#Hoodie Imagines

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello!

I can’t remember if I’ve already sent a request and if I have I’m sorry if I’m kinda spamming you!😅

Anyway, can I request the proxies (Toby, Hoodie and Masky) from creepypasta that has a crush on the new proxy who has a ballerina fighting style? Their style looks a lot like Carmilla Carmines from Hazbin hotel! :)

Thank you!

- 🐨

The proxies x Proxy!Reader who has a ballerina fighting style

Not annoying at all! Also I don't recall any requests like this being sent in so you're all good, no spamming here!

Usually I dont write romantic for toby.. however since its crushing I think I'm fine with diving into it just a tad (no shade to you, of course!)

MASKY:

He thinks.. you're fighting is a little impractical, though he never says it. However he cant deny that it seems to be fairly effective. He does get fed up if you consistently down him during any sparring you two do, since his methods is usually tackling and aiming for weak points. Blunt and straight forward.. as for crushing.. he just observes you. Doesnt make much effort to actually connect, but hes still ever lingering. It's like a cat, he watches but the second you try to initiate anything he sulks off. It's going to take a while to warm that one up if you feel the same.. even if hes the one who catches feelings first

HOODIE:

Oh he spars with you every now and then. Sometimes you win, other times he does! It's kind of a coin toss in that regard! He does get fairly good at dodging your attacks and disarming you, pushing you to try new moves.. as for how hes like when hes crushing.. he tends to hover. Granted all three tend to do that, but they all do it.. differently. Hoodie actually makes an attempt to interact with you, in the form of trying to show you the ropes of how things work being a proxy. He shows you his private spot in the woods where he gets his alone time... you're the only person who knows and who's allowed to enter it.. kind of just opens up to you and let's you in on stuff, usually for your benefit

TOBY:

Taking into account he cant really.. feel pain.. he tends to last longer when training with you, as compared to the other two. Actually you might have to be the one to put a stop to it if you notice him bleeding a little too much. He thinks your fighting style is a little... dumb? "Girly"? He teases you about it and might even mimic you. He finds any excuse he can to spend time with you, no matter what's going in. He could hate the activity and complain but he doesnt leave when he can. Very clingy, too. As well as this he can get a little.. jealous when others take your attention away

[gossippool]

logan dog behaviour in that when he can't find wade in the house his brain just goes "wade? wade? wade? wade? where's wade? wade? wade's not here? wade? wade?"

[greyromanticghoul]

so y'know how the original concept for five's apocalypse outfit had him wearing allison's leather jacket?

imagine him having to collect the clothes of his dead family just to stay alive and warm. and imagine that when he goes back to a timeline where they're all alive he has the habit of yoinking any new clothes they buy (once the multiple apocalypses are over and season 4 doesn't exist) because his brain is still in Apocalypse Mode and the clothes are his reminder when it gets bad that his family is here and alive

[nipuni]

Campbell!! 🥰🎧🎙️🎛️🎚️

[ivrket]

[ladysqueakinpip]

what started as the desire to draw The Donnies in their Iconic Purple Jackets just devolved into Donnie's Bizarre Adventures

[eyeless-cunt]

KINKTOBER DAY 1

PROMPT: Anonymous Sex

CREEP: HOODIE

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: 18+, Alcohol use, Sex with a Stranger, Implied Stalking, Smoking/Nicotine use, Intoxicated Sex, Biting, Blood Consumption, Outdoors Sex, Raw Sex, Creampie (they're good for the environment, leave me alone)

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

I knew pretty well that I'd gotten myself into a situation that maybe I wasn't mentally equipped to handle. The feel of his hands holding my hips steady as I stumbled with the full-bodied grace of a penguin seemed to shock some of my brain into working at a bare minimum level. I was quickly realizing the reality of my situation–that was me being about five minutes away from having sex with a random man–while being minimally wasted. A masked, hooded man that had said maybe a handful of words to me that so far all seemed somewhere between barely amused and slightly bored.

I'd seen him after I left the bar out a back door, avoiding any employee personnel that might tell me it wasn't the right exit. The chill in the air hit me like a train, the regret of being dressed for a night out making me frown. A quick glance around my new surroundings is what had me take note of him. He stood a few feet away, leaning on the corner of a brick building across from me, mask pulled up to the bridge of his nose as he smoked. The orange light above his head had his tan hoodie looking a strange yellow color, the smoke from his cigarette slowly rising to the top of the alleyway.

I wasn't sure what the fabric pulled over his face could even be called besides some makeshift mask, not that I could see much of it anyways in this lighting and with most of it hidden under his hood. That and my blurred vision stacked on top of the way my skin buzzed as his head turned my way. Was he looking at me? Probably, but I couldn't tell for sure, his eyes were completely hidden under what looked to be bleached fabric. I was definitely looking at him. He was tall, and by the way his head tilted as he turned my way, probably watching me watch him.

Maybe some part of me subconsciously knew I was about to step into the deep end–a sudden rush of adrenaline pumping through my body as I felt my feet start moving closer to the hooded man. I watched the corner of his mouth quirk upwards as I approached, my semi-drunk confidence fueling actions I’d never take sober.

“Is that a cosplay?” I regretted the words as soon as they were out, obviously it wasn't. Probably. He didn't seem to have any reaction, until he inhaled his cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke directly at my face. It smelled good coming out of his mouth. That thought had my eyes visibly widening, I couldn't believe I enjoyed what would normally be something I'd consider viciously rude. And yet I still found myself taking a deep breath, only able to laugh a little at the action.

“No then? Sorry.” He hummed, pulling an obviously stepped on pack out of his pocket, motioning it to me. That was surprisingly nice of him, considering his previous action.

“Ah, no, sorry I don't smoke at all. Thank you though,” I rushed the words out despite really wanting to take one from his hand. I wasn't entirely sure what it was about this man that made me want to pick up the habit just so I could stand out here with him longer.

“You sure?” His voice came out rough, deep with a broken edge that told me he hadn't spoken in probably hours. Looking at him, though I figured it could be much longer. That thought had me obnoxiously pleased with myself, simply for the fact that I had him speaking to me.

“Probably, I don't know. I think my lungs would probably get hacked out of me if I tried and someone would probbbbablyyy have to call, like, an ambulance…or something. I dunno.” He did a sort of huff/laugh that came entirely from his nose and I took it as a win.

A drop from above landed on my shoulder, prompting me to look upwards. There wasn't much I could tell from the sky this late at night, everything was pretty much the same shade of dark. “Is it raining…?” I trailed off, holding a hand out to feel the beginning stages of the downpour.

“It's sprinkling. Are you gonna go inside?” I asked the question without expecting much of an answer.

“No. Are you?” His question seemed expectant, in what way I was unsure. His smoke drifted my way with the wind from the new change in weather, but neither of us bothered to move.

“Mmmmm…no, rain is fine.” I looked at him, extremely curious to find out what was under that mask. The only thing I could see was a cigarette between lips I’d like to be between and some facial hair. From what I could tell he seemed a bit scruffy.

I had to tear my eyes away from his mouth, realizing that he could probably see how drunk I was. Was this a case of playing along with a drunk person? I'd done it many times, letting a drunkard on the corner talk my ear off as I walked past as a nicety. Well…whatever. I had him here and I may never see him again, so I figured why not talk his ear off and maybe he'll politely find a way to excuse himself when he's had enough of me. Although he didn't seem the type to let me off politely it was the best case scenario in my mind.

“What're you doing here?” I was hoping for an answer and not a, ‘none of your business,’ kind of response. Maybe I became too hopeful when I drank.

“Watching.” I pursed my lips, eyes squinting and trying to make sense of whatever that meant.

“Uh huh. Right.” I looked around the alley we were in, completely devoid of people, life, soul, or anything that could possibly be watched. “So you're watching…,” I trailed off, stuck. “You're watching the…sky.” A quick glance upwards would tell you that it definitely wasn't that. Light pollution had the stars millions of miles away where they should be, and any detail of anything was completely submerged in the inky blackness of the atmosphere.

“You're right.” He nodded in a way that seemed mocking to my alcohol soaked brain.

“Seriously?” My eyes narrowed, almost completely sure I was being made fun of.

“A star in the sky. That's what I'm watching.” He pointed his cigarette upwards, stray ash falling and disintegrating in a fresh and slowly growing puddle below our feet. I looked up only to find absolutely nothing still.

“I don't see it though? Can you even see through that thing?”

“Perfectly.” I felt tension materialize in the air with that one word. Although maybe it had been here the entire time and I was too dense to realize. For whatever reason it felt like every hair on my body raised, as if I was feeling the full weight of his gaze on me. Did his words have a double meaning? I recognized that there was a lot more happening here that I'd never be able to grasp in my current state.

“Maybe I should smoke…,” the words drew out slowly but I wasn't sure if I was joking or if I meant it. My feet started to feel sore in my heels, and I tried to shift my weight only for my heel to get caught in a pothole, causing my ankle to give out.

That was how I ended up with his hands on my hips and his cigarette discarded into a fresh puddle. I heard the rain start to come down heavier as I let him lift me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist like it was a natural reflex. He didn't say a word while my eyes were plastered to his mouth, the unexpected fullness of his lips seemingly beckoning me closer. I pressed my mouth against his, wondering if maybe he'd drop me into a pothole because of it. Unexpectedly he only encouraged it, his tongue slipping just past my teeth, mouth slotted against mine with a much fiercer hunger than I thought him capable of.

He slid a hand under my ass for support, his other remaining on my hip and holding me against him with an almost crushing force. I didn't mind at all, it gave me the once in a lifetime opportunity to feel his build under all these baggy clothes, a thing I'd been contemplating to myself just five minutes ago.

He pushed my back up against the wall, freeing a hand and threading it through my hair, holding my mouth against his. I felt my hips start grinding into him. I pulled away, a small sober part of me remembering what sense and shame was as I basically gulped air into my lungs. His lips looked practically bruised, his teeth red. Red?

“I think you're bleeding,” I said, still breathing heavily. He shook his head, a smirk that could win magazine awards lighting up what I could see of his face. It had me fervently wishing I could see his eyes. He swiped his thumb over my lips, bringing it back to show me the bright red. The rain had it sliding down from his thumb, running down his arm and onto the wet asphalt.

“Your blood, angel.” The pet name had me swooning. He slipped his thumb in his mouth, and I watched transfixed as he sucked the blood off. He kissed me again, the taste of copper filling my mouth as I felt his tongue again, teeth just as hungry as before. I wasn't sure how good of an idea this was, grinding against a stranger behind a bar where an employee could walk out at any time–but he felt deliciously good against me, for whatever that's worth.

His hand slipped under my dress squeezing my ass as he rocked his hips against me, causing me to whine out between his teeth, my tongue still colliding with anything it could reach. He let out a low hum in response, slowly slipping my dress up my body. The feeling of the now rain soaked fabric sliding against my skin had me sobering up a bit, if only for a few moments.

“Wha-,” I struggled to push the words out, catching my breath, a seemingly harder than life task as I felt his hard-on push against me through his jeans. “Out here? Someone’ll see.” I huffed, eyes trained on where his eyes should be. I really wanted to slip my fingers under that fabric.

He pulled me up, readjusting me against him and pulling my mouth back down to meet his. He started walking just like that, causing me to almost jump out of his arms, scared of being dropped and hitting the cold wet ground. He held me tighter, not stopping despite my obvious fear. I gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, my legs wrapped around him as tight as possible. My dress being up around my hips and the feeling of him bumping and rubbing against my clit as he walked had me almost completely forgetting my fear, mewls I would normally consider pathetic leaving my mouth. I didn't even think about where he was taking me, my focus entirely on his neck. It was bare, his ‘mask’ still pulled up over and sat on the bridge of his nose. I latched onto the spot right beside his shoulder, sucking and biting like he was mine to claim. Maybe I wanted him to be.

I heard him hiss as I sucked, his steps faltering for barely a second before he pulled himself back together. I continued my assault in various places, leaving behind dark crimson stained bites. He grunted, finally pressing me against a new wall, still outside but somewhat shielded from the rain.

I looked to see that we were nestled between two brick buildings, one being the bar. He'd brought us to the side, banking on the loud music and long alleyways being enough cover. Even if it wasn't I felt myself trusting his judgement despite the risks. Whether that be because of whatever strange pull I seemed to have towards him or my questionable sobriety didn't mean much. All that mattered was getting his mouth back on mine and hopefully that mask off of his face.

“Good enough, angel?” I only managed to mummer a simple ‘mhm,’ against his lips as I pulled him back to his rightful place against me. I heard the pull of his zipper, feeling the back of his hand brushing against me had me whimpering in his mouth, his knuckles rubbing against my clit, most likely that was his purpose. I reached between us to pull him out of his jeans, my hand awkwardly getting caught but managing anyway.

“You're eager,” he practically has to spit the words out, my grip on his hood keeping him snug against me. I feel his smile against my lips, his joy plainly apparent. “Mhmmm, and you're talkative.” I feel him slip my underwear to the side, fingers tracing their way through my folds. “While you're feeling social–what’s your name?” It almost feels silly to ask, his fingers now spreading me open with the confidence and familiarity of a man that should know me much more than he actually does.

“Hoodie,” he manages to grunt the words out, my hand reaching down between us to grab at him. He hisses as I lick my hand, rubbing my wet palm over his head slowly. “That's not a name.” I feel almost offended that he'd lie to me or give me a pseudonym. I find myself pumping him with a bitter roughness, more annoyed than I should be at the fact that this faceless man has the gall to lie to me while his fingers are teasing my entrance. He doesn't seem to mind the rough friction, his assault on my body steady.

“It's my name.” I'm considering the truth of his words when he pushes a finger inside of me, the feeling of him pumping while his thumb rubs at me making me almost lightheaded with pleasure. I can't even push out the words to form a ‘is that German,’ joke about his name.

He pulls his fingers out quickly, taking a moment to readjust me. My surprise at the fact that he's still holding me is outshined by the pleasure that he's obviously strong enough to do so. He lines himself up with me, pressing his tip at my entrance, almost teasingly. I roll my hips, feeling him against me in a way that has me ready to push him inside myself. He pulls me in against his lips by my neck, teeth nipping at my lips in a way that feels hungry. I feel him push inside me, the burn causing me to squeeze my legs that are wrapped about him, my fingers digging into his back and gripping his hood in a death grip.

I let out a heavy breath as he finally bottoms out, the fullness causing me to gasp against his mouth. I'm expecting a more severe roughness to follow–the same ravenous hunger he's shown me so far. Not the way his hand almost gently cups the back of my head, his lips pressing to mine much slower than what he'd made me become used to. I find myself matching his slow pace, sucking at his bottom lip as he begins evenly thrusting into me, a heavy hand gripping my ass and keeping me pressed against him despite the movement. It was like he calmed down as soon as he finally took me.

In my haze I realize how softly he's kissing me–how lovingly–he holds me. How gently he held me the entire time without me realizing until now. The way he fucks into me doesn't feel like the random hook-up it is, the raunchy drunk sex it should be. Despite his rough tongue and mannerisms he's touching me like a beloved lover. His lips move like he treasures me, an unseen promise held in the way his tongue slips around mine. I can't find any rhyme or reason to the treatment, but I find that I love it all the same. The way he encourages me slowly, words low and even as he tells me how good I'm doing. I feel myself fluttering around him as he keeps talking, the most words I've heard come out of his mouth settle in my chest.

I slip a hand up the back of his mask, fingers threading into his hair and gently tugging, loving the way his hair feels in my hand. He grunts at the feeling, slowly picking up the pace as I try to move my hips in an attempt to sink him deeper, the position not allowing much wiggle room for me to adjust. I feel myself building closer to an orgasm, the way he sounds driving me closer and closer. He's fucking into me while buried in my neck, his mouth now latched under my ear. I can feel him marking me in various places, my eyes fluttering with the combination of his mouth on me and him moving inside of me. My hand reaches to slip up the front of his mask but he stops me, caging my wrist away. I feel upset, wondering why he's decided I'm still not allowed to know him.

“Not yet,” he practically has to grit out, the words sounding like a promise. Whether they are or not doesn't matter, my core seizing as he drives me over the edge, a gentle wave pushing me through the orgasm. I'm a sputtering and whining mess, writhing as he fucks me through it. His pace slows and I practically deflate in his arms, my legs gone limp as he wraps his arms around me and sets me down gently to help me readjust my clothing. The chill in the air has me shivering, the loss of warmth he provided me apparent. I wasn't sure when the rain stopped, but I had forgotten about it entirely. It had gotten only colder, and I felt myself laying against his chest, uncaring about the implications that were laid out in the action.

His fingers found my hair, stroking the back of my head and twirling the damp strands. I couldn't help but nuzzle my head against his chest, the soft warmth of his hoodie beckoning me closer as I felt a slight soreness begin between my legs. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me up into a princess carry, the unexpected loss of stability making my head swirl. I began to protest but he paid me no mind.

The sway and pace of his walking had my eyes lulling closed, the fight to stay awake disintegrating into nothing as I listened to his words, barely able to make sense of them. “Sleep, I'll take you home.” Before I could even begin questioning how he knew where I lived I was slipping away, breathing softly in his arms as the light went out.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 8: Cozy

(pop star AU) Emmet is always cozy with his giant joltik plush! maybe sometimes a little too cozy... (Emmet, you can't be sleeping in important meetings like that! stop it! wake up!!!) bonus (aka why Volo is folding his paper):

[the-s1lly-corner]

You've written a post where the reader has to undress masky in order to treat a wound... could we perhaps.... by mere chance... get the same prompts with hoodie? Pretty plesse

Tending to Hoodies wounds

You can find the mentioned post in one of my creepypasta Masterlists! Look through my pinned to get to it!

Hoodie is far less stubborn compared to his counterpart- although hes more than capable of taking care of himself, so you dont really have much need to stress yourself

Although....

The fact that hes letting you run your hands along his chest says that hes not against the idea

Ignoring the nasty gash stretching across his ribcage, of course

Hes still enough to let you work, but he's vaguely amused that you're getting so worked up over him- hes been through worse and it's not like the wound is insanely deep

In the middle of you trying to pat down his skin to stop the bleeding he grabs your shaking hands and steadies them, pressing them into his chest to apply the pressure the wound needed

He let's go, and signs to keep still

You apologize, once again reminding him that you're simply nervous

He lifts his mask, and before lightly pecking you he offers a smile; then proceeding to lean over you and grab the roll of bandages you've brought over

He instructs you to get a damp cloth, to clean the blood.. your eyes flicked to his chest- skin stained red and hair crusting from the blood. Itd get itchy if left to dry..

You both work together to wrap him up

Before you could protest or order him to go get some rest hes scooping you up and taking you to bed, putting you down he pushes you to the bed

You hadn't realized how tired you had become, from worrying about the man

For once Hoodie stays with you through the night, even though he knows hes more than able of going back to his place- wherever that may be, you dont know- maybe it's for you

The cuddle session is nice, even if the material of the bandage was itchy

[lil-shiro]

espnf1 F1 🤝 College Football

[gods-perfect-idiots]

that old man yaoi brainrot got me good, folks

[scary-lasagna]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request the proxies (separately) reaction to seeing their s/o all dressed up and absolutely taking their breath away?

A few hours late today, but they love you and they're all head-over-heel buffoons

Masky

He just

stares.

He's not a huge talker, or someone to express his feelings.

But staring will suffice.

And no matter how wind-burned his cheeks are, the blush never fails to seep through and pet at his ears as well.

Maybe he'll reach out to put a hand on your waist, and decide against it.

He wouldn't want to ruin any hard work you've put into this stunning art display.

His hand will ghost over your body, too afraid to touch you, but you can still feel the warmth of his love radiating from his hands.

His eyes won't leave you the entire night, and whenever you happen to glance at him, his eyes are always trained on you.

And no matter how much he's dressed up, Masky will always shut down your compliments and focus on you instead.

Hoodie

Immediate possessiveness.

He's always got a hand on you, holding you close to him even after your attempts to swat his hands away.

And he's just so touchy-feely, with kisses, gentle touches, hugs, fixing your clothes/hair.

He's head over heels for you, and you love that dopey look in his eyes that tell you so.

No matter how many times he mumbles ' I love you' into your neck as he hugs you for the 42nd time tonight.

Toby

Bro just starts weeping.

He feels so unworthy of your presence, your love, everything about you.

Toby is a blubbering mess trying to tell you how amazing you look, and how he's so lucky to be in love with you, and how the lighting is complimenting your eye color, and-

You stop him, and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek while he unceremoniously snorts his weepyness back into his nose.

You guide him to calm down somewhat, and you find that he cannot take his eyes off of you, admiring all of the little details you've put into your outfit.

[rwac96]

Hoodie Thief (WhiteKnight)

Jaune: *wearing an orange shirt* "Dammit, where's my hoodie?!" *shifts his head left to right*

Ruby: "I think I saw Weiss with it last."

Jaune: "WEISS! Have you seen my hoodie?!"

*Weiss wore Jaune's hoodie, not looking up from looking over her grandfather's journals*

Weiss: *reading* "I threw it out."

Ruby: "...You look rather comfy."

Weiss: *still reading* "Hush!"

Jaune: *annoyed* "You 'threw out' the last five ones!"

[iicarused]

hand in hand

pre! hoodie, brian thomas x reader

synopsis: being brian’s partner before marble hornets / being that one endgame couple everyone loves

requested by: anon

not my best tbh but i love him so much — too perfect to write😣

definitely met in college, which is sad because your love was short lived — in comparison to TIM’S arc.

but he made that love worth it, because there was never a day without him swooning over you, ravishing even! he was all yours and you knew that even if you ever parted, there’s a space in your heart that will forever tie you both together.

in every universe, he hopes to find you again and again / and hopes they’re just as in love as you both are right now

his love is sweet and gentle. opening doors for you or walking you back to your dorms. your friends immediately knew you both started dating (no matter how secretive you both thought you were)

you and brian also had a communications class together — it was there it was the most obvious. partnering up every chance you got or him waiting for you outside the class doors

getting coffee together from the campus cafe or hitting the mall together when you’re supposed to be studying

he was your bad influence all throughout — but also the best influence you could get

studying what you study so he can better help you understand the material

it was dumb of him but he wanted to! really! all he asks to be is the best for you — out of every partner you’ve had

very classic on writing love letterings and pushing you to try new things (perhaps to audition for a certain friends film)

he just love experiencing new things with you! new adventures, living life at your side. he can’t get enough

maybe you dodged a bullet by not jointing the film — because from then on, your love would only wither

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . . WHAT A STEAL!

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ not rlly any warnings i think!! basic sashisu x reader (suguru’s is prob a lil more obvious) u r just a victim of sashisu thievery 🫶🏾

SASHISU who steal your things.

your favorite pink beanie has gone missing. you wear it every time you go out, even around the house sometimes, but the hat has suddenly went MIA. last you saw, it was on your desk. and shoko was the last person in your room, but she doesn't seem to have your beloved hat. the four of you are heading out for brunch at some cafe satoru was going rabid about, so you don't want to keep them waiting over a beanie. it’s not until you settle for another and meet the trio at the door that you spot it on satoru’s head.

he doesn't show the slightest hint of guilt as you approach, in fact gojo acts like everything is normal. you'd find the sight of this 6 foot giant topped off with a baby pink beanie amusing if you weren't so annoyed in the moment.

“i have been looking all over for that!” you glare up at gojo, poking a finger in his chest.

and he just gives you a shit-eating grin. “oh, i know! looks like you finally found it, yeah?”

he thinks the little frown you give him is so cute, but gojo still pacifies your angry stare by engulfing you in his blue scarf. he taps a finger on your nose, and his eyes light up when you grin at him. you suppose this is a fair trade.

a brand new pair of pink slides that you just bought to wear around the house have suddenly disappeared clean from your bedroom. you wonder if you left them in shoko’s room, and search for her to ask.

“sho?” you call as you stick your head out onto the balcony. “have you seen my sandals?”

she’s leaning against the rail having a smoke, suguru sitting in one of the balcony chairs. your eyes gravitate to her feet as she asks, “which ones?”

‘which ones?’ you repeat mockingly in your head, staring at said shoes on her feet because she’s seemingly helped herself. along with a pair of your new socks, too, apparently?

"now, shoko-"

"okay, okay." she and suguru share delighted giggles. "can i wear them a little longer, until i finish this?" shoko lifts the glowing cigarette in her hand.

you huff, though unable to fight the way your lips curl up into a smile. "fine. i want them back right after, though. get your own slides."

she brushes you off with a turn of her head, giggling. "love you, y/n."

"yeah, yeah, whatever."

one. two.

one...two...

yep, one of your pillows is definitely missing.

it's not on the couch (like the last time gojo took it when he fell asleep there) and not in shoko's room (which you assume would make the most sense). you're headed to the guest room next to see if it's been misplaced there, but something feels off when you pass by suguru's open door. his eyes are on you as you step back for a doubletake, and find him relaxed atop a very out-of-place pink pillow on his black bedsheets.

"what, are your pillows not good enough?" hands falling to your hips, your head tilts, a brow raised at geto's unbothered reaction.

he replies with a languid smile. "i find yours a little more comfortable."

you hold your tongue on reminding him that you both went pillow-shopping together, so they're the same pillows. he holds his tongue on admitting that he also likes the way your scent calms his nerves and lulls him to sleep. you both decide it's not important, right now, anyway.

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis @mysugu @hellkaiserinphoenix :3c