#splayed out on top of the fridge

[no-truce-with-the-heroes]

post-war togachako where himiko and ochako live together and ochako keeps coming across her sleeping in the weirdest places, in the most uncomfortable-looking positions

#lying in the closet with her head curled up against her back #splayed out on top of the fridge #buried beneath an overturned laundry hamper #Ochako carries her to bed every time #every time Himiko cuddles her and refuses to let her go until she falls asleep again #mha #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #togachako #togachako brainrot #just a bit of silly fluff for the people who need it right now #if you know you know #catgirl toga himiko agenda

[the-panda-queen]

Brothers Favorite Sleeping Positions w/ You

cw: slightly suggestive with some, gn reader, some can be read platonically

Part 2 here

Lucifer: Loves to sleep face to face. Will wrap his arms and legs around you and nestle his face in your hair/ on the top of your head. Will grumble if you try to switch to spooning. He wants to wake up and see your beautiful face. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

If you’re the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night for a lil snack just know he converted one of his nightstands into a mini fridge. He might pretend it’s always been that way but seeing it’s filled with all of your favorites you’ll see through his ruse easily. If you need to go to the bathroom he’ll let you go and stay awake til you get back before nestling into you again. Take too long and he’ll go looking for you.

Mammon: Big fan of spooning. While he does eat up being the little spoon, he likes being the big spoon more. He’ll tuck one arm under your head and rest his hand on your chest, giving it a lil squeeze while his other arm goes over your waist and hand rests on your pelvis. He’s not trying to seduce you, he just finds it comforting.

Leaving for a midnight snack or bathroom is difficult. He won’t wake up but whine and grumble once you leave his grasp. Once you come back to bed he wraps around you immediately as if trying to fuse with your skin. Good luck if you try to leave again.

Also he runs even warmer in his sleep so if you’re feeling a bit hot get ready to sweat buckets cause he sure as heck ain’t lettin go twice. (；′⌒`)

Leviathan: Once he’s comfortable enough to share a bed or his tub he’ll wrap his tail around you and hold you close. You have a bit more freedom in the position you want to sleep in. He’ll just snuggle in any way you let him. If you sleep in his tub it’s a mess of arms, legs, and tail being wrapped in.

He keeps snack in his room already so if you get hungry there’s no reason to leave. You’re close enough to share a sleeping space with him so he’ll definitely have your favorite snacks too. Going to get the snacks he’ll subconsciously shift into his demon form to elongate his tail so it can still wrap around you. If you need to go to the bathroom his tail obviously cannot follow. Will definitely cry in his sleep thinking you left him. (╥﹏╥) Hurry back!

Satan: Likes to fall asleep with you resting your head on his chest and running his fingers down your back. He’ll listen to the gentle sound of your breathing as you fall asleep then knock out himself soon afterwards.

Getting a snack or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night isn’t a hassle with him. He might shift a little in his sleep but not much else. In half awake state he’ll feel your side of the bed, if it’s gone cold you’ve been gone too long he’ll assume one of his brother has taken you and rush out of the room to track you down.

Asmo: Loves when you both sleep au naturale, you never know what could happen ;) -nothing will happen Asmo is very serious about his beauty rest especially on a school night plz don’t tease him it’s cruel T_T adores sleeping on your chest. He’ll listen to the steady thrumming of your heartbeat as he falls asleep while circling his arms around you.

Leaving his bed is difficult, your left arm is dead from him resting on it and his bedding is so soft and cushiony you have a hard time rolling out of it. Once you make it out Asmo has rolled to the middle of the bed with his body splayed out. (* ￣︿￣) Good luck trying to get back in, you’d honestly just be better off going to your own room once you’ve gone to the bathroom/ had your snack. Sorry

Beel: Is very worried about hurting you in his sleep. You’re so fragile it scares him. Feels most confident in your safety if you're laying on top of him, like he's your bed. If you’re the type to sleep through the night he’ll do his best to ignore his stomach grumbling and also try to sleep through the night as well. Can generally hold off on waiting to eat in the morning if it’s for you. The brothers have mixed feelings on this arrangement, on one hand their snacks are less likely to “disappear” but that means you have to sleep with Beel.

If you wake up in the middle of the night for a snack or to go to the bathroom he’s stoked. Will gladly take you down to the kitchen with him and give you whosever snack is in the fridge, doesn’t matter who it belongs to. (*￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀`*) If you try to deny the snack he’ll give you a soft smile and tell you he’ll take them blame so please eat. The brothers hate this arrangement even more. Will definitely try and stop the two of you from sleeping together.

Belphie: As long as he feels like he’s being the one pampered he’s fine. He likes when you both fall asleep face to face and he can snuggle into your chest. He’ll wraps himself around you and rest his tail along your back (canonically it has spikes in it so please be careful moving in your sleep, it will hurt if to try to lay on it).

Another one who’s difficult if you’re one who gets up in the middle of the night. His grip becomes a vice and you’re having to wrestle yourself free. Gasping you hurriedly run out of the room to do your business, even giving yourself another moment before making your way back. Once you come back though he’s quick to wrap around you once more. Will definitely mumble his grievances about your departure however brief. he might even bite you to teach you a lesson on leaving him <(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

felt like it got kinda long towards to end but oh well.…should I do the rest of the cast next? lemme know!

#obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me brothers #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me #obey me drabble #obey me brothers x mc

[jinwoosungs]

{ 171 }

belong to you.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; soft depictions of physical intimacy - minors don't interact. this is such a self indulgent thirst post, i’m sorry…!

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

your night started out innocently enough. you and your beloved boyfriend had gone straight to bed once midnight came, falling into the most peaceful slumber you had ever experienced.

however, something ends up interfering with your drowsy state; a sudden dryness felt within the depths of your throat as you awakened with a soft groan. your mouth felt dry, and you were in desperate need of some water. so, you toss back the covers and allow your bare feet to pad across your room, heading out of it and into the kitchen.

opening the fridge, you let out an eager moan upon seeing the bottles of fresh water settled within the door, taking a bottle out of the fridge before uncapping it. you spill its contents directly into your mouth, drinking the water almost greedily as you managed to drain the entire bottle within seconds.

tossing the now emptied bottle into the trash can, you wipe away the stray droplets of water from your lips and return back to your shared room. while yawning, you figured the exhaustion would return to to you, and you would continue to rest peacefully with your boyfriend.

however, it seems as though fate had other plans for you.

the moment you re-entered your bedroom, your mouth turned dry again, seeing an almost sinfully delicious sight settled in front of you.

with the moon shining against him, you watch as jinwoo continued to sleep, head resting against the plush pillows as his hands unconsciously began to scratch at his abdomen, lifting up his shirt in the process-

and revealing his rock hard abs to you.

the sight of his godlike figure made you salivate immediately, with you coming closer to him, appearing like you were caught in a trance.

like your body was running on autopilot, you join jinwoo in bed, but instead of remaining on your side-

you purposely crawl on top of jinwoo, hands splayed next to his head as your lips eagerly trail kisses down his naked chest. a soft groan was heard coming from jinwoo once he feels the way your lips latched on to his skin, and as he hoarsely calls out your name, you could feel the almost painful sting of your arousal coursing through you.

“sorry jin… but i really fucking need you right now.” you admit to him in a whisper while meeting his gaze.

your eyes were dilated, seeing jinwoo slowly awaken as his eyes began to glow a faint purple hue in color, waking up in response to the needy whine heard in your voice.

“is that so? does my baby need me?” gone were the traces of sleep from his gaze, his large hands now exploring the expanse of your skin the moment he pushes aside the large shirt that once covered your form.

with a moan, you began straddling his toned abdomen, resting both palm of your hands against his chest as you slowly began grinding against his hard wall of muscle.

“fuck.” jinwoo keeps his hand wrapped around your sides, helping you move against him as your slickness was felt slowly staining at skin. your panties were steadily becoming ruined with each of your ministrations against him, and when you felt your bundle of nerves become swollen due to the sudden stimulation, your moans kept echoing throughout the room.

as if sensing how close your release was approaching, jinwoo sits up and moves you to his knee, bouncing you up and down the fat of his thighs as he kept coaxing at you to let go for him-

a feat you were all too willing to accomplish the moment you felt that familiar snap deep from within you. your release comes out of you in waves, further wetting jinwoo’s body as you rode out your release. a few seconds later, you were left panting, still in a haze thanks to the aftermath of your release when jinwoo suddenly slams your back against the mattress once more.

using his teeth, he slides down your wet and ruined panties, not stopping until the damp fabric clings to the edge of your ankles before leaning in to press heated kisses against your slickness. with a grunt of your name, jinwoo pushes a finger into you, groaning as more of your honeyed arousal began to stain at the sheets.

“such a waste.” with a guttural groan, jinwoo begins to quite literally devour you, tongue thrusting into your gummy walls as he spent his time exploring your taste, drinking up all that you had to offer while allowing your legs to trap him against you.

“oh gods, fuck, jinwoo… jinwoo…!” your hands had automatically went to his hair, gripping tightly against those soft, ebony strands with your back arching against the bed. jinwoo’s attack on your soaking sex was relentless, and you could only manage to repeat his name in a neverending mantra, feeling the red hot pleasure building.

as if sensing your impending climax, jinwoo moves away from your aching core, hands coming to remove his shirt and sweatpants, pulling them down with a desperation as he stroked his erection to full hardness. jinwoo wanted nothing more than for his cock to get painfully hard so that he could seek his comfort and release within the depths of your sweetness.

you were given little time to react, only catching a glimpse of jinwoo’s bare body and hardened cock before he immediately enters you in a single, powerful thrust. a broken moan escapes from your parted lips, with jinwoo moving expertly against you. he sees the way your chest bounces in tune with his thrusts and leans down with a hum, capturing the hardened bud of your nipple within his hot mouth.

“that’s it… that’s my queen. does my love feel good?” his voice comes out as hoarse and breathless, eyes glowing purple while they shine with a possessiveness for you. he chuckles, hearing your soft whines while basking in the way your hands cling to the sheets as he kept pounding desperately within your gummy walls.

“hn, you’re still so tight.” jinwoo’s voice takes on an almost drunken tone, his movements becoming even more desperate when he takes a hold of your leg and tosses it over his shoulder, a position he knew would help him reach even deeper inside of you.

neither of you were able to last long, with you letting out a string of curses when you felt jinwoo growing inside of you, his tip nearly pressed against your womb while the intensity of his thrusts causes the bed to creak.

“can’t last a fucking minute inside you, fuck, come for me, come for your king, come on come on come on…!” jinwoo pants, and the moment his large hand reaches down to give your swollen clit a gentle squeeze was when you lost it.

crying out to him, you allow your juices to stain at his cock, releasing against him as your walls seemed to further tighten around his girth. letting out a broken groan of your name, jinwoo stills his hips, his cock now pumping his seed deep inside of you, completely emptying himself as he was certain he had painted your gummy walls white.

you were both breathing heavily, with jinwoo moving your leg back to his waist momentarily before landing against you. with your desires satiated, you giggle, allowing the post, lovemaking clarity to kick in as you kissed at jinwoo’s cheek.

running a hand through his damp hair, jinwoo keeps you connected to him while looking down at you in concern, “are you okay? did i hurt you? am i too heavy?”

admittedly, he was heavy, but you really didn’t want him to move away from you.

“you’re a little heavy, but i don’t mind.” you tell him with a loving smile.

jinwoo begins to blush just then, ready to pull out of you when you use both of your legs to trap him against you. “no no, don’t leave me. i like it when you’re crushing me to the bed like this.”

still blushing profusely, he groans before hiding his face within the curve of your neck. “you’re weird.” jinwoo gently teases you while pressing kisses against your damp skin, making you hum in response as you ran a comforting hand down his muscled back.

“hm…” you let out another pleased hum before admitting to him, “this is all your fault, you know that, right?”

clearly not understanding, jinwoo moves his head back so that he could see your features clearly. “sarang, what do you mean by that?”

you giggle before proceeding to pinch at his abdomen, “you seduced me with that godly body of yours. did you really think i could continue to sleep with your delectable body revealed to me like that?”

he lets your confession sink in before his expression darkens as a smirk paints his handsome features. “oh really?”

moving away from the curve of your neck, jinwoo begins to hover over you, further spreading your legs as you gasp, feeling him growing from deep inside of you before he began thrusting in and out of you once more, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking causing your face to heat up in further in response.

“now you know how i feel every fucking night, sleeping next to your body that’s always calling out to me, waiting to be fucked by me.”

feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head just then because of the constant onslaught of pleasure, you completely surrendered yourself to jinwoo and his own desires-

admittedly, neither you or your hunter boyfriend got much sleep that night ♡

a.n. - don’t perceive me, this is such a thirst post 😭

jinwoo’s abs are too delicious and i couldn’t help it, im so sorry.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #.stories #solo leveling smut

[bby-deerling]

raincheck (ace x afab!reader nsfw)

ace is my sleep paralysis demon who gives me backshots in my dreams.

afab!reader (but no pronouns used), 18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 709 masterlist

cw: rough sex, ace falls asleep, kinda goofy ending, light choking

Ace was quieter than he usually was in bed tonight; he was focused, eyes locked on your torso, drifting from your tits to the sight of him impaling you with his cock as you bounced on top of him.  His hat hides his face as he grips your hips tightly—you’re the one riding, but he’s the one controlling the pace, and he wants it hard and fast tonight.

Slowing down for a brief moment, he pulls out of you and nudges you off of him.

“Get on all fours.” he mumbles, and you comply, feeling vulnerable as he lines himself up and slowly pushes into you.  He barely gives you a moment to adjust before gripping your hips harshly and pounding into you; a string of muffled moans are stifled by the pillow your face is buried in.

One of his hands splays across your back and presses down, forcing you to lay flat on your stomach, his thrusts not daring to let up for a moment in the process.  Ace loved to manhandle you, constantly manipulating your body to suit his whim of the moment, and tonight was no exception.  His hand slides up along your spine and grabs the back of your neck, pressing it into the bed as he fucks you even harder, grinning at the way his actions made you cry out.

“You like that, don’t ya’, babe?” he taunts, nearly out of breath and gripping your hip harder.

The string dangling from his hat swung against your upper back, threads feeling like delicious, hot, fiery lashes from a whip.  Pulling you closer, he folds over on top of you, determined to fuck you as deep as possible.  You squirm beneath him, but his legs encircle yours, forcing them upward in the air and trapping you in place. 

Ace is covering every bit of you; the brim of his hat nudges the top of your head with each thrust.  His breath is ragged and hot on your ear, and you swear he’s using his devil fruit because each thrust of his cock inside of you feels warmer than the last.  Large hands roam across your body, alternating between reaching down to grab your ass and reaching around to grab your throat.  The overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere has you so close; you’re about to tell him so, words stuck on your tongue as you lose yourself in a haze of pleasure.

And then he stops.

“Let’s take a break.” he pants, flopping beside you and clutching his chest.  Given the extremely fast pace he set, it was no wonder he needed a moment to catch his breath; the cord hanging from his hat nearly bounced off his chest with each rapid beat of his heart, mesmerizing you as you curled up next to him and traced your fingers in tiny circles over his torso.

When the rise and fall of his chest slow and his breathing settles, you tilt your head up to look at him and see if he is ready to go again, only to find his eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he lets out a tiny snore.

Ace fell asleep.

“Ace…” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “Wake up…”

He drowsily comes to his senses, hand beginning to trace circles into your shoulders.

“Mmm… Got anything to eat?” he asks, stretching and letting out a yawn.  You wipe the shock off your face and run through a few easy to make options for him, a bit nervous considering you know he would easily clean out your fridge if you allowed it.  He tells you he wants some of your leftovers from dinner, and you head to the kitchen to warm it up.

“Thanks, babe!  We’ll finish this later.” he calls, goofy smile on his face.

“Mhm!” you say, dazed, disoriented, and a bit flabbergasted that his mind had changed course so quickly.

As you turn the oven on, and Ace stumbles into the living room and flops on the couch, the only evidence you hadn’t just hallucinated the way he just rearranged your insides was the slick wetness still in your panties.

“He better finish what he started once he’s fed…” you grumble, leaning against the kitchen counter.

#one piece x reader #x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece smut #mdni

[the-kr8tor]

Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.

Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”

If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF

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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.

Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.

Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.

Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.

You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”

Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.

His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.

“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.

He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.

“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.

With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.

Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.

“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.

“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.

“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.

Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.

You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.

Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.

“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.

You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.

Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.

“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.

You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”

Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.

“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”

“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”

“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.

You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #spider punk #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #blob the symbiote #cat symbiote #cw food mention #hobie fluff #fanfic

[seaslugfanclub]

Disneys Sleepiest Soldier

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The video essay on (Y/N)s phone becomes increasingly blurry as they take a slow bite of their sandwich, trying to keep their eyes open.

Holy shit, they were exhausted.

(Y/N) sat hunched over the break room table, their eyes feeling like lead sinkers and feet pulsing from walking miles around the park. (Y/N) had arrived to their shift already tired, construction work had been done throughout the evening below (Y/N)s apartment—so they didn’t get a lick of sleep the previous night.

And after being in the sun all day, up and walking around tending to both guest and entertainment, they felt like they were going to pass out.

Pausing the video essay, (Y/N) checked the time on their phone, their soul clenching when they saw that they had 5 hours remaining to their shift.

Finishing off their sandwich, they looked at the time again to see they had 20 more minutes left to their lunch break,

“I’ll just take a micro nap, 10 minutes tops…..no one will notice…” (Y/N) reasoned, setting a timer on their phone and resting their head in their arms, almost instantly falling asleep.

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Even though he technically didn’t have to eat or drink, Hades couldn’t resist having a secret martini around this time of day. He had all the ingredients prepped in his room; gin, glass, live worm, all he needed now were the olives that were kept in the employee break room fridge.

Appearing from a cloud of smoke right in front of the refrigerator, the Lord of the Dead retrieved the olives, about to vanish to his room when he noticed a slumped over form in the corner of his eye.

“Well, what do we have here?” Hades mused as he walked over to his favorite park attendant, who was passed out on the break room table.

He loomed above them for a few minutes just appreciating their sleeping form when he noticed how dark the rings under (Y/N)s eyes were, they also looked paler than he remembered.

Now (Y/N) could look like anything and Hades would still find them attractive (the old pervert) but even he hated to admit how corpse like they looked.

“Geez kid….they don’t make things easy for you do they? Poor schmuck.”

Sighing in resignation, Hades swished the olives in his had away with a wisp of smoke, pocketed (Y/N)s phone, and proceeded to lift their limp body into his arms, carrying them bridal style. Once he knew (Y/N) hadn’t waken up from being jostled, he teleporting out of the break room and into the Villains common area.

Being so used to living around dead people, the feeling of warm, living flesh against his cold body was a change that Hades didn’t know was so welcomed until now. It almost hurt to part from (Y/N) as he layed them down onto the sofa in the middle of the room. Hades stared at them for a moment longer, before turning around to leave the room. He needed a stronger drink…

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“Cripes—Silver!? Did you nab my blunderbuss again— oh..”

Hook trotted into the common area, hoping to find and berate Silver for his missing pistol, before cutting himself off when he spotted (Y/N)s sleeping form splayed out on the sofa.

It seems that their exhaustion overpowered Hooks shouting, (Y/N) not even stirring.

Hook slowly approached the couch, looking over His park attendants form with silent wonder. He had never seen (Y/N) asleep before, they were always up and running around the park, confident and energetic. Hook marveled in this rare vulnerability, (Y/N)s sleeping form reminded him of the old renaissance paintings he had plundered with his crew years ago. (Y/N)s face was absent of all emotion, their hair splayed around them—

Wait a minute….

Hook was brought out of his reverie when he noticed how awkward (Y/N)s head was resting against the arm of the sofa. How could his dear attendant sleep without proper pillow!?

“My poor poppet… I’ll set you straight right.”

Hook sped out of the lounge, only to return minutes later with a pillow from his own quarters. He didn’t mind the strange looks from the other villains who were stalking the halls, his only goal was to get back to the common area.

Making sure not to scrape (Y/N) with his hook, the old captain gently lifted (Y/N)s head to place his pillow underneath their neck.

Taking a step back he admired his work, (Y/N) looking much more comfortable lying against his down feathered pillow.

“Sleep well my dear~” he whispered has he stalked out of the room.

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Hans clenched and unclenched his fists, not liking the way his palms felt— being so unused to not wearing his gloves. He rarely takes them off, and of course the only time he does so he misplaced them. He tried to ask around to see if anyone had found his pair of cotton gloves, but like every other time in his life, Hans was ignored.

His last hope in his search was the lounge, praying to Mickey-fucking-Mouse that they had somehow made their way there.

Completely focused on finding his gloves, Hans entered the common area and immediately began rummaging around. He didn’t care if his trousers got dusty or his hair fussed up, he couldn’t bear the feeling of his hands making direct contact with everything.

“Kom igen… var är de?”

Hans’s frustration was finally overwhelming him, about to give up when he noticed a flash of white from underneath the couch.

“Aha! Oh, finally!!”

Hans kneeled to reach under the couch, finally grabbing his beloved gloves and wasted no time in slipping them back on his hands. Relief washing over him, Hans went to stand back up— only to be face to face with (Y/N)’s

He flinched back, stumbling to his feet. In his mad search for his gloves, he had completely overlooked the sleeping (Y/N).

He titled his head, confused on why 1: (Y/N) is passed out on the villains sofa when they’re in the middle of a shift, and 2: why their head is resting on a satin down pillow that probably costs more than their rent.

Hans was brought out of his thoughts when a noticed a shiver ran up (Y/N)s back, the park attendant squirming.

Huh, he never noticed how chilly the lounge was, probably because he was used to the cold, even the central AC being nothing but white noise to him. Looking at (Y/N) again, he felt a strange squirming in his stomach…

….eh, it’s probably pity.

Tugging on his gloves, he walked over to the common areas closet, where they kept all the cleaning supplies, lightbulbs, untouched board games, and blankets. Groping around until he found something that met his standards, Hans pulled out a knit throw blanket and walked back to the couch.

With a flick of his wrists, the blanket unfurled and fell onto (Y/N)s body, (Y/N) unconsciously burrowing their face into the knit wool. Hans was strangely reminded of the bakers in his castles kitchens, blanketing the tops pies with dough.

Shrugging off the memories, he gave (Y/N) a fleeting look before exiting the lounge, his fists clenching and unclenching.

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The overhead LED lights stung in Frollos eyes, making him wince and rub the bridge of his nose. He used to think Paris as a filthy city, but now what he wouldn’t give to be back in the 15th century.

Trudging down the hall, a pit of anxiety welled in the bottom of his chest, dreading having to go back out in the park and having to… eugh, interact with others.

His procession stopped as he passed the doorway of the common area, turning his head towards the sofa. Checking to make so no one else was near, Frollo approached the couch to look over (Y/N).

If it was anyone else, Frollo would’ve sneered and berated the person for their sloth. Such waste of time and insult to God.

And yet…

It was a rarity to see the park attendant so still, their resting body allowing Frollo to notice details he never saw before; The stray beauty mark on their cheek, a specific strand of hair the coiled around their face, cuts and scrapes that littered their hands…

Frollo huffed, allowing (Y/N) to continue their sleep, about to exit the room when he stopped.

Their (Y/N) laid, their form vulnerable and unprotected, resting amongst those with wicked tendencies. It would go against his “beliefs” to allow evil to take advantage of those unaware.

Reaching into his robe, he pulled out his personal Rosary, the old wooden beads clicking as they hind from his fingers. Delicately, Frollo hung his rosary from the edge of the couch, the cross resting right above (Y/N).

“Procul recedant somnia, Et noctium phantasmata; Hostemque nostrum comprime, Ne polluantur corpora.” Frollo muttered a prayer, signing the cross over (Y/N)s body.

Having so other excuse to stay, Frollo stalked out of the lounge

“dors bien et fais de beaux rêves..”

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Facilier was….well— he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

(Y/N) sprawled out on the couch, head resting on a pillow that looked like it belonged in Big Daddy La Bouff’s mansion, worn knit blanket draped over their body, and a dingy rosary hanging above their head.

The shadow man stared down at (Y/N), his shadow trying to reach the couch, only to be shocked backwards. Probably the fault of the rosary.

“Ah forget it old sport— let the kid rest,” Facilier chastised his shadow.

The conman recalled seeing (Y/N) stumbling around the park earlier in the day, nodding off while standing. Poor sap must’ve surrendered to their bodies plea for rest.

Facilier’s been known to indulge in a nap once or twice, especially on the sticky summer days back in Orleans… but from personal experience, he always needed total darkness.

“I’ve got no idea how they can sleep with all this light… let’s do the poor Cher a solid. Shadow, cut the lights.”

With the command of his master, Faciliers shadow creeped towards the window on the neighboring wall, pulling down the blinds as Facilier walked over to the light switch, humming to himself.

“..pale moon's shining on the fields below…. The folks are singing songs, soft and loooowww~”

flicking off the overhead lights, the lounge was plunged in darkness.

“Much better, c’mon old sport—” Facilier beckoned his shadow, who gave (Y/N) a longing glance before return to his master.

“You needn't tell me, ‘cause I know… When it's sleepy time down south~”

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(Y/N) sighed in their sleep, nestling into the blanket and pillow. Although they were still fast asleep, far from waking up— they could feel the peace that washed over them. Something only achieved when you’ve reach maximum comfort after strenuous activity.

There were moments in their sleep when they were uncomfortable; neck aching, cold, bad dreams, and bright light stinging behind their eyes. But each time they almost roused from sleep, the problem was always solved, sending them deeper and deeper into the REM cycle.

So there (Y/N) rested, swamped in strange warmth and set to not wake for a long while.

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Can you tell that my love language is acts of service?

I just wanted to write something fluffy, (also I kinda want to write more Hans stuff, an obsession is growing…)

Anyway, enjoy!

#disney villains #self insert #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #oc insert #captain hook #judge claude frollo #claude frollo #dr facilier #hans frozen #hans westergaard

[starfxkr]

for my sister @shellxrls

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it was strange for you to be acting up this much, normally john b didn't have to do much to put you back in your place, a good smack and some redirection and you were good to go. but you wanted things to go you're way, you didn't wanna say in the house and relax like he asked, no you wanted to run wild with him all day no matter the danger.

the entire day was spent with him snatching you up by the scruff of your neck, scolding you for being so rash and you looked at him with a scowl and a curled lip because you had the nerve to be mad he was trying to look after you.

being bad wasn't a cute look on you, even as you were splayed over his lap, ass tender from a series of smacks you refused to apologize.

"this is fuckin ridiculous-- you know i don't tell you no to be an asshole i tell you no so you're safe." john b followed you around the house as you stomped away from him, tugging your shorts back up to head to the kitchen.

"i'm perfectly capable, you're not my father i don't have to listen to you." you slam the fridge shut, staring him defiantly as you drink orange juice straight out of the carton.

he smacks it out of your hand, causing its contents to splash everywhere, you barely utter out a curse before he's dragging you back to his room by the scruff of your neck, throwing you face down on the bed with a hand reaching for his pants, "me n' you? we're gonna fix this right now."

he pulls you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and sitting on your thighs as you try to squirm, but he's too heavy, his bulky body pinning you down.

"please daddy, i'm sorry."

"too late for sorries bubba, you're getting this."

what 'this' is isn't apparent at first, not until he spreads your ass, groping the plump flesh as you shiver.

your hands fly back to push him away and he effortlessly grabs them with one hand. the hand still on your ass strokes the soft skin in an almost perverse show of comfort even as you tremble.

"you're alright bubba, breathe." the thick head of his cock start to breach past your puckered hole--it's tight, tighter than anything he's ever felt as he pushes forward in short, staccato thrusts.

a pitiful moan pushes past your lips when he finally lets go of your wrists to grip onto your hips, fully confident now that you won't pull away.

"that's it, good puppy just let daddy in." with each stroke his pace gets smoother and you're left moaning and crying beneath him as your cunt pulses.

"can i have-- will you please--ah--!" you struggle to catch your breath when he fully lays on top of you, feeling sweat pool in the dip of your back where his stomach rests and his hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"shhh, be quiet," john b presses a kiss the the junction of your neck, "you gonna take what i give you alright? maybe i'll give you something after, you know i hate being mean to you don't you pup?"

shakily you nod your head and he speeds up. the air is filled with the sound of his grunts and your muffled whimpers. desperately you try to rub your clit against the bed but he swiftly puts a stop to that by bearing the rest of his body weight down on you.

"goodgoodgood girl, daddy's gonna cum in this cute little ass." true to his word you feel ropes of his hot cum fill you, panting and sweaty when he lifts his now sticky body off you.

when he pulls out you wince, the mushroomed tip catching on the now looser ring of muscles causing his cum to trickle out over your soaked pussy.

john b carries you to the bathroom, sitting behind you in the tub as he cleans you off.

"now you gonna listen to what i say?"

"yeah...i'm sorry i just wanted to be useful." you dunk the soapy rag in your hands in the water before he grabs it from you and wrings out the excess.

"you're always useful. can't be if you're dead though."

"yeah yeah, i know." he runs the towel down your stomach, abandoning it as his fingers reach your mound.

"now that's what i like to hear. told you if you were good..."

#✨.txt #john b prompt

[tasteleeknow-remade]

— watermelon

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, established relationship [husband!minho], soft!dom minho. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 2.4k

summary: on the 5th day of your honeymoon, minho licks watermelon juice off your body by the pool. that's it.

afab!reader. unprotected intercourse. oral (f. rec). possessive behaviour. pet names. food kink. dirty talk. mention of drowning during playful teasing.

↳ this is a continuation of bridges and storms. it can be read alone but its better to read that first.

The storm two nights earlier had only managed to cool the humid summer for one day, you’d used it to bike around the city—stopping for a picnic along the river. You were now five days into your honeymoon and lounging by the pool. It was far too hot and sticky to do much more. Luckily today was the day you’d splurged on a hotel room much more expensive than the one you’d been staying the rest of the week. It had a private pool; a small infinity pool on the balcony that overlooked the city. You hadn’t ventured in yet, both of you still digesting lunch. 

“I’m hungry,” your husband whined, stretching his arms above his head—his muscles flexing as he stretched. He was spread out on the other lounge chair, wearing only his swim shorts. 

“You ate 20 minutes ago,” you said, pushing your sunglasses onto the top of your head.

“That was a snack,” he said through a yawn.

“That was more food that you eat in a whole day at home.” 

“Yeah, well… we aren’t at home, are we?”

He always had an argument for everything, even if it wasn’t a great one. “I have a watermelon in the fridge?” you offered. He didn’t answer, his eyes staying closed as he offered a contented smile instead. “Alright, watermelon it is.” You stood to enter the hotel room, grabbing the whole watermelon from the small kitchenette fridge. It was practically the only thing in it, taking up most of the space. You searched the drawers for the biggest knife you could find and grabbed the large wooden chopping board from the counter—shoving it under your arm. When you returned to the balcony Minho was looking very relaxed, his eyes still closed—arms behind his head. You smiled as you settled on the ground between the lounge chairs to attempt to crack the watermelon open. The thing was huge. You kneeled to give yourself more leverage to push the knife down into it.

“Let me do it,” Minho said, sitting up from his reclined position with a groan. 

“Nah, I've got it.” 

He carefully lifted the big knife from your hand as he spoke, “You questioning my skills in the kitchen?”

“We aren’t in a kitchen, are we?” you grinned. 

He rolled his eyes. “Move,” he muttered. You kissed his cheek before climbing back onto your lounge chair to watch him work. He crossed his legs, shorts riding up the inside of his thighs. “How did you manage to find the biggest watermelon I've ever seen in my life?” He splayed his palm across the top of the melon, attempting to hold it still. “And how did you fit it in that tiny fridge?”

“What can I say? I’m perfect.” 

He turned to look at you, one hand holding the melon in position, the other holding the large knife. He trailed his eyes up and down your body as you tried not to squirm, feeling very exposed in your red bikini. “Nearly,” he finally spoke, having finished his inspection. 

“Nearly?” 

He focused his attention back on the melon, holding it steady as he began cutting it down the centre. “You’re terrible at arm wrestling,” he said, grunting a little as he pushed down.

“Yeah? Well you’re terrible at swimming.”

He looked up at you, feigning an injured expression. “Hurtful… you’ll feel bad saying that if I start drowning later.”

“I’d save you.”

He returned his focus to the melon. “I dunno if I believe you, as of 5 days ago you’re set to inherit my entire fortune.”

“You don’t have a fortune.”

“Ah, so I'm safe as long as I don’t win the lottery?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, struggling to keep the smile off your face.

“Remind me to throw out the ticket I bought earlier.” He handed you a slice of melon. He had never bought a lottery ticket in his life. You took large bites from your slice as you watched his biceps flex—slicing up the rest of the melon. God, this was a good idea. The juicy melon was heaven in the humid summer heat. You tried to catch the first few dribbles of juice before realising you could just wash off in the pool after and began letting the juice drip onto your chest. Minho offered you another slice as he spoke, “You’re making a mess.” You grinned as you took the melon from him, taking a big bite directly from the centre—the juice dripped from your chin as you chewed. Minho ate from where he was sitting on the ground, passing a slice to you periodically. You watched his tongue come out to lick the juice off his bottom lip. Then your eyes fell to a drop that rolled from his wrist and down his arm towards his elbow. You dropped quickly onto the floor next to him and attached your mouth to his arm just before it dropped to the ground. Minho froze, giving you the chance to lick a long trail up his forearm to his wrist. 

“Why are you cleaning me like one of the cats?” 

You shrugged. “You were dripping.”

He took one last bite of the slice he was holding and then dropped it, leaning in to kiss you. His mouth was as sticky as yours, juice coating his lips and smeared around his mouth. You gripped his bicep to stop yourself falling back, the way he’d crashed into you knocking you off balance. His arm wrapped around your back, pulling you against his chest. 

You tried to speak between kisses but whenever you pulled away he’d follow you with his lips. “Your hands are sticky,” you managed to mumble against his lips. 

“Mm? Do you wanna clean them for me?” He smiled against your mouth before pulling away enough to bring his fingers to your lips. “Come on, kitten.” You wrapped your lips around his fingers, your eyes locked on his as you sucked his fingers clean. After 3 years together, you’d have thought you’d feel a little less ravenous for him. The reality was you’d always find energy each day to satisfy the craving you had for each other. 

Minho pulled his fingers from your mouth and jumped up to grab the towel off the lounge chair, laying it on the ground next to you—parallel with the edge of the pool. “Come here,” he said, gesturing for you to lie down onto the towel. You crawled over to him, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to kiss you once more. “I saw you making a mess…letting it all drip down between your tits, hm? Were you gonna jump in the pool to wash it all off? Wanna know how to taste like this… all sticky and sweet. Let me clean it up for you, honey.” He gently laid you back onto the towel, supporting your head until you were on your back. He positioned himself between your legs and then without any hesitation licked a long stripe between your tits…up your neck…over your chin…to your lips. “My sweet little wife,” he muttered. Oh fuck. The few times he’d referred to you as his wife over the past few days had made butterflies flutter in your stomach, but right now—with his lips brushing against yours? Bliss. 

His tongue traced your bottom lip and a small sound escaped from your throat. You felt him smile against your lips before he began kissing his way back down to your tits, “So messy…” he mumbled, tracing the edges of the bikini top where it cupped your breasts with his fingers. You inhaled a ragged breath, anticipation building as he slowly traced across your skin. “Can’t clean you up properly like this, can I?” He said, freeing your tits by pulling your bikini top up to your clavicles—not bothering to reach under you to untie it. He gave you no warning before he attached his mouth to one of your tits, his warm wet tongue laving over your nipple. You threw your head back, eyes closed as he worked on covering each of your breasts with his lips—kissing and licking his way across your chest. You gave up on keeping quiet quickly, letting your whimpers and moans free. Minho had told you many times how much he liked the sounds you made, you’d just have to hope there was no one on any of the neighbouring balconies. You struggled to keep your hips still, squirming against him as you sought friction. 

“Touch me,” you gasped eventually, desperate to feel his fingers on you, “please.”

He gave your nipple one last suck before he pulled away. “What are you getting all needy for, hm? I’m just trying to clean you up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” 

“That’s not nice.”

“Pretty please, love of my life, will you touch my pussy?” He grinned. “Please,” you finished. 

He pulled a face like he was deep in thought, brows drawing together. “I dunno…” he trailed off. 

You sat up, pulling yourself out from under him. “Fine, then. Don’t. I’ll do it myself.” You pulled your red bikini bottoms down your legs and tossed them aside without any hesitation—pulling the bikini top over your head while you were at it. Minho sat back on his heels as he watched you, eyes tracking every move your hands made. You rearranged yourself back on the towel, holding yourself up on an elbow so you could see Minho where he sat between your legs. The position he was sitting in meant his shorts were pulled taught around his thick thighs, offering a lovely view as you spread your legs and traced your fingers over your cunt. He watched your hand as you touched yourself, shifting himself until he was lying down on his stomach, elbows holding himself up. When his hand moved to touch your cunt you slapped it away gently. “You had your chance,” you said, continuing to circle your clit. 

“Cruel little thing…” he breathed, keeping his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This little pussy belongs to me. You can’t keep it from me.” He loved claiming ownership over various parts of your body. Just the day before, on your riverside picnic, he’d gone to hold your hand. When you’d shaken him off—preoccupied with spreading cheese on a cracker for him—he’d proceeded to whine dramatically about how you were keeping his hand from him. You’d stuffed the cracker in his mouth and he’d grabbed your now free hand. He spoke around the cracker and cheese filling his mouth, explaining how this hand (your hand) belonged to him and keeping it from him was inhumane. It seemed he felt the situation worked the other way too because sometimes when you were in his lap, his cock buried in your cunt, he’d mutter about how it belonged to you—yours to use whenever you pleased. 

“You didn’t want it when I offered,” you said, still teasing him. 

“Don’t make me beg.” 

You smiled, it was too easy. You put on a whiney voice, “My pussy is all wet for you, baby.” Your finger was dragging slowly through your folds. “You got me all horny… sucking on my tits like that… look how drenched I am… bet you could slide your big hard cock right in, huh?” He shifted a little, his hand reaching down underneath him before reappearing. “You are hard for me, right? You have been since you were watching me eat the melon; I saw you adjusting yourself in your shorts.” 

He looked up to your face, the tips of his ears were pink. “I’m used to it, getting hard around you.” He dropped his gaze from your face before continuing. “You bent over to read a plaque at the art gallery the other day and I got a peak of your little pink panties.” 

A burst of laughter escaped you, “You did not get a boner at the art gallery!”

“Did so. Your skirt was way too short, I kept having to stand behind you so you didn't flash all the old couples around us.” 

“No wonder it took you so long to get bored, I thought you’d be asking to leave within an hour.” 

“I enjoyed the art,” he smirked. 

You pulled your hand from between your legs, leaning back on both elbows. “Go on, then,” you said, giving him the permission he was waiting for. You expected him to continue where you left off, stroking you with his fingers. Instead you gasped as he attached his mouth to your cunt. You dropped your head back down onto the towel, failing to hold yourself up. His nose brushed against your clit as he buried his tongue in you, you fucking loved the way his nose felt brushing against you when he did this. You grasped your own breast as he worked his tongue into you, nipple still a little damp from his spit. 

When he finally resurfaced he ran his palms up your body, “My pretty little wife… all naked and wet for me.” You noticed your slick coating his chin just before he brought his lips to yours. It wasn’t the taste of you that made it hot when he kissed you after, it was what it represented—the evidence of what he’d done. You reached down into his shorts, palming his hard cock until he started purring into your mouth. 

“You wanna fill me up, my love?” you whispered. His purring intensified into a heavy moan. You released his cock so you could pull his shorts down over his ass as he hovered above you. You felt his muscles flex as you dragged your hands from his ass, up his back, to his shoulders. He reached down to guide himself to your cunt, not bothering to remove his shorts. His mouth stayed hovered over yours as his tip pressed into you, his warm breath mixing with yours as he took panting breaths. “That’s it… fill me up, baby,” you encouraged as he pressed all the way in. You watched the way his brows furrowed as he stilled, his warm cock filling you utterly. 

“Perfect,” he murmured, eyes closed. 

“Thought you said I was nearly perfect?” you said, struggling to keep your tone playful as you attempted to control your breathing. 

He opened his eyes to study your face. “Perfect,” he repeated. You pulled him down to taste his lips on yours, the evidence of his mouth on you still blending with the flavour of him. Better than watermelon. 

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#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #lee know smut #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #x reader

[ssahotchnerr]

Hi hi hi here with a Hotch request.

Baking together!! That one that ends with flour all over each other and kisses and then Jack in the end going “idk if I should be grossed out you are kissing or mad that you sent me to bed without inviting me to bake with you”

sugarcoated

cw; SO MUCH fluff, suggestive content, jack calls reader mom

"aaron, quit it!" you whisper-yelled at him, a laugh escaping your lips as you dodged out of his reach for the third time.

"sweetheart, i'm not doing anything." aaron defended himself, despite the guilty smile on his face.

the whole ordeal was rather impromtu to begin with. neither of you could sleep, and naturally the only solution was to bake cookies at the late hour. but halfway through, aaron had begun to lose interest. he claimed he was tired, how there were a few other ways to occupy yourselves, mentioning how there was a perfectly fine, prepackaged container of already-made cookies in the fridge. but you had insisted- where was the fun in that?

and so, it only made sense that he decided to be as distracting as possible. the second you saw him coat his hands with flour, you immediately knew what he was up to.

"you're terrible at lying, y'know."

aaron let out a dramatic sigh, wiping his hands with a towel before turning back to dump chocolate chips into the mixing bowl. he frequently peeked at you through the corner of his eyes- while you grabbed the cookie sheets from the cupboard, as he mixed the ingredients, as the two of you placed spoonfuls of dough on the trays. and once he was positive you had let your guard down, with the cookies in the oven and timer set, is when he made his move.

as fast as he could manage, he grasped onto a bout of flour, smearing it all over your face before you had a chance to react. the flour littered your cheeks, forehead, and aaron was also cautious enough to prevent any from entering your eyes.

you let out an audible whine, his laugh filling your ears. your heart couldn't help but swell at the sound, but he wasn't getting off the hook that easily.

"oh yeah? you won't be laughing when i crack this egg over your head."

aaron's lips drew into a line, a rather pensive expression filling his face. he narrowed his eyes, offering you a glare but in all play. "you wouldn't."

"wanna try me?" you arched an eyebrow, pretending to turn away only to lurch towards him a moment later.

aaron however, was faster, and anticipated your next move. his hands clasped onto your waist before you could even take a step, causing you to nearly let out a shriek and the egg flew right out of your hand, landing on the floor with a heavy splat.

"i'm not cleaning that up." aaron deadpanned as he looked down at your fallen causality, both of his hands splayed firmly on your hips and causing you to laugh again.

"yes you are." it was now your turn to narrow your eyes at him, leaning in ever so slightly so your lips were only a few mere centimeters away from his.

he smiled against your lips, his voice soft and teasing. "no, i'm not."

"yes yo-" before you could even finish your statement, and before his lips fully pressed against yours, even more flour ended up on the top of your head.

"aaron hotchner!" you grabbed onto flour yourself, throwing it at him.

he threw your name right back at you, another laugh exiting him before finally kissing you. it was all too easy to completely melt into him, him backing you against the counter

"you're awful." you murmured into the kiss.

"you're going to need a shower."

"oh, i see." you laughed, pulling away from him with an amused expression on your face. "so all of this, was in attempt to get me naked?"

aaron hummed happily in response, perfectly content before pressing his lips to yours once more. however, the pitter patter of footsteps caused the two of you to pull yourself apart. it was no surprise you had awakened jack, your awareness of volume ceasing the second aaron decided to poke fun.

in complete hotchner fashion, and making him look incredibly like his father, jack's eyebrows furrowed. "what are you doing?"

"your dad made a mess," you turned to aaron, flour falling from your head as you did so. "didn't you?"

"no, your mom made a mess." aaron countered, loosening his hold on you but kept an arm around your waist. "she insisted we make cookies."

"cookies?!"

"and you're just in time." you swatted at aaron's chest, slipping out of his embrace to lift jack into yours. "we need a taste tester. and you're perfect for the job."

"really?!" the excitement in jack's voice only heightened.

"really?" aaron repeated, slightly grimacing at the idea of giving a five year old sugar at one in the morning.

"really." you grinned at the two of them, love for both your boys filling your heart. "there's nothing wrong with a sweet, late night snack every so often."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff

[thehusbandoden]

The Last Straw -Shoto x Reader Angst to Fluff

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.. I started working on a request, and then some ideas for a few others and that took all my time, and now I'm in a block and it's really really annoying >.<

This was written a while ago, but I wasn't that confident in it so I decided not to post, but I guess I'll just post it now, so sorry if it sucks </3 | also I had 0 idea what to put for the title :')

Angst to fluff | Fluff(??) ending | 1,497 words

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, cruel words, Shoto being a jerk, self hate, guilt, a teeny bit of self harm (Shoto scratching his face), self doubt, Shoto hating himself :(, kinda open ending but not necessarily

You and Shoto have known each other since middle school. You dated for four years, and have been married for three. You both love one another dearly, and have memorized each other's patterns, habits, preferences, pet peeves, and everything in-between. And besides the rare arguments your life was a dream. Filled with laughter and happiness. Your husband did his very best to provide the best life for you, and he sure did deliver. You were happy, very happy. Key word 'were'.

As crime rates grew higher (ik ik I'm sorry this is probably old >.< <3) the pro heroes gained more hours. And Shoto being the top 3 in Japan led him to take a large portion of the work load. Leaving him with only a few hours to care for his basic needs, let alone a relationship. It was draining really, but you persevered, knowing that it wasn't personal, and that it might would go back to normal soon.

Except, it didn't. It went on for months, and you were crumbling. You would wake up at six to get ready for work to see Shoto dead asleep, arm splayed across your form, face buried into your shoulder. You would smile sadly, kissing his hand softly. After a few minutes of admiring your charming prince, you'd move him to his body pillow that totally did NOT have a cute pic of you giving him an in-love smile on one side and a seductive look on the other, which he grasped onto, burying his face into the pillow which smelt like you.

After work you'd get home to make dinner for two, putting Shoto's portion into a bento for tomorrow. After that you do the chores, relax, and then go to bed, alone. It was tiring, really. Even on his one day off he just slept and you had work so you couldn't even cuddle with him. It was really starting to wear you down. And after the total crap day, you lost it. Instead of going to bed on time like you usually do, you decided to rage clean the house, knocking down all of your 'to do's.

Clean out the fridge?

Check.

Reorganize the pantry?

Check.

Sort through all the piled up mail and emails?

Check.

Deep clean all the furniture and carpets?

Check.

After all of this, you finally admired your work before glancing at the clock; 3:53. Cursing, you quickly move to get to bed, only stopping as you hear the front door creak open. Freezing, your eyes grew wide -and hopeful- as Shoto walked in, a few bruises scattering his body.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his suit was soaked with grime from the day. His eyes were exhausted as he took in your frozen form, not quite recognizing how late you stayed up. As you studied your husband, you noticed how dark his eye bags were, and how his exhausted eyes raked across you, sinking in the sight. You blushed as you realized you were only wearing your undergarments and one of Shoto's shirts.

"Sho-"

"What are you doing awake?" Shoto asked, moving inside and closing the door.

"I had a crap day and-" you paused as you heard Shoto scoff as he moved to disregard his hero costume, setting the gear onto the newly cleaned floor.

"Why.. why did you scoff at me?" You ask, confusion and hurt consuming your thoughts.

"It's nothing y/n."

"It's not nothing Sho."

"Just drop it y/n."

"Fine! I will."

"Finally." Shoto murmured, causing you to swerve your head toward him.

"Finally?! What is that supposed to mean?"

"Gosh y/n! Just leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?! Shoto- we've hardly talked to one another in months!"

"Are you implying that that's my fault?! I have to work y/n! We can't survive on your wage now can we?" Shoto spat, heterochromatic eyes filled with anger.

"I'm just saying that it's unreasonable for you to get mad at me talking to you, when the last time we talked in person was when I dropped off your forgotten bento two weeks ago. Which made me late, and caused my crappy boss to scream at me. But I didn't complain, because I got to talk to you."

"I'm exhausted y/n. I just want to sleep. I'm sorry you got yelled at, but it's your fault for annoying me at work. Punctuality is important. Maybe your lack of it is the reason why you didn't get accepted as a hero."

At Shoto's words you just stood there, mouth agape. Your failure at becoming a hero was a huge insecurity of yours, and you trusted Shoto to comfort you, to be supportive of your heart crushing failure and help you get over it. But, instead he's just rubbing it in your face.

"T-that's not fair and you know it."

"Oh yeah? I think it's more than fair. In fact, I have a lot more to say to you if you're going to be like that."

"Excuse me?! What the heck is wrong with you!?"

"You're what's wrong with me. Moron!"

Your voice caught in your throat as tears threatened to spill. Unaware of your distressed state, Shoto went on, spitting insults with such venom that he didn't sound like himself.

"You're completely useless y/n. All you ever do is spend money and nag me."

"Your 'job' isn't worth anything compared to mine. If you were useful enough to become a hero you'd at least make something. But no~ instead you played around, got bad grades, and snuck into a boy's dorm. Distracting him from success."

"You do nothing in this house that I payed for."

While Shoto went on and on the tears fell down your face. As Shoto's words grew harsher and more venomous he took a step forward, backing you into a wall, step by step. As your back hit the wall you called out to Shoto who didn't even seem to hear you.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I MARRIED SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"

"SHOTO STOP IT! YOU'RE SCARING ME!" As you screamed at him you broke down in sobs, body sinking to the floor. Shoto froze as he heard your sobs, finally being pulled to the moment he looked down in horror to see your shaking, sobbing form. As he stood there stunned, all of his words knocked him to his knees, leaving him hyperventilating as he clutched at his aching heart.

Did he.. really say all.. of those horrid things.. to you? As he remembered every word that he said and your face as he said them he completely broke.

His screams echoed through the night, drowning out your retched sobs.

Your sobs slowed as you looked up, concerned for your love. Yes, he hurt you. A lot. But you still cared for him, and you knew that if he was left to his own thoughts he'd imagine something bigger. Something terribly horrifying.

So, moving to your knees, you moved your body to his, his face buried to the floor as he screamed. "Sho baby.." you whisper, tears falling down your face at his broken state. When he didn't respond, you gently placed a hand onto his shoulder.

As soon as he recognized your touch he jerked away, rolling away from you pitifully.

"NO! GO AWAY! I-I-I'LL HURT YOU AGAIN-" At his own words he broke down in sobs, nails clawing at his face savagely.

"Shoto stop that!" You exclaim, lunging to grab his hands. Shoto just weakly resisted, attempting to pull his hands out of yours and toward his face, whispering the words "no" and "leave" repeatedly.

After a while his sobs ceased, and he just let you hold his hands, which you did so gently, caressing them lovingly as you gazed into the broken eyes of your beloved. His eyes were blank, as if the burden of hurting you caused him to pass away silently.

But you could tell by his small breaths and the warmth of his hands that he's only attempting to cope. After a while you were drifting to sleep when your attention was grasped by Shoto's hoarse voice.

"Y/n.. I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me.. I'll understand if you want to leave."

"Sho Baby.. I'm not going to leave you. And thank you for your apology. But.. you hurt me, a lot. And no, no you are not like your father and no you are not a terrible person nor husband. You just made a mistake. Everyone does. And I know that I've messed up in the past. And did you leave me? No. You stayed, and we worked things through together. Shoto, we will go back to normal. And you will learn from your mistakes, okay? So please, please don't hate yourself. If you beat up on my baby then you'll hurt me further."

Shoto just nodded, eyes tearing up again as he wrapped his larger form around you, nuzzling his face into your neck desperately.

Yeah I don't know, I felt like I rushed the ending?? Hope you enjoyed!

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[judgementdaysunshine]

His clothes

For @romanthereigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem reader

Description: Roman finds you in his hoodie and he can't help but show what he thinks of you in his clothes

Roman smiles seeing you text him as he walked to his car after his match and being on Monday night Raw only wanting to be home and hold you in his arms. You sit in bed watching TV in pajamas along with socks and one of roman's football hoodies eating mac n cheese texting roman a bit more before you fall asleep where he finds you half an hour later quietly groaning seeing you in his very large hoodie with your collarbone exposed unable to keep his hand away smiling sweetly when you wake up from his fingertips brushing over your collarbone wrapping your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist just holding each other before the sweet domestic moment turned intimate starting with him kissing on your exposed neck quietly moaning as he began to lightly suck and nip at your neck before he takes the hoodie and your shirt off in one sweep along with his before lightly placing his lips on your own into a soft kiss slowly going down and caressing your body with his hands moaning as he spread you open before diving in between your legs tangling his hair in between your fingers. The moans grew as his fingers pushed in and out of you holding onto the top of the bedframe before he was towering over you holding your face tenderly making your heart melt "I love you" your words turned to a swallowed moan as he pushed in you before slowly thrusting leaving you putty in his hands as your hands roamed his sides and back while one of his hands was splayed on your back and the other caressed your face barely able to catch your breath before he put his hand between him and you slowly rubbing your clit working you through the euphoric orgasm before you were running your hands along his body squeezing his thighs and lower hips feeling your mind swirl hearing the guttural groans leave his mouth until you were pulled back up with you're foreheads pressed together. Your moans blended together could be the only noises heard in the room other than your whimpers and roman's groans as your hips met his thrusts until you were leaning against him not able to really move as you slowly come down from the high of the intense pleasure smiling as he carries you to the bathroom cleaning himself quickly before slowly cleaning you up in the shower grabbing you water and a little bit of food smiling when he finds you asleep in bed wearing a pair of his boxers and one of his shield shirts putting everything back in the fridge and laying bed wrapping you in his arms smiling when he hears you whisper tiredly "I love you".

#roman reigns #wwe x reader #wwe #roman reigns x reader

[slasher-smasher]

My soul, my mate (Homelander x gn!reader)

Word count: 4,218

Masterlist: here

AO3: here

Warnings: Shower sex, other than that it's just fluff :)

No beta. All mistakes are mine

Thanks for the title suggestion @sehtoast

Summary: Homelander encounters a supe with the ability to read soulmate connections. Intrigued by the prospect of confirming whether you are truly his destined soulmate, he is excited to find out yet the more he thinks about it, was it really worth knowing if they end up not being his souls other half?

Homelander has always been the epitome of control. As the world's most powerful superhero, he commanded fear and respect from all who crossed his path. But when it came to matters of the heart, even he felt vulnerable.

The weight of the world seemed lighter when Homelander was with you. In your presence, the mask of unyielding power he wore for the world slipped away, revealing a gentler, more human side of him. The painful reality outside the tower seemed to shrink in comparison to the vastness of your love.

It was in the quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of the world, that Homelander truly allowed himself to bask in the warmth of your affection. Your touch was like a soothing balm to his weary soul, erasing the doubts and insecurities that lingered beneath his stoic facade. As he gazed into your eyes, he saw a reflection of a life he never thought possible - one filled with genuine connection and unbridled passion.

You were absolutely perfect.

It was during one of his routine patrols that Homelander encountered a new supe, one whose abilities delved into the realm of fate itself. The supe could discern soulmates with a mere glance, a power that ignited a spark of curiosity within Homelander. Normally, he would just scoff at the useless power but he wanted to know if you were his soulmate. He was so confident in your bond that he was sure that you were.

As the day went on, he found himself consumed by a desire to confirm what he already knew in his heart. The thought of sharing an unbreakable connection with you, one ordained by fate itself, filled him with a newfound sense of purpose.

Arriving home that night he found you on the couch scrolling through a tablet that he gifted you last year.

“There is milk in the fridge honey. If you want some,” you state from your spot.

He takes off his gloves as he rounds the couch to settle where you were. You don’t even look up as you scoot over so you can snugly settle right into his side as he splayed his large hand over your inner thigh, running his thumb along the soft fabric of your pants absentmindedly. He watches you for a moment, marveling at the way the soft glow of the tablet screen illuminates your features, highlighting the curve of your lips and the spark in your eyes as you read.

As he watches you engrossed in the tablet, a playful smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "What are you looking at, babe?" he asks softly, his voice a gentle rumble that never fails to send a shiver down your spine.

You finally glance up, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you tilt the tablet to show him a funny meme you had found. His laughter fills the room, a sound so rare and precious that it feels like a symphony to your ears.

He may not fully grasp the idea of memes, but he recognizes the power they hold over people. And how they can either decimate or heighten value to someone.

“How was your day?” You ask as you focus back onto the screen and resume your prowling. Homelander signed as he laid his head back and closed his eyes.

"Busy as always, saving the one pathetic commoner at a time. But coming home to you is the best part of my day." he confesses, his voice tinged with faux resignation.

You chuckle at his melodramatic response, knowing full well that he relished every moment of heroism.

Homelander shifts slightly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

After a while he breaks the comfortable silence, “Hey babe?”

You answer with a soft hum to indicate you are listening.

“I've been thinking... What are your thoughts on soulmates? Do you believe in that kind of thing?"

His tone was casual, yet tinged with a hint of genuine interest as he played with his gloves with his other hand that was not wrapped around you.

"It's a nice concept in fiction I guess," you reply, your voice soft and thoughtful. Homelander's brows furrow slightly at your response, his azure eyes searching your face for any hint of jest or insincerity. But all he finds is a calm sincerity, a genuine reflection of your true feelings on the matter.

For a moment, silence lingers between you, the weight of his question hanging in the air like a delicate thread. And then, with a small smile playing on your lips, you continue.

"I mean, the idea of soulmates is beautiful in stories and fairy tales. The notion that there is one person out there who is destined to complete you, to be your perfect match... it's romantic, isn't it?" you muse, your eyes meeting his with warmth and affection.

Homelander listens intently to your words, his expression unreadable as he processes your response. A flicker of something crosses his features before he nods slowly, a thoughtful gimmer in his eyes.

"Yeah, it is romantic," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. A moment of contemplative silence settles between the two of you, the only sound filling the room being the soft hum of the air conditioning. Then, with a sudden resolve, Homelander turns to face you fully, his piercing gaze searching yours. "What if soulmates do exist?"

he muses, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "What if soulmates were real, and we were destined to be together in this life and the next? All that mushy bullshit." The air between you crackles with an unspoken question, a silent challenge to entertain the possibility of something more profound than either of you had ever imagined.

You can't help but feel a flutter of intrigue at his words, a hint of skepticism still lingering in the depths of your mind. But as you gaze into his earnest eyes, filled with an intensity that you've never quite seen before, you find yourself being drawn into his conviction.

"You’re fucking with me,” you pan, a note of disbelief edging your voice as you search for any signs of jest in his features. But all you find is unwavering love and a glimmer of hope that dances in the blue pools of his eyes.

Homelander shakes his head slowly, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. "I know it sounds fucking unbelievable, but today I met someone who claims to see soulmate bonds," he reveals, his voice barely above a whisper as if sharing a sacred secret.

His words hang heavy in the air, the gravity of his revelation sinking in slowly. You find yourself caught between skepticism and a flicker of hope, unsure of how to process this newfound information. The idea of soulmates had always seemed like a far-fetched fantasy, a tale spun to give people a sense of purpose and meaning in their lives. But here was Homelander, the epitome of power and control, daring to entertain the notion that maybe, just maybe, there was more to your connection than meets the eye.

"I...I don't know what to say," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to process the enormity of what he's suggesting. Homelander's hand finds yours, his touch grounding you in the midst of swirling thoughts and emotions. Could it be possible that fate had truly brought the two of you together, forging a bond that transcended mere mortal understanding?

Homelander's grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, his gaze searching yours with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The room seems to shrink around you, the air heavy with unspoken questions and uncharted territory.

“We don’t have to go see them if you don’t want to. I just… I was just thinking it would have been pretty cool to see if it was true or not,”" Homelander said in a soft tone, looking down at their conjoined hands brows pinched. “If not, I'll have to have an uncomfortable conversation about dishonesty and the value of my time.”

Knowing what he really meant by uncomfortable conversation, you hope that the poor supe was telling the truth, for their own sake. You brought your non occupied hand to his cheek and made him look you in the eye as you said, “Ok. Let’s do it. It’s not like we have anything to lose right?”

You see his eyes brighten with excitement and relief.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Yeah," he murmurs against the skin at the crook of your neck as he nuzzles his face there, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

In that moment, as you sit entwined in each other's arms, a sense of unity washes over you both. The prospect of delving into the unknown together is both exhilarating and daunting, but the bond that connects you feels stronger than ever before.

“Okie dokie! If we are going to go see the supe tomorrow then it’s bedtime. Gotta wake up early tomorrow. They said they will be at the tower bright and early.” Homelander joyfully commands.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, unable to resist the infectious energy that radiated from him. With a shared smile, you both stood up from the couch, hands still intertwined as you made your way to the bedroom.

As you settled into bed, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a serene ambiance over the room, Homelander wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead then a sweet yet deep kiss on your lips. His warmth and scent envelop you, creating a cocoon of safety and familiarity that has you drift off to sleep.

It’s not like we have anything to lose right?

He couldn’t help but slowly descend into an amalgamation of worry and fear of what would happen if they end up finding out that you aren’t soulmates after all. He was so sure that you were but what would it mean for your relationship if it wasn’t true? Would there forever be a sliver of doubt and curiosity to find your match? The truth staining your already perfect, loving bond you have together? Was it worth trying to find out?

Homelander was so deep into his head that he didn’t notice the sun slowly rise and shine through the open blinds of the window. He could feel the rays bathe your upper bodies and faces as you stirred and slowly awoke.

Groggily, you blinked your eyes open letting out a yawn as he wiped his worried look away and replaced it with adoration and amusement when you tried to pull the plush pillow over your head to escape the light. Making him laugh at your cute antics.

“Shush you. Not everyone can stay awake for days and look perfect thank you very much.” Your groan muffled from the pillow.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead as he removes the pillow, knowing you have a silly insecurity about “morning breath”.

“I’m going to take a shower then we can head on down and maybe get something to eat. I’m hungry.” You declare as you slink off the bed. Homelander was silent as you took some fresh clothes and walked into the bathroom. The suffocating dread came back with a vengeance when he heard the shower turn on, letting it warm while you brushed your teeth. Your sigh of pleasure when you stepped in made him roll out of bed and pad into the the now steamy room.

You were washing your hair as you spotted him standing like a lost child.

“Hey baby. Do you wanna come in with me?” You ask as you slide the shower open the shower door seeing the sad and upset look on his face. Next thing you know you had an armful of distressed baby boy as he clung onto your naked body.

“What’s bothering you my sweet boy?” You ask gently as you ran your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head. The warm water streaming down both your bodies.

Homelander buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if he never wanted to let go. After a while of just holding each other he spoke.

"I'm scared," he admits softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water cascading down around you. "What if we're not soulmates? What if it's all a lie?"

You gently tilted his chin so that his blue eyes met yours, offering him a reassuring smile filled with love and understanding. "Hey, listen to me. Whether we're soulmates or not, it doesn't change how I feel about you. It's the connection we share, the love we have for each other, that truly matters. Soulmates or not, we have something special, something real." You reassure him, your words laced with sincerity and unwavering devotion.

Homelander's tense shoulders relax slightly at your comforting words, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes as he searches your face for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he lets out a deep breath, as if releasing the weight of his fears into the swirling water at your feet.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and adoration. "No matter what happens, I love you more than anything in this world."

"I love you too," you murmur against his wet skin, the words carrying a promise of unwavering support and understanding.

After washing each others hair- having his loves hands in his hair at any moment is a fucking fantasist- their hands slowly turned from washing the soap around to exploration and sensual longing. Wanting to express the need for each other.

Homelander's touch on your skin sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce intensity. His kisses were both tender and hungry, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never capture. Each caress, each embrace, spoke volumes of the unbreakable bond that held you together.

Homelander lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the tiled wall of the shower as he entered you, a gasp escaping your lips at the exquisite feeling of being joined with him in that intimate way. The rhythm of your bodies meshed together perfectly, like two halves of a single soul finally uniting. Your moans and gasps of pleasure mingled with the sound of the water cascading down around you, creating a symphony of passion and love.

As you approached your peak, Homelander held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

"I love you so much and I am never leaving you." you panted, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

He thrust into you one last time, his eyes locked on yours, and you both cried out in unison as you reached the height of your pleasure, your bodies trembling with the intensity of the experience.

The water turned cold during your joining but the heat from the activity and the power that ran throughout his body making his skin hot to touch kept you from freezing. Laughter escaped your lips as he gently set you down onto the slick floor, your hand slid down his chest to steady yourself on shaky legs.

"Wow, we really got carried away, huh?" You teased, pressed tightly to Homelander.

"Worth it," he admitted, having a dopey smile on his face, still caught up in the depth of emotion that had consumed him.

"Always worth it," you agreed, returning his smile as you pulled him close for a passionate kiss. “Ok, it’s getting fucking cold and I am now starving. Lets go.”

Hand in hand, you both stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels as you entered the bedroom to get dressed.

He typically makes a point to maintain physical contact with you, whether it's by holding hands or placing his hand on your lower back as you walk together. However, today he seemed more clingy in his touch. He wrapped his arm tightly around your waist as the two of you rode the elevator down to the cafeteria, which was more like a high-end restaurant due to Vought's expectations for quality. A simple cafeteria wouldn't suffice.

After you meal, which you almost choked on due to Homelanders corny jokes -a few at the Deeps expense of course- making you laugh. You knew he was still nervous so you played along and cracked a few of your own which made his bright smile shine.

“So when and where are we meeting this person?” You ask as you finish your glass of orange juice as he sets his own milk glass down.

“In the marketing department's meeting room. They should be here now to go over a potential mind rotting tv show that people seem to go crazy for. Something like a bachelor-esk thing. Fucking trash.” Homelander rolled his eyes at the idea of Vought producing more “reality hoo-ha” with a disgusted look on his face.

Getting up to head towards marketing, you smile in amusement at his distaste of any show that didn’t star him. Though the show did sound pretty bad. Having to make people pay to be “screened” to be the man or woman’s potential soulmate just to make them go through hoops on tv THEN for the supe to come -again- in to give what everyone was waiting for.

Anything to make a profit for Vought you guess.

Arriving at the large meeting room, you realize you have gotten there a bit late because the door was open and everyone was at their desks. You flush a bit at realizing your time in the shower took a bit longer than you thought. Looking at the smug face on your boyfriend made you playfully smack his chest knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Charming asshole, you think as he winks at you.

He tells you to wait at the door so he can talk to the supe. You know he had a few questions that needed answers before they moved on to the main event. Probably giving them a thinly veiled threat knowing him.

A few moments later, you saw him poke his perfectly styled head out the doorway with a big dorky grin, “You can come in now babe. Just had to get some things clear.”

This was it. You felt silly with how nervous you were when you also still thought this was a bit sketchy but this was important to your boy. His need of validation was a constant burn in his soul that demanded to be sated.

Before he slid back into the room you reached up to cup his cheeks in your hands and pulled him into a quick sweet kiss, “Hey, remember, however this ends up know that I am still going to be here with you. I am not going anywhere and I love you so much.”

His face softened and he gave your hands on his face a small affectionate squeeze, “I love you too.”

Lacing your fingers together tightly you stepped out from around the doorway showing yourself to the supposedly “soul reader”. They looked calm and composed with their back straight and hands clasped together on the table in front of them. But you can see the uneasy tension in them. Your man has that effect on people. Especially after his little friendly chats.

“Soulsight, this is my partner.” He introduced you as you gave them a small wave.

“Hello, Homelander told me much about you. His descriptions were uhh very detailed.” They greeted back a bit uncomfortably. Making you shoot a glare at the man who doesn’t seem to have a filter.

“What? They asked what I liked most in you and I said me. Kinda snowballed from there, not my fault that you’re hot.” He defended in a unapologetic tone.

You sighed in exasperation and Soulsight cleared their throat trying to keep their composed look up.

“Shall we begin? I know your time is precious. Please sit here so I can get a good look into your eyes. They are windows to the soul after all.” Soulsight said while they gestured to the chair beside them.

You managed to fight off the urge to roll your eyes at the corny line as you sat down, Homelander sitting on your other side grabbing onto one of your hands.

You couldn't help but feel the weighty atmosphere in the room. Soulsight's eyes were fixed on you, their pupils slightly dilated as they prepared to delve into the depths of your soul. As Soulsight's glittering orbs gazed deep into your eyes, you felt as though they were peeling back the layers of your being. It was like a thousand tiny hands tracing intricate patterns on your skin, leaving an unexplained warmth behind. You could almost hear the whispers of your past and the echoes of your future, as if Soulsight was truly tapping into the essence of who you were.

The room seemed to grow quieter, and Homelander's grip on your hand tightened. You could feel the weight of his affection and concern for you, and you returned the squeeze with one of your own. As Soulsight's gaze deepened, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within the depths of your own soul. As the reading continued, you could feel a subtle shift in the energy between you and Homelander, like a current between two magnets drawn towards each other.

When Soulsight finally finished their analysis, they looked at you surprised yet extremely relieved. "You have a pure heart, one filled with love and loyalty. You are true to yourself and those you care for. This bond you share with Homelander is unbreakable, and it will continue to grow even stronger."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and validation as you looked at Homelander, who was beaming with pride. His wet eyes had never left you throughout the reading, and the warmth in his gaze spoke volumes.

"Wow... that was intense," you said, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of vulnerability and intimacy.

Soulsight, now satisfied with their revelations, stood up, "It's time for me to leave. Your souls have shared with each other, and your bond is unshakable."

You and Homelander exchanged another warm look as Soulsight put on their jacket that was by the door, "Take care of each other, and let your love thrive."

Homelander couldn't help but lean in and give you a comforting kiss on the forehead as Soulsight exited the room. The way they had looked into your soul had left you feeling a little raw, but also incredibly connected to each other.

You laughed and shook your head at how cliche and fanciful Soulsight's words sounded, looking at Homelander and exchanging knowing glances. Homelander wiggled his blonde brows with a goofy smile on his lips.

“So soulmate, you feeling better now that we passed inspection?” you teased lightly as you stood up to sit on his lap. Good thing the office chairs are large. Homelander immediately wrapped his hands around your hips and sighed in content.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. I knew you were completely mine. This was just to show it was a fact and I couldn't be more relieved it's over.” He pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck. You held him tight, feeling his heartbeat race against yours.

“You're mine too,” you whispered, kissing the corner of his jaw. He laughed gently, an adorable grin spreading across his face.

“Remember when we first met and I knew I just had to have you?” He looked deep into your eyes, hopeful. You nodded, remembering that day so clearly.

“I do remember that a certain superhero liked to lurk around my office when I transferred.” You teased.

He scoffed, “I wasn’t lurking. I was doing research.”

“Uh-huh,” You laughed as you turned to look behind you at the clock. “Our meeting is going to start soon. Wanna see if we can get away with a celebratory handy while the investors bicker with themselves? I know how bored you get during those.”

Homelander quickly stood up with you in his strong arms making you yelp at the sudden movement.

“As tempting as that sounds, I was considering skipping the meeting entirely and spending the next few hours in our room with my head between your legs. How does that sound?” He moves towards the window and opens it, giving you a sly grin as you gasp and feel your heart pounding against your chest.

“Hours you say? Well lead the way soulmate.” You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a heated kiss as he shoots into the sky.

#homelander #the boys amazon #homelander x reader #homelander x you #gn reader #18+ mdni #my writing #soulmates

[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ft mason mount

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You and Mason spending the whole day at home, just the two - four of you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This turns out very short but I don't wanna leave you guys hanging, besides we already reached 470+! Thank you so much you guys, and please interact with me or just ask me to be moots, I don't bite 😭😭ANW I LOVE YOU ❣️!! MWAHHHH xx

The sun seeps into the room casting dimmed light around, you and your husband are still in bed, asleep but woken up once a bright, feathery captivating voice reached the spacious room creating faint echoes 'Mama! Wake up, it's Saturday!' Your six-year-old daughter, Maxie went to your side of the bed to pet your body whilst she said 'Wake up!' And then goes to Mason's for kisses on his face 'Daddy, wake up!' He groans, and eyes squinting to prevent the bright glare

'What is it, hun?' He asked, his body half sitting up with his one arm propping underneath him 'It's Saturday! You said we will go on a picnic!' Indeed, the previous, previous night Mason and you had promised your daughter that you two will bring her to a picnic because you two were finally out of your hectic month.

You got out of bed with caution, and one spread palm on your round, seven-month belly. Maxie held your other hand to help you get up as she smile 'Where are you going, ma?' You get your silk robe from the closet and wrap your body in it 'I bake vanilla cake last night, you wanna help me put the icing and fruits?' She claps her hand in enthusiasm 'Yes!' Mason smiles at her, and then got up to the bathroom 'I'm gonna go shower first, yeah?' You hums giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek and then leave the room with Maxie. You are indeed thankful for Mason because he moved the room to the first floor. Your main bedroom upstairs is temporarily unused for the time being and you two use the guest room instead so that it'll be easier for you to move around without using the stairs.

Maxie held your hand as she continue dragging you to the kitchen hall and to the island top 'You want me to bring out the cake?' You shake your head at her and told her to bring out the icing instead while you get to the oven and bring out the cake.

Maxie gets you the vanilla icing along with variants of types of fruits such as green grapes, strawberries, and blueberries. You slice the cake into three sections and put the first one, spread the icing and smothered strawberries around, green grapes follow on the second top of the cake, and blueberries on the last. Once you two are done, you put the cake back inside the fridge for cooling.

Mason went out of the bedroom, well-dressed in a white shirt and short-sleeved silk collar tee to match and a slack.

'You two finished?' You hum picking up your daughter from the stool and getting her back to her feet as you two strutted to your bedroom 'I'm gonna have a shower! Maxie, you should go too!' She nods, and skips upstairs to her room with Mason following behind 'Call me if you need anything,' You purse your lip with a nod and then went back inside to shower.

You three finished dressing up and were all prepared but an unexpected event occurred just after. The rain started to pit-patter against the patio window. Clouds gloomy and days darkening. Maxie looks over the both of you with a frowny lip 'It's raining, we cannot go to the park, anymore!' A sheet of moist splay on her cheeks, wetting it. You pout at her as you did try to crouch down but Mason insisted you to sit down on the couch and he'll do the talk.

'Hey, what if I took another day off next weekend and we'll go on a picnic just like we planned? What about that, little one?" Maxie stare at Mason with big doe eyes as she spoke 'What if it rains again?' Mason chuckle bringing her into a hug and caressing her small back 'Then, I'll take another day off and another day off until we made it!' Maxie beams at her father bringing him into another bone-crushing hug 'Yes, thank you, daddy!' He smiles into her hair, kissing the crown of her head.

'Now, let's go bring the cake you and mommy bake!' You watch as the two of the entered the kitchen hall and re-exited along with plates, forks and the cake. Mason even got a jug of soft drinks to match the vibe.

Maxie sit in between Mason's leg from the front side of the couch as she faced the coffee table whilst you sat beside him.

Mason pours the drinks and you cut the cake putting it on the plates and giving one to Maxie and one to Mason.

'Even though it's raining, it's still the best day ever!' Gleam your six-year-old daughter. 'Ouch' You exclaimed feeling a rapid kick on your belly 'He agreed with his older sister!' Said Mason followed by a series of laughter from you all despite the pain of the kick.

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[moonbeamwritings]

how easy you are to need

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wc: 1.9k

pairing: dabi x pro-hero gn!reader

warnings: angst

Some nights, you come home from long shifts to an empty apartment, the smell of cigarette smoke and reheated takeout lingering in the air. Dabi’s come and gone, and you’re left to trace his presence through your apartment like footprints in freshly fallen snow. You find whispers, hints of him in the half-empty coffee mug he leaves on the counter or in the rumpled sheets on your bed, the dents in your pillows. You find his ghost in your laundry hamper (he’s the only one who wears your old, oversized U.A. hoodie anymore) and in the unsigned notes he leaves tucked beneath your strawberry fridge magnet, right smack in the center of the door so you can’t miss them.

I’ll see you tonight.

You need to buy groceries.

Don’t wait up.

Sometimes, you find nothing at all; no traces of him, no messages left on blue sticky notes. Untouched, pristine snow. Those nights, you wonder if every chance encounter and every visit has been little more than a dream. A cruel joke played by someone who relishes in watching your morality, your sanity, waver. It takes you longer to drift to sleep during nights like those. Your bedroom is much too quiet in the absence of his soft breathing. Your bed feels cold. Lonely.

But on some nights, like this one, you come home to find Dabi’s long, dark coat hung up on the rack, his shoes tucked neatly next to yours. You come home to find him resting on your couch with his arms splayed across the back and his feet propped up on your coffee table; the soft sound of the TV filling the air. He’s in your U.A. hoodie like always, with damp hair that you’re certain smells just like your coconut shampoo. He makes himself at home, worming his way into your spaces with practiced, shameless ease. You smile when you see him. You like nights like these the most.

“’Bout time you showed up, little hero. I was about to start watching the news.”

“Aw, you were worried about me?” You tease, shucking off your coat and toeing out of your shoes. You don’t miss the light scoff and click of Dabi’s tongue from the living room. “I missed my train. Did you eat?”

“Brought pizza. It’s still warm.”

Sure enough, a box of pizza rests atop your counter, a plate and napkin already laid out beside it. You open it to find that it’s loaded with your favorite toppings, a few pieces already missing. You glance out into the living room as the familiar sting of domesticity strikes your ribs.

Around a mouth full of pizza, you tell him, “’hank ooo.”

Without looking away from the TV, Dabi tells you not to talk with your mouth full.

You scarf down another few slices before you join him on the couch, stretching across his lap like a cat to try and grab the remote. He holds it high above your head, waggling it down at you.

“Ah, ah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. I was here first. And we’re watching...” He watches as the contestants on the cheesy late-night game show start to run across an oil-slicked surface, slipping and sliding all over it in an attempt to reach the finish line. “... whatever this is.”

“But I worked all day,” you whine, slumping onto his chest like dead weight. Some of your hair gets in Dabi’s mouth and he sputters, craning his neck to see over your head. “And this is stupid, anyway. I bet you’re not even paying attention to what’s going on!” Childishly, you mutter, “This isn’t fair.”

When he realizes you’ve completely blocked the screen, and stolen his attention, he curls his arm around your back and noses at your hair. It smells fresh, and he figures you must’ve showered at your agency. Absently, he wonders if you did it thinking he’d be home. “Life’s not fair, doll. We’ve been over this.”

The warmth of his chest stirs exhaustion in your limbs, and you wrap your arms around his neck, eyelids drooping. You let them slip closed as you nuzzle closer to Dabi, mumbling a complaint against the curve of his jaw. “Can’t believe you’d bully a poor, sleepy soul like me. That’s cruel, even for you.”

He sticks a finger into your side, and you jump a bit. “You know what you signed up for, keepin’ a villain like me around. I can be as mean as I want.” He hunches close to mumble into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it only once he’s told you, “Even to you, my little hero.”

You mumble, “meanie,” into the crook of his neck, and fall silent. It settles between you for a few moments, only to be broken by the host announcing the next challenge. But Dabi can still feel the pout you press into his skin, and his eyes roll with a groan. “Fiineee, I’ll change the channel if it’ll get you to drop the damn pout.” A hand rubs up and down your back. “What do you wanna watch?”

Perking up, you turn to fix your eyes on the TV, shuffling to sit properly in Dabi’s lap. You keep one arm curled around his neck as you instruct him to the channel you’re thinking of. It’s one that airs reruns of silly, mindless soap operas. Perfect for when you’re feeling tired and inattentive after a long day at work.

“Ugh, this is the shit you like? Seriously, what are you? Eighty-five?”

“It’s perfect late-night TV, Dabi. You just don’t get it.” You snuggle closer. “Now shh, just watch.” 

Your head comes to rest on Dabi’s shoulder, and he obliges. Fine, Dabi thinks petulantly. He won’t tell you how stupid the dialogue is or about how much he hates soap operas. He won’t tell you that he’d rather be watching literally anything else. Instead, his warm palm follows a mindless path along the expanse of your back, delicate fingers tracing shapes and patterns between your shoulders blades and down the curve of your spine. 

You don’t speak for almost an entire episode, and usually Dabi can’t seem to get you to stop talking, so the absence of your voice plants seeds of unease in his lungs. He tries to ignore the shift of your brows, pulling together despite the joyful reunion happening between the couple onscreen. Though he can’t see it, he can picture the look on your face. He imagines it’s the same expression you made in your bedroom the night he came to get patched up. The crease between your brows, the far away look in your eyes. He resists the urge to smooth it away with the pad of his thumb. You talk too much, Dabi knows. But you think too damn much, too.

Finally, the silence breaks. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different?”

Dabi’s hand stills on the small of your back, the other grips the remote. The planted seeds start to bloom, turning his veins to thick, immovable stems as his lungs crowd with leaves. It takes all of his remaining strength to choke out, “What do you mean?”

“Like, if we were normal?” There’s a certain sheepishness in your voice that you can’t bite back. Dabi wonders if this is what you’ve been thinking about for the last twenty minutes, with your face hidden beneath his chin.

“If we weren’t...” He pauses for a moment, voice softer than before, “... us?”

“Yeah.”

Another pause, and then, “Sometimes.”

“What do you think about?”

“I like to think I’d try to love you properly, then.” He tells you. You pull your face away enough to watch his mouth curl into a bittersweet smile, almost like he’s imagining something familiar. Like he’s revisiting a thought for the millionth time. “I’d take you out to nice dinners and bring you flowers once a week.”

The TV fades into white noise as your heart hammers in your chest, anticipation pulling your muscles taught. Unconsciously, your fist curls into the hood of his sweatshirt. “I’d have an apartment with a comfy couch and a proper oven, and you’d spend weekends with me there. You’d teach me how to make your famous lasagna, and you’d get mad when I weasel out of doing any of the work. We’d eat breakfast together and go on walks...” 

A beat of silence follows as if he’s struggling to find the words. Your eyes don’t move from his face, following the slope of his nose before stopping to get lost in the emotion swirling in the deep seas of his eyes. His own refuse to move from the TV, but his scarred fingers migrate to curl through your hair, around the back of your neck. “... and I’d tell you about my piece of shit dad, and I’d blame him for everything. We’d argue, and I’d leave, but I’d always come back. And when I do, you’d look at me with that cute little annoyed expression you know I love. Pretend to be mad for a bit, but you’d kiss me and we’d work on it. Together.”

The chuckle he offers you is mirthless. “Even then you’d be too good for me.”

Tears collect at your waterline, a lump of emotion swelling in your throat, and for a moment, you feel as if you can’t breathe. A hopeful, twinkling tune plays to signal the ending credits as Dabi confesses, “But I think we’d be happy. In our normal little life.”

You imagine a life without stab wounds and blood, without quirks and expectations. You imagine meeting Dabi by chance, maybe on the train or on the street on your way to work. The universe would bring you together somehow, even then; you’re certain of it. He’d still push your buttons, and you’d still pretend to hate it. Every night you’d fall asleep with him, and every morning you’d wake up just the same, his nose against your neck and his slow, even breath fanning over your collar bones.

You’re lucky enough to catch glimpses of it now, but it’s a life you both know is far away, unattainable. On nights like these, you try to clasp it in your hands — that sense of normalcy — what with your head on his shoulder and your favorite pizza sitting on the counter. The scent of your body wash clinging to Dabi’s skin and his hand in your hair. But come morning, that dream will have escaped your grasp like sand slipping from your palms, and you will once again be confronted by the confines of your own reality. Despite it all, you’re falling in love with him, you know that much, but this love will never be that one. The one you both dream of.

A tear slips down your cheek, and you’re quick to swipe it away. Dabi feels its warmth for only a second before it’s gone. The arm resting around his shoulders presses closer, the fingers gripping his sweatshirt curling even tighter as you collect yourself. Your head falls back to his shoulder as if you hadn’t asked the question at all, but you’re certain Dabi can hear the sadness in your voice, can feel the shudders in your breath when you admit, “I think so, too.”

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[familyvideostevie]

hi can I request a steve x fem reader where Steve just noticed every single detail about reader (how she skips a commercial that has sad dogs in shelters because she genuinely suffers if she sees a sad or homeless dog, how she always picks her nails when she’s anxious, stuff like that) and it’s just so special to her because literally no one else had noticed those little things.

this is so cute i made myself sad writing this bc i want steve. hope you like it! | 0.9k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

Steve isn't the fastest to the answer or the one to put the pieces together, and he knows that. But he's gotten really good at watching and paying attention. He knows that Dustin hates tomatoes and Robin never double knots her shoelaces until he reminds her. He knows that Max likes when Lucas hooks his fingers through her belt loops but doesn't make a big deal about it. He knows that Mike always calls El when it rains. Hell, he even knows which brand of juice box Erica prefers and keeps them in his fridge.

So, it's only par for the course that Steve spends a lot of time watching and learning you. He did that before you were together, but now it's different because you're his. And he's yours. And he really doesn't think it's a big deal, that it's something worth talking about until you come over one day looking sadder than he's ever seen you.

"Hey pretty girl," he says. You don't even hesitate before going in for a hug. "Oof. You okay?"

"Hi Steve," you mumble into his shirt. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." He rubs his hands over your spine. "Tell me what's up?"

"Am I boring?" Steve's brain skids to a halt. What?

"What?" He pulls back from you, hands on your shoulders. He realizes that you don't look sad, actually. You look like you're thinking hard about something, brows scrunched and nose wrinkled. You let go of him and fill up a glass of water at the sink.

"You can be honest," you say. Your hand is clenched on the counter top. "I can take it."

"I...think I'm missing something here." Steve doesn't know where you've gotten this idea and he wants to figure it out so he can hunt them down and...wag his finger in their face, or something. "Who said that? Did someone tell you that?"

"Doesn't matter who said it, Steve," you sigh. "Is it true?" Steve moves behind you and puts a hand on your lower back, fingers splayed so his pinky sneaks under the hem of your shirt to touch your bare skin. Your whole body relaxes, just a little bit, but that's all he needs.

"C'mon," he urges. "Fill me in. You know I'm slow." That gets your attention, your head whipping over to glare at him.

"Steve. You're not slow."

"And you're not boring." You roll your eyes at him and turn so his hand rests on your stomach as you lean against the sink.

"The new girl at the store was talking about all the stuff she does for fun. She's on a roller derby team, she volunteers at the library, she lived in France for a year. And I thought about what I do and what I like and I...couldn't think of anything."

"So you decided you're boring because you haven't been to France?" Steve honestly doesn't see what's happening. "Still confused over here." You groan and move away from him and he can't bring himself to be embarrassed about the sound he makes now that he's not touching you.

"There's nothing special about me!" you cry, all of a sudden incensed. You pace, hands in your hair in agitation. "I'm just...some girl. I work at a bookstore and I don't have interesting hobbies and I'm boring." Well, that won't do. Steve lets you pace, but he's not about to let you say those things about yourself.

"When you wake up you always stretch like a cat and then crack your neck," he says. You stop in your tracks and look at him like he's speaking gibberish. "You pick at your cuticles when you're anxious and you drum your fingers in a little pattern when you have a song stuck in your head."

"Steve--" He holds his hand out and starts to count on his fingers.

"You dog-ear the pages of your books but won't annotate them because it's 'vandalism,' you tug on your seatbelt just once after buckling it, and you always squat down whenever you talk to a kid."

"Are these interesting? Steve, come on --" He plows on, moving closer to you with each thing he says.

"You always know when Robin gets too nervous and you hold her hand to give her courage. You make Max new mixtapes every month. You write Will letters." He cups your face and plants a kiss for each thing he says, forehead, cheek, cheek, nose. "You eat popcorn at the movies one kernel at a time. You always smile when you see a butterfly. You hate wearing socks to bed unless they're mine. You wrinkle your nose after you sneeze like it's your first time sneezing."

"Those are just silly things, Steve," you whisper, eyes downcast.

"No, they're you," he says, tapping your chin so you'll look at him. "Nothing about you is silly."

"I can't believe you noticed all that." You lean in to kiss him just once, a sweet, quick thank you. "No one ever has before."

"Of course I did. You're interesting. Like a science experiment or something, I swear." You laugh and he relishes the sound. "Seriously. That's what makes people interesting. All the small stuff."

"I don't know --"

"I do. Everyday I learn something new about you. And I get to do that forever. What's more interesting than that?" You close your eyes and he kisses the soft skin of your lids.

"God, Steve. How do you come up with this stuff?" He smirks, pleased.

"I practice in front of the mirror." You groan at his joke, surging forward to kiss him for real this time.

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[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

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