers, and then you tried to sleep as much as you could.

But it didn't last long. When the loud clap of thunder echoed off the walls of his bedroom, you almost jumped, but his strong arms held you still. Breathing heavily, you tilted your head to the side to meet his eyes, now even more mesmerizing with the flashes of lightning reflected in them.

"Hmm, I even forgot that my little girl — is not a fan of thunderstorms," he murmured before pressing his warm palm to your cheek. "Don't worry, I'm here."

God, he always knew what to say, especially in moments like this.

"I … I didn't mean to wake you. Are you feeling better?"

He nodded and pulled you closer, his muscular arms now roaming around your shivering little frame, outlining the shape of your curves, paying special attention to your hips.

When Bateman reached your butt, he gave it a few playful squeezes that made your head spin like a tornado. "Patrick…you need to rest, you haven't fully recovered and…"

And he just cut you off with the tender kiss on your lips, turning you on your side to get closer and letting you wrap your hands around his torso. Bateman enjoyed every second of your lips moving against each other as he did his best to be gentle and not press you down with his weight. Closing your eyes, you moaned passionately against his mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue inside you.

It was so overwhelming.

Your bodies twisted together like snakes as you didn't stop touching each other even for a second. Sucking on your lower lip, Patrick suddenly brushed his palm against your breasts, teasingly pinching your nipples, and that was the last drop of self-control.

"Mmmhm, Patrick!" As you moaned, he quickly towered over you and pulled up your pajama top, exposing your heavy boobs.

"How I missed this." He purred so sexy before catching one of your nipples between his fingers, twisting it so skillfully, and taking another in his hot mouth.

"Ohh … y-yes … mmm, Patty … yes."

It didn't take long for you to turn into a whimpering, dripping mess as you writhed on his big bed and watched him play with your swollen nipples the way he liked. Panting, Bateman would switch between your little tips, sucking them greedily and then licking them barely sensibly.

When Patrick felt your body tense like a spring, he planted a sloppy kiss on the hollow between your boobs and then murmured: "Baby girl, do you want me … there?" He punctuated the last words with a noticeable push on your pubic bone, forcing your lungs to cramp.

"Patty," you stroked his flushed cheek, brushing away his brown strands. "You don't have to…"

"Shhh," he nuzzled against your nose. "I allowed you to take care of me, now let me take care of you, sweetheart."

Trembling, you had to crease the sheets beneath you as his experienced fingers began to play with your oversensitive bud. You moaned again and again, each time louder than the one before.

Patrick was gently kissing your face, watching you close your eyes in pleasure. "I love seeing you like this, honey. Such a perfect little angel." Bateman mused into your ear before he leaned down to your tits and repeated his ravenous assault on them once again.

"A-awwww!" you whimpered, arching your back as he nipped at one of your nipples, his fingers starting to rub your clit more intensely, causing a slick sound to mix with your lustful squeals. "I'm so c-close, mmm-aah."

"I know, honey." He moved up to your face and gently looped his hand around your neck, letting you rest your head on it.

"Mmm, P-Patrick," you looked into his eyes, balancing yourself on the edge, desperately trying to hold onto his firm body. "P-Please…"

Affectionately, Bateman smooched your temple and whispered in a demanding tone. "Cum for me, baby … just like a good girl you are."

The way his finger pads brushed against your little tip was almost unbearable, not to mention when Patrick pressed his forehead against yours, speeding up his ministrations to the maximum.

A coil in your lower abdomen finally snapped, and you couldn't help but wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. It seemed as if the walls of your womb were spasming countless times in a row, and you trembled under him like a little kitten. To calm you down a bit, Patrick locked his lips on yours, kissing them, licking them, tugging on your lower one. You were kissing for almost an eternity, until your lips were swollen, and your lungs ached from lack of oxygen.

Later, you lay on his broad chest, his big palm caressing your forehead.

"Patrick … "

"Hmm?"

You pecked at one of his beefy tiddies before continuing: "I love you."

He didn't answer, but you could feel him smiling against your forehead, and there was nothing more to add.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #american psycho x reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

-punches 2023- stop bein’ mean to my Nat. 😡😤

-blows a kiss to 2024- be good to Nat please. 🥰🥰

I really hope next year is better to you, bb. 💜💜💜

but um 👀 maybe #15 hurt/comfort with Ransom? 😍

15. “If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

You’re so sweet, Cupcake, I love you ✨🤍✨🤍

And I love making our sweater boy the softest sweetie on earth.

Ransom hated getting home so late. He hated it even more than he hated spending time with his fucked up dysfunctional mess of a family. One of these days he was actually going to get up the nerve to blow them off, but today had not been that day.

It was after midnight by the time he pulled into the driveway and he knew you were going to already be asleep. He did his best to be as quiet as possible, the last thing he wanted was to wake you up. But then when he was halfway up the stairs and heard you making soft whimpering noises and he rushed to you.

You were all curled up under the blankets and clutching a pillow to you, tears streaming down your cheeks and making him feel like the world’s biggest asshole even though it wasn’t his fault. When he sat on the bed and brushed your hair away from your face your eyes fluttered open, your bottom lip quivering and a tiny sob escaping from you when he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Baby, are you okay?” Ransom hushed you and pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back as he let you tuck your face into his shoulder. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Yeah.” You snuggled closer to him and gripped his sweater in your fists to try to anchor yourself. “I don’t like having to sleep without you here, I always have bad dreams when you’re not home.”

Ransom held you close and started rocking back and forth, kissing your hair while you sniffled and let yourself cry. When he felt you winding down he tilted your head back so he could kiss the tip of your nose, returning your reluctant smile and kissing the tears from your cheeks.

“There’s my little ray of sunshine.” Now he definitely knew he was going to blow off his family from now on, that sweet look on your face made his chest feel warm. “If you feel safer with me being here, you know I will always be here.”

⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂

#natalie answers #nat’s blue birthday #love my mutuals #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #hurt/comfort

[disasterbiwriter]

You already know I want to read about what happens the first time Jess gets sick and how Luke handles it 😅

As he has every morning since he brought Jess home six weeks ago, Luke wakes up at 3 AM.

It's not terribly far off from his standard 4 AM wake-up-and-meet-the-bread-guy schedule, but given that he hasn't been falling asleep until midnight most of those nights, a victim of sky-high anxiety and a mental to-do list that feels as long as his leg, it feels a little insulting that his body won't permit him to at least sleep until his alarm goes off.

He tries to focus on his breathing in hopes that he'll ease himself back to sleep for another blessed twenty minutes, but the minute his eyes close again, he becomes aware of the barest pressure on the edge of his blanket.

Luke cracks open one eye to see his three-year-old nephew standing next to him, all bedhead and solemn dark eyes.

"Hey Jessy," he croaks. He pushes up on an elbow. "What's up, bud?"

Jess shrugs and doesn't say anything. Not unusual - he's still shy around Luke, warming up by degrees day after day.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Luke tries.

Jess shakes his head.

Luke hesitates, not sure what to do next, then finally tries, "Do you want to come up here and try to go back to sleep?"

That's all it takes. Jess scrambles up the side of the bed and wedges himself firmly against Luke's ribcage. Luke is instantly on the verge of tears.

It's the first time Jess has ever reached out to touch him first.

Luke thinks he's in for it now, an hour of wiggles and kicking, but Jess drops back to sleep immediately. It's impressive, his ability to konk out like that. Luke envies it. Jess's little mouth drops open and the tight fist he has clutched up under his chin relaxes.

Moving centimeters at a time, Luke lowers himself back down on the mattress and gently reaches down to stroke Jess's hair. He breathes in the little boy's sleepy, sweaty scent, which has become so familiar to him he wonders how he ever did without it before. Luke frowns, then dips his head closer and takes another deep breath.

Jess smells... wrong. His normal, sweet, little-boy smell is still there, but he also smells mildly of something vaguely sour and phlegmy. Luke frowns and gently presses the back of his hand to Jess's forehead. A little sticky, maybe, and warm, but not unduly so.

Hm.

"He... smells sick?"

Luke tries to keep his voice level, but Jess's preschool teacher, Ms. Marian, sounds like she thinks he's nuts, and frankly Luke's temper is its own beast even when people aren't treating him like he's crazy.

He counts backwards from ten, then says, "I just figure keeping him home today is the right way to go. If he's better tomorrow, he'll be back then."

Luke stays on high alert for the rest of the day, taking Jess's temperature every hour or so, chasing the little boy down as he wanders through the diner. It's normal all day, and Jess is himself: tactile, curious, still quiet but getting bolder the longer he lives with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, is exhausted from trying to keep up with regular business and making sure that Jess doesn't climb into a bag of flour.

"But imagine how you'd feel if you'd sent him to school and he was sick," Lorelai says that afternoon when he admits that he feels like a mother hen. She's moving through the diner in this balletic way, delivering meals, bussing tables, plucking up one of Jess's crayons to add eyebrows to the monster they are drawing piece by alternating piece. It's starting to look uncomfortably like Taylor Doose, and Luke is certain this is not a coincidence.

"I guess," he grumbles.

"You gotta go with your gut. But guts can be famously hard to interpret." She rubs one hand over her stomach, stretching her face comically and bringing a giggle out of Jess. "Sometimes I think my gut is telling me one thing, but really it's just saying it needs one of Luke's brownies."

"Brownies?" Jess asks hopefully.

Luke shakes his head and checks the register one last time - plenty of singles, quarters, and dimes. "After dinner," he tells Jess. He comes out from behind the counter and angles his nephew towards the stairs. "Tomorrow?" he asks Lorelai.

"It's only a dayyyyy awayyyyy!" she carols after him.

They eat dinner and Jess happily scarfs down the promised brownie. Luke gives him a bath and sniffs his head again (still a little sour), so he washes his hair twice. They read I Am a Bunny once and The Monster at the End of this Book one and a half times (Luke's Grover voice was apparently unsatisfactory in the first attempt) and by the time Jess is asleep, Luke is halfway there himself. He strips and showers and collapses into bed and is asleep before The Arsenio Hall Show.

So when he jolts awake in the middle of the night, fully alert, he assumes it's because he went to bed so blessed early. He glances at the clock: half past twelve. So then what...

The sharp bark that rings out through the apartment pulls him immediately out from under his quilt and to his feet. A seal, he is convinced there is a seal in the apartment. What the hell kind of dream...?

The seal calls again, but this time Luke registers it for what it is. Not a seal, a cough.

He turns on his bedside lamp and squints across the room. There's Jess, sitting up in bed, curled over like an apostrophe. His back is turned towards Luke, and the sharp, barking coughs shake his little frame.

"Oh buddy," Luke murmurs. He palms the thermometer and crosses over to Jess, dropping into a crouch in front of his nephew.

He instinctively touches his wrist to Jess's forehead and hisses in a breath. "Hey Jessy," he says softly, trying for calm, "open up your mouth and let's take your temperature, huh?"

Jess coughs again - it sounds so deeply uncomfortable that it makes Luke want to cough in response. "No, Unca Luke," he whispers - or Luke thinks he's whispering. He realizes a split second later Jess is so hoarse his voice can't get any louder. "My neck hurts," he says now. "Inside." He swipes at his nose, smearing snot across his little cheeks. It's a testament to his two months as a parent that Luke doesn't gag.

"Ahh. Sore throat, huh? Okay then." Luke settles for wedging the thermometer under Jess's armpit, feeling like the lowest dog in the dirt when Jess whimpers that it's cold. They sit for a few moments until Luke pulls out the thermometer and reads it.

101.3.

"Shit," Luke whispers. "Shit."

"Unca Luke, it's too cold." And like a flipped switch, Jess starts shivering so hard it makes his pearly little teeth chatter.

Luke's head swims. "Well, we can do something about that," he lies. He takes Jess's comforter and wraps the little boy up in it, scooping him up into his arms and bundling him against his chest.

In between spikes of panic, Luke manages to get Jess to take a dose of Junior Tylenol, all the while running through the list of options.

Call the pediatrician and leave a message with his service - no idea when he'll call back. Take Jess to the emergency room in Hartford - Luke hates the idea of Jess shivering and crying in the backseat for that long. Call someone - Cesar? Lorelai? - to drive them to the emergency room so he can sit with Jess. He's pretty sure nobody signed up to play ambulance service for their boss and his nephew when he hired them.

All the while Jess is still shivering against Luke's chest, no energy to do anything except cough and wheeze, while Luke spirals closer and closer to a full meltdown.

God, if things weren't already bad enough, Jess's cough is getting so sharp and acute that Luke is starting to get properly scared. Every cough makes his pulse rocket, every whistle from Jess's little lungs is enough to make him choke down tears. His whole body aches to do something, anything to help the little boy.

Suddenly, he finds himself remembering a night not unlike this one: waking up in the wee hours in his childhood home on Peach to the sound of a sharp cough and his mother's soothing voice. He followed the sounds to the bathroom he and Lizzy shared to find her sitting on their mother's lap, the hot water running in the shower, the room tropically steamy.

"Lizzy's got a touch of the croup, is all," his mother explained. "We'll sit here in the steam and she'll be good as new. Go on back to bed, hon. I've got her."

He doesn't believe in messages from beyond the veil or anything hokey like that - that was always Liz's deal - but that doesn't stop Luke from whispering a thank you to his mother as he bundles Jess into the bathroom.

Luke turns the water as hot as it will go and turns on the shower. The residue from Jess's apple-scented shampoo is still on the tub, so for a moment the room smells pleasantly like a pie. Luke settles down on top of the toilet seat lid, tucks Jess up under his chin, and sort of awkwardly rocks them both from side to side.

"Okay, Jessy. Let's just hang out in here for a little bit, okay? The nice warm air is going to help your cough. You're gonna feel better in no time, okay?"

"I want to sleep," Jess moans. He coughs again, rough this time. "I want my ducky pillow."

Luke curses himself. Of course he should have grabbed the ducky pillow! "I know, Jessy," he says aloud. "You're tired. It's late and you're ready to sleep, I hear you. Let's get this cough taken care of and then we'll get some shut eye. I'll stay home tomorrow and we can rest and watch whatever you want on TV."

"Babar," Jess says meekly.

"Babar," Luke agrees.

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Sure, bud. Once your cough gets a little better you can snuggle up in my bed. We'll get ducky pillow and you and I, we'll have a sleepover. But for now why don't you just try to sleep on me, okay? I'm not as good as a ducky pillow but Uncle Luke is pretty soft too."

Jess whimpers a little. "It's too bright."

"It sure is, kid." Luke rises into a half stand and manages to use one elbow to knock off the lights. He settles back down onto the toilet lid and gently rubs Jess's back. He watches the steam swirl around them in the glow of the nightlight.

Eventually they both fall asleep. Luke wakes up at eight to the water in the shower running ice cold. Jess wakes up when he feels Luke shift and demands french toast. He's sweaty and cheerful, bright eyed as he smears syrup all over his face.

Thirty-five years later, it's the middle of the night when Luke gets the call.

"I don't know what to do," Jess says raggedly.

"Hey, it'll be okay. Let me listen to her."

There's a pause. Then, "Hi Pops" echoes weakly over the line, followed by an old familiar bark of a cough.

"Hi honey-girl. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Let me talk to your daddy again."

There's a shuffle, and then, "Well? Should we go to the ER?"

"It's the croup, Jess. She's got the croup. Go ahead and take her into the bathroom and let the shower run, sit in the steam. She'll be okay. You've got her."

#hey remember that time i demanded asks and then stopped writing? #this one's for ernest who makes my brain wake up whenever she lets me read her writing #ernest only asks lovely things #jess danes au #i'm here jess au #luke danes #jess mariano #sick fic #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfic #am writing #fanfic

[sheawritesstuff]

The Warmth of Sleep

[Geordi x Cutie]

[Fluff - 552 words]

It was early - too early - when the outside cold snuck into Geordi’s bed. He shivered slightly and pulled the shared blanket up over his head, hiding beneath the covers like a child scared of the dark. He curled himself into a tight ball and screwed his eyes shut in hopes he would be able to fall back to sleep. His attempts at counting sheep quickly derailed into imagining sheep racing like horses with riders and betting and the whole nine yards. It simply wasn’t working. And he was still cold.

Warm palms startled him away from his thoughts as they rubbed soft circles into his back. Their warmth flooded through his body and he found himself absentmindedly scooting closer to the source. Cutie giggled and wrapped their arms around his waist, pulling him flush against their chest. He hummed contentedly as he relaxed into his new uncoiled position. 

“You’re warm,” he mumbled. His voice gave away the not-so-secret fact that he was still half-asleep. Cutie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his exposed shoulder. They nuzzled their face against his neck and hummed a soft “mhmm”.

He turned his head slightly and asked, “You wanna come in?” It was a gentle invitation that added an extra layer of vulnerability to the already intimate moment. It was sweet. They were always happy to share that connection with their lover, but they’d been more conservative with the use of their abilities lately. 

“You sure you want me in?” He squeezed their arm softly as he gazed at them. 

“I’m sure.” They entered his mind and found a welcome wave of thoughts waiting for them. 

Warm. Soft. Good, this is good. I think I like being little spoon…

They smiled and held him tighter. 

Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I like being big spoon, huh?

He breathed out of his nose in a half-laugh. 

Yeah. I like this. It’s comfy. It’s safe. You feel safe.

Geordi put his hand on their arm again. They rubbed the side of their face against his neck with a soft hum. 

Good. You’re always safe with me, my love.

I love you.

I love you too, Geordi. 

He smiled and then yawned, shuffling back down so his shoulders were back under the blanket. 

Comfy. Tired. More sleep? Sleepy cuddles? 

They huffed and tangled their legs up with his. 

Of course. Go back to sleep, baby. We can make breakfast when we decide to actually get up. ‘Til then, you can have all the sleepy cuddles you could ever need.

Oh yeah? All the cuddles huh? Ooh, don’t make a boy a promise…

They groaned and shook their head against his shoulder. He giggled and turned his body just enough to see Cutie’s face. He gave them a soft kiss and smiled for a long moment. 

“Good night, Cutie,” he said quietly, just above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Geordi. Sweet dreams.” They pressed a kiss to his cheek and helped him settle back into a comfortable position. He snuggled against them, basking in their warmth, and drifted off to sleep. The soft echo of Warm. Safe. Comfy. followed his descent back into unconsciousness. Cutie waited until he was fully asleep to leave his mind and settle themself back down to a restful sleep. 

#this one's a little short #but its 10:30 and I'm tired #anywho I love geordi #he deserves fluff #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted geordi #redacted asmr geordi #redacted audio geordi #redacted cutie #redacted fanfic #shea writes

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

use this to talk about soft vore?

i wanna know how it can be soft or comforting pls tell me

oh my god my first anon

yes! yes i will! im actually kinda in the mood for soft comforting stuff rn so this is perfect

btw warning you now this is gonna be incredibly self indulgent (hope its not too much lol)

also i wrote this w/ g/t in mind

AAAHHH i love soft preds… maybe the prey’s having a rough day and just wants to chill, so the pred picks them up in a hand, peppering their small body with kisses, humming at their taste.. they just wanna make their prey happy! they get all squirmy, asking to be eaten so they can rest, so the pred slips them into their mouth, softly biting and tasting them, pushing them oh so softly around with their tongue, just savoring them and hoping the soft pressure calms the prey down. maybe they sit there for a bit, soaking up the nice feelings and the warmth of their pred’s mouth, comforting in ways they can't express. they lay on the pred’s soft tongue, feeling drool pile up around them, signaling the need to swallow.

hesitantly but sure the pred carefully presses the prey up to the top of their mouth, swallowing their drool that tastes like their friend, then the prey themselves.. the prey just melts at the touch, slowly making it down the pred’s throat, pressing into their body like a reassuring, full-body hug.. they savor every feeling, trying not to squirm and risk it being too much for their partner, finally slipping into the stomach. there they stretch out(hearing the pred hum in delight at the feeling), getting comfy and curling up against the so, so soft stomach walls like a cat. the prey feels saliva sticking to their clothes and hair, something that would usually be gross if it wasn't a reminder of how much they are cared for, how much they are loved, to be as close to someone as they ever could be. the prey lets a smile creep onto their features, hearing the pred mumble something about how perfect they taste, how wonderful they feel inside, how ethereal their movements feel, how fucking amazing and loved they are.. the prey digs a hand into the folds of the pred’s stomach, rubbing back in a non-verbal way of saying yes, of thank you, of i love you. maybe the pred purrs- they really needed this too, didn't they? the pred’s stomach churns around them softly, another feeling reminiscent of a hug that just makes the prey’s face go all warm. they hear their friend’s heart beat softly in time with their own, the comforting sound of their breaths luring them to a drowsy, half asleep state, the temperature reminding them of fresh blankets just out of the dryer or a nice warm bath. the soft gurgles around them only comfort them instead of worry them, knowing that their pred would never ever dream of hurting them, knowing they only want them to feel better- which has definitely been accomplished by now. the prey drifts off to the sound of quiet praise and the feeling of belly rubs from the inside, too tired to keep doing it themself, feeling so goddamn loved.

maybe later the prey gets a mini bath in the sink once they're out, pred washing them off with soap, making sure everything’s out of their hair and clothes, wrapping them up in a warm washcloth and holding them in their hand or on the pred’s chest, staring down at the prey with adoration obvious in their features. they can tell everything they did helped both parties, already planning when they could both do it again some time.

AAAHHH SORRY I GOT REALLY SAPPY THERE… platonic and romantic vore just gets me… im a sucker for soft shit like this, its what got me into vore in the first place lol- the soft touches and nonverbal reassurance is just so sweet to me, its such a show of how much ppl care abt one another, to keep someone safe INSIDE OF THEM, WHERE THEY’RE AS CLOSE AS THEY CAN BE TO EACH OTHER??? HOW IS THAT NOT ADORABLE.

PEOPLE PLS FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR MORE I LOVE WRITING/TALKING ABOUT VORE!!!!

#soft vore #safe vore #comfort vore #THANK YOU ANON!!!!!! #i churned this out so fast lol #sorry if the formatting/pacing is weird i did this on mobile and im half asleep so idc abt mistakes rn #v0re #vore writing #v0re writing #extreme cuddling #cervid works

[lamnwar]

Kind of sad today, well sad isn't the best way to describe it, either way kinda need that good ol' fanservice cause I kind of want to sleep but I can't so maybe sad but sleepy reader x Midorima, Kise and Takao fluffy goodness. I don't want to give more than three. Thank you if you accept.

Aw baby hope you've got some rest and feel better 💕 I'm gonna feed you some fluff, in hope that it helps, big love <3

SWEET DREAMS, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

Context: how your s/o treats you when you're down and tired.

Pairing: Midorima + Kise + Takao x gn! Reader

Warning: 110% comfort and fluff because we all need it sometimes 💕

MIDORIMA

Ok ok but let's start this by saying that he is a very observant boy

He may not speak a lot, but be assured that he notices the slight changes in your behaviour and expression that can indicate how you feel

So the second you come before him looking exhausted with life, he's noticed it already

He won't be upfront about it though

Don't expect him to say anything to cheer you up

He'll still help, but it's in the little things he does

He'll get you a cup of your favourite bevarage and maybe your favourite snack if you're hungry

If you wanna vent, he'll gladly listen

He's such a good listener omg

But if you're too tired to talk , he'll ask you to join him in bed while he reads you something

You'll just cuddle in him while his soothing voice calms you down

He's not really a physical person, but when you feel down he'll actually initiate contact with you

You're not even noticing but he's stroking your hair while he reads

And he'll wait till you're sound asleep

When he's sure that you are resting, he'll cover you up with his fluffiest blanket and he'll leave a sweet kiss on your forehead

He'll check on you in the morning by sending you your horoscope

Probably lying by saying that it's your lucky day just to cheer you up (but really, he'd only ever lie for you)

KISE

This boy didn't grow up to be the kind to care about others' feelings, but you?

As soon as he sees your tired face and that sad aura surrounding you, he turns on his protective mode

He'll get so worried

He has a hard time understanding that you actually don't wanna talk about it

But after a little while he'll calm down and will cater to your needs

He'll ask you what you want, and will get exactly that for you

Want food? He's already buying your favourite snacks

Want to take a bath? He's got the water running already and candles lit up in the bathroom

Want to cuddle? His arms are wide open for you

Want to cry? He's got boxes of tissues ready

Eventually, you tell him that you just want to sleep this away, and he's again supplying

He'll cover your bed with the comfiest blankets, has your favourite plushies around, and he's got some essential oils ready to rub them on your temples

He'll stay by your side as long as you need him and as long as it takes for you to fall asleep

And the second you wake up, he's here with a warm cup of your favourite beverage, asking if you're ok

He might be too much, but in moments like that you do really appreciate his presence

TAKAO

Omg this boy is usually so cheerful that you never expect him to catch on your moods

But like Midorima, he is very observant

Behind his teasing smiles and jokes, he actually takes note of every little thing about you

So when you show up in front of him, completely drained physically and emotionally

He knows he has to be serious for a moment there

It's kinda confusing, because his serious self is very different from what you are used to

Sure, if he feels like it's appropriate, he'll drop one or two jokes to see you smile

But since you are tired, he rather be more calm around you

He'll be all smile and sweetness

He's the kind to massage your shoulders to help you let out some tension

And he'll take this tone of voice that is so smooth just because he knows that it's like a lullaby to you

Talking of which, if you want him to sing you a lullaby, he 100% will

He'll lend you his hoodie for you to sleep in

And he'll join you in bed so he can hold you till you're asleep

Takao understands that you are really really tired, so he won't speak much

But he'll murmur some sweet words to you just to make you fall asleep

If you want him to stay the night with you, he'll gladly will

And if the next morning you are still tired, he'll make all the calls so you can stay home and rest a bit

And because he is such a service man, you won't have to move a single bit

He'll do everything for you: getting you food, doing chores, literally anything so that you don't have to lift a single finger

Honestly, he's the sweetest guy and you're lucky to have him around

#now this has to be one of the cutest hcs i've ever made omg #hope you enjoy it too :) #knb #kuroko no basuke #midorima shintarou #kise ryota #takao kazunari #midorima x reader #kise x reader #takao x reader #knb x reader #knb hcs #knb headcanons #knb fluff

[sammyboyimagines]

Road Trip Pt. 3

Summary: You were finding it hard to deal with Steve, and it was only 3 hours into the road trip. How could you possibly last 2 days? Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (minors I will tell your mothers, leave now!!), angst smut, enemies to lovers, smut and more smut, one-bed trope-ish, dirty talk, oral sex, swearing, partial angry sex?? idk if there's more

//this is my first time writing smut, I did so much research on this, idk how good it'll be but it is something! It is words!

The front door slammed closed in front of you as you grappled with the idea that Steve had just placed in your head. 

He thought you were using him?

You paused a few minutes, hoping Steve might feel a change of heart. You honestly didn't expect him to say that. You thought he would say he didn't want to do this anymore. That was the vibe you were getting from the minute you stepped into his car. You could feel the tension in the room, and he wasn't even there!

As you waited for Steve longer and longer, you decided to let him take the bed. You detested him, but you wouldn't make him suffer while you snuggled in a warm queen bed alone. The small stained yellow sofa in the corner of the room became your bed. Soon you were turning off the lights in the room and curling up.

Steve was sitting in his car, his head leaning against the freezing steering wheel. He would have slept in his car, but it was way too cold outside, even if he had a million blankets. 

Steve always had a vision of how he would have confessed his feelings to you. He would have invited you for a movie night at his house and confessed his feelings over greasy pizza and popcorn. You'd reply with something along the lines of "I like you too," Obviously, Steve knew it would go a little different than that. He'd probably stutter a little when he caught a glimpse of your gorgeous eyes watching him. His hands would start to get clammy as the words "I'm in love with you" catch in his throat before he could tell you. He'd forget his whole speech the minute your sweet laughter filled his ears as you watched him struggle to remember his words.

In his head, he imagined himself already dating you. He could imagine his head in your lap, a book in your hand as you read and slowly brush your soft hands through his tangled hair. He imagined going away with you, sleeping in until the late morning with the sun shining through sheer white drapes on a Sunday. 

But that was gone now. His dreams of finally having you in his arms were gone from the moment he heard Tommy talking about you. He tried to date Nancy, hoping that he'd forget about you. He couldn't.

Each time he'd see your face in the hallway, it felt like he was seeing you for the first time. He'd push the image out of his mind. Your loving and kind eyes still had the same feelings for him, even if he couldn't see past the hatred you feigned. 

He tried several girls, hoping one of them would make him feel the same way he had felt about you, but to no avail. It was hard for him to move on. He enjoyed his short-lived relationship with Nancy but deep down he still thought of you, he'd never tell you that though. After all, you didn't really care for him, right?

He gave himself a mental pep talk. He saw the lights to your room go off, so he assumed you were falling asleep now. He took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face. "It's just one night, then we can get this over with."

If he was being honest, he was hurt by your cold demeanor. He couldn't understand you, that much he knew. He had tried for years to understand why you had affected him and how you'd grown so dear to him, but he couldn't. You were an enigma, a beautiful, cold, confusing enigma. Steve reaches in his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a picture.

It's you. You're sitting on your bed reading some textbook from a class that he'd probably failed. He always thought the sight was beautiful. The focused look on your face as you curl your legs up to get comfortable, the way your face would scrunch up as you did your homework. It was all perfect. You were perfect. 

He takes the small picture between his two hands and rips it in half. Then in half again, and again. 

He shoves it into the glove box without a second thought, the small shards of the photograph spreading out as he placed them down. He got out of his car and walked back to your room. Steve felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He ran away from you like a coward.

He unlocked the door, flinching as it started to creak when he pushed it open. He was relieved to see you weren't in his face, ready to argue again. He never wanted to spend another minute with you once he heard the rumor, but now he was sharing a room with his ex-best friend. 

Steve glanced over at your sleeping figure curled up on the sofa and sighed in defeat. A small part of him felt terrible for being so harsh and rude to you, however, he had been holding those feelings back for a long time. 

He changed into some loose sweatpants and a plain shirt, shivering slightly when the cold air from the fan above the bed finally got to him. He slipped into bed and attempted to fluff up the singular, flattened pillow that the hotel provided. He quickly felt himself drift off into a much-needed sleep. Until he heard shuffling. 

He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to bring himself out of the blissful feeling of being half-asleep. The shuffling continued, and he opened his eyes when you sighed and stood up, the aged floorboards creaking underneath you. Steve was a pretty heavy sleeper, but he preferred silence when he was trying to sleep at 5 in the morning.

"Y/n, will you stop making so much noise?" Steve wanted his much-needed rest. He got grumpy when he was tired, something you already knew whenever you'd have sleepovers as kids. He always fondly remembered you giggling late at night because he would have mumbled something in his sleep. The feeling of waking up to your sweet, silent laughter; took his breath away.

"You try sleeping on a tiny old sofa with weird stains. The damn sheet won't stay on." You clutched the extra provided sheet in your hands as you attempted to spread it over the sofa. "Okay, but can you just not make noise?" Steve didn't realize how mean he was.

"Can you not bother me for five minutes? We both aren't getting what we want." You were also grumpy. Steve took this personally.

"Oh, I'm bothering you? I'd say it's the other way around. You know, you're being a real bitch today." you let out a gasp, he knew he messed up. He was too drowsy to realize what words were leaving his mouth. "Who made me act like this? You. You brought this on yourself the moment you asked me to help you burn that fucking lab down. Either you quit acting like I hurt you or I'm hitching a ride and going back to Hawkins." by the end of your sentence, you were right next to the bed with your finger pointed at him. You turned the bedside lamp on as you felt another argument coming on.

"You did hurt me! You were using me for whatever your sick reason was! You probably wanted to use me so you could fuck the popular seniors, is that what it was? I always saw you eyeing that one guy, what was his name?" he didn't know why he was saying this, even he was shocked at what he was saying. All he knew was that you looked absolutely stunning with your messy hair and shorts that barely covered anything. Of course, he thought you looked amazing in anything.

"Seriously? Do you think I was interested in those assholes? How many times do I have to tell you that I wasn't using you! I could have got what I wanted like 2 years ago if that was true!" you rubbed your face tiredly. The people sleeping in the next room were probably silently begging for the noise to stop. He stands up and walks towards you, the scent of his cologne filling the air. You felt your hands clam up as you tried to distract yourself from him. Steve had the perfect view, he could see your lacy bra peeking out of your low-cut tank top. He hated to admit it, but he could never get over you. He'd imagine the way your tits would feel against him while making out.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would have taken off with my money or something too." he was standing now, about 5 inches from you. Your bodies were practically touching. As angry as you were, feeling Steve's warm body heat was something you were starving for during this cold November night.

"You really are delusional. Since when have I even borrowed any money from you? I have my own job, fuck you and your money." you laughed to yourself. The situation wasn't funny, it was just unbelievable how untrusting he was. 

"Oh, I'm sure you'd like to, huh, Y/n? Fuck me and use me to get ahead. That sounds just like you." with that, you'd had enough. 

You slapped him.

That was new. "I don't know what your fake friends told you about me, but it's not true. If you weren't so obsessed with yourself-" he cut you off by Steve's hands entrapping you against the wall. One hand slips down from the wall to cup your jaw as he pulled you into a frantic kiss. Steve expected you to pull away, but you stayed. The kiss was truly sinful and heated. You'd be an idiot to pull away right now. Steve's large hand cupped the side of your face as he pressed himself against you, his body firm and warm. You shivered from the sudden affection and warmth. 

Steve pulled away slowly, his quick breaths fanning against your lips as he was only an inch away from your lips. You wanted to pull him back and take what was so close to you. "No, I was obsessed with you, Y/n. Don't you get it?" he pressed a hand against your lower back, dragging you closer to him. "God you're so hot when you're angry at me.." he chuckles to himself as he leans forward to leave gently sloppy kisses along your jawline. 

"You have a lot to make up for, Steve," Steve smirked against your collarbone when he heard a small whimper leave your mouth. "I know, baby. I'll make it up to you. I've wanted to do this for years." he mumbled as he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, inhaling sharply at the feel of your soft warm skin underneath.

Steve pulled away and tugged at your top gently, his lips red and glistening as he held you close to him. Normally, he had good self-control, but around you, when you were in his face with so much emotion. He couldn't ignore the way your perfume drove him crazy the moment you got in his face to yell at him. He couldn't ignore your outfit either. He'd fantasized about this throughout the years, but being here with you now, he was drunk on the feeling of your lips on his, your body so close to him, your soft delicious moans filling his ears. Pure bliss.

He couldn't hold back.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he breathed out a low groan. "Are you okay with this?" his chest was starting to heave, and you couldn't help but admire the sight. His hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed a light red from excitement. He was exactly what you needed right now. Whether you had a bad past or not, you would throw it away for a chance to make up. 

"God yes, Steve. I've wanted this for a long time too.." you could see Steve's eyes light up in amusement. He hums, "Mm, how long, baby? Wanna hear you say it.." His hands traveled to your ass, groping the flesh underneath your sheer, tiny shorts. He'd keep those on if he could, anything to see the delicious sight of you bent over in front of him while reaching for something you dropped. But right now, his goal was to make up for lost time and rude accusations. 

"Years.." your breathy moans only fueled the fire growing inside him. He was getting more confident by the minute. You, his long-term crush, were now confessing that you've liked him for years. He could die happy knowing you felt the same way. But then he felt the guilt. The overwhelming, gut-churning guilt. 

"Such a good girl..." he started, pulling your thin tank top above your head and aimlessly tossing it aside. "I'm sorry for being so mean, I was being an idiot." He held your waist, both of your hearts practically beating out of your chests.

"Steve, you're forgiven. Just promise me you will come to me before you believe your stupid friends." the words made him physically relax in front of her. He nodded frantically as he ran his hands up and down your torso. "Of course babe. As I said, I was an idiot." He wanted to let you know that he felt terrible. You bit your lip in anticipation and held his face in your hands. "You are an idiot. But you're a really hot idiot." you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers brushing through his thick brown hair as you made out with him. 

Steve reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling his lips away from yours. "Lay on the bed for me." after he said that, he took that as his chance to take his shirt off. Steve looked up at you from the floor and his face softened. If he could stay in this spot for eternity, he'd be happy. He never realized how much you affected him, but seeing you here so vulnerable and loving. It opened his eyes.

"Jesus you are so hot" he couldn't keep his eyes off of your gorgeous thighs as he stumbled out of his sweatpants. The lamps' golden light shining against your pretty, beautiful figure made part of him want to skip ahead to the good part, but the other part wanted to take his time with you to make up for his behavior.

He crawled onto the bed and pressed a firm, yet loving kiss to your lips. "Is this okay? Will you let me fix my stupid mistakes and make it up to you?" Steve wanted you to know how sorry he was. What better way to let you know than to make love to you.

Once he got your approval, he slid his hands up your torso and gently kneaded your breasts, adoring the feeling of your soft skin. "Fuck this is a dream.." he hums to himself. Steve wanted to tell you how perfect you were in this moment, in every moment in fact. Even when you were mad at him, he still found it difficult to focus when your cute nose would scrunch up at certain words, or the way you'd talk with your arms when scolding him. 

"Mm stop teasing, Harrington" he chuckled at your words and pressed light kisses down your chest and stomach. "Just wanna take my time with you, babe. Make up for wasted time." you bit back a moan as his soft lips took his time getting to where you wanted him the most. 

Steve positioned himself between your thighs as he paid extra attention to your breasts. "God you're so addictive." you could feel that he was already hard against your leg, and it only turned you on more. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he was hard the moment he saw you walk toward him in your angry rant. 

You felt dizzy when Steve pulled your underwear to the side and circled his thumb over your clit gently. After a few seconds, you were already panting underneath him, while he was leaving hickeys on your neck and breasts. His love for your boobs was extremely obvious as he hyper-focused on them while giving your other parts minor attention. 

You let out some high-pitched moans and in return, you bit your lip in a poor attempt your shut yourself up. Steve pulled your panties off at a slow pace, admiring how wet you were underneath. "Could feel it through your panties. Tell me what you want, pretty girl. No more hiding those moans, they're too sexy."

If you weren't already a puddle on the floor, his words were making you melt into his touch as he bent down to press light kisses to your inner thighs. You weren't able to answer him, you were too focused on one of his fingers sliding inside you, however, you wanted more.

"Fuck, please.." you were a whining and squirming mess underneath Steve as he sucked on your clit gently. "Please what, baby? Use your words.."

You couldn't speak your mind, as he was adding more fingers and picking up the pace. He pulls his mouth away and gave you a cocky smirk from in between your thighs. "You look so beautiful right now. A mess because of me." he cooed, watching you grind against his hand.

He decided he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his hand away and you immediately whined in protest. "I know, I know. Such a good girl for me, baby." he kissed you softly, humming in satisfaction as you reached down to palm his boner through the boxers he still had on. "Off.." you mumbled onto his lips, to which he obeyed.

"You still okay with this?" he sat on his knees between your thighs, his eyes wandering all over your body before you could respond. "Yes Steve, please just fuck me already. Been waiting for years." it was the truth, you'd been longing for him and silently begging for fate to turn his head to you.

"Alright baby, I won't keep you waiting any longer." he pulled a condom out of his bag and turned back to see you smirking. "Tell me you didn't plan this.." you laughed, it was music to Steve's ears. He was impossibly harder. "Nope, just happened to have one." he shrugs it off, smiling wider when your arms pull him back into bed.

Steve held your hips tight, you knew there would be bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. All you could care about was him. His warm ragged breaths across your neck, his arms surrounding you, his cock pressed against your entrance making it hard to think of anything but him.

"Damn you drive me crazy, you realize that?" he chuckled and lined himself up, admiring how easy it was for the both of you to be vulnerable. Even despite expressing your hate for each not even an hour ago. "So do you, you're like walking sex." both of you laughed until Steve slid inside you. You both let out a breathy moan, yours louder than his.

"Fuck you feel amazing. I don't know how long I can hold back, baby." you moaned when he started pushing in and out of you at a slow pace. "Don't hold back then. Please, Steve, I need you so bad." god his name on your lips sounded like heaven to him.

His thrusts sped up and every time you'd beg him to go harder or faster, he'd obey. How could he not when the love of his life was begging so sweetly?

You wrapped your legs around Steve's waist. "God you're so perfect for me.." he groans and tightens his grip on your hips, lifting you slightly so he can get a better angle to fuck you at. You couldn't form words or thoughts, you could only hear yourself making moans that definitely woke up the neighbors. "C'mon baby, moan my name please." Steve was surprised he had lasted this long. He assumed he would lose it within one minute once he got inside your warm and wet cunt. 

You held onto the sheets as Steve roughly thrust into you, your voice becoming more hoarse by the second. His cock was thicker than anyone you'd been with, and he was hitting all the right spots. It was like he was perfect for you like he knew you inside and out. 

Steve moaned your name lightly when he felt you clenching around him. Fuck, at this rate he'd only last a little while longer. "Fuck baby do that again, are you close?" his frantic voice paired with small gasps and grunts brought you even closer to the edge, you felt his nails dig into the fleshy skin on your thighs as he desperately searched for an angle that would drive you crazy. The moans you let out were sinful, to say the least, and they made Steve weak in the knees as he watched your head tilt back in pleasure.

He eventually found that spot and you gasped and moaned his name. "C'mon baby, be a good girl for me and cum on my cock. Please baby." he was practically begging at this point. He wanted you to cum first before he could, and he wasn't going to back down from that.

You were in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm coming. "Steve don't stop, fuck don't stop.." you moaned his name repeatedly, it was music to his ears. He thought he was in heaven.

You came with a loud moan of his name, your legs trembling around his waist as he fucked you through your orgasm. Steve's orgasm immediately followed your own. He let out a breathy groan of your name and a bunch of profanity, his trhusts slow and uneven as his cum filled the condom. 

He could stay in this position forever and he would die happy, but he knew he had to get some sleep for the long drive tomorrow. You whined when he pulled out of your sore, used cunt. "I know, let me help you out baby." he brought you a some water and anything else you might need.

"I'm sorry for treating you like shit, I was stupid to not come to you ask about the rumor. God you have no idea how mad I am with Tommy and Carol right now." he chuckles, but you didn't. This made him worry. 

"It's okay Steve, are we dating now or was this a one time thing?" you were terrified that you had been another notch in his belt. Steve frowned and pulled you close, covering your tired sweaty bodies with the thin hotel blanket. "Y/n, now that I finally have you...I am never letting you go."

"Never?" you turned to look at him, catching his gaze of pure love and admiration.

"Never."

//sorry if the smut wasn't the best, it's my first time writing smut! there will be one more short little drabble as part 4!

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[sushywritez]

In Your Dreams | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You seem to be unable to keep your boyfriend out of your subconscious. Leading to some wild dreams in which you keep written in a journal.

This is loosely based on an idea I had for my own dreams. On occasion I had several dreams featuring my significant other and found it odd but interesting. So, why not use it to create something fun and lighthearted.

Enjoy!

The forest floor was surprisingly damp beneath your feet, droplets of dew dripped from the leaves. Rays of sunshine poked theigh the treetops and warmed your skin. In the distance a rumble of steps could be heard. You take shelter in the bushes and vines, because much like most creatures you were a sacred part of its being.

Being a fae the responsibility of caring for and communicating with was imperative. Maintaining the balance between humans and the mythical was a task unlike any other.

Humans were greedy, power hungry, and unforgiving. Of course, that's only what is told. Now seeing them up close is life-changing.

"Shall we take shelter here, my liege?" One of the men, all seemingly gathered along in a lone, had spoken up. The supposed leader, the black mare in front, hopped off his ride, grunting as his boots hit the ground.

"I should say so." He nods. Dressed from head to toe in armor, minus the leather boots. His long dark curls cascaded down from his head flowing with the wind. From your hiding spot you make out more than just his form. "This clearing makes for a good camp, perhaps we may continue in the morning?" He had these soft brown eyes and expertly crafted face, he was the prettiest human you'd ever seen. Not that you had seen much of them in the forest, they saw it as dark and mysterious.

Over time you had learned both his name and title. Sir Eddie, one of the bravest knights to come out of Saint Hawkins. He's led countless of his men towards victory against the much darker forces outside the castle. The outskirts of the forest even your kind dare not venture into. Eddie had been sent out on scouting missions before, but this was the first time you noticed he was alone.

Eddie quickly snapped the small book shut and took a deep breath. "Holy shit.." He sighs, chest puffing out and shoulders slumping. He looks over at your sleeping form, the way your lips twitch up into a smile and the soft breaths as your whisked away into your dream land. He hadn't meant to discover your 'Dream Journal', it was by complete mistake, stumbling upon it when going through the drawers looking for a pair of sweatpants when he found it.

To say it was flattering was one thing. To him he felt honored, that your mind would still think about him while asleep, not many nights he was able to dream such vivid things less remember them. He tucks the book back underneath the folded clothes and shuts the drawer. He'll just have to keep checking up on you and your dreams.

The very next morning you awake to an empty bed. Eddie had already gone for work, it was often early he'd be called in and it was truly sad.

Yet he always made time for you in and out each day. Today was nothing new, as you threw back the blankets and turned to climb out of bed you noticed a card on the nightstand. Smiling forming as you reach out to grab the card and open it.

Good Morning, Angel

I saw how peaceful you looked sleeping so I couldn't be bothered to wake you up and say bye. So I wrote this note instead. I hope you slept well and had sweet dreams, I made you some pancakes before I left they just need to be heated up. Thanks for looking out for me as always, Angel.

I love you

Eddie Munson.

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[lxvebun]

dreamy nights

request: "can you write something with Xiao and Albedo(seperate) and sleeping habits or just how its like to fall asleep with them"

content: Xiao/Albedo x gender neutral reader. Fluff+comfort. Mention of nightmares. Albedo's nickname for you is flower. Kissing. Pre established consent for being kissed as you're asleep. English is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes<3 I hope you all like this!

Dark content creators/consumers, k!nk and ed blogs fuck off from my fics. My dni is literally right there??

-♡nav -♡genshin. Mlists -♡dni

Xiao

The nights are always quiet and soft with Xiao. He makes you feel safe and has the ability to make you fall asleep in no time.

Though he doesn't require that much sleep and because being away from you makes him a little anxious, when you get ready for bed, he's always there waiting for you with open arms holding your favorite fluffy blanket so when you join him he can wrap you up in it. The doors of the balcony are open to let fresh air in and to fill the silence with the nighttime ambience around Wangshu inn. It typically consists of soft voices, the sounds of the wind and the river flowing, along with the sound of crickets. The candle on your dresser being the only source of light paints the room in a soft warm glow accompanied with the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla. Together, everything creates a very comfortable and safe atmosphere.

Once you are finally in bed with him, you are comfortably wrapped in the fluffy blanket and cradled against his chest with one hand holding your head while the other rubs heart shapes and flowers onto your back until you drift off to sleep. As he safely holds you in his arms he silently promises to you and himself that he will fight off any nightmare should they try to come for you.

Albedo

Many people may think otherwise but it's honestly quite peaceful on Dragonspine at night, especially when you're sitting in front of the fire with hot chocolate and cookies in Albedo's camp. On nights when Albedo is still working, he closes off the entrance with a sheet secured to nails on the ground. It locks out the cold and keeps the warmth in. Though albedo isn’t bothered by the temperature, he doesn’t want the fire to blow out when the winds shift. The only time he does it to keep the cold out is when you’re there with him. Can't have his precious flower cold now, can we? Exactly for that reason, the bookshelves in his camp that first held his books, potions and notes, now hold too many blankets to count, pillows, extra jackets and scarfs. It was unnecessary in your eyes, you’d never use the extra jackets or scarfs as you had your own, besides the first thing Albedo does when you step foot into his camp, no matter how much you already resemble a walking marshmallow with the thick winter coat, hat and scarf you had on, is brushing the snow of your shoulder and cheeks, dropping a kiss to your forehead before  wrapping you into a blanket and sitting you in front of the fire. The pillows however do get frequently used as you’re not leaving until Albedo does and he has a habit of working deep into the night. Not that you mind. The fire and the hot chocolate warming you up and the soft material of the blanket around you bring enough comfort to make you sleepy. And the sound of Albedo whispering under his breath as he scribbles down his notes, the sounds of liquid pouring and glass clinking and the wind swirling around the trees and mountain all act as a lullaby that makes it impossible to keep your eyes open.

It’s not long after you have fallen asleep that Albedo joins you. Even if he’s not completely finished yet. Research can wait and there is always tomorrow. Right now, he would rather cuddle with you. So pressing a final kiss to your cheeks and forehead and shifting you so that you’re laying on top of him instead of next to him he joins you in the realm of dreams as well.

Thank you for reading bunnies!!<3

I stopped writing for like a month or so so this is bad a little rusty lol but I hope it's still enjoyable!

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[tokusaatsus]

I HOPE I'M NOT LATE...KANATA + 29? (you already know who this is [heart hands])

KANATA + 29: putting an ear over their heart

warnings: none

As you lay down on an embroidered picnic blanket spread haphazardly across the sand, you feel wandering hands interlink with yours. Crusted as they are with salt and sticky with ocean residue, it should be an uncomfortable experience, and yet you don’t mind. The sea is as a part of him as you are, and you would have it no other way. Were it not for the ocean, it would not have brought you the boy sitting next to you.

The gentle sounds of his voice, lilting like a songbird’s melody, paired with the soothing crash of the waves lapping against the shore serves only to drag you further into the embrace of sleep. Your eyelids get heavy, and you give a slow–near catlike, one might even say–blink.

You feel your head drooping. Crunchy granules of sand catch in the ends of your hair, and you nestle your face into the expanse of Kanata’s chest, turned towards his heart. Vibrations reverberate through the shell of your ear, and you find your fingers tracing aimless patterns–the same wavelength as his heartbeat you are so attuned to.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

“are you ‘tired’, love?” He asks, his voice like syrup. If you looked up, you know his eyes would hold that same sweetness. “you should ‘rest’. it is not good to ‘strain’ your body~”

You give a soft hum in response. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little… Oh, I don’t know. I want to spend time with you, and I feel like if I fall asleep our time will be cut short.”

He giggles, a sound like popping bubbles. His finger gently rests on your nose. “do not be ‘silly’. we can lie down together, and i will hold you so you have ‘sweet’ dreams~”

“My hero,” You agree, curling into him. Kanata raises his hand so you can burrow into his side, lying half atop him. There is sand clinging to you everywhere and you know it will be a pain to get rid of later, but he is nicely warm skin–ocean- and sun-kissed–that absorbs the rays of sunlight cascading down upon the two of you. “You’ll protect me from my nightmares, won’t you?”

“yes~” He says, pleased as punch. “if you are feeling ‘scared’, you should listen to my ‘heartbeat’ ♪”

You press your ear against his chest, listening to the steady pulse.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

“Hm,” You say seriously, because a little teasing never heard anyone. “I can hear the ocean in there.”

“that is because i ‘love’ it,” Kanata tells you, just as serious. And yet, the corners of his mouth twitch: a precursor to a smile if you’ve ever seen one. People say he is something not-quite-human, but you look at this boy: he is as present as the seafoam sometimes, but he is as real and as human as you. His heartbeat says it all, in perfect sync with yours. “keep ‘listening’. what else do you hear~?”

You know he’s looking for something in your answers, so you try again. “I don’t know, what else is there to hear?”

Kanata cants his head to the side. “you don’t ‘hear’ it? it is your voice, after all.”

“Eh?” You blink, a little startled. “My voice…?”

“mm,” He pulls you down so your head rests on his chest once again, the steady drumbeat of his heart lingering in your ears. “it is ‘because’ i love you as much as the ‘ocean’. that is why you are ‘always’ in my heart.”

notes!

WC: 582 words

reze txt (@tokusaatsus) written as a gift for swanee @yumetokashite // @swantosa !! i love knsw and i love swanee and this was vv fun to write wehehehe :3 i hope you enjoy this~ mwamwamwa <3

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