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desi2go · 2 months

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Sick days

pairing: sick!Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: fluf

Summary: You imagined your day off differently. But taking care of your sick boyfriend was even better.

Being with Hyunjin was like a soft breeze that played with your hair and kept the busy thoughts away from you. It was like a sunset at the beach. The bright colours were exciting but calming. Every day was a new adventure, a new story.

As a nurse, you dealt with a busy and hectic schedule and Hyunjin was always there after a long 12 hours shift to bring you comfort. Like a breeze his fingers brushed through your hair as you hid your face in his neck, trying to get the annoying smell of disinfection out of your nose.

He was your safe space. Whenever you felt down or self-conscious, he grounded you and build you up. As an idol, he always worked ambitiously to perform the best for his beloved STAY. Even though he was exhausted, he makes sure that you are okay and looked after you at the end of the day.

He texted you, that today's practice would run late and you shouldn't wait for him. You just came home from your long shift and it was already 11 pm. You hoped that he wouldn't overwork himself and come home quickly. You quickly changed out of your work clothes and jumped under the shower. Then, you cleaned the dishes from the morning due to the missing time because nearly overslept. Luckily, you had managed to get to work in time but without a breakfast.

You figured that your boyfriend would be starving when he will get home, so you ordered takeout.

You yawned and cuddled further into the couch with a blanket draped over your lap as you watched your favourite TV show again. Well, you loved to watch it with him.

Hyunjin came home in the middle of the night. The clock in the hallway said that it was long after midnight and he felt terrible. Today's practice was a pain. It seemed like everything he did was slow and forced. There wasn't the usual easy flow, the balance and the melody didn't took over his body. It didn't guide him and that was frustrating, especially since the comeback season starts soon. He must give everything and more for his friends and STAY.

After he slipped out of his shoes, he walked into the living room just to see you on the couch. Your hair that was once in a neat ponytail was now all over your face and your head leaned against his pillow that you must have stolen from the bed. He chuckled quietly and quickly showered. Then, he kneeled in front of you and brushed some hair strands out of the way. Your nose scrunched and you stirred awake.

"Hello my love. Were you waiting for me" he whispered as your sleep driven eyes blinked at him and a small smile danced over your pretty lips.

"Yeah, I ordered takeout for you" you answered and rose from your snuggly place to stretch out your sore muscles. As much as you loved that couch, that you two bought together after moving in, the bed was way more comfortable. He pecked your forehead and went to heat up the food.

You followed him and cuddled into his side as he ate his food. You were sleepy and just enjoyed the warmth of your personal human heater. From time to time he cleared his throat.

"You ok?" You asked as he did it again. "Yeah, just drank less water while practicing"

You grapped him a bottle of water and a glass. You can imagine that sport made your throat pretty dry especially when you dance for hours.

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The next morning you woke up in an empty bed. Jinnie was already up and probably at the company. It was your day off and on those days even though you were an early riser, you sometimes enjoyed sleeping long. As a nurse, a good sleep was rare.

With a good mood you danced through the apartment and cleaned it. You checked Jinnies schedule that he had sent you in the past so that you always know where he is and can easily visit him.

Maybe you can watch him practice with his group later in the afternoon since it was a rare occasion due to work. He always loved when you support him. It only makes him more ambitious and hyped he had told you. And the other boys adored you. Especially Felix, Hyunjin's best friend or soulmate like they often state, was fascinated by you. Maybe that's because you lived until you were ten in Australia and then moved with your family to Korea.

He was also the first member Jinnie introduced you to. As his best friend, he knew from your relationship from the beginning and when he finally met you, he was even more convinced that you were the perfect match for Hyunjin.

But also Seungmin was like a brother to you. From the first moment you met the younger boy, you liked him with his cheeky attitude and the sweet toothy smile.

You figured that you should buy the whole group something to drink when you went to the studio. On the way, you stopped at a café and ordered drinks. You just sat in your car once again with the drinks on the passenger seat, when Felix called you.

"What's up, Lix?" You asked and started the car. "Are you coming to today's practice?"

"Yeah, on my way right now. Why?"

"I think Hyunjin is sick. He is totally pale and already vomited"

"I'm coming. I'll be there in 10" you answered concerned. You knew Jinnie. Whenever he is sick, he wants to keep going. He just works him to death because he won't admit that he was ill and needs to rest.

Balancing the nine cups in both hands, you managed to go through the security that already knew you and bid you politely hello and and took the elevator to the floor where the studio was. You already knew the way there after walking it hundreds of times.

In the hallway, you could already hear the music and the squeaking of the shoes. With a foot, you pushed the door open and yelled a greeting over the loud music.

Seeing the drinks in your hands, they quickly scrambled to you in no time and helped you. You spread them and you all sat down. Happily, they drank like they lived in a desert with no water at all.

They all were already sweaty and chatted.

Jinnie kneeled beside you with his americano in one hand as he layed his head against your shoulder.

"Hey baby. Is everything ... was that a shudder?"

You asked him. His clothes were wet with sweat but occasionally he shuddered like he was cold.

Concerned, you placed your drink beside you and touched his forehead to feel how warm he was. And he was warm, it felt like his skin was burning under your touch. A shudder jolted through him again.

"Are you feeling bad? Can it be that your sick Jinnie?" You asked and brushed a stray hair strand back out of his face. Your eyes danced over his pretty face. He was indeed pale.

He just shook his head and murmured that he will go to the bathroom quick. The first steps were staggering but then he felt suddenly nauseous and covered his mouth and paced through the room to get to a washroom. You had observed that and jumped up to follow him.

You found him in the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting. He gagged and emptied the contents of his belly. You sat next to him and rubbed his back while his body tensed up with each gag. You brushed soothingly through his wet hair.

Drained out, he leaned against the bowl, taking shaky breaths.

"It's okay, baby." You cooed.

You helped him up after some time and he got rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth through rinsing it out. Some tears ran down his cheeks as he breathed heavily.

"Everything alright?" Chan asked as you two walked back into the room.

"You look like shit" Seungmin stated and continued sipping on his drink. "I'm okay" he answered with a hoarse voice. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"Definitely, you didn't just puked your guts out" you said ironically.

"I told you he was ill!" Felix shouted and rubbed your boyfriends shoulder.

"You should rest. You can't dance when you're ill" Chan told him.

"Come, let's go home and rest" You exclaimed and circled his waist with one arm.

Only after the whole group literally forced him to go home, he followed you quietly to your car. You opened the door for him and went to the driver seat to take your poor boyfriend home.

The whole drive was completely quiet as Jinnie rested his head against the window and tried not to get nauseous. He felt bad for leaving practice. With the new comeback, he didn't want to disappoint his fans, his friends and you. Especially not you. You were the most important person to him and you should be proud of him so when someone asks you about him, you should be proud to say that he was your love. That was all he wants.

As you parked the car, you turned to your boyfriend. He was still pale but the nausea seemed to fade. His eyes were closed and even though he looked exhausted, he was like an angel. So beautiful. Though with his newly red dyed hair he looked more like a devil. Just the sweet horns and the tail were missing.

You rounded the car and opened his door. His eyes fluttered open and you smiled. Like a puppy, he followed you to your apartment while you carried his bag.

Unlocking the door, you let him in and took your shoes off. You leaned his bag against the wall.

"Wanna take a shower first?" You questioned because he was still sweaty due to practise and he shouldn't catch an even worse cold. He nodded and went through the hallway to the bedroom to get some comfy new clothes. Meanwhile, you let some water in the bathtub and searched for the bath oil that helps with colds. Immediately, the bath was filled with the smell of eucalyptus and sage.

You gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll cook you something light. If anything happens just say something and I'll come" Patting his hair, you leaved the room and started looking through your refrigerator and the kitchen cabinets to see if you had all the ingredients.

Fortunately, you got everything for a chicken soup. You brew a chicken broth with the meat and in the meantime you chopped leek, carrots and celery. Then, you added them to the pan and brought the noodles to boil.

The soup was nearly finished as Hyunjin returned. He circled your waist with his arms and layed his head on his shoulder.

"What's up, baby? Feeling better?" You asked and stirred the soup another time. "Yeah, a bit. Smells great, honey"

"Thank you" He let you go as you turned around to face him. Gently, you touched his forehead to check if he got a fever. And he was indeed burning up. From a cabinet, you took a thermometer and measured his temperature.

"You have a fever, baby" you stated and send him to bed so that he could rest.

Soon, you filled a bowl with soup for him and brought it him along with some medicine against the cold.

He sat up and slowly ate the food. You hoped that he could keep it in his stomach and he didn't need to vomit from it. And he definitely shouldn't take the medication without some food in his belly.

When he was finished, he took the medicine.

"Thanks, honey" he said and gave you a tired smile.

"Wanna watch our series?" You asked and quickly brought the empty dish in the kitchen. You will clean them later, now you wanted to spend time with your love.

He agreed and you took your laptop with you. You jumped beside him under the warm comforter and placed the laptop next to you. You started your current kdrama and cuddled further into the cushion.

Some time passed and Jinnie still held some distance to you. Usually, he would be all over you by now. Slightly, you turned your head and observed your boyfriend. His entire body was under the comforter with only his head out and concentrated on the screen.

"Everything alright?" You asked and he turned his attention to you.

"Yeah, just a bit cold"

You lifted your arm and signalled him to come to you so that you could function as his personal heater.

He shook his head and murmured. "Don't wanna infect you"

You heart swelled at how he still looked out for you. A loving smile danced over your lips.

"Come honey, can't let you freeze. I'll heat you up" Finally, he came closer and layed his head on your chest while his hands caressed your hips.

You touched his forehead to check if his fever was still high. But the medicine seemed to finally kick in. Then, you let your hands travel to his red dyed hair and combed through the silky strands.

He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the physical contact.

"I'm sorry" he mentioned after some time. "What?"

"I'm sorry for ruining your day off. You already have enough patients to care for"

"No! You didn't ruin anything!" You held his head in your hands and caressed his cheeks.

"I love to take care of you. In fact, I love to pamper you"

"I love you" he answered and let his hands run up your sides.

"I love you too" you told him and placed a loving peck on his forehead.

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beatlesbug · 8 months

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Hear me out! What if the reader can’t sleep and tasm!peter lays on top because he knows that she goes to sleep faster with weight on top of them and put socks on reader as well.

I'm writing this under the covers so i could get in the mood 🧘🏻‍♀️

It's 3:37am and you haven't had a wink of sleep. Your anxiety has been coming in waves lately, mostly manageable with the support of your friends and the perfect human being you have lying next to you.

There's no particular reason you should be awake right now. The thoughts of every time you've ever humiliated yourself aren't new for you when you lay in bed so why can't you sleep. As many blankets that you snuggle into you keep feeling fidgety.

You sigh turn away from the alarm clock glaring at you, ruffling the several blankets you're snuggled under. Your new position allows you to look at him. Peter.

You take a second to just look at him, the curve of his face illuminated by the light of the city. His eyelashes so gently resting on his face as if a sculptor placed them there specially in order to create a person that personified love, and safety.

You couldn't resist, so you shuffle your wrapped up body closer to him, and press the most delicate kisses upon his cheek and messy head of hair.

He moans and shifts his face deeper into the pillow, and you smile at him.

"Bubba" you whisper, lifting a hand to poke at his cheek. Usually you'd feel guilty for waking him up but he had a light patrol tonight.

He doesn't move.

"Shnnnooookkkie" you say in a high pitched baby voice poking his cheek again. If there was one thing that made Peter cringe it was when you used baby voice.

He groans and lifts his hand to cover your mouth. Damn, you really thought that would work.

Giving it one last try you shuffled your cold feet under your shared blanket and slowly snuck them under his thighs.

His eyes shot open legs skirting away from your feet. He rose up in bed, resting his body on his forearms.

"Jesus Christ woman why are your feet so cold!" he frowns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

You giggle at his sleepy voice and lay flat, your head facing him.

"Petey I can't sleep," You pout.

He sighs understanding, any annoyance fading away. He lays back down facing you, and lifts his hand to run his hands through your hair, trying to sooth you.

This isn't the first time you've had trouble sleeping. It's pretty often that when your senses aren't distracted by something your brain runs a mile a minute not allowing you to rest.

You expected Peter to pull you closer and wrap you in his arms holding you until you fell asleep, but instead he groaned and rolled out of bed to his closet. You couldn't see what he was doing, only hearing the sounds of his sock drawer opening and closing.

He walked back over to the foot of the bed allowing you the angelic view of his shirtless body, with loose grey sweat pants hanging over his hips. When he lifted your left leg and rested your foot on his chest ideas of you and him in bed - specifically not sleeping - swarmed through your head. You bit your lip remembering the moment just hours ago when you were in a similar position.

Almost as if he read your mind, he shook his messy head of hair grinning. He separated the two socks that were in his hands and slowly tugged them on before gently placing your leg down on the bed and repeating his action on the next one.

"Bubs those are two different socks," you said wiggling your toes so you could see them together.

"Bubs I really don't care," He said placing your legs back onto the mattress.

He then crawled onto the bed, placing one arm on each side of your head. You closed your eyes as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your nose cheeks and lips. He then pulled away admiring your face with a small smile before collapsing on top of you.

A surprised grunt left your body at the sudden weight you were under. His messy head of hair tucked into your neck

"Can't breathe," you wheezed.

He lifted his head again frowning.

"Ae you calling me fat?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at his chest resting against you.

Scoffing you said, "Pete if there's one thing you aren't, it's fat."

He squinted his eyes at you before readjusting his his head now lay against your chest, his one hand sliding under your (his) tshirt to hold you. The weight of his body seemed to allow you to relax your muscles.

"Good" he huffed before closing his eyes against your boobs.

As your feet shuffled against each other trying to keep warm, and your hands ran through his hair, the room filled with a comfortable silence. Your eyes fluttered closed before you heard a muffled voice against your chest.

"What if I wasn't sexy though?"

#peter parker fluff #peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm peter parker #thanks anon!

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melswifeasf · 10 months

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Always Yours chapter one

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Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!oc

Summary: it was the beginning of the end.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, sexual themes.

1996

RAYS OF SUNLIGHT peaked through the blinds and reflected on warm skin. soft moans were drowned out by the morning playlist the teen girl would always listen to, resulting in her parents not finding the sound suspicious. her chest was bare and there was a tall body on top of her. the taller girls hips were moving at fast pace, the action causing a smacking noise to echo throughout the room. fingers nails were digging into the raven girls back leaving marks that would end with her being sore for the rest of the day. brunette strands of hair were sprawled against the pillow below the younger girl, her eyes closed. the taller girls lips were on her girlfriends right nipple, sucking roughly as the girl under her dug deeper into her skin as a reaction. there were small bruises littered around the brunettes chest, almost all small enough so they could be covered with makeup.

when Nicole reached her peak, she gripped at the back of her girlfriends hair tightly for support which made Lottie lean up to press her lips against Nicoles to prevent her from making too much noise. as soon as Lottie knew her girlfriend had finished she buried her face into the crook of the brunettes neck as her hips stilled and she gripped at Nicole's hips tightly. a moan left the taller girls lips and her lips jerked involuntarily into Nicole. heavy breathing littered the room shortly after, both of their chests falling and rising unsteadily. a lazy smile spread across the brunettes with her eyes still closed as she felt the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. a second later Lottie pulled away from her neck with a gentle smile and a loving look in her eyes that would always make Nicole melt.

Nicole cupped her girlfriends face softly and pulled her down so their lips could meet in a kiss. it was a sweet kiss, much like they always are post orgasm. rough hands became soft and the mouth that had just spouted degrading words kissed the brunette so sweetly that it did nothing but intensify her already hazed mind. Lottie was the first to pull away. "you're always so horny in the mornings" she mumbled softly against her lips. Nicole rolled her eyes at her words and shoved her off her body which elicited a small hiss from her as Lottie pulled out of her so abruptly. she reached for her bra that was thrown on the bed beside her and began to put it on.

"you're the one who woke up with a boner, not me" Nicole said and put on her panties under the blanket knowing if she didn't, it would just turn into round two which they didn't have time for.

Lottie blushed softly at her words but tried to hide as she chuckled and watched as the shorter girl got out of bed and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes so she could shower. "i didn't have a boner" she lied whilst leaning back on her elbows.

Nicole rolled her eyes, "right. sorry. it was your third leg" she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes at the older girl. Lottie simply shook her head. Nicole didn't close the bathroom door which was always an invitation for Lottie to shower with her or at least start getting ready for school.

"it's not my fault you like to sleep practically naked" Lottie said once she was in the bathroom. by now Nicole was in the shower, a black curtain separating them. the raven teen leaned against the counter as she waited for her turn. typically she'd just hop in but they had been late so many times and Coach Scott was threatening to bench her for the rest of the season. given, it was only one game but it was the biggest game of the season; nationals. usually Nicole would ask her uncle to go easy on her girlfriend but it would never work, he didn't want to give anyone special treatment.

even though there was a curtain separating them, Lottie could practically feel Nicole roll her eyes at her words. "i didn't know you were even coming over." she huffed. Lottie chuckled at her girlfriend.

"hurry, or we're gonna be late" she said instead of continuing their little 'argument'. truthfully it would've ended up with morning sex no matter what. they were both in the mood in the morning regardless of what the other person was doing or wearing.

Lottie would almost always sneak into her room after Nicoles parents were asleep since she wasn't allowed over. Nicole's parents had never been accepting of their relationship and they made sure to remind their daughter of that everyday. regardless of how much their words would hurt their daughters feeling.

it didn't take long for Nicole to be out of the shower and dressed in her school clothes. she had on light loose jeans and a white shirt that revealed some of her stomach. her makeup was light and her hair tumbled down just below her shoulders. she was finishing up the last touches of her eyeliner whilst Lottie had her arms wrapped around her waist from behind. the older girl had taken a quick shower and finished her makeup all whilst Nicole was choosing what to wear and straightening her hair. it was silent but not uncommon for them. Lottie always liked to watch Nicole do her makeup and Nicole loved having her cling to her.

"are you you gonna cheer at the pep rally?" Lottie asked as Nicole put her eyeliner away and into her makeup drawer. the brunette looked up and at her girlfriend through the mirror.

"of course i am," she began to say and turned her body around so she was facing her girlfriend. she put her arms on Lotties shoulders loosely whilst Lottie placed her hands on the girls waist. "want me to cheer you on?" she asked and leaned closer toward the older girl.

Lottie smiled, "0f course i do." she replied happily. "i always love when you cheer me on. it's like you're my personal cheerleader"

"when you really think about it, i kind of am" Nicole replied with a wink before she pulled away from her girlfriend completely and walked past her so she could exit the bathroom. Lottie smiled to herself with a slight shake of her head at Nicole's actions. Nicole loved to tease her, a little too much.

the brunette slipped her shoes on quickly and turned to look at her girlfriend that was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "hurry up, or we're gonna be late." Nicole said with a slight tone as she mimicked Lotties words from earlier. the raven haired girl chuckled softly as she watched Nicole spray on perfume and leave the room completely making Lottie grab the brunettes backpack and follow her out.

2021

rays of sunlight reflected on the wooden floor and marble countertop. the kitchen smelled like pancakes and bacon, the food sitting in the middle of the dinner table as the two kids ate what they still had on their perspective plates. the only noise that filled the room was the twins talking about the field trip they had at school that day. their mom was listening intently, not wanting to miss a single thing about her kids lives.

the doorbell ringing caused the twins to immediately drop their forks and run in the direction of the front door in an instant. Nicole let out a sigh. she stood from her chair but made no effort to greet who was at the door because she already knew they would come in anyway. it's still technically her house. instead, Nicole grabbed her and the twins plates and walked to her kitchen so she could put them in the dishwasher.

just as expected she saw the two twelve year olds come into the kitchen with happy smiles as their mom followed in pursuit. she seemed to be listening to the kids rant about their trip with a matching smile on her face. there was no doubt in anyone's mind that her happiness was genuine. maybe that was the hardest part.

"mami" Reign said making the brunette hum in acknowledgment. she tried to keep her eyes anywhere but on her ex. "mom said we can go to the cabins this weekend. can we?" he asked with a pleasing smile, his sister held a matching expression just beside him. as much as Nicole wanted to be upset at Olivia for making plans without her permission, she couldn't deny that seeing her kids this hopeful and happy filled that annoyance pretty quickly. Nicole glanced at her ex with a small glare but Olivia simply shrugged whilst looking at her with an innocent smile. she was all but.

Nicole sighed, "of course you can" she confirmed making both twins smile in triumph, "but," she quickly said causing them both to turn to her. "your phones need to stay on you at all times in case i call and i don't want you guys going anywhere without your mom" she warned. both kids nodded repeatedly, they each went to hug their mom before running up the stairs to no doubt pack their bags.

the brunette shook her head at her ex causing Olivia to chuckle. "what?"

"you know i hate it when you make plans without consulting me first," she said very obviously annoyed. she hid it from her kids but she didn't care to do so when her ex was the sole reason for feeling so annoyed at the moment.

"can you blame me?" the red head said as she walked around the counter until she was pressed against her exes back. Nicole stopped moving when she felt a body behind her, Olivia's expensive perfume invading her space and the woman's breath tickling her neck. "i knew you wouldn't approve and i bought that house for them to enjoy it. away from the city. just us. all of us" she said her voice dropping into a slight whisper at the last part. her hands were placed on the brunettes waist causing her to practically stop breathing. Nicole's eyes fell closed at the feeling of someone being so close to her again after four months. it was nice. even if she knew this would wind up breaking their relationship more than it already was.

her breaking point was when she felt the woman behind her begin to press kisses on her neck. she had to stop it before it went any further. "Olivia" she warned breathily. immediately the kisses stopped, a scoff escaping the older woman's lips as she pulled away from Nicole completely.

"right." she said dryly. Nicole turned around so she was facing Olivia.

"you know how this ends." she said lowly. she didn't want her kids to hear and frankly this whole situation did nothing but break her more and more each day.

"you mean with you kicking me out of what was once our bed the next morning? yeah, i'm well aware" she said sarcastically. Nicole didn't want this. she never did and yet she did nothing to stop it.

"Olivia," she sighed desperately. desperate to stop this conversation and desperate to convey everything she was feeling with just one word.

the red head shook her head. "there's a reporter out front by the way" she said causing Nicoles chest to tighten, her heart began to accelerate and a fear flashed in her eyes that Olivia had grown used to after over a decade of being with her. "don't worry. i kicked her out before she could do anything" she said causing the brunette to let out a breath of relief.

"thank you." she muttered genuinely.

"it's the human thing to do" she shrugged as if it were no big deal. her eyes didn't meet Nicoles anymore and there was a suffocating tension between them that didn't go unnoticed by the approaching twins. they just didn't acknowledge it. not anymore at least. after almost a year of seeing their moms fighting and now broken up they had learned to simply not ask. they never would get a real response anyway. "you ready?" Olivia asked them with a smile. the twins nodded, each of them carrying a duffel bag along with their school bag. one on each shoulder. "say bye to mami. i'll be in the car" she said. before she left the room completely she kissed her ex goodbye on the cheek. it wasn't always forceful, sometimes they had good days but whether their encounters were good or bad they made sure to always be nice to one another. even if it was just an act. just so their kids knew that there was no bad blood between them.

when Olivia left the room completely Nicole turned to her kids. "you guys got everything?" she asked with her usual warm smile that always seemed to reassure her kids. they both nodded whilst moving their bag a bit to indicate it was all in there. "good," Nicole nodded. "text me when you get there and please use bug spray. you know how bad the itching gets when you come back home" she said earning nods from both of them. her once small smile grew even wider as she opened her arms for both of them to walk into. they did so happily. "i love you guys so much" she whispered and kisses the crown of each of their heads.

"love you too" they both said in sync causing the mom to chuckle amused. with one final goodbye the twins ran out of the kitchen and toward the front door together leaving Nicole alone in the empty home.

Olivia and Nicole had moved around a lot since they got married. they had gone from a bachelor pad while they were dating to a two bedroom home when they got married. when Olivia first got pregnant they weren't expecting twins so they figured they'd live in that home at least until Nicole finished her residency but when they realized they'd be having twins they began to look for a larger home. two bedrooms turned into three which they enjoyed living in for a good five years. Olivia was the only one bringing in the money and although it was a good amount, Nicole always wanted them to invest in it together. five years later they moved into their current home. it was three stories, six bedrooms in total that they most definitely did not need but the moms always wanted to give their kids a good life.

five years show when she first moved in she was happy with her wife and it seemed ideal to live in that house. now? not so much. she already felt alone without her kids or even the woman she loved for so many years and living in such a huge home only intensified that feeling. she had never lived alone, not even while she was just starting college since she had a roommate but now she did. she lived alone. every other week she'd have to spend the full seven days alone with nothing but her thoughts and memories of the horrible trauma she had experienced twenty five years ago. trauma she would give anything to forget.

1996

music could be heard throughout the girls locker room along with all the girls on the team singing along to the lyrics playing through the speakers. it was just before the pep rally and all the girls were getting ready to show off to the school that they were going to nationals. most of the girls on the cheer team were already outside as they practiced the routines. Nicole was captain of the cheer team so she could do whatever she wanted which always meant staying in the locker room to spend time with her girlfriend and friends. Nicole was fixing her hair in the mirror whilst Jackie was doing Allie's makeup.

"Allie?" the blonde called out making Nicole glance beside her for a second before continuing to tie her hair up. "you all right? it's just a pep rally." Jackie assured the freshman. "honestly, i think the whole point is to give freshman something to jerk off to later." she said earning a chuckle from the brunette beside her.

"you're not wrong" she muttered her agreement. once she was done with her hair she began to fix her makeup next. all she was doing was stalling at that point but it didn't truly matter. the only reason she was still on the cheer team was for Lottie. although she enjoyed it a fair amount, her girlfriend loved it. she loved seeing Nicole in her uniform or the fact that she'd sometimes bring the team to cheer the yellowjackets on. Lottie especially loved that her girlfriend was one of the most popular girls in school and yet she was dating her.

the conversation was cut short when a familiar voice approached them. "Jackie." Lottie said and entered the room. "Coach wants to see you in his office." she said earning a nod from Jackie. Nicole turned to look at her girlfriend and sent her a smile that was recuperated by Lottie immediately.

Allie turned to the blonde before she could leave "im not nervous." she said quickly. Jackie shot her one last smile and then left the room. Van took her place instead, Nicole wasn't sure when she entered the room but she figured she was too distracted by Lottie to notice. when Van resumed Allies makeup, the girl decided to add onto her frustrations. "im the only freshman who got asked, you know." she said her voice breaking a little.

"i know" Van muttered sympathetically.

"it's so unfair," Allie said. "my dress was gonna be amazing" she continued which made Nicole roll her eye. she wasn't a big fan of some of the girls on the team and Allie was one of them. she was just so.. annoying.

the brunette was done fixing herself up by then and simply leaned against the sink as she watched Van and Allie converse.

"well, hey, at least you can wear it next year." Van persisted, still trying to make Allie feel better about her situation. Nicole fought back the urge to roll her eyes again. she probably wasn't the best at the whole 'team work' thing. even with the squad, she didn't take criticism lightly and even though most of the time she made others do the work for her, she'd never let any of them take her place.

Allie shook her head, "you don't get it, Van, cause nobody asked you."

Nicole looked at her girlfriend with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape at what she had just heard. what a bitch. Lottie seemed to have the same reaction as Nicole. Van didn't seem as amused though, she looked a little more pissed and Nicole couldn't blame her. if she were in her place she probably would've already made up a rumor to spread around the school. "okay. you're done." the goalie said unamused.

Allie didn't seem to have read the situation as she shot Van a smile, glanced at her makeup really quickly before leaving the bathroom completely. as soon as she was gone it was as if they could all breathe again. "jesus christ" Lottie said making Nicole laugh along with Van.

Nicole moved away from the sink once her girlfriend pushed herself off the door and approached it. she wanted to give her and Taissa - who had just walked in, enough room for them to touch up. "does someone want to tell Kelly Kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fucking up nationals?" Lottie asked as she fixed up her hair a bit.

"oh, come on." Van muttered, somehow still giving the newbie the benefit of the doubt. Nicole didn't get it but then again she wasn't as nice as Van.

"if she plays like she did at states..." Lottie trailed off and Taissa cut her off with a chuckle.

"yeah, don't worry." she shook her head with a smile. her posture straightened up and she crossed her arms against her chest as she looked at her teammates through the mirror. "that's not gonna happen."

Nicole raised a brow, "i like this side of you" she said toward Taissa as she began to exit the bathroom. Tai turned toward her with a smile and a slight shrug before leaving altogether. seconds later Lottie pulled away from the sink and turned to her girlfriend instead.

"hi beautiful," she said with her usual smile. Nicole greeted her with a smile of her own and leaned up so she could place a quick peck on the taller girls lips. Lotties first instinct was to steady the young girl by her hips.

Nicole pulled away slightly, but not completely, leaving only a small amount of space between their lips. "ready to be cheered on?" the brunette asked lowly, her eyes subconsciously glancing down at the girls lips. it had become a habit by then.

"by you? always." Lottie confirmed.

#lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x you #yellowjackets x reader #yellow jackets #yellowjackets #taissa turner #van palmer #jackie taylor #misty quigley #always yours

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cynosfunnyjokes · 7 months

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kinktober day 9

ship: tighnari x bunny! reader

theme: biting and marking

notes: i don’t even wanna talk about how behind i am. i am so tired and i’m so sorry- i’m hoping to get caught up soon. ty all for the continued support. MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT.

word count: 970

tighnari’s teeth sank into the soft skin of your inner thigh, drawing a sharp moan from your kiss-swollen lips.

having already been at it for several hours thanks to both his and your hybrid sides, you had lost track of how many times you’d already come- whether from his fingers or tongue, but he had yet to even so much as put his tip in you.

he claimed that he was more focused on you and your pleasure- which, while being endearing, was driving you up a wall.

it had been a rough day in general. a rough week- nothing seemed to have been going right. so your ever-so-loving partner decided to take matters into his own hands.

and tongue.

hands tangling in the fennec’s hair, you mewled and ground your hips against his tongue, chasing your umpteenth climax of the night. overstimulation zapped at your body with every little action, but you couldn’t help but want more.

tighnari gave a small hum, his hands pressing to the plush skin of your thighs to keep them open as his mouth moved with fervor against your weeping cunt. the way your body reacted and your sounds just edged him on to do more- to give you more of the pleasure you all but begged for.

whining again, your hands gently played with the base of his tall fennec ears and he groaned, his eyes slipping shut as he continued to eat away at your pussy like there was no tomorrow.

he was determined to make you feel as much pleasure as he could.

and needless to say, mission success.

grinding your hips down once. twice. and on the third, you came on tighnari’s tongue again- to which he eagerly licked up as if he was starving.

“nari-“ you mewled, panting, “please, nari- don’t want your fingers or mount anymore.. wan’ you..” bunny ears flopping lazily to the pillow resting behind your head, you gave a pleading look.

with a small smile, he nodded and shifted so his arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, “of course.” he hummed, lining himself up without any further notice, “you’ve been so good- i’ll always give bunny what they want.”

his previous rule of not using his cock went flying out the window.

he sheathed his hard length inside of your weeping pussy and he groaned, the feeling of your warm walls encasing him alone making him want to cum.

you mewled, hands clawing at his back after your arms wrapped around his neck, “nari- ngh..”

tighnari’s lips connected to yours, tongues meshing in a sloppy but passionate kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue and you whined, but your attention was soon stolen by the feeling of his cock running along your walls as he started to thrust away.

maybe it was the overstimulation or maybe you went into heat and just didn’t notice- but archons did it feel way better than usual.

“ah! nari!” you moaned, clenching around his cock. slick dripped from your leaking hole and down to the blanket on the bed, a small puddle forming.

it would be a mess for later.

it didn’t take long before you came again with a loud cry and he slowed down just enough to ease you down from your high before thrusting again.

the fennec’s hands moved to grasp your thighs, pushing them to your chest as his thrusts picked back up.

“ah! ‘s too much! ‘s too much!” you mewled, mouth falling agape from the almost painful pleasure coursing through your sensitive body.

but you knew damn good and well that you didn’t want him to stop.

“it’s okay..” tighnari gently cooed, placing soft kisses on your cheeks before kissing down to your neck, “be a good bunny and take it, okay? i know you can.” he hummed, nipping at your throat.

moaning, you clenched around his pistoning cock. the new position had you seeing stars in all of the best ways possible- it wasn’t rare for tighnari to choose a mating press but it was always a surprise.

not that you were complaining.

with a final mewl, you came hard on the fennec’s cock, squirting messily. your drooling cunt clenched around him hard enough that it made it hard to move and he grunted, taking the moment to bury himself as deep as he could before cumming as well.

sharp teeth sank into the base of your neck right next to the pretty mating mark that rested there, drawing a soft moan from your sore throat.

tighnari loved marking you any way he could- hell, any time he could. something in his fennec side screamed to mark you- to make it well known that you were his. and even after years of being together, it was still the same thing.

but you thought it was endearing. and hot.

you both collapsed into a fit of pants on the bed, laying on your sides to face each other. he raised a hand, fingers rubbing against the new bite mark and collecting any of the blood bubbling there.

you whined, nose twitching as you blinked up at your boyfriend, “nari..”

tighnari hummed before embracing you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “i love you, bunny.”

“i love you too, nari..” you whispered back, head resting comfortably on his chest.

the warmth of his tail enveloped you as he curled it around you gently, drawing you closer. a free hand reaching up to caress your bunny ears.

“rest.” he cooed, hand cradling your head to his chest, “i’ll be here when you wake up..”

and so you did, not having the energy to fight the exhaustion seeping in anymore. body covered in numerous bite marks and hickeys, you comfortably fell asleep in your boyfriend’s embrace.

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celestialanon · 1 year

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Sleeping With the Brothers

Lucifer

You learned quickly that this man slept like a log. No - he slept like he was dead. Really, you almost feared he wasn't breathing if it wasn't for the fact that you could feel his chest rise behind you. He almost always wanted to be the big spoon, it was comfy so you never minded.

A lot of the time you had to drag him with you if you wanted to sleep with him. He'd be working late hours into the night, way past curfew. You bribe him with pouted lips, a few whines, and when that didn't work you just dragged him from his seat altogether.

"Mc, this is ridiculous. I have to get through these by tomorrow." He complained, but he never really fought you off. He didn't really have it in him against your pleas. He would always lay with a smile, defeated with open arms as an invitation for you.

Wrapped in his blankets that were cool and silk, he caged your body against his. The only downside was that sometimes - ok, most times, he slept with his day clothes on. Seriously, even his shoes. You'd think the man at least had time to get dressed in proper sleepwear.

You would be like an old nagging couple. Urging him in sleepwear while he protested and said you should be happy he would be sleeping in the first place. Really, you two....

Mammon

Second most easiest person to sleep with. It was actually quite nice sharing nights with Mammon, his bed was plush and stocked full of variously shaped pillows. This man slept with a certain type of pillow for every section of his body. The long straight one between his legs, the big fluffy one under his head, the circle shaped pillow in his arms.

It's not that you two never cuddled to sleep, but most nights you both were sprawled out on the bed (it being the large bed it was) with various pillows supporting you both. You at least always made sure some part of your body was touching, like when he held your hand to his chest as sleep had overtaken him.

Always gives you a good night kiss, on the forehead, lips, cheek, anywhere really. He wanted to make sure you went to sleep with an "I love you" every night, even if it was a bad day for you both. You also always woke up to a kiss.

Speaking of waking up, that has to be the worst part of sleeping with Mammon. He's on a tight schedule. He'll be up, alarm ringing at 6 in the damn morning. He never apologized if he accidentally wakes you up as well, you never expected him to be an early riser, but time is money!

Sleep: 10/10. Mornings: -10/10. He wouldn't even spare you mercy as he blasted some music over his speakers, surely waking up everyone else as well. You figured it a small price to pay for having those lovely nights spent with him. But your patience is running thin, maybe if you suffocate him with a pillow he'll finally be quiet....

Leviathan

Your first time sleeping with Levi had made you realize why he slept in a bath tub. While you had previously found yourself wrapped tightly in his arms, his face buried deep into your neck and even his legs hooked over yours - you woke up to a complete mess.

You had been hit in the face a few times, had the blanket stolen from you, he even kicked your crotch on accident. You curled over in pain, effectively pushing him away. All he did was whine loudly, rolling his body over as you watched him helplessly hang over the edge of the bed.

"Oh, Levi..." you shook your head, attempting to pull him back into the bed. He'd usually wake up startled. Realizing what he had done and apologizing like a mad man. You always forgave him, a few kisses on the lips and everything was forgotten.

Now you join him in his personal bed space. He made sure to layer blankets to the bottom of the tub, adding in all your favorite plushies and making it look comfy for you. A tub, huh? Well, there's a first for everything.

He became shy when your bodies pushed together due to the tight space, but he ended up with a large smile on his face, chuckling sweetly when you cuddled into him. His blanket was large and puffy, it engulfed the both of you in its warmth, and you suddenly felt so small in this tiny space.

With no space to kick around and cause a scene, you awoke with Levi's arms still wrapped around you. It was like magic what the tub did for him.

Satan

You don't mind cuddling one bit. In fact, you loved it dearly. That is, until you find that you can't get yourself out of the koala hug Satan has you in, and you’re in desperate need of the restroom. If you even tried to move, his voice came out as a low grumble...

He promised time and time again that he would try not to cling to you too tight. Even becoming embarrassed with himself, but you just told him you found it cute. He would only get more flustered at your comment and wave you off.

"You're the only one who would think that, Mc..." It was adorable, really, he was like a cuddly cat. You could relish in this attention. The problem that poses itself, is that sometimes, cats tend to hate physical contact all together.

On those nights where he'd rather huddle in on himself, he'll be a total blanket hogger. Your pillow? No no honey, that's his pillow. You want to hold him in his sleep? He rolls over abruptly, almost falling off the bed in his attempt to pull away from you. He doesn't even realize he's doing it as he's half asleep.

"F-Fine! Be that way!" You end up bringing your own blankets with you most nights. You never know what you're going to get. But most nights than not, you have him completely wrapped around your body. Big spoon, little spoon, over the tummy, under?? You name it, you're his personal body pillow.

Asmodeus

Sleep preparation is a solid 10/10 with Asmo. Facials, hot showers, lotion and oils. You'll be all tidied up before setting foot in bed. Of course, this man is all over you. He'd kiss you to sleep if thats what you wanted, whispering sweet words into your ears that made you turn red.

He doesn't care what position you'd like to sleep in, as long as you're in each others arms, he's satisfied. Definition of giggling and kicking his feet when he's in bed with you. It's all nice and dandy, sleep will come very soon.

It would come even sooner if he'd actually shut his mouth for once. That's right, major sleep talker. Total overkill. He's having full on drama in his sleep and sometimes you can't help but listen. Other times you just beg to the angels above that he'd stop h talking.

He's out here revealing secrets left and right. He's talking about how he's the sexiest demon to exist. Other times, he's ranting about how you're a very close second place. And thats when he pulls you in tighter by instinct, his body already knows you're there. And you can't help but forgive him for all his sleep talk.

But when you don't, you contemplate shoving a pillow in his face to quiet him. Sometimes you do, and he wakes up to a pillow blocking the both of you like a brick wall. It's nothing personal Asmo, it's just business!

Beelzebub

The warmest, biggest hugs. His body may be rock hard, but somehow he's always soft to the touch. He loves having you lay on his stomach, full from a big hearty dinner. It's a comfortable weight on him, and it knocks him out every time. Other times he would just trap you in his arms, you never complained though.

Sleeping with Beel was always comfy. His blanket was huge to fit his body, so you always found yourself drowning in warmth. He sometimes even let you sleep in one of his large jackets. He loved the way it looked on you, and it was a one way ticket for good morning kisses.

But it's not always a good time. Not only does monstrous rumbles come from deep within his stomach at ungodly hours of the night, but this guy snores louder than the average dad. They are so loud that they even wake up Belphie, who always complains to you to shut him up. What were you supposed to do about it?!

The mix of his stomach and snoring can keep anyone awake at night. If his twin was having a hard time, expect yourself to be up for a few hours. You even opted to shoving your hand against his mouth a few times, he sucked it in so hard one time he almost choked, you never did it again.

He always apologized for the noises, a pout on his face and you couldn't help but smother him right then and there. The only solution you have currently is taking him to your room so as not to disturb Belphie....

Belphegor

By far, the easiest person to sleep with. His bed was practically made by angels. The softest comforter, the biggest pillows, silk sheets, furry blankets, you name it, he has it. Cuddling with him is so easy, you could just tangle yourself up in his arms and call it a day.

Lazy kisses were the way to go. He always snuggled his face close to yours, telling you "goodnight", even a "sweet dreams" if he was feeling extra nice. His tail would curl around you protectively, and you both would be out like a light switch within a few minutes.

You loved sleeping with Belphie, you really did. And the only downside was that now he wanted you to always sleep when he did. Sure, sleeping was nice, but you had a reputation to uphold. Assignments to finish, demons to make pacts with. And everytime, you'd find him trying to drag you back to bed with him.

He'd latch himself on your leg if he had to, and you'd be dragging this poor demon down the hall with you to your next class. You try to reason with him, and it all goes in one ear and out the other. He'd get petty with you, saying you don't love him anymore and lock himself in the attic.

You'll always end up apologizing, and to make it up to him, yup you guessed it you two end up sleeping in for a whole day. It was worth it though, he was always so cute when sleeping.

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Jude Bellingham 🧡

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

“i love you too, princess.” he muttered, pulling your head closer once again to capture your mouth with his once again, for a longer reunion kiss.

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sea-you-in-paradise · 1 year

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☽ ⛧ a r m i n a r l e r t ‘ s s l e e p i n g h a b i t s ⛧ ☾

summary - a *painstaking* list of every (sfw :/) sleep-related armin thought

word count - 1.954

setting - canonverse implied, but can be applicable to modern au

features - armin :)))

genderneutral!reader (implied established relationship)

warnings - implied nsfw

note: here is a link to the nsfw part 2 (MDNI!)

before he goes to sleep, armin utilizes every waking minute to the fullest extent.

- if he’s coming up with a plan of some sort, he will not sleep until he’s gone through every possible outcome he can think of

- spends time getting ahead of future work so he can never get behind

- sometimes he will get really lost in his books (obviously)

- most of the time, he pushes himself to stay awake far past the limit of what is considered “normal”

he’s trying to tire himself out enough to avoid nightmares

- he can go about 50 hours without napping, but tries to sleep before that (at least in small intervals) because he jokes that he can feel his brain cells dying. if he’s up for this long, it’s usually because he’s in the field/in charge of something that will effect a lot of people

- his naps are long enough to recharge a bit, but not normally long enough for more than 1 REM cycle

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*however* when he actually sleeps (and i mean like a real sleep. all it takes is a semi-comfortable bed/couch and no responsibilities until 10:00 the next day), armin sleeps.

- the minute this man’s eyes shut for the evening, good luck getting them to open again. needless to say, he’s a heavy sleeper

- despite refusing to admit how tired he is while he’s awake, once he’s under a comforter it would take a fucking fire to get him to stand up again

- an unburdened armin needs a minimum of 10 hours, but ideally 15 (ofc, if he were to actually sleep that much more than twice a month, he would freak out and feel like he’s missing his life)

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- he likes to wear either flannel or cotton pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and he likes it when you borrow each other’s clothes to wear to bed, especially when you’re apart (either to wear or just to have for the smell lol)

- if you go to bed at the same time and you have some sort of skincare routine, he really likes to watch and learn about what all the products do. bonus points if you do his skincare too. sometimes he’d probably keep you company while you do this even if he’s not going to sleep yet

- he’s really meticulous about brushing his teeth for a long time (canonverse specific, iykyk ;-;)

- if it’s up to him, he prefers bedding he can sink into. cushy mattress and either a duvet or comforter with a really plush blanket in case he gets chilly (he will get chilly. he is always cold. he sleeps in socks)

- he likes a pretty firm pillow tho because neck support > sleeping on a cloud

- right side of the bed is his preference, but he would give it up in a heartbeat for you

- sleeping position varies. usually he sleeps on his side, but he also sleeps on his back sometimes bc he has back pain and he doesn’t want to strain it more :(

- if he’s alone he sleeps facing towards the door bc he’s anxious. if you’re there, he likes it when you face each other or if one of you rests their head on the other’s chest

- if you move away from him, he will notice because he’ll get cold and he’ll move towards you again

- he doesn’t snore or breathe heavily, but he occasionally does the thing where he has little gasps or sharp inhales

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- he does what he can to prevent dreaming, but it still happens sometimes

- if he has nightmares it usually comes with night sweats and crying in his sleep. he doesn’t move a lot tho and he doesn’t wake you up on purpose. when he wakes up, it’s not some big jolt. his eyes shoot open and he takes in his bearings before getting up to change his clothes and get some water. when he comes back, he’s careful to get into bed really softly and then he’ll hold you as you sleep. if you wake up, please hold him back and run your fingers through his hair :(

- his nightmares are usually anxiety/regret/remorse related. he’ll talk about them after they happen sometimes and cry a little bit if you’re awake and he feels like it, but he doesn’t like to talk about them in the morning

- most nights he’s too tired to dream tho, so it’s okay ;-; no it’s not, he just says that

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- armin is not a morning person.

- as a matter of fact, if he gets less than his 10 hours, he is a certified grump. and he is so embarrassed about it

- he does everything he can to prevent it. like going to bed early if he can make himself or budgeting time into his schedule to stay in bed for longer, but he cannot stop the inevitable- if anyone, including you, tries to make him get up, he is a little bitch.

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the morning of a day off/day with few responsibilities might go something like this:

- armin goes through three stages once he’s been woken up: pouting, bargaining, and complete loss of filter. he will go through a version of these stages whether he is forcing himself to wake up, is woken up by a friend, or by you. as his partner, it’s usually you who is subject to this trio of events, even if you’re the gentlest, most loving person in the world

- if you must wake him up, he likes it when you stroke his arm/back and whisper softly. it takes some time, but he’ll eventually make a whiny noise and move around a little (if this isn’t your style, a more take-no-shit approach will be briefly detailed later)

- the pouting stage is exactly what it sounds like and it will be the shortest of the three. he’ll pull his covers a lot tighter and turn on his stomach so he can block the light easier and in the prettiest voice bc it’s all pouty, but also raspy from sleep, he’ll say something like, “baby, it’s so early, i don’t think it’s time yet.”

- then, when he’s more aware of the situation, he’ll turn to you and choose one of three options: a) he’ll ask for ten more minutes and promise not to complain when you wake him up again (lies). b) he’ll ask you for cuddles until he’s more awake. if you agree, it absolutely will not wake him up more, he will drift off again even if you’re talking to him. if you agree and you don’t have anything super important going on soon, he will try to make you fall back asleep too so he has an even better excuse for not showing up. c) he will attempt to seduce you. this sometimes follows option b (see note above for link to the nsfw hcs for more on this one)

- if you survive the bargaining stage and armin realizes that you’re not giving up, he will put on his grump face. it’s a cross between a pout and a glare, and it is rather amusing

- BUT unless you want him to be mean (and not in a fun hot way), do not make fun of him for the face. if you do, you’re going to realize that armin’s observation skills really do come in clutch and you’re going to start wondering about all of the things you do around him without noticing

- it would be like : “it’s so funny when you make that face” and then he fake smiles and in a totally innocent voice says something like, “aww, i’m sure it’s not as funny as you having broccoli in your teeth at dinner last night! It was in there like all night. sorry i didn’t tell you, it was just so funny.”

- he definitely apologizes for this later and most of the time assures you that he wasn’t being serious, but sometimes he is being serious. and the worst part is that you’ll never know all the embarrassing things he’s noticed you doing that he just doesn’t say anything about

- if you don’t make fun of the face though, you will stumble across a prime opportunity

- as someone who likes to lie in bed for a bit (forever) after waking up, armin will probably fall back asleep if he’s not doing something. so what better way to make sure he wakes up than to gossip with him?! with no filter, armin will say what he is honestly thinking about the people around him, and more often than not, he has some strong opinions

- tbh it’s just shit talking floch most of the time and he tells you what he finds annoying about everyone in the friend group (jean gets on his nerves the most)

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- if you’re the kind of person who will not baby him, mad respect to you. it would go more like this

- if you wake him up abruptly, he will be very surprised every single time. normally, he would find you’re assertive tendencies hot. this is not one of those times. assuming you leave immediately after waking him, armin will run through his stages on his own. he will fall asleep in either the pouting or bargaining stage. then stage 3 will be taken out on you when he finally pulls himself out of bed. he will go find you and be snarky, no gossiping, only sass. it is unbecoming, but also hilarious

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- regardless of how things play out, when armin finally “gains consciousness,” he is usually a bit mortified. he knows it was so nice of you to wake him up and he feels so bad for being grumpy (and for being so candid about his thoughts on Jean’s unrequited love), but his brain is always working overtime and sometimes there are some really positive benefits to his morning alter ego. the selfish parts of him don’t really feel like giving it up, especially if you don’t mind. that being said, he only apologizes for behavior he intends to change, so if this sort of morning routine is okay with you, he doesn’t really have anything to say sorry for. he’s so grateful that you have so much patience and love for him and he’s glad that there’s someone who is willing to help him stay punctual <333

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- once in a blue moon on these days off, armin wakes up before you (he’s well rested sometimes???) and if that happens he will move closer to you and wrap his arms around you

- if you have long enough hair he will brush it off your forehead. tuck it behind your ears, fix your bonnet, move your braid(s)/ponytail to a more comfy position (etc). he just likes being tentative

- MORNING FOREHEAD KISSES AJDFADJFLDFEW

- even if he is awake, he will do everything in his power to stay in bed with you for as long as humanly possible

- on days when he has actual responsibilities, armin is pretty good about being punctual, but he will still stay in bed as long as humanly possible and go through a shortened version of his routine. he’s good about being places on time, but it doesn’t mean he is in a good mood

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- and finally, despite everything, he doesn’t drink caffeine in the morning. he is a firm believer that a cold glass of water will wake him up faster. since he doesn’t eat much for breakfast, he doesn’t want to get jittery

#grumpy pouty slightly manipulative armin who wants to spend all day in bed with me will forever live rent free in my mind #yes jean gets on his nerves but dw he loves him sm jearmin rise #but jearmin cant rise too much bc i want him pls #if you read all this you get a gold star #what a fucking anthology #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #armin arlet #armin x reader #aot headcanon #armin arlert angst #armin arlert fluff

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somewhat-intelligent · 7 months

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You’re More Than My Heart, You’re My Blood

Flufftober Day 1 - "I've got you"

@flufftober

(Read on AO3)

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Like every night since they brought her home three weeks ago, it’s his daughter’s soft cries that wake him. Little whimpers and whines that he’s learned will quickly morph into full-blown wails. He has a minute, at best.

Don keeps his eyes shut tight, listening. Waiting.

Maybe, just maybe, for the first time, she’ll go back to sleep instead. She’s gotta sleep through the night at some point, right? But seconds later he’s rubbing his face and blinking into the low dark as Lina’s cries do the expected: become a little louder. A little more insistent.

Barely a month old, and she’s already a force of nature. Just like her mother.

Don exhales a laugh, picturing Judy’s expression when she wants him to do something: her full, pouty lips; her big, pleading eyes...

Yeah...

He never stands a chance against that look.

Another cry hits his ears, and Don tilts his head toward the corner where Lina’s crib sits, her light-up mobile casting a dance of stars across the ceiling, the walls. Beside him Judy stirs, a soft, disoriented sound of her own joining their infant’s disgruntled ones as she peels her face up from the pillow.

“What time is it?” Her voice cracks in her half-awake state, and Don gently pushes her arm down when she begins to lift the blanket, readying to get up.

“Hey, no,” he whispers. “You sleep. I’ll take this one.”

Judy gives in immediately.

After weeks of these middle-of-the-night wake-ups, her usual determination has been replaced by exhaustion, and she collapses back into the pillows with a grateful sigh of “thank you...”

Don hums his acknowledgment, dusting a kiss and a soft I love you to her temple before tucking the covers tighter around her shoulders and sliding out from under them himself as Lina’s wails swell.

He hurries the few steps it takes to reach her crib, and in the light from the false constellation dangling overhead, he can see that she’s kicked off her blanket, her little hands and bootied feet flailing as she produces sounds far louder than lungs so small have any right too.

Judy often jokes that she gets her loud mouth from him, and in these moments of shocking volume, he can never decide if he wants to take that as a compliment or not…

As impressed as he is, though, he really wants to let Judy get some more rest.

“Alright, kiddo.” He leans into the crib, carefully positioning one hand under his daughter’s back and sliding the other behind her head to support her neck the way Judy taught him. “You’re okay. Daddy’s got you,” he murmurs as he picks her up, still so small, weighing almost nothing. He’s held wrenches that were heavier.

Lina’s cries sputter out for a moment as she nuzzles her face into his shirt like she’s searching for something. They return with full force when she doesn’t find it.

Don cradles her up to his shoulder and strokes her back, swaying in a gentle, calming rhythm.

“What’s the problem, hm?”

He performs a hesitant smell-check that tells him she doesn’t need a change yet, so...It must be feeding time?

“I hope you got Mom’s brains,” he mutters into a kiss on her chubby, cry-reddened cheek. “You gotta learn to talk stat. Dad’s pretty good at deduction, but words will be a lot easier.”

A breathy chuckle drifts from the cocoon of blankets on the bed and Don looks over, just able to make out Judy’s face in the light of the simulated stars orbiting across her.

Don shakes his head, giving her a small smile. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I will,” comes her contented reply as she sinks deeper into the bedding, soft eyes still on him. “I love you,” she calls, quiet against the noise of their child.

If Lina was calm, he’d crawl back beneath the covers with her and hold them both—their own little colony of three.

But she isn’t calm. She’s cranky, and needs feeding, and he just volunteered for the job.

“I love you too.”

Gently bouncing Lina in his arms as her shrill screams continue, Don grabs a blanket from the crib and slings it over his free shoulder. He makes a quick stop at their bedside to give Judy a kiss, then heads out to the kitchen.

Not wanting to disturb his unhappy infant even more, he flips the lights to their lowest setting before retrieving one of the bottles Judy left in the fridge. As it heats in the microwave, he keeps up his soothing routine of gentle bounces and soft whispers into her softer hair.

Once the bottle is warmed, he settles on the couch, and Lina’s cries subside to short, sporadic whimpers. Don smiles as she makes tiny fists in the fabric of his t-shirt, and starts to rub her little nose into his chest again.

“Sorry, kid,” he chuckles. “Nothin’ there but pure muscle.”

He kisses the top of her head, careful of the spot that Judy told him would still be soft for the first few months before coaxing her back to replace his shirt with the bottle. Lina latches onto it like she hasn’t had a single morsel to eat in her entire short life, and she falls silent, save a few quiet sniffles and coos.

As Don watches her eat her fill, she watches him in return; her big, brown eyes, so much like Judy’s, so much like his, staring up at him.

It’s strange to recognize parts of himself in someone else.

Raised in that cold, Catholic orphanage, he hadn’t known his parents. Didn’t know if he had siblings. Had never met anyone he was related to. His whole life, it was just Don West; alone in a world that never seemed to want him.

Then he met the Robinsons. He met Judy. And he finally learned what family was. What it felt like to love, and, more importantly, what it felt like to be loved in return. To have people who cared, and who showed up when you needed them. He’d never had that growing up. But Lina?

Lina will have it all.

Her little hands come up against his on the bottle, and even as her impossibly small fingers close around his much bigger one, he knows that he’s the one wrapped around hers.

“Don’t worry, Lina,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You won’t be alone. I’ve got you. Us Robinson-Wests? We stick together.”

#flufftober2023 #flufftober #day 1 #day 1 “i've got you”#lost in space #robinwest #don x judy #don west #judy robinson #prompt fic #pamelo:my art

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softquietsteadylove · 9 months

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For the Mermaid au: could you do one where they are cuddling and kissing and being soft. pretty please

Thena's eyes fluttered, feeling lips on her skin. And that could only mean one thing; she smiled, her fangs poking her bottom lip as Gil peppered kisses around her cheeks. She purred gently, feeling like she had gone into a hibernation she was so sated.

Gil's kisses moved from her cheeks to her jaw to down to her neck.

Her eyes split open as his tongue traced over her gills.

"Thena!" he laughed as she flailed, trying to sit up in the bed only to realise her tail wasn't split, instead hanging off the end of the bed with her fins completely out. "Hey, it's okay!"

Thena leaned on her elbows, still feeling caught off-guard and maybe a little embarrassed for falling asleep and apparently letting go of herself completely. She blushed as Gil gave her a particularly amused smile beside her, "morning."

Gil leaned down, kissing her lips more properly this time. He pulled her into his lap, helping her situate her tail under the ruffled blankets. "Morning."

Thena clung to the bed sheet, her tail wiggling just at the tip. "I, um, we-"

Gil kissed her again, which she had no complaints about, surely. He was more affectionate than usual this morning. "Do you feel okay?"

After they had finally completed the act of mating, he meant. Thena nodded, the warmth in her cheeks not dimming any. She did feel a little embarrassed - mostly about the tail thing - but mostly it seemed her body insisted on running at a higher temperature in its elation.

"Good," Gil remarked lightly, looking her over for signs of a truer answer she might not have the words for at the moment. His finger tapped against her shoulder before tracing down her back to the small dorsal spines at the base of her back around her scales.

Thena shivered slightly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"Why would it hurt?" she was asking genuinely. Were human females not meant to mate under certain circumstances?

Gil kissed her cheek, still running his hands over her lightly. "Sometimes it can hurt a little the first time you do something new and...strenuous. But I guess you wouldn't have to worry about that as much."

Thena nodded again, still trying to wrap her head around it all. She looked down at her tail, still sticking out of the blanket and practically laughing at her lack of energy.

"Thena?"

She tucked her head under his chin, although with him looking down at her the space was tight. She wiggled for him to let her in. She lifted her tail, taking up most of the bed and rustling his bed sheets, "sorry."

"About what?" he laughed faintly, telling her that he knew what she was apologising for--the question was rhetorical. "I don't mind."

Thena made an unhappier sound in the back of her throat. After mastering the art of splitting her tail at a moment's notice, she hadn't anticipated losing control of it like this.

Gil moved one of his hands and ran it down the cool of her scales, pale and shimmering as a pearl. "It's a beautiful tail."

Thena's face burned hotter than she had experienced before.

"Have I never told you that?" he was asking genuinely, clueless to how weighty a statement saying something like that was.

Thena squirmed as he kissed the tip of her ear, which also felt flushed with heat. "I--y-you-!"

He held her shoulders, settling his chin on the top of her head again, "are you hungry?"

She was famished. She felt like she had swam the globe last night.

Gil took her silence as a yes, kissing her cheek again, although she did not want him to know how flushed she was for some reason. He leaned away from her slowly, helping her lean on his bunched up pillows without the support of her knees or a butt to sit on. "Here."

Thena clung to his pillow as he laid the t-shirt of his she had been wearing last night over her 'lap'. She eyed it, and then watched as he sought clothes of his own. Eventually she had to avert her eyes from the sight of him...swinging.

It felt very different to see that part of him after having come to know what it was capable of.

Gil came back over to her, kissing her hair, "take your time, Angelfish. Just come downstairs when you're ready, okay?"

She nodded, promising that she would indeed emerge from his room. He left, whistling as he went downstairs to the kitchen. It seemed he was in as elated a mood as she.

She pressed her smile to his pillow, absorbing the scent of him.

Her tail moved faintly in response to the pleasant stimulus.

Thena huffed at herself. She laid against Gil's side of the bed, focusing her energy on her blood flow. Slowly but surely, her scales pulled back and she split her tail into two separate bone structures. It had never taken effort like this before. She truly was depleted of energy.

She had to wonder if this was normal after the act of mating. Makkari and Sersi had both been so reluctant to tell her about it, in completely different ways for completely different reasons. She did manage to slip out of bed and pull his shirt on again. Her knees felt a little loose.

She managed to get down the stairs without incident. She poked her head into the kitchen, where Gil was stirring a pot with bonito and kombu in it (two of her favourites). He wasn't wearing a shirt, just those soft pants that were even softer on the inside.

He looked handsome.

Thena came into the kitchen with her hands clasped behind her. Perhaps she could understand why mating was such an affair in a person's life, whether human or mer. She felt...different.

Gil reached out for her, pulling into another kiss. Perhaps he too felt different. "Hey."

"Hey," she greeted back needlessly, giggling a little between their kisses and their closeness.

He pressed his lips to her temple and then hovered there, "last night was great."

She felt that was an understatement, but agreed. She put her hand to his chest, determined to ask, "are there post-mating rituals I should know of?--for humans?"

"Hm," he smiled, seeming determined to look at her and not the food he was cooking, "this kind of is one."

Thena tilted her head one way and then the other, "you cook breakfast everyday."

"Yeah but," he chuckled, pulling her against his chest again. Apparently mating turned him even more cuddly than usual (agreeable). "Breakfast after...mating--w-well, it can be different."

"Hm," Thena agreed quietly. She went to retrieve their little miso soup bowls, Gil's hand trailing against hers. He was truly loath to part with her, and she understood the feeling.

"Do you feel..." he looked at her, some of his usual anxiety surfacing under his giddiness, "different?"

Thena beamed, showing off her fangs. So sweet, her human man. She went back over to him, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. "Wonderfully so."

#Thenamesh Mermaid AU #it's kissy-mushy-lovey-dovey hours #population Gil and his mermaid girlfriend #listen #they are as susceptible to the post-coital high as anyone #poor Thena wakes up like goddammit!#like she's sneezed and her legs are a tail again #it's more inconvenient than anything #and she's so used to having her legs on that her tail feels a little cumbersome #just flopping around in Gil's bed #it's different when she has it on in the bathtub!#Gil is on cloud nine #he's a little worried about Thena #he'll keep an eye on her maybe gently suggest she ask Sersi any questions she has #he doesn't know if mers have an underwater version of gynecology

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flutteringfable · 4 months

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so the 'get to know your character' questionnaire thingy... (cracking knuckles /lh)

1- fable & nagito

2- scara

4- kirishima/bakugou/kento

6- cael

8- venti

autism BLAST!! autism ATTACK!! >:D

1 - go-to drink order

fable ~ irl i really love sweet drinks! i think any of my self inserts’ go-to would be either honey milk tea with tapioca or warm vanilla black tea with lots of sugar and milk!

nagito ~ sharply contrasting me, he doesn’t like sweet stuff very much. he canonically likes anti-energy drinks (i guess thats what theyre called?) but i think he would like plain green tea a lot. maybe with a little honey?

2 - grooming routine

scara ~ i think even before he has a more chill domestic life as wanderer, he’s pretty neat and likes to stay clean. i always think of him with doll joints so i imagine he always has to scrub around his elbows, chest, knees, etc more than anywhere else because dirt probably gets built up there. this might just be me projecting but i think he tends to feel gross pretty quickly even after a thorough bath (like, the next day, if he ends up getting too hot during the night, etc). i don’t think his hair would get tangled easily, but he likes to brush it a lot. he’s constantly fighting static electricity to keep his hair flat lmaooo. he doesn’t rly need to sleep but he always feels more at ease when he has the chance for some self care after a long day.

4 - scars/tattoos?

ohhh boy. this one will defs be the longest one XD

all of them have scars from each other (bites, cuts, and burns respectively), and kiri and kento have stretch marks from their own quirks.

i don’t wanna drop manga spoilers so some of the headcanons for bakugou i can’t say quite yet lolz. i think he probably has burns from his own quirk, and ive always enjoyed the headcanon that he has a semi-permanent line over his nose where his mask sits. i think he would absolutely have some tattoos, as well. obvs he has an all might one, it’s probably something small on his shoulder or back, and i also really love the idea of him having tattoos of kiri and kento’s logos too (maybe near his heart because cute).

i have a headcanon that kiri’s skin breaks slightly in some places when he uses his unbreakable form for the first few times, so he has some almost invisible lines all over him where the breaks have healed. there’s obviously the canonical scar over his right eye, where he accidentally cut himself when his quirk first developed, too. his scars are fewer and less intense than bakugou’s and kento’s because of his quirk, but he has a major one on his shoulder where bakugou grabbed him during a spar. i don’t think he would have a lot of tattoos, but the idea of him with a crimson riot one is really cute to think about.

kento. where to begin with this guy. i think when he initially escapes the lab he has a lot of bruises that last a lengthy amount of time, but those do eventually heal. the fireballs he can summon with his quirk left burns on him when he was still getting used to the powers. he has a tattoo of the number ‘014’ on his right wrist (his experiment number), but later on i think he would have lots of pretty and intricate tattoos. he seems like the type to have the spiderweb neck/shoulder tattoo thing, and maybe a half sleeve of roses? idrk what specific ones i want him to have, but i think he would have a lot of really pretty ones.

6 - oldest/middle/youngest/only child?

cael is an only child with older child energy. i think it would be super sweet if he used his cafe as a safe space for others, where he meets other trans people and offers all the support he can. local trans guy takin care of his family yk <3

8 - place where they sleep

i think that most frequently, venti sleeps in the windrise tree. he brings blankets and pillows to the place in the center where the tree disperses into limbs, and makes a sort of nest. during naps he usually sleeps without all the cushioning, but he likes bundling up and being surrounded in soft things. the breeze is usually stronger around windrise, but the tree acts as a buffer so it doesn’t disturb him or make it too cold. he probably does have a house somewhere, but he much prefers to sleep in the open and feel the wind around him.

#fable answers 💫#kenribaku #kento sasaki #oc x canon #bnha oc #venti the bard #scaramouche genshin impact #nagito komaeda #genshin oc #cael osman

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kharonion · 2 years

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"I'll take care of you."

(for whoever you're feeling ❤️)

My brain wanted to write fluffy smut, so have some lighthearted Gail/Charon in these trying times. Subtle smut sentence starters || 832 words | handjob, aftercare

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee has grown familiar in a way that, strangely enough, calms him. From the holotape player downstairs, the soft melody of a tune that he could only describe as nostalgic (for reasons unknown to him) cuts through the smoldering air. The Capital, though usually a cruel mistress, is especially so in the summer months; the heat makes his body ache and protest his every move. Which is why Gail is almost always up before him as of late.

And as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, there’s an inexplicable, painful hardness between his legs that is relentless. He stops himself from messing with it— lest he postpone getting up any longer. Finally, it eases (enough, anyway), and Charon forces his body to fucking move. His joints creak almost as much as the floor does, and every step is a mile.

Gail is waiting for him in the sitting area with two steaming mugs and a smile that rivals the sun. “Morning, Bear!”

“Pretty sure it is, in fact, mid-afternoon, pchelka.”

“Well, for you, it’s morning,” they say as if it is irrefutable fact. He graciously takes the coffee offered to him, though as he starts towards the sofa, Gail stops him. They’re diagnosing him on the spot. He must’ve grimaced or… something to give away his discomfort. That or the more likely option: Gail just knows better.

“It’s bad today?” Their eyes soften as they ask, a hand resting gently on Charon’s forearm, and though the question is almost a statement, he nods in confirmation. Gail guides him back upstairs without any more question, helping him climb the mountain that is the fucking stairway.

Relief floods Charon’s body when he’s lead back to bed. He sets his mug on the nearby desk, easing himself onto the mattress. Gail places a supportive hand on the small of his back, assisting him until he’s laid down, his upper body propped against the metal wall using every pillow Gail can scrounge up.

But, they don’t leave. No, Gail is sitting on the bed’s edge, their thigh pressing against his own. The hand softly kneading the sore muscle makes Charon groan deep in his chest.

“Need… help, Bear?”

With what? He’s situated in bed well enough, he has his coffee, book, and reading glasses in arm’s reach. What could he possibly— Oh. Turns out his earlier predicament wasn’t as resolved as he’d thought.

A bright flush blankets Gail’s cheeks. They start to fiddle with the hem of their shirt (well, his shirt; they are notorious for yanking his spares… and they look sinfully beautiful wearing it). “I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to impose. Just, with you hurting and—”

“Yes.” Charon’s hand engulfs Gail’s. He doesn’t move it away; in fact, he shifts it closer. Closer to where he wants it. “Please.”

Gail readjusts, their emerald eyes twinkling like stars. “Okay, Bear,” they purr. Small, deft fingers undo his pants with ease, and that alone is enough to lull his head against the wall with a heaving moan and knit brow. Soft lips brush his own, their foreheads resting together. The tip of Gail’s nose rests just in the dip of his nasal cavity; he feels more than hears their murmurs. “Relax... please. I’ll take care of you.”

Charon closes what little gap there is between them. The painful ache plaguing his body dissolves, melts away as his mouth pleadingly parts. Gail hesitates, but follows through when it’s clear this is what he wants. They taste of toothpaste and stale coffee, and he hungers for more, a large hand cupping Gail’s nape, pulling them in. Closer, deeper.

Gail only pumps him once, twice. And already, he’s coiled like a spring, so tense that a few vertebrae in his neck audibly realign. Their other hand splays across Charon’s chest. Over his heart. Three purposeful taps.

Normally, he’d retaliate in the same manner. But today, he finds himself breaking away just enough where their lips brush as Charon whispers a gravelly, “As I love you.”

Though the moment is still tender, Gail's hand is relentless around him. They rub along the sensitive veins, thumb teasing his slit as a knuckles lightly rubs under the head. Charon's teeth clamp the inside of his cheek. All that escapes him is a choked grunt. It’s not much longer— just a sure flick of Gail’s wrist and an alluring giggle that makes his cock throb in their palm— before Gail’s hand is painted white.

“Sssh…” Gail soothes as he regains his composure, fingers carding through patches of russet locks. Nails scratch his scalp tenderly, softly. Suddenly, his body hurts all over again, a pained groan slipping out as he pants. Concern lilts Gail's voice and actions, and they quietly say, “I’ll take care of you. Please rest, Bear.”

A blanket drapes over him, tucked in under his shoulders, and a long, chaste kiss warms his forehead. “I love you.”

#sorry this took so long ksjdhf #the idea didn't come to me for a long while 😭#i love them your honor #(still very open to taking these btw!)#.nsft #tumblr drabs #x: so tragic so magic #charon #oc: gail parsons #.asks #killyourrdarlingss #khar writes

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overcomeanxietycolorado · 1 year

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10 Ways To Calm Your Nerves This December

Holiday blues already?

We’ve landed in December and I can feel the holidays approaching.

Travel plans made. Christmas gift ideas swirling around my head, and hopefully some already in the closet.

Anticipating events can be a fun. Looking forward to the joy of celebrating with people? Or not?

If your anxiety spikes just thinking of holiday plans, this blog is for you.

You may feel locked in on this extrovert’s roller coaster. So many obligations. Here are some tips to calm your nervous system when life seems overwhelming.

1. Go into the bathroom and close the door. Sit. Breathe and think of summer. Kidding. Sort of. Imagine for a minute that you are in your safe place. For me that’s usually a summer garden or beach.

2. Take a mini break to stretch and bend. Simply find a room where you can stretch out your arms. Reach for the sky. Then slowly bend at the waist, reaching toward the floor. Hold each position for a count of 5 while you breathe deeply. Stretch and bend your body for a few minutes. Do not hurry. Twist to each side. Gently swivel your neck. Scrunch up your shoulders a few times.

3. Put your legs up on a wall. Find a spot where you can lay on the floor and point your feet up the wall in an inverted “L”. You may want to recline on a yoga mat or blanket. Some people like a folded blanket to support the head. Often a pillow is too much. Be gentle with your neck. Don’t try to move your head from side to side in this position. Just face up toward the ceiling. This is truly the most restorative position for unwinding stress. Stay 5 minutes. Or 10 minutes if you have that luxury. No time? Try it for 1 minute!

4. Declutter. Holiday decorating is fun and it can get out of control. When your inner space begins to feel over-stimulated, it helps to un-decorate a little. Pick a room or even just a table top or countertop and put things away or throw them away. (I know you’ll respect other people’s stuff. Perhaps some negotiation will be required). Keep a holiday box in a nearby closet for stashing decorations you’re tired of already! Less is more.

5. Take a day off work to spend the day with YOU. A mental health day. Do whatever you want. Don’t feel guilty.

6. Imagine a perfect December and take some notes. Your mind is powerful. A day dream can sooth you and bring you back into the Window of Tolerance. Then return to previously scheduled activities with a calmer mind.

7. Pause and listen to music. The pause here is important. Just sit or lie down, cue up a song on your favorite app or YouTube and give your full attention to the song. Do not stare at the screen! Put it out of sight and rest your attention on the music only. Sick of Christmas music? So many other choices are out there for your personal play list.

8. Make your own Holiday De-stress List. Your mental health is important. Even if you are responsible for several other humans (especially if you are responsible for little ones or high needs adults), paying attention to your own well-being is key to getting through challenging times.

9. Choose several small self care activities to do every day during this season. Can you take a 20 minute walk? Meditate for 5 minutes? Listen to a soothing song? Or choose one of the tips above?

10. Choose at least 1 activity for yourself each week. Can you get a massage? Go to a yoga class? Set aside a few hours to read a novel?

Whether your holiday is Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Winter Solstice or another celebration, here’s to a manageable holiday season! Cheers!

Like these 10 tips and want more help managing your life in these challenging times? I’ll be taking new clients in January. Call now for a free consultation.

#Holiday Season #Holidays

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luminnara · 3 years

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Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff

Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things

Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol

I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!

Requests are open!

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.

Not for you, though.

When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.

It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.

“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.

But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.

“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”

“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.

His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.

“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.

“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”

You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.

Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.

When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.

“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.

You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”

The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”

A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”

Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”

You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”

He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”

“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug.

“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.

“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”

You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”

“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you.

He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets.

“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet.

“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”

He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”

You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door.

“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”

“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.

“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed.

You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.

“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him.

“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you.

You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.

“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”

“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”

You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”

He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.

“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest.

Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”

“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”

He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.

“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss.

“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”

“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”

The boys frowned at each other.

“...but just making it made me feel better.”

You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you.

“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly.

“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.

#bakugou x reader #kiribaku #Alpha!Kirishima #alpha!bakugou #alpha!kirishima x reader #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader #kiribaku x reader #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o

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keewriting · 3 years

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Cove x MC - One Shot #4 (NSFW 18+ request)

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW 18+, I wrote this with any kind of MC in mind, so hopefully it fits for you!

The sun was setting on another summer evening. You waded out of the ocean, intentionally a few steps behind Cove to admire the toned muscles on his tan back. He strode out of the water with ease and collapsed onto your colorful knit quilt. Sand clung to your feet as you emerged from the ocean to join him. Cove was on his back, elbows propping up his upper half. His head pointed towards the indigo sky. You paused in front of the blanket, considering how to lower yourself onto it without bringing the sand with you.

Aware of your presence, Cove raised his head and made eye contact with you. His soaked hair swept away from his face and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the sun exposure. His innocent gaze traveled down your body. You stood frozen, struck by the adoration in his ocean eyes. You noticed the color of his cheeks deepen and spread to his ears. His eyes darted away and he stuck out his bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: How did I not notice that earlier?

You looked down at your own body quizzically, scanning for an abnormality. Oh, there it was. The anklet. You usually took it off before hitting the beach, but it must have slipped your mind earlier. You kicked your decorated foot towards Cove.

Y/N: Notice what? Notice this?

Cove closed his eyes and hummed, trying to hide his amusement. His reaction stirred excitement within you. Your voice was saccharine and dripping with ironic innocence.

Y/N: I swear I didn’t mean to wear it. I forgot to take it off earlier.

Cove: For some reason I don’t believe you.

You lowered your foot and crossed your arms over your chest. Cove peeked his eyes open, relief washing over his face.

Y/N: And I don’t believe that you’re not thrilled to see it on my ankle.

You had him there, and Cove knew it. He motioned for you to join him on the blanket. Your earlier struggle reemerged. Without thinking, you dropped your knees first, then flopped the rest of your body onto the quilt. You landed with an “oof” and Cove cackled at your lack of grace.

Cove: Y/N…

You propped your head onto your hands and kicked your feet upwards towards your rear. The anklet danced enticingly in Cove’s eyeline. This display more than made up for your clumsy blanket landing.

Y/N: Yes, Cove?

Cove decided he had nothing to say. He took your face in his hands and kissed you sensually. You returned the kiss, melting under the shock of his sudden forwardness.

You parted your lips hungrily. You felt the warmth of Cove’s tongue threaten to clash with yours. You thrust your tongue forward daringly. A low moan escaped Cove’s throat. He pushed the kiss deeper and flipped you onto your back.

The kiss broke apart. Cove stared into your eyes, causing your head to spin.

Cove: Can we go?

You nodded, quite aware of his intentions. Cove helped you up and grabbed a corner of the blanket in one hand while holding yours in the other. You walked in silence toward the Holden residence. As you grew closer, Cove’s pace slowed. The light was on inside the house. Mr. Holden was home, and awake. Cove’s tone was dejected and frustrated.

Cove: There is no way we can casually waltz into my room with dad home. No way.

You felt determined to make this happen. You looked over to your house, a beacon of hope. You knew your moms and Liz were home, but the light downstairs was off. You tugged Cove’s arm in the direction of your house.

Y/N: Let’s climb into my room through the window, Cove-style.

Cove: Uhhh, your family is home. Are you sure about this?

Y/N: We’ll be quiet. And the risk is a little exciting, isn’t it?

Cove hesitated, but followed your lead. The risk of detection was higher at your house, so you never got down with Cove in your room. The thought of getting frisky with Cove somewhere new made your blood pump faster. You walked in silent anticipation until you arrived at the scaffolding up to your window.

Y/N: You can drop the blanket there. Give me a boost?

Cove obliged without a word, obviously lost in his own head again. He supported your waist as you climbed. You grimaced and pried open the window slowly, trying to reduce the squeak of the hinges. You stealthily slipped inside and landed on your feet. When you turned around, Cove perched familiarly in the window with a nervous expression.

Y/N: Get in here and close the window.

Cove: Are you going to turn the light on?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Too risky, we’re relying on the romantic moonlight tonight.

Cove did his best to enter gracefully, his height and the darkness working against him. You held your breath until the boy was inside. He closed the window behind him and stood awkwardly in front of you.

Cove blushed, his features barely visible in the soft moonlight. You stepped toward him and tickled your finger under his chin, leading him to your bed. He followed, eyes glued to your inviting lips. You fell backwards onto your bed with a soft thwump. Cove leaned into you, inches away from a kiss, then paused.

Cove: Y/N, we aren't exactly prepared to do anything here, are we?

The vagueness of his wording wasn’t surprising. This wouldn’t be your first time going all the way with Cove, but he was still learning how to speak candidly about it. You squirmed away from Cove and reached into your bedside table drawer. Using one hand, you blindly felt around until you felt the familiar packaging. You produced the condom and presented it to Cove with a shining grin. His mouth fell open and his cheeks grew red.

Cove: Why do you have that? We never… do anything here…

His voice drifted off quietly.

Y/N: Call it wishful thinking.

Cove avoided your gaze, unsatisfied with your answer. You hooked your arms around his neck, the condom still poking between your index and middle finger. In this new position, Cove had to face you head on.

Y/N: I have a gorgeous boyfriend who is almost always half naked. It’s not absurd to be prepared.

Cove chuckled sheepishly at that response. He took the condom from your fingers and peeled one corner. He placed the half opened package on the edge of your bedside table for easy access when the time was right. Cove faced you again, ready to devote his undivided attention to you.

Cove: I have one more concern.

You raised one eyebrow, indicating you wanted Cove to continue. He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words to use. He caressed your cheek while he thought. Finally, he settled on something.

Cove: You’re uh— loud.

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment, but you couldn’t argue. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a retort. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You grabbed the hand still caressing your cheek and guided his fingers to your lips.

Y/N: Why don’t you put these to use.

Your voice came out low and husky. That was enough to set off Cove. He lunged at your lips with his. The kiss felt intoxicating. You entangled your fingers in Cove’s damp seafoam locks. He ran his warm hands up and down your torso and chest. His right hand lingered for a moment on your hip, then traced down your leg. Lips still connected, he grabbed your adorned ankle and lifted it towards his shoulder.

Cove pulled back from the kiss. You almost didn’t recognize the passionate hunger in his eyes, but a familiarly pensive look crossed his flushed face. Calculating his next move was causing a bit of inner turmoil. You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling traveled downward within you.

Cove loosened his grip on your ankle and turned his face to it. He gently pecked around the ankle with small kisses and bites. You shuddered at the sensation. You felt a heightened sense of vulnerability with your legs spread and exposed to Cove. He pressed his crotch forward into yours as he traced his tongue from your ankle up your leg. You felt his hardness twitch against your crotch. His tongue trailed and broke off before it reached your knee.

Cove lowered your leg and released it as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hands toyed with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms and you allowed him to remove them. Now completely naked, you wanted Cove on the same page. You curved your fingers into the hem of his swim trunks and helped lower them. He stood up to kick them off entirely. You scrambled to sit up straight, you wanted to use this opportunity to shift the position. Cove noticed your sudden movement and became concerned.

Cove: Is everything okay, Y/N?

You nodded coquettishly and beckoned for Cove with your finger. His erection grew as he scanned you with lust burgeoning within.

Y/N: Get back here, you.

Cove rested his knee on the bed and prepared to loom above you, but you shifted your weight and pinned him to the bed. His head landed on your pillow and his eyes widened. You situated yourself on top, straddling your legs on either side of him. The reality of the situation weighed down on his mind. There was nothing between your bodies.

Cove’s face was burning red, but he didn’t break eye contact. His unusual boldness only turned you on more. You pressed your body closer to his and teased your lips above his. His hands gripped your hips and threatened to move lower. You moved closer to his ear and spoke in a low whisper before running your tongue down his lobe.

Y/N: Go lower, I dare you.

Cove whimpered and allowed his hands to move onto your ass. He squeezed hard and spread your cheeks. Your body tingled and you managed to stifle a moan by biting your lip. He bucked his hips forward, grinding your crotches together. You ran your hands over his defined pecs and pinched his nipples.

You felt about ready to burst and could tell Cove was equally tantalized. He instinctively reached for the condom and removed it from the packaging. You sat back to allow him room to slip it on. Cove’s warm hands caressed your thighs and coaxed you forward.

You held his gaze as you lowered yourself onto his erect penis. His bright eyes widened, then closed as he felt you wrap around him. He parted his lips, allowing his next words to barely escape.

Cove: Y/N, fuck…

Curse words and Cove rarely mixed, but when they did you felt it in your bones. You stabilized yourself by resting your palms on Cove’s toned abdomen. Using this position for leverage, you lifted yourself, then came back down. Cove’s eyes shut tight and his lip quivered. You gradually increased the pace, keeping an eye on Cove’s reaction.

Cove's eyes lidded heavily, his mouth agape with small gasps. You felt the warmth of his hands crawling up your torso and across your chest. One hand remained groping your chest while the other moved upward to caress your face. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. You couldn’t contain the pleasured moan that escaped from your mouth.

Cove furrowed his brows and huffed. He continued working your nipple, but his other hand drew closer to your mouth. His thumb traced the outline of your lips. He eyed you carefully, anticipating your next move. You parted your lips and used your tongue to tease Cove’s thumb into your mouth. Testing the waters, he pinched your nipple harder. You bit down gently on the tip of his thumb and moaned. The sound was sufficiently stifled by Cove’s thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held your hips firmly in place.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove controlled his breathing, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Flustered and teetering on the edge, he whispered.

Cove: Could you lie on your back?

You eased off of him and scooted backwards. Cove sat up and pushed you flat against the bed. He aligned himself in front of you and hiked your legs upward to hang your legs on each of his shoulders. One hand twirled your anklet while the other anchored onto your hip bone.

Cove inserted himself into you again, exhaling a low rumbling groan. He began thrusting, gently but firmly. Your body felt hot. Your skin was throbbing with passion and damp with sweat. You wanted more.

Y/N: Cove— hhhf. Haa— harder.

Your thirst imbued Cove with confidence. He leaned forward to kiss you, still draped by your legs. You spread your arms above your head and gripped the mattress, bracing yourself. He dug his hands into your hair and pulled.

His thrusts became more powerful and deliberate. You moaned deeply into his mouth. The new position created a tightness around Cove’s dick that drove him mad. He began to fondle you externally to match your climax to his.

You peered through your hazy vision into Cove’s focused expression. Your eyes met in a moment of passion and bliss, sending each other over the edge.

Cove: Y/N— I’m, fuck… Are you—

You felt the familiar throbbing of Cove finishing within you, which fueled your own climax. Cove’s mouth was on yours before you could cry out, muffling your inevitable moan. Your body shuddered with waves of electric pleasure.

Cove separated himself from you and pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to you, hand resting on his pounding chest. You nuzzled into him, embracing the heat and dampness of his skin.

Y/N: So that was amazing.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Cove fell into thought. You propped yourself on one elbow to analyze his expression. His eyes were half-lidded and watery. The trademark blush was exactly where it belonged. The gentle smile on his lips parted to speak.

Cove: I love you, Y/N. I think about that a lot. You know that. But moments like this make me feel so much closer to you.

He paused to gauge your reaction. You nodded to let him continue.

Cove: You’re incredibly special, and I’m so lucky that you were⁠— er, are patient with me. And that’s all I have to say on the matter...

Cove became aware of his words and grew quieter. You chuckled at his sudden self-consciousness.

Y/N: My big softie. I love you, Cove.

Cove’s eyes crinkled adorably with his grin. He wrapped you in a big hug and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his rhythmic heartbeat while he stroked your hair. The anklet-driven evening came to a satisfying end.

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brendaaaa · 3 years

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Bad Dreams (Miles Fairchild x gn!Reader)

You jolted awake, immediately sitting up in your bed.

You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, chest heaving as you desperately tried not to replay the horrid night terror.

You pulled your blankets tight around you, even though your body was hot, very sweaty and overheated.

You were situated in a guest room in the Fairchild manor. You had been staying there since last Monday, choosing to take your spring break vacation with some of your favorite people. Miles was your best friend, and had been since you were both little.

As you looked around in the darkness, the cold and empty room unfriendly, you wished more than anything he was right here with you. As a friend, of course. You and Miles...weren’t like that.

But while he was bitter and sometimes even cruel to most other people, he was always such a gentleman to you. You were certain that if he were here right now, he’d be hugging you, pulling you into his arms, stroking your back gently, talking to you in a low, soothing tone.

You shivered, suddenly feeling quite alone and scared. You were no stranger to nightmares, and this one had been plaguing you off and on for almost six months now. Miles was the only one you had confided about it in. You felt that he was the only one who would understand. He’d been perfect. Empathetic, concerned, all the right things.

Yet another reason why you were craving for Miles to comfort you right now.

His room wasn’t that far away, only a few doors down. The only thing holding you back was the weird note the two of you had left on before going to bed.

You had kissed Miles on the cheek goodnight. You went up on your tiptoes, and pressed a kiss on his smooth cheekbone.

He hadn’t responded, with either action or words, just looked at you with a funny look in his eyes.

You were embarrassed by your actions, even though it was only meant to be friendly, not suggestive at all.

So you had rushed away, back to your cold, lonely guest room, and fallen into a restless sleep.

You shivered again, and looked over to the clock to see that it was around three in the morning. The witching hour, you thought to yourself with a shudder.

Your nightmare replayed in your mind, and you couldn’t help but let out a slight cry and squeeze your eyes shut. It wasn’t pleasant.

You laid in bed, trying to fall back asleep asleep but having no luck.

Eventually you gave into yourself. So what did it matter if you and Miles had left on a “weird note”. So what? He was your best friend, and you needed him.

Right now.

You, pulling on a sweatshirt to be slightly more clothed, stumbled your way down the hall, careful not to disturb Flora in her bedroom.

The manor usually brought good memories for you, mostly of your younger days, having fun with Miles and then Flora when she was born. But for some reason over this visit, things felt off about it. You always felt like someone was watching you…

You hurried, not wanting to be out in the open hallway for very long, and crept into Miles’ room.

It was dark, so dark that you couldn’t even see him. Cautiously so that you didn’t trip over anything, you navigated your way to the window, where you pulled back the heavy drape just a mere inch or two. But that was plenty, the moonlight flooded into the room instantaneously.

Miles, sprawled over his bed, groaned slightly as he woke up and held up a hand to cover his face.

“S’ all that light for?” He muttered into his pillow.

You walked over and sat carefully on his bed, and took a nervous breath.

“Y/n?” He mumbled, seemingly just registering your presence. It was funny how alert he was during the day, but then at night, how he was so out of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” you whispered softly.

“What are you…?” He scrunched up his face, trying to focus his sleepy eyes on you.

“I, uh…” you faltered, suddenly at a loss for words. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so nervous, all things considered, that this was just Miles. Only your best friend in the entire world.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, leaning up now, so that one of elbows was supporting him. His hair was a wild mess, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit better seeing it. The sight of his concerned face made your stomach lurch, and that’s when you realized it.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. Of course. It was so obvious! You, Y/n, had the feels for Miles. You liked him.

No wonder you were feeling so nervous about coming to his room, seeking his comfort in the dead of night. Speaking of which…he was still watching you with a worried look.

“I-,” ...now you really didn’t know what to say, but luckily he sighed in a realization of his own, and reached out to gently touch his hand to yours, causing butterflies at the graze of his fingertips.

“Nightmares?” He asked softly, a shimmering look in his dark brown eyes.

You inhaled before responding with a sharp nod.

He frowned, sitting up and moving his other hand to your shoulder. Whether he realized it or not, he was subconsciously moving his fingers in small, slow circles. For you, it was as if you could feel his touch ten times more intensely than it actually was, and you stumbled over your words.

“I-it was the same dream,” you told him.

He sighed, assessing you for a moment with sad eyes, before pulling you to him, muttering a “c’mere.”’

You let yourself be hugged by him, and then in that moment you realized that you thought of him as way more than just your best friend because he treated you like more than a friend.

You thought back on all the times that you had subconscious feelings, all the little things he did. The way he would help you off of the horse when riding together, his hands lingering on your hips. The dorky smile he gave you when you would talk in other voices while reading to Flora. The way he -tried- to carry you home after you broke your ankle out playing in the fields. Hey, it’s the thought that counts. The things that ever so subtly made you like him, be inclined to want to be around him, things that made you feel like soup whenever he was doing them.

Like now, like hugging you. Yes, Miles treated you like he liked you.

And so you had to know. You lifted your head up, so that your faces were close together, your noses almost touching.

“Miles…?” You whispered.

He squeezed your arm, his way of non-verbally telling you to continue whatever you were saying.

“Do you...could you ever, I don’t know, like me?” You asked. Might as well find out.

He smiled a little, no, it was almost smirking. You tensed up, swearing to god that if he said, ‘of course, we’re friends,’ you wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry.

“No,” he said, still smiling. “I wouldn’t say so.”

You let out a short breath, not sure how to react.

“I would use the term love instead.”

Your eyes widened, “wha—really?”

He didn’t say anything, just smiled, his hand moving from your shoulder to caress your face.

He leaned in and kissed your neck, somewhat softly, but at the same time...not.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lost in the feeling of wanting, needing.

When he pulled away, you could only think that you wanted him to continue kissing you, even if it left a bruise, you didn’t care.

You just wanted him to-

“Yes,” he whispered.

“What?” You were puzzled, having been lost in your own thoughts.

“Yes,” he repeated. “You asked really? My answer is yes.”

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The Bad Batch + Sleeping

headcanons under the cut because this got long

warnings: mention of nightmares, anxiety stuff etc

Tech:

-I just know this man runs on like 3 hours of sleep daily, 5 if he's lucky, and that's not even including nap time during the day, but I also know he's not stupid enough to fly the Marauder whilst tired

-sleeps on his right side with a pillow designed specifically for neck support

-sometimes Tech falls asleep without taking his goggles off, leaving circular imprints on his face

-has a heated blanket for cold nights

-sleeps with socks on

-constantly tossing and turning, Tech gets restless when he's not doing something with his hands

-his brain runs at a hundred miles an hour so he finds it hard to actually get to asleep

-Tech gets nightmares often, wakes himself with his own heavy breathing but finds it easy to fall back asleep after calming himself with relaxation techniques

-usually awake before everyone else

-not a fan of cuddles, but when Omega can't sleep he lists as many random facts as he can or tells her stories about the batch before she joined them, stroking her curls until she gets drowsy and eventually falling asleep himself in a chair by her bed

Hunter:

-probably the one with the most normal sleeping pattern, getting a good 7-9 hours

-sleeps on his sides and back on two pillows fitted with silk cases to protect his curls

-Hunter has a weighted blanket to help with sensory overload, and a sheet that doesn't make his skin crawl

-enjoys sleeping the most in space, finding comfort in the silence outside

-on particularly bad nights, he wears sound blockers to drown out background noise

-a light sleeper, wakes up not too long after Tech

-bed. hair.

-lucky in that he rarely gets nightmares, but the ones he do get leave him anxious and stiff as a board

-snuggles with Omega practically every night unless she's with one of her brothers, using his arm or shoulder as a headrest. gives her a goodnight kiss on the forehead every single night.

Echo:

-probably gets about 4-10 hours a day, his sleep is wildly inconsistent and dependent on whether he has a nightmare or not

-Echo sleeps on his front with his cybernetic arm resting under his pillow

-very occasionally snores but vehemently denies it

-has two comfort pillows, one resting between his knees, the other hugged to his chest

-always sleeps with some kind of light on as the dark makes Echo feel uneasy

-absolutely abhors the cold after his time in a stasis chamber so his bed is full of blankets

-also sleeps with socks on

-a heavy sleeper, which makes it harder for him to wake from frequent nightmares

-Echo mumbles in his sleep and tenses, clutching onto the pillow pressed to his chest and relaxing as it finally passes

-he can always tell when Omega is up, like a brotherly sixth sense. he tucks her back into bed and sings quietly to her until she falls asleep.

Wrecker:

-gets about 10-12 hours, maybe even too much sleep?

-sleeps on his back and SNORES, will have pillows thrown at him by Crosshair when he’s had enough

-Wrecker sleeps surrounded by large plush toys and pillows of different sizes

-doesn’t have too many blankets as he gets hot easily, but his favourite one is pink with a bunny hand stitched into the corner

-has a small pouch of dried flowers under his main pillow as he finds the scent comforting

-a very heavy sleeper; an earthquake could happen and Wrecker would sleep through it

-has nightmares, but tends to forget them as soon as he wakes up

-he still can’t shake the sense of dread until he gets food into his system

-always down for Omega cuddles, he worries about squishing her so she lies on top of him with Lula clutched to her chest, usually wakes up with her snuggled under his chin

Crosshair:

-gets a consistent amount, 8 hours daily but boy does he feel it when the pattern is broken

-usually sleeps on his side curled into a fetal position, lucky enough not to get limb aches the next morning

-has a memory foam pillow, silk pillowcase (I know that man cares for his curls), large blanket and fairy lights hung up by Omega

-absolutely REFUSES to sleep with socks on, will call Tech and Echo defective for wanting to sleep like that

-hated the fairy lights at first, (”They’re too flashy.”) but can’t sleep without them on anymore

-gets nightmares often. the really bad ones have him waking with tears in his eyes. he rubs them away angrily before starting the day as if nothing happened.

-no, absolutely not, he will not cuddle- and before he knows it, Omega’s asleep on his shoulder and he’s got a blanket wrapped around her, a protective hand cradling her head

Omega:

-sleeps kind of inconsistently. Hunter wants to let her lie in because sleep is important, Echo argues that too much could be detrimental. Tech explains the intricacies of sleep patterns and the sleep-wake cycle. Wrecker sides with Hunter and Crosshair sides with Echo. their arguing wakes her up

-Omega sleeps on her sides with Lula cradled under her arm

-she absolutely put glow in the dark stars and planets on her wall

-also has a silk pillowcase (courtesy of Hunter)

-most of the blankets Echo steals borrows belonged to her, but she doesn't mind. he needs them more

-will not sleep with socks on. Crosshair's influence, most likely

-wakes up crying from nightmares. tries to stifle her sobs, and clings onto the nearest brother that comes to comfort her.

-Tech makes her feel happiest after a nightmare. Omega loves hearing his stories about the batch, and she remembers every single fact he tells her

-Hunter makes her feel loved. there's something so simple about a goodnight kiss and a fatherly cuddle that wards the nightmares away

-Echo makes her feel content. Omega is happy to lie there and listen to him sing, knowing she is an endeared sister

-Wrecker makes her feel safe. she knows that no harm will ever come to her when she's with him. he's Omega's loyal protector, and a very good pillow

-Crosshair makes her feel complete. he's the final jigsaw to an unfinished puzzle. now he's back, and the pieces fit together as they always should have

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