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[burts-baked-bees]

Okay?

OPLA Sanji x Fem!Reader

{masterlist for OPLA Sanji ongoing story}

Tags: Slight angst to fluff, slight pining, Sanji and reader are close friends and have truama bonded, Sanji has no clue he's in love with reader the poor sap

CW: Launguage, mentions of abuse, slight WCI spoliers, mentions of drinking

“I swear I’m one shift away from throwing myself in the godforsaken ocean.” Sanji huffed angrily as he threw himself down in a nearby booth. The Baratie had cleared out for the night leaving the cooks to clean the line and the waiters to clean the dining room, but halfway through the dreaded cleanup Sanji had both metaphorically and physically thrown in the towel. The dish cloth he had been holding went flying across the room as he put his feet up on the booth he was in and groaned indignantly.

“That old shitbag won’t so much as let me breathe on the line! I’m a cook! Not a fucking waiter!” He yelled, turning his head back towards the kitchen, as if Zeff could hear his complaints.

“You think maybe it has something to do with the fact that you call him an ‘old shitbag’?” A voice came from the other side of his booth. A small smile curled his lips as he sat up some and peeked over the rounded edge of the red leather seat.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your nap time madame?” Sanji laughed as he took in the sight of Y/n laying on her back with her eyes closed in the opposite booth. “So sorry for the inconvenience, but aren’t you meant to be cleaning tables?” He teased as Y/n cracked an eye open and glared at him.

“Aren’t you?” She asked with a sly grin, earning an eye roll and angry huff from the blonde.

“Seems the only thing I’m meant to do is slowly die from boredom in this trash heap of a restaurant.” Sanji sighed as he fell back into his seat, pulling out his lighter and messing with the lid. Y/n laughed softly before sitting up and resting her arms on the dividing seat. She placed her head atop her arms and looked at him with a mock pout.

“Awww is the best chef in the East Blue all bummed that his dad doesn't like his cooking? Again?”

Sanji snapped his lighter closed and raised a finger at Y/n, pointing aggressively at her with a snarl.

“I am the greatest chef in the East Blue. Even if that geezer can’t see it.” He stated, earning a chuckle from Y/n as she sat up and raised her hands in surrender.

“Easy now, no need to shout at a lady.” She cooed as Sanji chuckled and gave her an angry smile, hanging his head.

“How dare you throw my own principles back in my face.” He chuckled as he began fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger. Y/n sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms again, smiling softly at the mop of blonde hair in front of her. She reached over the divider and brushed some of his hair from his face, earning a soft hum from Sanji as he closed his eyes.

“I think we both know he’s only doing and saying these things because he wants the best for you. Though I’ll be the first to admit, his way of going about it is absolute shit.” She laughed as she watched his lips curl into a smile. He looked up at her, her fingers brushing against his cheek as he moved.

“Yeah, I know…” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. She pulled her hand back and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “But you're a stowaway as much as me.” Sanji joked, “And yet I’m the one being treated like a sniveling child every fucking time I step foot in that kitchen.” He huffed as he looked over at her through his bangs. She chuckled as she hung her arms over the back of his booth and cocked her head to the side.

“My dumbass thought I could be a pirate and got stuck here paying off a debt cuz’ my ship damaged the hull of this ‘trash heap of a restaurant’.” She fired back, using his own words. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it again as he shook his head.

“Yeah that was pretty dumb.” Sanji joked as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the seat beside him. Y/n gawked at him before laughing and reaching forward to hit him softly on the shoulder. He leaned away from her and shouted

“Oi! Don’t damage the goods!”

She looked at him with mocking wide eyes and barked a laugh,

“Both Patty and I would have to disagree with you on that one, lover boy.” She snarked as Sanji rolled his eyes. A calm silence filled the space as Y/n sat up on her knees and looked at Sanji. She could see something was going on inside his head, and she knew him well enough to infer that he wasn’t going to say a damn thing. She studied the way his brow furrowed and noted how his eyes seemed more gray then blue in moments like these.

There was a profound sadness in him that she had only caught glimpses of in her three years aboard this ship. A profound sadness that he had more or less shared with her one drunken night in the bar when they should have been sleeping. A profound sadness that she wished every single day she could lift from him. The two sat in silence as the ship rocked softly under them; Y/n felt compelled to speak, to do anything that might help ease his overactive mind.

“Still, knowing what I know, having Zeff treating you like this can’t be good for the ole’ psyche…”

Sanji tensed up slightly at her words and Y/n mentally kicked herself for making that insinuation. She wanted to help him, but after the words left her mouth she felt a heavy guilt fill her bones. She watched as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling ever so slightly.

“Trust me, love. I may complain like this from time to time-”

“Almost ninety-five percent of the time."

“Ooookay. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, but nothing is worse than… what I came from.” He gave her a somber smile and pulled out his lighter again, flipping the lid open and closed in an almost rhythmic pattern. She returned his sad smile and pushed her baby hairs from her forehead.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.” She spoke softly as she looked out at the empty dining room; the tables were cast in an eerie candle light and the china adorning the tables glimmered like stars. Sanji looked at her, as her attention was placed elsewhere, and smiled fondly. He felt a warmth rise in his chest as he took in the curve of her profile. The slope of her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the round of her cheeks. The candle light of the empty room cast dancing shadows on her face that made her look otherworldly; he felt his smile, and eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Y/n I wouldn’t have told you about my shitty past if I didn’t trust you to check in on me like this every now and again.” Sanji spoke softly as Y/n turned her gaze back to him. She was almost stunned to see the expression on his face. The look in his eyes was, most of the time, reserved for the elegant ladies that entered the restaurant day in and day out. And yet here he was looking at her like that. She brushed the fond gaze off and swayed her head back and forth while giving him an apologetic look.

“I know, but it’s still not my place to dredge up old memories of abuse when I don’t even know the full story.” She responded, playing with the ends of her uniform shirt.

Sanji smiled at her and leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced himself on the seat top while the other reached forward and pulled her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I appreciate you checking on me. It shows that you care.” He said softly, his words muffled seeing that his lips were still connected with her forehead. She smiled softly as he placed a loud exaggerated kiss to the skin there before pulling away and holding her face in his hand. “Okay?” He asked with a huge smile. She laughed at his theatrics and moved to stand up, leaving Sanji sitting alone in his booth as he looked up at her standing form.

“Whatever you say-” She began as she reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a laugh and allowed Y/n to pull him to his feet. “-My favorite Baratie waiter.” She finished as she dropped his hand and started walking away from him, stifling her laughter. Sanji stood there with his jaw dropped as she walked away from him, his shock soon turning into a smile as he watched her shoulders shake from holding in her laughter. He let a chuckle slip out as he pushed up his sleeves and made a beeline for her.

“How DARE!” He yelled as he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground slightly laughing as she yelped and then dissolved into laughter when she broke free. She began running to a nearby table to put distance between herself and him as she pointed at him,

“Not fair!” She yelled, watching as Sanji pointed back at her.

“Don’t you dare get me started on ‘fair’!” He responded as he laughed.

____

Zeff stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching as Sanji ran around tables with that wannabe pirate waitress. He observed in silence as the pair laughed and threw dish towels at each other instead of cleaning tables.

The small boy he once knew, terrified of making connections with those around him due to some dark past he kept to himself, was smling and laughing as he chased around what could only be discribed as a friend.

A small smile curled his weathered lips as he shook his head and walked away, the sounds of youth fading into nothing.

“Not bad, little eggplant… Not bad…”

#sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji imagine #black leg sanji #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #live action one piece #taz skylar #opla #no spoliers for the show but slight anime/manga spoliers for new fans

[astonmartinii]

head in the clouds | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem flight attendant!reader

there's no one more attractive than the stranger at the same gate as you at the airport and sometimes that stranger works on your best friend's private jet.

yourusername

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yourusername: violently hungover, don't tell my boss x

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user1: i need to be her

maxverstappen1: your boss follows you on instagram genius

yourusername: oh yeah lol but i'm still alive and i was still on time

maxverstappen1: you took a nap on the flight?

yourusername: it was about ten billion hours long so spare me the lecture

maxverstappen1: you're so lucky we're friends otherwise i'd fire your ass

yourusername: you love me too much to do that maxy (and i know way too much about you) x

user2: how did you get this job?

yourusername: nepotism babes x

danielricciardo: i think you masked it pretty well for the first three hours

yourusername: THANK YOU

danielricciardo: but i did hear you throw up around hour four

yourusername: nothing like a tactical chunder on your childhood friend's private jet

landonorris: i for one couldn't tell you were hungover

yourusername: well look who's my new favourite, you should fly with max more often

danielricciardo: he's only saying that cause he has a crush, I'M STILL YOUR FAVOURITE

yourusername: whatever helps you sleep at night x

landonorris

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good 😊

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user3: always obsessed with this pairing

user4: they're cute but i know they're so annoying to fly with

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me :)

landonorris: of course i did you big sap

danielricciardo: so you didn't replace me with a younger and sexier version of me?

landonorris: not technically no

oscarpiastri: i'm just gonna take the compliment, thanks dan :)

danielricciardo: massive compliment, i'm extremely sexy

user5: thank the lord daniel is back who was going to make lando blush all the time?

danielricciardo: believe me he doesn't need me to do that when he flies on air max that's all y/n

landonorris: DANIEL?

danielricciardo: she took these photos - look at the blush. LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

yourusername: i think i'm just a better photographer than you two combined so i just capture my subjects well

danielricciardo: nope. i think lando just has a BIG FAT CRUSH

maxverstappen1: LMAO

yourusername: who wouldn't? (i'm shaking)

user6: wtf is going on here?

user7: i think we're witnessing bullying

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: getting some padel in on the weekend off

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user9: max really puts his hyperfixations above his beef because who thought we'd see him playing with george after baku

danielricciardo: how did lando get through a whole session with y/n there he can barely get through a sentence around her

landonorris: why are you so obsessed with exposing me in public

danielricciardo: funny.

yourusername: he did very well, he took a few balls to the face but he took them like a champ.

maxverstappen1: i'm sure he'd rather be the one putting balls in your face. get it? his balls? sex?

yourusername: i got it, you're not funny pal

maxverstappen1: well i think i'm hilarious so

user10: poor lando is going through the ringer rn

yourusername: whipped all of your asses call yourself professional athletes?

alexalbon: you were freakishly good what is your trick?

yourusername: only time i'm not playing padel is when i'm asleep or on a charter with max it's the only thing i can be better than him in

landonorris: you're definitely better looking than him and like 10 million times nicer than him

yourusername: you're not too bad yourself norris, you've just bagged yourself an extra bag of peanuts next flight x

alexalbon: romance is dead

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f1wagsupdates: this is y/n y/ln potential new girlfriend of lando norris. she is a close friend of max verstappen, to the point that after she finished university and was without a job, he financed her education to be a air hostess, the job she now has on max's private jet. as far as we know she's never been in a public relationship but she also lives in monaco, is a padel enthusiast and has exchanged flirty comments with lando. also, she's a real one because she refuses to charter if jos wants to fly on air max - she slays for that one

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user13: if she's a longtime, potential childhood friend of max, the jos thing probably makes sense

user14: gosh she's so pretty

user15: giving your bestie a job and a life where you get to have her travel with you everywhere is really what nepotism should be

user16: for real where's my friend who will pay for me to learn to be a air hostess so we can hang out all the time

user17: i think her and lando would be cute

user18: and they would also make sense, they'd have a schedule that completely lines up and y/n would understand the sport and the lifestyle

user19: she also knows all of his friends already and they seem to get on with her

user20: "never been in a public relationship" she's just like us

user21: except she's gonna pull lando freaking norris and we're all still lonely

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yourusername: THE way to spend your saturday, perks of the job x

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user22: hey siri play that should be me by justin bieber

maxverstappen1: glad you could take a break from being a tourist to actually come watch me

yourusername: lies i'm always there you just don't know because i sit in hospitality so i can drink ;)

maxverstappen1: is that why my mum looked so happy to see me after sitting with you in hospitality?

yourusername: NO! sophie just loves me

user23: omg y/n and sophie just chill in hospitality? i love them

landonorris: i heard mclaren have great hospitality and actually has a cup of tea with your name written all over it

yourusername: hmmm we'll see if it beats the team who broke the cost cap on catering but i'm willing to take that risk

landonorris: i promise it's worth your time

danielricciardo: @maxverstappen1 look he's finally making a move 👀

maxverstappen1: ugh finally !!!

yourusername: yall mind? ACTUALLY i'm not coming back to red bull you're annoying

user24: has the bullying worked ?

mclarenf1

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mclarenf1: lando is back on the podium with a p2 finish with oscar just behind in p4 congrats papaya boys!!

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user25: LET'S GOOOOOO THE WIN IS COMING I CAN FEEL IT

oscarpiastri: congrats lando :)

landonorris: your podium will come oscar you're killing it right now

user26: omg faves i can't wait until the double podium

user27: y/n in the likes ..... 🤔 makes you think

yourusername: idk what you conspiracy theorists want to hear but you don't need to know everything that happens in the drivers' personal lives and i can like posts of my friends doing well

user28: so you're not together

yourusername: you people have the reading comprehension skills of a rock

maxverstappen1: congrats mate, try not to get too drunk tonight, air max is scheduled early in the morning 👍

landonorris: i'll be there no worries

danielricciardo: of course he will, his favourite will be there

landonorris: laugh all you will but i have a pack of peanuts promised to me

yourusername: i'll put salt in their drinks don't worry lando

maxverstappen1: i have done nothing wrong?

yourusername: i am in solidarity with lando

maxverstappen1: i'm ur best friend?

yourusername: he's cute :)

user29: you can't tell she doesn't like him back

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danielricciardo: podiums give you balls. balls get you girlfriends.

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user32: HOLYYYYYYYYYY SHIT

maxverstappen1: they are not awake yet lol they're going to kill you

danielricciardo: i'd like to see lando try. y/n i am afraid of though.

maxverstappen1: you should be, a girl once threw a drink over me in the club for walking into her and y/n went feral. i was afraid and impressed

yourusername: had to protect your virtue max

maxverstappen1: much appreciated, probably the only time i've been attracted to you

landonorris: AND THE LAST TIME

user33: considering their new relationship just got exposed, they're doing pretty well

yourusername: oh we're waiting until daniel is in an enclosed space where if he tries to escape we all die :)

landonorris: he's going to regret this before such a long flight, esp with a hungover y/n

danielricciardo: is it too late to say i love you guys?

yourusername: free enchante merch and i'll drop it

danielricciardo: done.

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: what were we really going to do? plus i've had a crush on you for so long people would definitely know by now if i wasn't dead in bed

landonorris: you had a crush? why was i the only one getting bullied?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my comment about the feral club night

landonorris

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landonorris: on a scale of 1 - 10 how annoyed would you be if someone joined a particular club on your private jet?

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user35: THE MILE HIGHER CLUB?

maxverstappen1: you're banned from the bathroom now, get a UTI i don't care do NOT shag on my plane

landonorris: so is that a 10 definietly not?

maxverstappen1: i will make sure you will never be able to use it again if you have sex on my plane with my best friend

landonorris: understood 😅

yourusername: i don't know how you did it but you made your first post about me even less romantic than dan's and his mentioned balls TWICE

landonorris: but i love you so that's all that counts right?

yourusername: i love you too but i also clean that plane so no one will shag on it or i'll scrap them

landonorris: i get the message no mile higher 😭

yourusername: but at least you get extra peanuts and the best pillow for life

landonorris: you spoil me too much

oscarpiastri: happy for you mate, it was painful watching you mope around the garage

yourusername: awww you moped ???? that's so cute

landonorris: i moped because i really liked you and daniel made it his mission to embarrass me constantly in front of you

yourusername: babe i've cleaned dan's sick off the floor of the jet nothing he could say could make me not like you

landonorris: thank the lord cause if i didn't ask you out i think i may have combusted

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yourusername: the 4am call times and mad max tantrums have all been worth it to meet you <3

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user36: god i have seen what you have done for others

maxverstappen1: now you're together i can say this, 1) i love you guys and i'm glad you're happy. 2) lando saw you once at a karting competition and had a crush ever since this was not new

landonorris: THAT WAS BETWEEN ME AND YOU

maxverstappen1: and he confessed that seeing you in your uniform is what finally pushed him over the edge

landonorris: STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxverstappen1: bro don't worry you guys are together, you're set for life

landonorris: thanks for having faith i guess?

maxverstappen1: BRO SHE IS SUPER DUPER IN LOVE WITH YOU

yourusername: he's not wrong

landonorris: hehehehehehehehe

oscarpiastri: he's literally sat in hospitality giggling and kicking his legs btw

landonorris: proudly so, my gf LOVES me

user37: lando got a gf before a win and i respect that

landonorris: i love you, can't wait for the rest of my life with you

yourusername: i can't wait, i'll even play golf with you x

danielricciardo: mate at least wait until the six month mark before you propose

landonorris: no promises x

note: hope you enjoyed, had this thought and i just had to do it. i'm working on requests and mamma mia p4!!

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

[moonstruckme]

Ugh, Whimsical!reader x James (not together yet) where anytime she says something he just has the most lovesick look on his face and Sirius is like “we’ve lost him, boys” but then reader quips back with something about looking at those you’re comfortable and friendly with boosts your seratonin and you’re glad to have James look at you if it makes him happy

Thanks for requesting babe!

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 932 words

“You seem like you’re feeling better today, Remus,” you say, passing him a cup of tea. You give one to Sirius, too, then James. It’s got a couple of little flowers floating on the top, James notices. Adorable. 

Remus looks a bit caught offguard. “I am, thanks. How’d you know?” 

“Your aura’s looking less gray than usual.” 

Sirius snickers. “Just like you to have a gray aura, Moons. Boring.” 

You settle on the couch beside James, crossing your legs underneath you. “I don’t think Remus is boring,” you say, voice soft and airy as dandelion fluff. “His color often just looks a tad sapped. It’s bluer today.” 

Remus seems to perk up a bit at your appraisal. He does look well, James thinks, but your noticing improves his color even more. Remus doesn’t like being viewed like a helpless, afflicted lamb, and you never have treated him like one, save whatever you put in his tea (it takes a few minutes longer to make than the rest of yours, though James pretends not to notice). 

James watches you watching Remus, and his heart gives a happy little throb. You’re so kind, considerate in ways which you play off as incidental, but he can see the effort you put into taking care of the people in your life. He doesn’t know how you know half the things you do, but you’re always looking out for them. He’ll be waiting for Sirius to come home late at night and you’ll text to ask if everything is okay, or Remus will be having one of his worse days and you’ll show up unannounced with chocolates and juniper bound with twine to “cleanse” their flat, whatever that means. Or when James was sick with the flu a few weeks ago, and Remus and Sirius both swore they hadn’t said a word to you but he’d woken from a nap to find you sitting beside him with soup and a very strong elderberry tea. He’s fairly sure your presence had healed him just as much as the sustenance. You have that effect on him. 

“Do we all have auras?” Sirius asks, and James comes out of his reverie to find his friend watching him with a poorly concealed smirk. He supposes he’s had that look on his face again. Lovestruck.

“Of course.” You give Sirius a funny smile, like this should be obvious. “Everyone has an aura,” you say, “we just can’t all see it all of the time.” 

“What’s yours look like?” James asks. 

Your lips part in surprise as you turn to look at him, your knee bumping his thigh. “I can’t see my own. I’d have to ask someone else.” 

“What about mine?” Sirius asks. 

You turn back to him. James feels the loss. “Right now, it’s mostly orange.” 

“Right now?” 

“Yours shifts a lot. A couple of minutes ago, it was pinker.” You tilt your head, considering. “You’re very sunset-y today, Sirius.” 

Sirius grins, and James knows that whatever his friend may think about auras, he’s going to carry that compliment with him for the rest of the week. “And what about our Jamesie? What’s his aura like?” 

“Oh, James’ almost never changes.” You look over at him with a small smile on your face. Maybe James is flattering himself, but he feels as though there’s a faintly secretive quality to it, like some part of your smile is just for him. “His is always yellow. Though I have been noticing a bit more red than usual lately.” 

James isn’t sure he can speak with your eyes on him like this. You’re so lovely it’s choking him. Thankfully, Remus comes to his aid. 

“Is that a good thing?” he asks. “It shifting, I mean.” 

You don’t turn away from James like he expects you’re going to. You hold his gaze, that smile broadening just slightly. It has all the soft radiance of moonlight. 

“I don’t think so,” you say. “It’s not making him any less himself, it only means that something has changed.” 

“Good god,” Sirius stage-whispers to Remus. “Look at him, we’ve lost him completely. Bet it gets redder every time he looks at her.” 

“It does, a little.” Your eyes flit upwards, presumably to colors which he can’t see but he imagines his face is starting to match. “It might be the serotonin boost. Looking at people you care about will do that.” You set a hand on top of his, thumb stroking over the knuckle of his pinkie finger. James’ mouth is a desert. “I’m happy to have James look at me if it makes him happy.” 

Sirius lets out a short laugh. “I’m sure it does, sweetheart. He’s—” 

Remus must elbow him, because he goes blessedly silent. 

“I’ve been wondering,” Remus says mildly, “do you give us different kinds of tea? They always look different from each other.” 

“Oh, yes.” You finally break your gaze away from James’, but your hand stays atop his. It’s hardly a whisper of a touch, and yet he’s very concerned you’re somehow absorbing every thought and feeling he’s having through some freaky osmosis. It doesn’t seem wholly out of the realm of possibility for you. “I make them with different ingredients for each of you.” 

Sirius quirks an eyebrow. “In that case, can I try a new one next time? This one tastes a bit like dirt.” 

You shrug, nonplussed. “If you like, but it might not do as much for you.” 

“What do you put in them?” Remus asks curiously. 

You take a sip of your own tea. “Just what you need.” 

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A/N: this is all @corazondebeskar fault 🥺

~Word Count: 717~

Summary: Joel loves to nap

Pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: none, domestic fluff, soft!joel, peepaw!joel and a sprinkle of angst, readers nickname is honeypie and lady, reader has no physical descriptions (given the content of my blog, all fics are +18 minors dni!)

The last thing Joel Miller ever expected after the outbreak was finding himself in a domestic situation where he had the luxury of fucking napping.

He loved to nap.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the porch chair out on the back deck with the sun warming his face. He’d set his guitar down to the side, cross his arms over his chest and mumble about how he’s just gonna rest his eyes for a few minutes.

When you come outside to check on him, he’s snoozing, soft snores slipping past his plush lips. Face relaxed, and the once permanent furrow of his brows is no longer present.

Sometimes after dinner he’d situate himself on the couch with you and Ellie on either side of him while he lets Ellie pick out a movie to watch. He’ll argue that he won’t fall asleep..this time. But between the blanket draped over his legs, and Ellie curled up with her head in his lap, he’s dozing off with his head resting on your shoulder.

His favorite time to nap is arguably right after lunch. Specifically Sunday’s because it’s the one day out of the week where he’s not on patrol, and he gets to spend his whole day with you.

The sunroom is a new addition that he and Tommy built together. There’s a built-in bookshelf along the wall that is brimming with all different genres of books. There’s even some house plants. The main star of the room is the cozy chaise lounge. It’s a bit faded, and has seen better days, but he loves it.

His eyes are already droopy when you move to get up from the spot you were sitting on. He loved it when you would read to him, and today’s book was Wuthering Heights.

“Where you goin’,honeypie?” He rasps, peeking one eye open to look over at you.

You place your hand over his covered knee, squeezing it gently before you lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. “Laundry is probably done by now. I’ll be right back, okay?” You brush away a few strands of his soft curls. He’s been growing his hair out lately, and the grays in his beard are more prominent. You’ve never stopped loving this man, and he’s never stopped loving you.

“Hurry back, please. Miss you already.” He murmurs, lips curving into a lazy grin.

He’s a sap. A real softy now that he has no reason to fear. You and Ellie, and this town have turned a lion into a house cat.

“You’re a real softy, Joel Miller.” You whisper and brush away a few stray breadcrumbs from his patchy beard.

“Mhm. ‘S’cus’ of you, lady.” He teases gently.

You peck his lips once more, lulling him to close his eyes. Rest, Joel. You have all the time in the world to sleep. To love. To relax. To live. All the time, my love.

His lashes flutter as he sinks further into the couch, awaiting your return so he can snuggle with you once more.

Taking care of the laundry and tidying up the kitchen takes all of 10 minutes for you to complete. You find yourself thinking about the days when 10 minutes could either mean life or death. 10 minutes used to feel like 10 seconds. To run. To hide. To fight. 10 minutes now felt like 10 hours. 10 years.

You and Joel fought hard for this life of peace and not a day goes by where you don’t feel grateful for it all.

When you return to the sunroom, one of his legs is sticking out from under the quilted blanket, and he’s sprawled out entirely. His skin holds a warm glow from the trickling sunlight coming in through the windows.

He senses your presence even in his light slumber, and his arms subconsciously reach for you.

I’m here. You reassure him as his eyes open, droopy with sleep. He looks scruffy and soft at the same time. A big ole teddy bear; all yours.

Missed you. He murmurs softly as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against his strong chest.

Missed you too, Joel. You melt into his warm embrace. Heartbeats steady, calm and at peace.

Two house cats basking in the sunlight, bellies full, and hearts warm.

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[angels-fantasy]

On my lady days soooo

Bakubaby period comfort?

Comforting You On Your Period

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details: reader has a period, umm just talks avout cramps and stuff

Word Count: 469

IM SO FUCKING PISSED BC I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A WHOLE THING FOR THIS AND THEN IT FUCKING DELETED i dont even wanna write it anymore but im still going to especially bc my sweet dear asked for it 😼 and im also on my period #bloodsisters

you groaned as you lied in a fetal position on your bed, clutching your stomach. cramps were your worst enemy right now, especially since they were making it hard to even move, but that's why you had katsuki.

you heard him walk into the room and place something on the nightstand next to your bed. he sat down next to you on the bed and rubbed your shoulder, "i brought you some ibuprofen and water. sit up so you can take it."

you groaned more, "but it hurts..."

"but if you take it then it won't hurt."

well, he had a good point there.

you cursed him internally and sighed, forcing yourself to sit upright. he handed you a few pills and a glass of water to drink them with.

after you did so, you placed the glass back on your nightstand and went back to lay down but you were stopped by your boyfriend.

"hey if you're gonna lay down you can't fall asleep. you need to eat something with the medication, so i'm gonna go get you something. what do you want?" he asked.

you wanted to be upset at him for not letting you rot away in bed, but he was going to bring you food so it was okay. you told him what you wanted to eat and he nodded, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head which made you smile.

"you're such a sap."

"shut up."

a moment later he came back with the food you requested and you sat up slowly, accepting it from him happily. you pat the spot in bed next to you, "come sit with me, kats. we can watch tv together."

he did as you said and sat next to you, putting on the movie you requested to watch. you'd been watching this movie on repeat for the past week which would annoy him if it was anyone else, but it was you, so it was okay.

while you munched on your food you began to feel better and finally felt some relief from your pain. you leaned against katsuki, "thank you for taking care of me."

"'s no problem." he said, leaning into you too. the two of you embraced each other for a while until you felt your food-coma begin to hit and you slowly laid back down, bringing him with you.

"let's just-" you yawned, "take a nap..." you said, already half asleep. katsuki laughed softly and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back as you slept.

sometimes he wondered if he was doing an okay job at attending to your needs, especially because he knew he was more of a 'tough love' kind of person. but moments like these helped reassure himself that he was doing a pretty decent job.

authors note

sigh

im still mad that the first version got deleted smh but WHATEVER i just need to go to sleep. if theres any mistakes or stuff that doesnt make sense pls lmk because im literally half asleep right now lolol kay goodnight!

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[farfromharry]

Summary: you hated Christmas before spending it with your boyfriend Lando, now you couldn’t think of anything better than the holiday

lando norris x reader

w/c 409

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Christmas hadn’t always been your favourite holiday. It used to be the time of year you always dreaded, and for some reason it seemed to always come around too fast. But then you met Lando and everything changed.

You had no idea if it was because you were in love or if he truly was just magic, but he managed to completely change your opinion on Christmas with ease. Whether it was heading out to the markets in his hometown, decorating the house together or even sitting around wrapping presents, you suddenly loved it all.

If someone were to ask where your ideal place to be was, you’d tell them it was in Lando’s arms on Christmas day, belly full after a large dinner and heart warm after a day spent surrounded by family and love.

That was exactly where you were now and you wouldn’t ever dare ask for anything more.

Presents, dinner and the vast majority of the festivities for the day were done, now it was time for everyone to relax and watch the film that had been thrown on to entertain. Some members of the Norris family were napping, others had their eyes trained on the TV; You were a mix of both.

You were on the verge of falling asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, but he could tell there was something on your mind that was stopping you.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, his lips dragging across your temple as he spoke.

You smiled, nuzzling further into his warmth. “How much I love you.”

If it were possible, you could have sworn you felt his heart beat quicker at your words. Lando knew that you loved him, but sometimes he failed to understand to what scale. Being reminded always served to make him incredibly flustered.

“Sap,” he teased.

A quiet laugh fell from your lips and if you could have gotten closer to him, you would have. He wrapped his arms even tighter around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you got comfortable.

“I love you too, though.”

You hummed, eyes closing and sleep finally getting the better of you. The Brit smiled to himself, his hand stroking your back in hopes of making your sleep more pleasant.

He too didn’t know how he’d turned you from Grinch to Buddy the Elf in such a short time, but when it meant moments like this, he wasn’t complaining.

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#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fluff

[sprout-fics]

Goodnight, Darling

(Price x GN! Reader)

Wordcount: 1.1k Rating: General Audience Tags: Rainy days, Cuddling, Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, Price being a softie but only once you finish your paperwork, Naps, Comfort fic A/N: Literally all I wanted today was to curl up on someone's chest and doze. Call me self indulgent, because I am.

There’s a dismal, sodden grayness that falls over the base during summer rainstorms. As the overcast and heavy sky buckles inwards, releases a downpour that trickles down to a misty shower, you feel the heaviness of the atmosphere weigh down on your form, drain the vigor from your weary muscles until you’re merely a slouched, bleary-eyed figure blinking lazily at the wet windows. It’s the type of day for you to go back to bed, curl up under the covers and surrender to blissful dreams until the sun comes out once more. 

Unfortunately for you, this particular afternoon has you filing a series of tedious reports, the boxes and letters on the forms swimming before your eyes. Whatever remnants of energy you had to conquer the task have long since been sapped away with the dismal drain of your tea, the mug sitting lonesome and empty on the desk. You cast a sorrowful look at it imploringly, wishing it would refill itself but feeling far too lazy to do so yourself.

“Chin up, sergeant. Not done yet.” A voice reminds you from the other side of the desk, and you lift your eyes to see Price holding aloft an intelligence report, brow furrowed in concentration as he devours the words imposed onto the paper. He’s traded his hat for a pair of spectacles that balance on the bridge of his nose, and you can’t help but think the man looks rather professorial, and dashingly handsome in a strange, gruff way. 

You grumble at his scolding, slouch further forward into your seat so the chair scoots out behind you petulantly. 

“Sleepy.” You murmur, and Price’s eyes flick to you for just a moment, measuring you before he provides: “Almost done, love.”

Love.

It tugs at a warmth in you the rain doesn’t touch with its cold, wet drizzle. It’s a reminder of his affection, his tenderness for you, and you know for a fact that there’s a part of him that begrudgingly finds your little complaint as endearing. You want to wrap your arms around him, want to nestle into his chest and fall asleep cradled in his arms. You’re tired, cold, bored and sleepy and he’s right there.

“Just a little break.” You try at first, and Price pretends not to hear, flipping a page in the folder to scan the other side. “Please?”

When he doesn’t respond you fall back into your chair with a little groan, slouching so your chin touches your chest. That makes him glance at you, and even though his lips don’t pull there’s a smile in his eyes. 

“Finish your current page.” He tells you idly, and doesn’t elaborate. 

You sit up straight at that, reach for your pen and re-examine the document, scribbling in a few boxes, making a few notes before setting it down and looking at him expectantly.

Price’s eyes don’t stray from the folder, and instead he reaches out a hand, beckoning you to hand him the report. You try to hide a wince as you do, realizing how quickly you filled it out, and when Price looks over the paper his gaze peeks over the top, placing it down on the desk and sliding it back to you. 

“Forgot something. Try again.” He tells you, and you groan, swallow down a protest and commit yourself to examining the document more closely. You find the error, a missed checkbox and signature towards the bottom of the page, and when you hand it back Price nods accordingly. 

He stands, doesn’t stretch, and paces over to the worn, dipped cushion couch on the other side of his office. You watch as he sits, heaves a weary sigh before arranging himself lengthwise on the couch, briefly glancing over his paper towards you, locking eyes meaningfully. 

You don’t need to be told twice. 

You go willingly, don’t bother to kick off your shoes before gently trying to arrange yourself across his front without nudging him too severely. It takes a minute or two for you to get settled, chest to chest with him, fully splayed out across his front, but when you do it’s bliss.

He’s so warm, solid and full under you, his chest rising under your cheek with every even inhale. A hand settles across your back, thumb smoothing several times into the dip of your waist before it goes still. Legs tangled, you drink in the scent of him, heavy with acrid and smoky from his recent cigar, but musky and forestry underneath with his cologne. You’re so comfortable, so utterly content that you can’t contain a sigh of utter satisfaction, fogging across the soft fabric of his sweater upon which you rest your head. 

“Could spend the rest of my life like this.” You tell him honestly, and your next inhale is a jaw splitting yawn as fatigue takes its full hold of you. 

“I have no doubt.” He offers, still a little distracted. 

You prop your chin between his pectorals at that, pouting a little. Price pulls the report away from his face to look down at you, eyes resting over the rims of his glasses. He seems to catch your mild displeasure in your eyes, because there’s a bemused sort of smile that morphs his expression, accompanied by a small chuckle. 

A hand presses up against your nape, and Price strains to lean forward for a moment, placing a brief but indulgent kiss on the crown of your head.

“Take a nap, darling.” He tells you fondly, gently pressing your cheek back into his chest. “I’ll be here until you wake up.”

You can’t possibly argue against that, and as you lay your cheek against the warmth of him, you can hear the steadying thump of his heartbeat echo into your ear. It gentles you into stillness, languor, and soon your world is dimmed by the sound of drizzling rain muffled only by the soft exhales of his breath. 

As you drift off, you feel a hand stroke across your cheek, a tender voice that whispers:

“Goodnight, darling.”

#captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price #john price x reader #captain john price x you #x reader #gender nuetral reader #drabbles #To add to masterlist #Listen I'm a sleepy gorl I want 1 big chested man to sleep on is that really too much to ask?

[mysticalabhainn]

Shota Aizawa x GN! Reader | Relationship Headcanons ♡

Summary: General Relationship Headcanons and thoughts on Aizawa as a partner. Not Gender specific. SFW.

Warnings: Mental Health is touched upon in this, so if that upsets you read at your own risk.

- Shota doesn't generally regard his own mental ans physical problems so much as he does yours. He's aware it's a problem, so please don't be hesitant to help him work on it.

- He's not a perfect person but he's trying his best foe you and those around him.

- When he's feeling down and in his head too much he comes to you for comfort and reassurance.

- Seeks you out a lot when your both home, he won't admit it to anyone but he's touch starved and craves your love and attention always.

- Has definitely thought of starting a family with you, taking care of another human being wasn't something he's thought of previously, but with you in his life he feels like he could be a great father.

- You stay up late with him, helping to grade papers, you like to leave little star stickers on everyone's papers, despite if they did well or not. The students know that Mr. Aizawa was not the one to put them there.

- You bring him lunch when he forgets to pack one, you'll both sit in the empty classroom catching up on each other's days.

- He leaves the softest kisses on your lips in the morning when he leaves for work.

- Loves it when you play with his hair while your going to sleep, it helps him fall asleep faster.

- Finds you absolutely endearing when you steal his clothes or even one of his winter scarves that are just as cozy as his sleeping bag.

- Speaking of his sleeping bag you both definitely have joint naps together in it.

- He runs cold, so don't be surprised when his ice cold feet seek your warm ones out.

- Blushes like crazy when you compliment him, it could be any kind of compliment as well! Doesn't have to be about his appearance.

- He basks in the praise.

- Wasn't hugged enough, please hug him :((

- Likes it when you braid his hair back before he goes to train.

- Isn't one for PDA but will hold hands in public or even lock pinkies.

- He's a secret hopeless romantic and would DIE if anyone found out.

- He's such a little sap.

- If you come home with a baby kitten, he will absolutely tell you "no" for the first half hour, until it's sleeping in his lap. That's his cat now, not yours.

#shota aizawa #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa headcanons #bnha #bnha x reader

[shiemori-writes]

Hey there Quinn! Since the request are open, I would like a Jack, Leona, Sebek and Floyd x reader (separately), where the boys find the reader’s sketchbook, and when they open the book, they see a bunch of doodles of them and in the end of the sketchbook, there is drawing of the boys and the reader, holding hand or something. Headcanons. Fell free to ignore. Thank you!

(This request might get spammed, Tumblr is eating my messages.)

—doodles of us ♡︎

the boys find your sketchbook sketches of them! <3

characters: jack, floyd, leona and sebek! ♡︎

includes: sfw, really fluffy, gender neutral reader as always, and mutual pining! went a little bit overboard with leona whoops

notes: hello to you to anon!! ahh this was such a cute prompt!! heehee thank u anon <3 ALSO WOOO I HAVENT WROTE IN SO LONG THIS IS SUCH A TREAT!

♡︎ JACK HOWL♡︎

"—Wait prefect!! you forgot your.!..sketchbook...?"

you guys had just finished your little study (date) session in his room and was done for the day, you had just gone back to Ramshackle when he noticed that you had forgotten what seems to be your sketchbook, wide open.

Initially, he was in awe at your artistic ability, even by the doodles that were less polished, he thought they were adorable (he'd never tell you that though, hehe)

But then he saw doodles of what seems to be..him and you...ok ok cool.. him and you- wait— him and you?!

The doodles ranged from just doodles of his name surrounded by hearts, to him in chibi form, to tiny-him and tiny-you holding hands, god you were too adorable

He really couldnt stop his tail from wagging, nor the smile that was slowly spreading on his face, you were really cute y'know that?

At the bottom of the page he saw a different doodle, it was more of writing but from what he could tell, it was ai-ai gasa, which he could vividly remember you swooning to him, about how oh so romantic it would be with your crush,

And surely there the two of your names was, written under the little umbrella you had drawn, a little love-charm you like to call it, and while you had said you didnt believe it, you mainly just wanted to do it for wishful thinking.

He always wondered if he was the one you were talking about but now..

He felt his heart skip a beat and then another one, and another one..

He was thankful he was in his room right now, because he would absolutely die if someone saw him like this, red faced tail wagging at sonic-speed with an absolute love sick expression

He tried to calm his racing heartbeat with ease, (he is a runner after all) and when he finally calmed down he felt content, he was gonna return the sketchbook to you that's for sure, and maybe something more

He confessed not too long after <33

♡︎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR♡︎

He had just woken up from a long-cat-nap when his eyes wandered to your slumbering figure, clinging onto his arm, a calm look on your face

unconsciously smiling at the sight 'cute' he thought. He was glad he convinced you to rest, that damn bird was dumping his work onto you again, it was a pain, you need more rest, really.

He sat up, uncharastically-careful to not wake you from your state of slumber, stretching his muscles and letting out a yawn when he noticed the sketchbook beside him, open and what seems to be unfinished,

Curiously he took a little peak, wouldn't hurt right?

He flipped through the pages, feeling a smile curl on his lips when he saw how passionate you were for art, he was glad you had something you loved, but also hated how soft he was feeling rn, seriously herbivore what spell did you cast on him?

Hes just a softie in denial mwuehehe

Anyways, he stopped skimming through the pages when he noticed what seems to be..Him? Oh, ohoho he was gonna tease you so much for this herbivore. (bastard)

While the thought of you being flustered entertained him, he really did appreciate the way you saw him, and..oh? Was this a doodle of you and him? You really are a sap arent' cha herbivore? (lovingly)

He chuckled, finding enjoyment at the way you'd doodle you and him holding hands, or the way you drew his names surrounded by multiple hearts

'cute' he found himself repeating in his head

Looking at the bottom of the pages, he noticed the way you'd consistently draw an umbrella along with your names on it through every page, ai-ai gasa as you call it. He found himself remembering your ramble about how cute it was, thinking he wasnt listening as much, but he was, he always found himself listening to your voice, as sappy as that was (really herbivore your sappyness is getting to him ugh)

Seeing his name and yours doodled under the umbrella sure was somethin', he remembered you joking about how you'd try it with him as it was commonly reffered to as a "love-spell-charm" of some sort in your world

frankly he thinks it was dumb, why do that when you already have his heart hmmm herbivore? And do' ya really think a love spell would work on him?

^ but you didn't know that, maybe that was partially his fault for not being too forward but he blames you too for being dense (wow rlly leo? smh../j)

Closing the sketchbook, he found himself grinning from ear to ear, tail flicking from side to side in delight as he peered back at you, still blissfully unaware of his discovery, heh, he'll tease ya for sure, but for now, he's gonna cherish this peaceful moment with you, after all, time spent with you is his favorite time of all (apart from sleeping)

♡︎FLOYD LEECH♡︎

"Ko~e~be~ CHAN!!!"

He sang through the empty hallway, pouting when he didn't see you

He couldnt find you anywhere!!!! It was so annoying!!! it was terribly boring too!! which!! he!! Hates!! Where's his koebe chan >:(

Angry eel later turns to sad pouty eel :(

(poor azul had to deal with his outburts)

Huffing in annoyance, he tried to work at his shift at the monstro lounge, to everyone's surprise, floyd leech????? Working??? The world must be ending!

But no, he just was hoping maybe, maybe his little shrimpy visits him, I mean, you did visit yesterday, so he now automatically assumes you're gonna do it everyday! And if not, well then he's just gonna squeeze someone, maybe that will make him feel better. Hmmph.

YOU DO VISIT YAYAYAYAYAY!!! (Jade and azul practically begged you at this point bc he was being so aggressive to the customers)

BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER!! WHAT MATTERS IS HIS KOEBE CHANS HERE!! :D

Upong seeing you his frown immediately turned into a bright grin, running towards you to give you the biggggesst squeeze!! ever!! because his koebe chans here! <3

He squeezed you tightly, (but not too tight! He knows his koebe-chan is fragile) and gave you the biggest kiss, a loud "mwah!" Was heard as he kissed your cheeks, giggling at how flustered you seem! koebe chans so cute!! hehehe!!

Ok maybe bringing you in was a bad idea cuz now floyd refuses to work...(cue azul ripping his hair out in the bg)

He grinned at Azul, waving goodbye as he dragged you out of monstro lounge with jade sighing and Azul screaming at him to COME BACK.

Asking where he was taking you, he just shrugged, "somewhere fun!!!" he replied, ah of course, as vauge as ever, you sighed, but couldnt help the fond look on your face when he looked so excited

(you just hoped he wasnt taking you for another swimming lesson hhh)

Annndd we've arrived!! To...Ramshackle??? Huh, you expected something more from Floyd, noticing your confusion, he simply smiled, letting himself in with your hand in his

"I saw shrimpy drawin' lotsa stuff!! I wanna see!!" He gestured to your sketchbook, like a child excitedly pointing his gift out for christmas

You were skeptical at first, but after he promised not to ruin anything, you gave him the sketchbook, with him asking questions about your drawings, whether it be a doodle or a finished piece.

He went silent

Were those,..doodles,,, of him??? :O

AWWWW SHRIMPY YOU REALLY ARE ADORABLE!!

He started giggling like a little schoolgirl with a crush, finding more and more doodles of you and him holding hands or just being rlly cute!

Then he saw the umbrella thingy doodle, it was your name next to his!! He was floored! secretly glad his shrimpy loved him just as much as he loved shrimpy<3

Curious to what he was giggling at, you redirected your focus onto your sketchbook and was absolutely mortified at what he found, trying to desperately take it from his hands, dang it how did you forget you drew those?!

he however didnt give you the sketchbook, instead setting it ontop of the highest shelf (bastard p2)

He couldnt stop himself from giving you the biggest hug ever (part 2) Only this time, you can tell it was filled with more love and adoration, with him peppering your face with kisses

"hehehe! Dont be shy shrimpy! its really cute!! This means you love me right?? I love you too!!" He swooned, his face being coated with a lovely-pink color, he smile uncharastically bright and genuine. It wasn't the twisted smile he'd display when he was squeezing someone, or when he got amusement to tormenting goldfishie, (poor riddle lmao) but a genuine, awestruck smile.

Bewildered, you can only hide your face at the crook of his neck, mumbling complaints while he laughs, kissing the top of your head when you eventually said 'I love you too'

♡︎SEBEK ZIGVOLT♡︎

Who would have thought, Sebek, the retainer of the soon to be crowned prince, befriend a magicless human like you?

Well..As much as he hates to admit it, there really was more to you then he gave you credit for, you'd always survive no matter what anyone throws at you, all without being unkind, and pushing through everything, and most of all, you liked him for him, and listened to him no matter what was on his mind, and that, he thanks you for, albeit clumsily (and very loudly)

You made it a routine to hang out everyday despite your busy schedules, often in the library (he got kicked out though, so you didnt stick for long) or in the comfort of his room, after all, diasomnia provides a more...comfortable space, no offense (name).

Anyways, during your normal sessions, you happily chatted away with Sebek, as he recounted tales from his childhood and the Valley of Thorns, a content smile on his face.

You hummed, sketching away while looking at the time, gasping when you noticed how late its gotten (and how hungry grim must be)

Noticing your sudden distress, he questioned you immediately, showing concern in a..very sebek way!

"Human!! What has gotten you so alert! Did I say something to alarm you?" He yelled, frowning at you.

You waved your hands, chuckling nervously, "Ah- no Seb, its really late- I'm afraid I need to get back to grim" you replied sadly, as he let out a quiet "oh" pouting at his unfinished tale

"Well-alright then!! I shall continue this story tomorrow human!! Be- be careful alright!! It is unsafe!!" He fussed over you, blush forming on his cheeks (which he denied he had) "Actually- I'll just escort you so I can-" "Ah its fine Seb!! I can handle it!" you cut him off, knowing he still has duties.

He huffed, "fine. B-but text me when you get there so I can ensure your safety!" He replied, to which you nodded. "Got it! bye sebek! i'll see you tomorrow?" "Of course."

And with that you shut the door behind you, leaving Sebek to clean up his room, when-

"HUMAN!!! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CARELESS TO LEAVE YOUR!!!....sketchbook..??"

He furrowed his eyebrows, really out of all the things you forgot it was the thing you were always carrying around? Humans really are forgetful, tsk tsk, Not to worry human, he!! Your greatest friend and fae shall make sure your!!..hmm? Is that him??

Now he didnt mean to peak but..It was wide open! and- were those doodles of..H-him and you?!?!

Congrats for once hes speechless! Flipping through the pages whem curiousity got the better of him, staring in awe at how simple it was but..admittingly cute. Hmph. Humans!! Theyre just so!!..augh.

He found himself blushing more and more as he found more and more doodles, whether it was his name with heart scribbles, or him and you holding hands..It affected him more than he'd like.

The last straw was when he saw your scribble of an umbrella.. He knew this trope all too well, as embarrassing it was to admit, he's seen it before in the novels he'd read.

His heartbeat was going crazy

Did you really wish to court him?! Human how come you've never told him!!!

Huffing out in fondness he carefully examined the paper, feeling a wobly smile display on his lips. He was going to answer this strange courting method of yours human!! Just you wait!!

end notes! "ai-ai gasa" translates to "love-love umbrella" which symbolizes sharing an umbrella with your soon to be lover/crush since sharing umbrellas are considered to be very romantic! it's also a love charm/spell of some sorts, though its not believed to work, its mostly done out of wishful thinking, and bc cmon its so cute! i decided to add that since technically it is a doodle! and ive seen tropes like this and its adorable imo, anyways thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #quinn writes🦇💕 #quinn writing reqs!🦇💕 #twisted wonderland fluff

[luvmei]

easily flustered

vi x f!reader hcs゛ ⿻

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pair ￫ vi x femme reader, friendly & bashful

cw ￫ fluff, nsfw, not proofread, rushed

✦、i needed to get something out, i really need more determination to finish my work. i'll try have trembling published asap * ₊ ・

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sfw!,

vi takes pride in the fact her bare voice can make you shy away, but she'd never take advantage of you with that

you're referred to as things like vi's lamb because of your sheepish persona

she finds you adorable and melts at the way you're so friendly, in zaun kindness is extremely rare — not to mention stillwater. you're like a diamond from the bottom of the sea to the pinkette

people may find the pair strange, a headstrong woman with a sensitive and polite lady. some bystanders may insult you two but vi always just covers your ears, "don't listen to them. i love you no matter what, we're okay."

she makes sure not to be too gruesome or violent when beating their faces in as to not scare you. they couldn't just walk around freely and go unpunished now, could they?

has a tendency to zone out on your face (especially your cheeks) and loves to watch it deepen into a rosary pigment, nearly matching her hair

you find vi so beautiful that keeping eye contact is extremely difficult. her flirtatiousness doesn't help at all — constantly burying your face into books or palms in attempts to hide. that pretty little head of yours always ends up in her hands though, "oh, no no please don't hide, let me see that pretty smile."

when vi had introduced you to caitlyn insecurity began to bubble up within you. cait was neat, proper, and very composed — polar opposites.

the thoughts kept flooding in and your positivity had faded moments ago, vi noticed the shift of atmosphere. she never failed to reassure and comfort you, "you are everything to me y/n, that bashfulness is a part of you; it's special and charming. even if that changed i would still love you continuously."

strange as it may sound, because of excessive blushing you resemble a hand body? warmer. vi runs very hot and finds the fact you're warmer extremely comforting. some days she just needs a break and takes deep naps with you in her arms or vice versa

this girl is so head over heels for you. all she's known is to toughen up and be on guard, yet your carefree and welcoming personality is so refreshing. you're her reminder that it's okay to not be so strong and any second spent with you is euphoric. the rabbit hole of love has vi so deep that she see's you as an angel in disguise

"so perfect.." yes, most of the time she's a sap but the sly part of her tends to outshine that display of adoration. straight knees were placed beside yours, toned arms laid against your head, pinning you to the seat. in this position vi could see every feature of yours, "you're so cute like this. i wonder though, what kind of expressions would you make in bed?"

that happens quite often..

sometimes people just hand things to you since you're too afraid to ask, but vi wants to hear your voice no matter what. she constantly teases and encourages you to speak more, "come on angel. don't be afraid, what do you want?

being shy can be stressful. vi did research with caitlyn about people who are often anxious and learned it causes tension in the body. expect some nightly massages

orders food for you and never leaves your side when trading with merchants, and she is definitely the type to keep a hand on your waist. okay, okay, w vi

nsfw!,

god, why is she so hot

if you ever decide to try and mute yourself with a pillow just know it'll be tossed to the side eventually. don't even try use your hands to hide yourself because they'll soon be pinned above your head

she takes great care of you, in many ways. peppers kisses from your jawline down to the neck and shoulders as a distraction for the hands between your legs

vi wants to see, feel, and taste all of you. she simply doesn't let you try and 'hover' over her. no way. her face will be your throne whether you like it or not

you try and repay her, yet most of the she just denies it and says, "don't worry about it cupcake. your pleasure is mine." she actually gets off to you feeling good, but there's no way you're just gonna sit around being a pillow princess 24/7

when she does let you take the lead you're showered with praises, she tears up slightly the first time. nobody had treated her so gently, "god you're doing so well.. fuck. i love you i love you i love you."

bought a clear strap with sparkles to not "scare you" the first time (?) it was awfully cute

many people were intrigued by your friendliness and kindness, they tried to flirt or take advantage of you but luckily there were always opportunities to get away safely. now that vi is here, she helped you realize what everybody had been doing; by taking you home herself.

you told vi you were anxious at first about how she'd react to your body, that very same day she cherished you, slowly removing every piece of clothing with an affirmation. litters kisses on every part of your skin and kisses your tears of happiness away.

the stronger woman carefully lowered the straps of your dress, "you're so beautiful. do you know that?" "you tell me everyday.." hands trailed up from the small of your back up to your temples softly. "and i mean it every single time." her lips met your collarbone and slipped off the rest of your garments lovingly yet oh, so, slowly; watery eyes began to form from the amount of love you were receiving. vi kissed away the tears that were trailing down your cheek. "if i had met you sooner my love, i would spend every single second i had giving you the good things you were deprived of. " the moon shone so perfectly on your skin, making your damp face glisten. i wouldn't mind dying to the sight of this. vi shamelessly thought. she took care of you in that same pace, lovingly, painfully slow. you're her angel — you deserve it all.

#vi arcane #arcane violet #vi x reader #vi imagine #violet x reader #reader x violet #arcane #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #vi #vi arcane x reader #vi smut #vi fluff #vi headcanon #headcanon #league of legends #vi x reader smut #violet arcane #league of legends vi #vi lol #lol vi #ilovehersomuch #if you're reading this #you're so sweet

[httpslexii]

hiii! can you please write some hsfw hcs about sapnap? 💖

₊ ๑ ˗ˏˋ Sapnap nsfw hcs

Sapnap x fem!reader

tw: smut;)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆·˚ ༘ *⋆.ೃ࿔*:: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆·˚*⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You can't tell me he's not a man who gives blowjobs, like he is obsessed with you once he starts he doesn't stop, overstimulating you pushing you to the limit

Sapnap is a thighs man DENY ME, he would be looking at them all day, playing with them when they both fuck, holding them to go faster or just to annoy you when he eats you out, and if you squirt??? Oh god get ready he won't stop before you give him others.

"Please Sap I'm gonna.." you gasped "Yes darling?" He sees you with those fucking eyes you turn back tour face when he continue fingering your cunt "Sap, sap please I'm gonna cum so good" you cry in the pillow after that you close your eyes the pleasure ran through your whole body shuddering and when you open your eyes again you see him smiling at you "that was crazy baby can you do it again?" he asked "what? Yes?" your confused voice made him laugh "I suppose you could"

Think of his beard scratching you while he mouths your pussy, stimulating you.

He LOVES literally loves when you ride his face, holding your thighs so you don't run away from him and overstimulating you

"Sap please" you cry "I can't" watching how he sees you from below. "You can and you will, babe" he said with his hoarsely voice going back to his action.

Its a missionary man, he likes the cowgirl and spooning, he is fine with trying different things but trying not to hurt yourself too much (like knife kink and others).

While he fucks you he likes to take you in his hands and give you long kisses, also he likes to hold your hand above your head his other hand is in your hips and sometimes on your abdomen squeezing it when he sees his bulge inside you.

"C’mon babe i know you can give me one more…" He said with his hands on your hips fucking you deep "Sap- oh fuck sooo good..." His speed was almost bestial, your tits bounced and tears of pleasure felling down your cheeks for being overstimulated "so good for me princess, just let it go out, cum with me i know you can honey" He saidwhile filling you with his warm cum.

He LOVES your tits, holding them squeezing them and licking them also he sometimes take a nap too in them.

He likes see you when he's fucking you, he likes to leave hickeys on your neck, he likes receive them too. You have make up him so they don't appear on their streams (sometimes he forget because he dont care them so the chat its crazy).

Fuck in the bathroom or his bedroom covering your mouth because Dream and George are in the house.

I could say that he likes to fuck on the couch when George and Dream go somewhere outside the house, and if they come back he just pulls your skirt down and continues fucking you.

"Sap they are back" you gasped "I don't care sweetheart, come on you can do it without moaning"

If you sleep over at his house and go get a glass of water, he will follow you and hug you from behind scaring you, then he will start a make-out session that will end with you on the counter while he eats you outside and then fucks you covering your mouth.

"Stop moaning love, we don't want George and Dream to find out, right?" He said covering your mouth, fucking you faster and harder "where do you want it?" He asked coming down to kiss your body "Shit, in-inside pleasee, fucking me so good" you said grabbing the sheets in your fist "you're so tight cutie, I'm going to cum in this nice tight fucking pussy"

He has a lottt of kinks

Teasing, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, size, hair pulling, switch probably, sweet and dirty talk, fuck in the mirror, breeding...

And that's all for now(? I hope you like it:)

[bookofbonbon]

Love tta!! if you don’t mind me asking, how long have aemond x reader been sleeping in the same room?

Hi! Thank you ♡ and of course you can ask!

tta headcanons: the evolution of sleeping - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Word Count: 800+.

Through The Ages Masterlist.

Aemond fatigues faster than most because it takes him a lot more energy than the average citizen to perform his day-to-day tasks after losing his eye.

It started out quite early on after meeting him - Aemond would nap during the day, and you would either go about your day as normal or continue with your studies in his room while he slept.

Then one day you end up falling asleep on the chaise lounge in his room before him so, he just leaves you there and goes to his bed (he makes sure to bar the door to his room beforehand though, he isn’t stupid enough to risk someone walking in).

From there, it just becomes a part of your routine to nap together depending on what the two of you get up to in the day.

You always sleep on the lounge and Aemond in his bed.

One afternoon you wake up with a stiff neck though so, Aemond has a larger, more comfortable lounge brought to his room.

You both also just sleep wherever you are at the time whether that be under a tree in the gardens or in the family room.

On the anniversary of your maiming however, you always struggle to sleep.

Something that Aemond was aware of; you'd spoken to him before at length about how bad the nightmares could be.

It’s particularly bad in your seventeenth year and Aemond’s sixteenth because you weren’t getting any rest during the day either.

So bad that Aemond finds you wandering the Red Keep in the middle of the night by chance upon his return from Old Town on dragon back with Aegon.

Aemond insists you come with him for a warm drink (Aegon making a comment about how much of a sap Aemond is toward you but, it goes over your head because you’re so tired).

At first you refuse because of the late hour but, Aemond reminds you that he’d just been on dragon back and still had quite a bit of adrenaline coursing through him so, he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

Sneaking in through the hidden door, you enjoy your warm drink while Aemond cleans himself up.

You wander his room while he does that and notice an unfamiliar book on his bedside table.

Taking a seat on his bed, you open up the book and begin to read - the book making no sense as you slowly begin to drift off until your sound asleep in his bed.

There are several conflicting emotions going through Aemond when he returns to the sight of you sleeping in his bed.

Yearning (and desire but he quashes it) at the sight of you in his bed.

Relief because you were finally getting some sleep.

Panic when he spots his journal resting on your chest.

It’s only opened to the third page so, there’s some relief in that but, it doesn’t do much to remedy how panicky he feels.

Pushing the feeling to the side though, he pulls the blankets over you and takes your usual spot on the lounge.

He’d just have to deal with the blowback in the morning.

Opening his journal, Aemond begins to write when a strange sound comes from where you sleep.

He doesn’t think anything of it and returns to writing until the quiet sound begins to sound like quiet choking.

Aemond rushes to your side and wakes you up and, you immediately burst into tears and cling to him.

Aemond’s already hurting heart breaks for you and he wraps his arms around you and slips beneath the blankets.

He strokes your hair and sings a song he’d heard you singing many times before.

The two of you fall asleep like that.

When he wakes the next morning, you’re gone.

He meets you at midday and the two of you speak nothing about it except for you asking about the strange book you began reading on his bedside table.

Aemond is horrified when you tell him that despite how confusing you found it, you quite liked it and would like to read the rest of it.

At night fall, you find yourself standing in Aemond’s room again.

He tucks you in and makes a move for the couch but, you pull him beneath the blankets without a word.

It becomes routine every year on the anniversary and slowly seeps into your nap routine as the two of you opt for resting together in his bed instead of your usual spots.

Aegon walks in one day when Aemond forgot to bar the door and spots the two of you.

He attempts to lord it over Aemond’s head but, immediately backs down at the threatening look on Aemond's face and Aemond asking, "are you challenging me, brother?"

Aegon never speaks of it again.

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All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

bookofbonbon 2022. All rights reserved.

#through the ages: series #tta: series #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #inbox 💌 #anonymous #request

[stardust-selfships]

PLEASE do Boom! Sonic x reader cute moments and overall headcanons😩🙏🙏

FIRST SONIC ASK LET'S GOOOOOO (huge sonic fan)

Boom sonic general (relationship) headcannons!

Genre: fluff, general

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

I headcanon sonic in boom to be bisexual, so honestly he doesn't care what your gender identity is, he loves you all the same!

This is boom sonic, so he's a bit egotistical so having a partner is great for him as he likes to show you off to his friends and the islands folk.

Of course this opens you up to being involved in Eggman's schemes and attacks, sometimes you have to be the "damsel in distress", but honestly it's no biggie as Eggman wount do much to you, mainly you chill at his place til sonic comes in to rescue you.

Naturally you will be on Sonic's friend group, and you hit off well with amy, knuckles, and sticks, but you are a bit closer with tails considering him and sonic are a package deal, those two are together a lot due to their brotherly bond.

Speaking of, the twin-tailed fox will tease sonic about you, saying like "how's your better half, sonic?", of course he's only doing this out of just messing with his step bro, he means no ill will! Though he finds it funny when sonic reacts flusterdly.

All Sonic's, including boom, are absolute saps. He will take you on dates, take you to his favorite spots on the island, tell you stories of all of his adventures over the years, sometimes he will give you small things like rocks or shells that remind him of your eye/hair/fur color!

I headcanon book to be about 18-19, though if you want to think he's 15-16 that's fine too, he just personally seems like a young adult to me.

With that being said he's very flirty and touchy, he likes PDA and will hold your hand in public, hold you close when taking to his friends, cuddle, etc. Though he will have moments he wants alone time on the island, typically napping on top of a roof, on a hammock, etc.

If you don't like chili dogs, or haven't tried one, he will do everything in his power to have you try one. If hot dogs aren't your thing, then he will make you some of the best chili cheese fries you'll ever have on your life! Dude knows what he's doing.

You and Amy surprisingly become good friends, talking about sonic together and she tells you all the dumb little things he's done with her and such, she's definitely a new bestie for you. Plus, she knows what he likes, and will give you pointers to how to surprise him!

He's moody as hell, so sometimes he will be stubborn over things, but he means well.

I headcanon him to be a cancer (the star sign)

If you steal his hankerchif/scarf, he will be bugged by it but honestly thinks you look adorable with it.

(The hankerchif/scarf smells like those ocean scented candles/body wash and chili dogs, that's kinda his scent, it's quite nice actually)

Tbh most Sonic's have commitment issues when or comes to being tied down, though....honestly you kinda changed that, he kinda likes the thought of you both getting married and possibly settling down, though even if that happens, he still has his adventurous nature and will still get up to mischief >:)

I hope you like this! It was tons of fun to do!

I absolutely adore boom, he's one of my favorite Sonic's, and super fun to write for!

My requests are open and my inbox is now clear! So keep the reqs coming, I love you guys, please make sure to drink water if you haven't today!

#boom sonic #boom sonic x reader #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #imagine #sfw #fluff #general #selfshipping #x reader #self shipping

[dickmedowndc]

Goodnight - John Constantine x Reader

Word Count: 987

Summary: When your partner is haunted by as many demons as John is, and carries too much weight on his shoulders, you learn to take the little moments as they come. Nobody ever promised love would be easy – in fact, it had been explicitly stated from the time that you were little that it took work. So, when you get a quiet moment, one where Constantine comes through the door before collapsing into bed, you cherish it.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga. I used Prompt #25, “good night kisses”, from the prompt list “a hundred different kisses.” It was just a request for some general fluff for Constantine – I tried, I do love this mess of a man, but I don’t know much about him. This is probably my shortest work yet, didn't have much to go on.

…★…

The fleeting form of sleep was softly leaving your mind single file. The was no abrupt wake-up call, no banging at the doors and windows, or a crack of thunder. In fact, the room you had been sleeping in just moments ago remained as silent and lonely as it had been when you had finally laid down for a nap. 

With a grumble you reached forward, bleary-eyed, before knocking the phone on the nightstand closer. You didn’t think before clicking it on – quick to close your eyes and shield your head from the onslaught of white light. When a minute had passed you finally peaked at the screen. It was 10 at night. Well past sunset and well past the alarm you had set. You figured that you had silenced it one too many times, only thankful that you had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. 

But that still left the matter of what had woken you. 

It had not been your body, which argued against every movement of yours as you sat up, scanning the dark room for anything different. 

Still nothing seemed to step forward from the shadows. No demon or apparition appeared before you. Not that it would feel too out of left field considering the things you had seen since Constantine had become a more permanent fixture in your life. 

Your wondering did not continue for much longer when you heard the bedroom door creak open and a slouched body shuffled through the door. 

John had certainly endured better days, you noted, before the man of the hour himself fell face first onto the bed. 

A moment passed in utter silence before he shifted onto his side, one hand reached out to rest on your leg. Like he was making sure that you were really there beside him. 

Gently you reached down and took his hand in your own, giving it a squeeze. 

The cold outside must have been unforgiving, because you could feel how the chill of the air had sapped away any warmth he had. Something you made a note to remedy with thick covers and cuddles, if he was in the mood. 

It was his voice that broke the silence that enveloped you both. “Did I wake you, love?” 

“I’m not sure, something did – but I was overdue to wake up from my nap anyways,” you cooed, reaching out to push shaggy blonde hair away from his face. 

It was almost painfully obvious how the day had worn on him. It had been a rougher one then, though you were sure he would try to spare you the details instead. Skin still ice to the touch, fingers barely wrapped around your own. You could bet his coat was soaked through as well. Even his hair was damp from the slowly rolling rain that had been making its way into town for the larger part of the day. 

But none of that mattered when Constantine seemed to melt under your touch, content to lay in the bed with your hands in his hair. 

You didn’t have the heart to chastise him for soaking the covers. You could always pull out another set, or bundle up together on the dry side of the bed when he was finally changed. Still, it couldn’t be comfortable to be so cold, and warmth would make itself at home faster when he was in something dry. “John?” 

There was a half-hearted grumble in response before he opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Come on, let's get you into something warmer.” Gently you stood, trying to pull the tired sorcerer up with you. It was a challenge, he certainly didn’t want to move, but it wasn’t anything that a few quick pleas and a pair of puppy dog eyes couldn’t fix. 

It seemed to work enough though, because once he was up and moving, John made quick work of changing into something more comfortable – even if you had interrupted him by throwing a fluffy towel directly at his head in a silent request to dry off. 

Minutes later John made his way back into the bed, pulling you against his chest. His eyes were closed, and for a moment you thought he was asleep before he spoke once more. “You’re staring.” 

“You’re attractive.” 

You could hear the amused huff and see the quirk of a smile resting on just the edge of his lips. 

You had gotten quite good at shooting back compliments. And while the first few might have caught him off guard, he had grown accustomed to the comments by now. Though he would never admit that in front of anyone else. 

Moments like this – where the world was quiet, and you had John in arm's length without the weight of a life on his shoulder – when everything was finally still. They were a rare commodity. And one that you cherished greatly. And it wasn’t always easy, John could be brash or a little too full of himself. The two of you still fought. You still woke up alone maybe more often than you wanted. 

But minutes like this, where you could feel his heartbeat under your hand, and see some of that responsibility finally melt away. They made every challenge the two of you had faced seem minuscule. 

Nothing worth fighting for was ever easy, but loving him was easy enough. At least to you. 

You could hear his breathing beginning to even out – he wasn’t asleep yet, but he would be soon. You could go for a round two of napping yourself, especially with him by your side. 

Gently, trying your best not to startle him, you pushed forward, placing a kiss against his lips. He responded lazily, opening his eyes to look at you as you settled back into your spot. “Goodnight.” 

He paused for a moment before you felt his arm tighten around you. “Goodnight, love.” 

#dc x reader #nicole writes #john constantine x reader

[pray4saint]

angel i’m sad 😞.

Do you think you could write dteam x college!reader? where reader is stressed out about college and goes to them for comfort?

(i’m struggling and i’m only 5 days into the school year, literally been running around my college trying to find my classes because my schedules all messed up and the Dean won’t fix it 🙄)

– ugh yes courtney my dear of course, here's a couple little blurbs for you 🫶🏽

you huff, walking off campus to bf!dream's apartment, just hoping he'll be there. when you slam the door shut, he jumps in his spot in his bed. your first stop was his kitchen, where you grappled through his fridge and cabinets and pantry for something to eat. unfortunately, through all your frustration you couldn't pick a single thing. ”y/n, baby, is that you?” clay called out, and almost as if on cue, you trotted through his bedroom door, another loud sigh escaping you. ”okay, i'll take that as a yes. what's up?” he set his textbook and his phone aside, stretching his arms out to pull you into him. your head lied against his chest and for a moment you didn't say anything, taking in his scent. ”jus'wanna sleep. don't wanna work on class work.” you could feel his eyes trained on the top of your head, where his hand scratched at your scalp. ”then take a nap, i'll wake you up in an hour and we'll go get something to eat, does that sound alright pretty?” you nod into his shirt and he smiles, lying back, pulling you up so your head is on the pillow, leaving his arm in the arch of your neck.

bf!sapnap stops by your dorm after classes only to find it empty and ends up dragging his sorry self back to his dorm. when he opens the door, there you are on his bed, curled up into an upright ball, textbook splayed out a few feet away from you. ”you alright peach? was lookin' for you in your room but here you are.” you pulled your head from your knees and crossed arms, letting out a heavy exhale. ”m'just really goddamn stressed, i got wayyy more after class work than i expected.” you were somewhere between tears and passing out and your voice conveyed it. sap slid his bag off his shoulder close to the nightstand before sitting down beside you, hand immediately flying to your knee. ”well, what's the hardest?” he asked, a gentle smile painted on his face. god did you love him.

bf!george calls you during his study hall. when you answer, he's surprised to recognise the surroundings better than usual. it's his bedroom. you're lying in his bed, wearing his hoodie, tucked in his blankets. his heart melted a little bit at the sight but his face just looked confused. ”y/n are you okay? why are you in my home?” he asks, moving his phone to be more centred in front of him, both hands around the device. ”started getting overstimulated after english lit, so i went where i felt safe.” again, a little more heart melting. you felt safe surrounded by his things, in his things. ”oh love i'm sorry. i'll be out in a couple hours, alright?” he glances up around the room at the endless bookshelves. ”i'll pick you up something to eat and then we can study together, okay?” you nod at the screen and he smiles. ”i love you george.” now he smiles, ”i love you y/n.”

– also now i think i should write this with situationshp!dteam or smthn w smut in it idk im feral for situationship writing

#saint's inbox !! #saint's friends: courtney !! #drm blurbs !! #sap blurbs !! #george blurbs !! #dwt #dwt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fluff #dwt fluff #dreamwastaken #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #gnf #georgenotfound #gnf x reader #gnf fluff #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound fluff #dteam #dream team #dteam x reader #dream team x reader #college au

[gyuswhore]

Shut Up (don't)

anniversary event [closed]

lee seokmin x reader

prompt(s): carrying on the argument between sloppy kisses and heavy make out

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), mean words are thrown at one another while they're fighting, heavy makeouts, fingering (f. rec), breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, soff ending bc im a sap

[a/n]: i have nothing to say. enjoy.

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Nearly getting rearended, and then breaking the heel of your shoe, to becoming the receiving end of another plethora of snarky remarks from the department weasel; it was all beginning to spill over the rim of your too warm, too full cup. 

All you wanted was to eat a good meal in front of another mindless TV show and nap the weekend away in the arms of your favourite person. Hence why the excitement at your front door was overflowing, creaking the door open to find a darker than usual hallway. You can only slip off your broken shoes and deposit your keys and bag so quickly, barely considering the amount of noise you’re making with all the shuffling and clanging in the doorway. 

“Seok! Babe, are you home?” you raise your voice a little as you enter the kitchen, slamming the grocery bags down on the counter with a loud huff. You peek out the door into the dark halls, brows furrowed. 

Opting to put away the perishables first, you grunt as you stand back up after stuffing all the frozen packages into the freezer, hand supporting your lower back. You were more tired than you’d initally thought.

Shuffling into the living room, your turn on the lights, remaining confused as ever as to why they were off. Even in an empty house, at least one of the lights would remain on. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when you register the lump on the now visible couch, taking a moment to realise it was your boyfriend, still in the clothes he had left in this morning. 

He’s shifting, groaning as he comes around to reveal his face, eyes bleary and face slightly red from sleep. 

“Oh,” he grimaces as he realises you were the one to turn the lights back on. “You’re home.”

“Why are you sleeping on the couch? Have you eaten yet?” you ask your boyfriend who’s now attempting rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“No,” he confirms, voice still scratchy. “I’m gonna change and go to bed.” 

“Wait, I did the groceries before coming home. I can make you your favourite. You can go to bed after you eat,” you insist. 

He doesn’t answer as he simply rises and makes his way towards the hall leading the bedroom. 

“Seok? Honey, I’ll be quick, I promise. Twenty minutes tops and then you can go to bed.”

Catching up to him, you grab his hand in an attempt to get him to look at you, which he does. Except he looks…annoyed? He brushes another hand across his hair and face, looking more exasperated by the second. 

“I’m not hungry,” he says, slower than usual. Like it was taking an effort to get the words out. “Now can you please just—”

“You can’t go to bed empty stomached, you’ll wake up with a headache!”

“You’re giving me a fucking headache right now.”

You freeze. 

On instinct, you drop his hand, letting it ball into fists at his side. He blinks for a long moment, pinching his nose bridge, before turning around entirely to continue his retreat back into the bedroom. 

It’s like you’ve snapped out of a daze when you register his retreating form, zero comment from either of you after the bomb he’d planted in the room. 

“You don’t get to say that to me and then walk away,” you say, and he’s still not stopping. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a shit day, at least I’m not being an ass about it.”

That seems to do it for him, turning around with furrowed brows and an open mouth that’s ready to shoot back. “This is your problem, you can’t leave things alone.” 

“I’m sorry that I care if my boyfriend’s starving himself?” Your voice comes out louder than intended, the heat of the situation creating an emerging buzz in your head. 

“Don’t care then! Your idea of helping is whatever you want done for you, have you considered that I just want to be left alone?” He tries to control his arms movements but they explode into some waving motion anyway, eyes meeting yours in a wide, angry, accusatory hold.

“Seokmin.” His name leaves your mouth in an unbelievable laugh. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“How can I over all that clanging and banging you do the minute you step foot into this house?!” 

“You know what?” you begin.

“God, just shut up, I can’t do this with you right now.”

“This is beginning to sound like you have a problem with me.”

“I just said—”

“No! Just fucking say it. Moving in together was a bad idea and you wish you’d never asked!” You know you sound hysterical, arms thrown over head as you fight the urge to push something over. 

“Stop it.”

“I’m trying to make this work with our schedules but if you’re gonna blow up anytime you don’t get your way—” 

Seokmin tries to shut you up again, only this time he succeeds. 

In the midst of your rampage he’d crossed the distance between the both of you, opting to slam his mouth onto yours instead of using his words. 

Both of his hands have gotten hold of your face, keeping you from moving your mouth in an way except against his own. He’s taken away your power, your hands come up to grasp his forearms. 

“Seok—” you start again, but he only plants his lips on you again, sliding his tongue at the seam of your mouth to intrude even further. 

You’re mad at him. It’s taking alot to remind yourself of that. He’s trying to shut you up. He doesn’t want to listen to you. He…

Even Seokmin, with all his other worldly breath control, can’t keep his mouth on your forever, leaving your swollen lips to let you both breathe for a moment. 

“What the fuck is this supposed to be doing?’ you ask, breathless but angry.

“Shutting you up,” he reponds, gripping your waist so hard it almost hurts, shoving your entire body right into his personal space. 

You aren’t any better than him, bringing your hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands just to have something to grip on to. 

“This isn’t over,” you mumble between wet, sloppy kisses, already half gone. 

“Like hell it isn’t,” Seokmin grunts, letting go only to pull you onto the warm couch, caging you between the armrest and his own overbearing body. He’s taking over you from all sides, the muddle of your mind unbecoming of the anger that coursed through you just minutes prior. 

Pairing that with your existing exhaustion, your mind seems to be skipping over most of the filler scenes that unfold. 

Your top is gone to wind before you can register his fingers working the buttons. His hands have reached underneath your tight skirt, fiddling with the waistband of your stockings. He’s struggling with the overlapping fabrics, the existing difficulty of handling stockings earning a dissatisfied grunt from his throat. 

Opening your eyes, shifting them to focus on Seokmin’s face, you don’t doubt you look just as fucked out as he does. Pupils dilated, hair dishevelled and sticking out from everywhere, clothes barely framing where they belong. He’s growing frustrated as he instead attempts to shuck your skirt off. 

“Just—” He cuts you off again, even as you try to help with the wretched zipper. 

“Not a word out of your mouth,” he says, almost like it’s a plea, shielded under his scratchy growl. “Not until I’m done.”

This is nothing like you’ve ever seen before, your sweet, gentle boyfriend had turned into some deep monster from hell, like the events of tonight unsheathed some unfed entity that only festered on its ignorance. Despite everything, you can’t seem to complain, enjoying every bit of this as every passing moment only stacks the already leaning tower. 

And when you thought he couldn’t get any more unhinged, you hear the distinct sound of a rip! 

He’s ripped your tights. 

“Seok, I just bought those!” you blurt before you can stop yourself. 

He doesn’t answer you this time, opting to let his fingers do the talking. You feel a distinct pressure on your hot core, and you’re immediately putty. Seokmin is rubbing slow circles over the damp crotch of your panties, steady, but just enough to have you bucking your hips uncontrollably every so couple seconds. Your breathing is loud, bordering whimpers as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

It’s criminal the way he pushes into your core, stuffing you with bulk of his finger and the fabric of your underwear. And just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, he removes hands entirely. 

You nearly scream, the ache becoming near unbearable. He’s shuffling around to take his clothes off but you couldn’t care less if he fucked you half dressed. He’s naked before you can do something about it yourself, immediately planting himself back on you. 

“Put that mouth to better use,” he whispers, bringing two of his fingers to your lips, letting them push past and rest on your tongue. You start sucking on them instantly, tongue running over his long, beautiful fingers, letting him shove them as far as you’d let him. 

When he relents, he only slips them somewhere else. You watch between your flushed bodies as his sticky, glistening fingers disappear, sliding inside your ready, coated walls. Hands finding purchase on the bulk of his shoulders, he lets you dig your nails into his pristine tan skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Throwing your head back you can only groan into the empty ceiling at the feeling. 

“God, Seok that feels so good.”

He goes faster, deeper, separating his fingers inside you to test your limits. Finding that spongy spot, he shows no signs of relenting, now pistoning into you. 

When he stops, you come round to watch him line his hard member up to your entrance, not giving you a moment to register the emptiness. Except, you stop him. 

“Wait,” you breathe out, pushing yourself on your elbows. 

“What?” he asks, like he’s been snapped out of a trance. You maintain eye contact as you push him into a sitting position on the couch, letting his back hit the plush of the pillows. You take the opportunity to slide out of your torn and tattered tights, feeling the muscle of his thighs as you sit on his lap. 

“Fuck,” he curses when he realises what you’re doing. 

You readjust, grabbing his hard shaft, pumping him slowly as you prepare to line him up to your entrance again. Pushing your chest into his face during the process, he wastes no time in latching his mouth over the lace of your bra, licking over the fabric, pushing the tip of his tongue right where your nipple was. 

It send waves of shocks right into your core, busying the tip of his cock to rub itself on your dropping hole, savouring the feeling. Seokmin’s thrown your bra away, his mouth now in full contact with your breasts, tongue flicking across the nipple as he nips and sucks to his heart’s content. His fingers flick over your other nipple, pinching and stimulating it just the same. The sight of his fingers is doing so much to you, enough to encourage you to sink into his cock with finality. 

It’s a stretch, but nothing you haven’t been practiced to handle. He has a hand low on your hips, guiding your ass to sit on him fully. When you move it’s easier, the pleasure returning in its waves and sparks. 

“Fuck, Seok,” you whimper, as you start moving faster, bouncing on his cock, ass slapping his thighs. 

You find a place holder behind you on his knee, reaching one of your hands back to clasp his skin, the other finds reprieve in his hair, mouth still sucking on your breast. 

His palm rests on your ass, guiding you up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm, moaning into the plump of your breast. Letting go of your nipple, he throws his head back in a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. He continues to play with the swell of your breasts, fondling and groping. 

Taking advantage of the access, you lean into neck, pressing kisses onto the expanse, suckling on a spot near his ear, savouring the salt of his skin on your tongue. Your hips continue to bounce on him, but inevitably slow as you feel the burn on your thighs and hips. 

One particular landing is felt with a harsh buck of Seokmin’s own hips and you realise with a loud moan that he’s meeting you halfway, finishing what you started. Soon he’s created a pace of his own, thrusting his well oiled hips into you so good it has you blinking away the gleam of stars. 

“Baby,” your voice comes out pleading, and he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. 

“Come, baby, it’s alright. Come all over me.”

Taking his words to your cunt, you oblige, letting yourself come undone. It’s loud, it’s desperate and it’s raw, needing to wrap your arms around him in a latch for support. He smells like him, and it’s making the high continue to wreck your body in waves that won’t end. 

Seokmin cums just as your coming down from your own high, tightening his hold on you as he rams his cock into your overstimulated cunt to get his own fill of pleasure. His thighs stutter beneath you, his sounds deep and loud.

By the time he’s done neither of you have enough air in your lungs to say a word, slumped over one another as you catch your breaths. 

Seokmin is the first to recover, and your fluttering eyelids drift open at the feeling of his lips on your shoulders, leaving butterfly kisses as you remain curled into his chest, head on the crook of his neck. 

You’re uncomfortably warm, but you cuddle into his chest closer, feeling the heat that radiates off of his body. His lips have found your temple, seemingly not caring for your sticky, sweaty skin as he trails his kisses to your cheek, right next to your ear. 

“I’m sorry for blowing up on you like that. I always want you to care, please forget about what I said,” he whispers into your ear, and it’s enough to have you shuffle impossibly closer into his naked chest. It’s like you’ve molded into each other’s skin. 

“I’m sorry too, for not being understand and for blowing up on you as well. I should’ve handled my emotions better.” You lift your head for a moment to plant a kiss on Seokmin’s jaw, and then find his lips. 

He kisses you so softly it hurts, pecks of affirmation between his “sorry”s. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your lips, and you cup his jaw as he pulls away ever so slightly. 

You can see a stretch at the corner of his lips and you realise he’s smiling; you almost weep at the sight. 

Kissing him again, you whisper right back, “I love you more.”

“Please don’t ever leave.”

“Never.”

“Promise?” 

You let out a little giggle, “Promise. As long as you won’t ever leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, nothing but love in his eyes.

“We still have to talk about what happened,” you say, brushing the pad of your finger across his cheek. 

“I know, and we will,” he gulps. “I think we need to sleep on it.”

You agree quietly, but quip anyway. “If I had to take a shot, I’d bet it on all that pent up energy you just unleashed. I think you feel better right now.”

He exhales through his nose, slightly embarrassed at being called out, but replies nonetheless. “It…it probably was. I do feel less tense.”

“Hm,” you hum, bringing you arms to wrap around his neck, tucking your mouth right near his ear. You trace a lone finger down the center of his chest. 

“Since we’ve decided this is a topic for tomorrow, do you think you’ve got a little more frustration in there to let out?” 

He’s still sheathed inside you, and you can feel his length begin to harden. 

You don’t realise what’s happening as you feel yourself being jerked forward, suddenly suspended in his arms as he struts towards the bedroom. Arms tightened, a hint of a squeal escapes you, and you can only giggle as he tickles whispered promises into your neck. 

Promises that you can count on him to fulfill. 

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