#fuzzy anon

[novacqnes]

✩ nights like this // sevika

⋆ summary: no coherent thoughts…just stressed councilmember!sevika coming home to you after a rough day.

⋆ warnings: a shit ton of sappiness & fluff, reader loving on sevika

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 1.3k

embers of scarlet and coral smacked against the screen of the fireplace, silently stirring sevika from a trance. her head pounded against her skull, locking the rest of her body into place. now this sofa, cheaply made of leather and nylon, was her only comfort. fragments of light reflected off the glass windows, briefly illuminating the door right across from her. in its midst she could single out a you-shaped figure leaning against the doorway. small crescents adorned your eyes as you rubbed away the fatigue in them.

“come to bed,” you whispered, trudging towards her. you hit the sofa with a soft thud, pressing a light kiss to sevika’s soft lips.

she let out a low groan, snaking an arm around your waist, “not yet, go on without me.”

you nibbled on your lower lip, tilting your head to the side as you inspected sevika’s face. her features were tense, eyebrows drawn together with sharp, pensive lines decorating the space between them. her legs were fixed into the ground, boots still on, which was completely uncharacteristic of sevika. for a brief moment, her hazy grey eyes struck yours, they were gentle and radiant. it always amazed you just how hypnotic they could be. they revealed everything about this woman, but this time they weren’t brimming with intense sexual desire but a fervent need for comfort. 

“that bad?”

she shrugged, “something like that.” you waited for her to say more, but nothing else came. rather, you were greeted by an uncomfortable silence and the impossible task of trying to read her mind. her eyes flickered between the fire and your eyes, calling, screaming, pleading out to you so that there was no need for words. sevika’s body was rigid against yours; she looked as if she’d crawl from her own skin and right into the sofa. she detested this feeling. you couldn’t know. you couldn’t see. she needed to protect you. that’s what she told herself as images of the council and their disapproving glares riddled her mind. deeper and deeper, she became trapped within her own mind, leaving you with no option but to intervene. 

she felt your hands on her thighs first, slowly traveling down to her calves before reaching her boots. 

“let’s take these off,” you cooed. 

you started at the dark laces, pulling each one through the silver loops that decorated the sides. once this was done, you tugged them off sevika’s legs, exposing her fluffy rainbow socks. your lips perked up into a smile as your girlfriend quickly looked away, fighting to keep a straight face. it was progress, although you could see that she wasn’t fully comfortable, so you kept at it moving behind her.

you reached for her cloak, peering down at her for approval. “this okay?”

“mhmm….” sevika nodded, sinking further into the couch. she closed her eyes, humming lowly as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly began to rise. sevika’s skin burned with each slight touch of your hands against her body. warm and hot with determination, you ran them across her smooth skin, moving to undress her in one quick beat. with the cloak tossed to the side, you peeled off her vest, shirt, and bra, leaving her exposed before you. you ran your palms over her sculpted chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath you.

“you’re with me, relax baby.”

she sighed, “i’m trying….i just hate bringing this shit home to you.”

you brought your hands to her face, rubbing your thumb along the scarred skin of her cheek. her eyes were reluctant at first, but you continued with a soft tone emanating from your voice, “look at me sevika, i’m okay. just let me take care of you.”

you moved the dark strands of hair from her face, eager to meet her eye. they were gorgeous. half-lidded and heavy, they were trained on your face, unwavering in spite of the fatigue that pulled on them. it was like a silent battle, a fight that you only saw slight glimpses of before, but sevika’s mask was cracking. in piltover she was utterly alone, and the mere thought of her shouldering that burden chewed at your soul. thus you moved your hands to sevika’s shoulders, desperate to be the support that she needed. once more you looked at her face for a response. silently she nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw before leaning back. 

time slipped by as you undressed her, softly massaging her skin, freeing her from the strain that tore through her body. slowly her features grew more relaxed, shooting you small grins every once in a while as you worked. from the corner of your eyes, a bright halo and its golden rays peeked into your home through the window. half of the living room was illuminated with a faint yellow glow, making visible the antique table in the center of the room and the rest of sevika’s body.

“how’s this?” you hummed, massaging out the kinks in her neck.

she slurred, “perfect…i swear if i have to hear the word contingency agai—“ 

“you’re doing the best you can.”

sevika shook her head as you removed your hands from her shoulders. “it’s not enough. y/n you should see the look on some of their faces; it’s like they don’t even see me.” hurt, frustration, and anger, it spilled from her in one stifled breath. you moved swiftly to her side, cupping her hand in yours. the two of you sat in silence, caught in the sun’s warmth. 

“sev,” you began, “you’re one person, you can’t put that on yourself.”

“i have too,” she whispered, her voice small. sevika’s eyes stung, they begged her to close them and stumble into your bed, but her mind argued the opposite. doubt crept to the forefront of her brain, pervading her perceptions of herself. was she strong enough to do this? could she be enough for you? in the midst of the murky clouds there was no definite answer, and that tormented sevika beyond belief. she’d stayed up for hours, the allure of sleep looming over her as she clawed for an answer, desperately seeking it in the form of solitude.

“i’ll go with you to piltover.” 

her eyes widened, a sheepish grin taking hold of her face as sevika brought a hand to her mouth, “oh, you wouldn’t last a second.”

“what?” you sputtered, playfully smacking her hand away. “i’ll go everyday if i have too…i hate sleeping by myself.” 

she let out a low chuckle, snapping her neck towards the sunrise, taking in the bright, soft pink and yellow hues that fully lit up the room. sevika looked back towards you, her heart beaming with an intense longing and love for the person before her. she adored the way the colors merged with your skin, basking you in a warm glow of sunlight. it captured your beauty like no other, making your girlfriend fall even deeper for you. bare and exhausted, sevika yearned to pull you close. she wanted to feel your skin hot against hers as you floated into a deep slumber, fleeing the world and its worries for just a moment. this was her answer. 

“i love you so fucking much.”

“do you?” you teased, leaning in to place delicate kisses to the underside of her chin.

she nodded, “yeah baby, i do.”

you moved to her ear, allowing your breath to lightly tickle the sensitive skin, “then you know that you don’t owe anyone anything. not those council members. not even us zaunites. you can walk away, and i will love you all the same. i just want you happy.”

“this makes me happy,” sevika smiled, rising from the couch before quickly scooping you up in her arms. 

“good, let’s go to bed.”

[theyluvjake]

im always down for munch jake thoughts 🤤🙏

- 🧸 <3

the fact this took me so long to answer bc i just couldn't formulate all my thoughts abt this... i am sorry.

but argue w the wall jake is THEE pussy muncher of all enha. like honestly i feel like he would rather eat pussy then actually fuck😭 like he lowkey has an oral fixation bc he loves to have his mouth all over you, tits included..

but above all he just wants to have his face buried between your thighs 24/7... imagine needy golden retriever bf jake who constantly is just whining in your ear like "pleaseeee, i just need a little taste.." and you can never deny him because hes so cute. of course its never a little taste because after the first sip of you hes drunk on it, arms locking around your legs holding them open so he can just devour you for hours on end.

sometimes you would be scared he was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen... bc he would not even want to come up to breathe. ughhsshsh fuck sorry jake just loves to eat pussy, his tongue is always out, i call that muscle memory!

[13eyond13]

idk how much effort this wiuld be so feel free to disregard but id kill for a compilation of misa’s fingerguns

Fantastic request!

I found 3 separate instances of

MISA + FINGER GUNS:

(1) "Misa never betrays her friends!" - (chapter 45, "Crazy")

(2) "I get it, no problem." - (chapter 47, "Impertinence")

And my personal favourite:

(3) "...the death penalty." - (chapter 92, "Night")

BONUS:

Here are a few more cute little Misa hand gestures: • the a-ok + winky face

• the newspaper thumbs up

• the "I'm a star!" peace signs

[crunchybeards]

is joel adopted in your headcanon? i swear im not trying to be rude, its just clint looks like he has braids or twists which would be unusual for a chinese or korean dude.

FINALLY THE ASK THAT LETS ME YAP ABOUT JOEL'S BACKGROUND EHEEHEEHEEEGEEHE Don't worry I don't find this to be rude or anything, a question's a question and I'm more than happy to answer them :)

But to answer your question anon, yes, I do headcanon Joel as being adopted, among fifty other things. Both Maddie and Clint are black. I quickly made this family tree (?) thinger here that breaks down my headcanons about this specific hc a decent amount. TL:DR of it is that Clint got divorced whilst Joel was a year old, got with Maddie a bit later and eventually Ben came along when Joel was four and a half. And as of the game, his sister was born two weeks later.

But yes I do hc Joel as being adopted, he does not know nor remember his biological parents in my hc (mainly because he was literally a month old lol) And he loves his family very much. This family drives me insane I swear to god.

[lovesickhughes]

I need to scoop Connor out of Chicago so bad. They’re roughing him up so badly that I NEED to boost his confidence with some sympathy head or something.

LET HIM OUTT (and into my bed)

no because literally i am waiting for him with open arms. he needs an escape from chicago and what better way than to welcome him to my humble abode. i will pamper him, support him, cook, clean, ANYTHING. like the one meme— “i’ll be there for him with open arms, and open legs and an open mouth”

i can just imagine him coming back from a rough game, and instead of being a little bratty like we love him to be, this time he really needs the consolation, and he just wants you. he’d find you in bed, on your phone or reading a book, and immediately plant himself on top of you, enveloping your body into his. your hands would find his hair instinctively, soothing him in the way your hands moved against his shoulders and neck into his hair.

and he'd start kissing your jaw, then down to your neck, shuffling against your body so he could reach your collarbone, and your chest would heavily rise and fall— the feeling of his soft kisses sending sparks through your skin. he'd be more clingy than usual and more affectionate. it wasn't out of character to come home and want to be with you, but this time there was more desparation, it seemed more of a call for help and comfort. you'd press him, wanting to know how his day was, how he felt the game went, and he'd just continue to work his mouth against your skin, now kissing your shoulder and his hand finding its place on the side of your body, grasping softly, but still tightly enough to know his intentions.

your heart would ache, body temperature heating up as he continued to paint kisses across your skin, and you'd want nothing more than to take his suffering away, softly pushing him for his body to roll over and you'd find yourself hovering over his laid back frame, and start your own work against his skin. kissing his forehead, then travelling to his defined cheekbones, slowly trailing to his mouth to plant a delicate, slow kiss on his lips, feeling them stretch against one another as you slowly pulled away, his own chin tilting up craving more of your love.

then you'd make your way down his structured jaw, to his neck, then quickly, as if he had read your mind, he'd be tugging at the hem of his blackhawks hoodie, discarding it onto the side of the bed before he flopped back onto the mattress beneath him, letting you take control.

your hands would be splayed across his warm skin, exploring the ridges of his muscles and your fingers pressing softly into all your favourite places. your hands would then slowly slide to his waistband, your eyes instinctively rising to meet his hazy gaze on your actions through hooded eyes and his bottom lip caught between his top row of teeth.

you'd reach up to place another kiss against his swollen, wet lips, before brushing his brunette locks out of his face, uttering the words of letting you take care of him which earned an eager nod from connor as he lifted his hips to allow you to slide his bottoms off. the strain in his pants was noticeable and had your mouth watering, wanting nothing more than to show your support, in what connor would say was his favourite way.

and you'd be quick to position yourself between his large, thick thighs, hand rested softly against his hip as the other maneuvered in such ways that had connor gasping, writhing for more. and let's just say he really needed that pick me up.

[ysaefinn]

So overwhelmed like I want to cry but I just can't. Like ugh, let me cry so I won't feel this heavy feeling anymore. Mommy Suguru would help honestly.

-🎱

Omg 🎱 anon same 😭 i think this is a canon event for every member of the unreasonably sexy nonchalant mysterious sigma community <//3

Mommy Suguru will actually immediately fix this tbh, he recognizes when you get this way and wastes no time to scoop you up and press you against his chest. Faint touches and gentle whispers, coaxing you to let it all out and shed a few tears, promises he'll hold you reallyyy close and that you can cling to him in turn too. And when you do finally manage to shed some tears he's there to kiss the crown of your head and tell you how brave and tough you are, and how he understands that keeping ur walls up for so long turns them into second nature, but you can be vulnerable with him, all he wants is to take care of you and nurture you, to love you properly and treat you well <333

[ohnoitsz1m]

shepvance plsplsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏

It is done :]

I just realized gheyre matchies with their ear+face markings

Sketch i didnt like

[pianokantzart]

I’ve heard some Mario Movie criticizers call Mario and Luigi’s brotherly chemistry “forced” and “unrealistic,” usually when comparing it to the 1993 movie. Thoughts?

I don't see it. Mario and Luigi's relationship on screen looked to me like just a slightly more affectionate version of me and my sisters' relationship. Didn't feel forced at all.

It's especially weird to compare it to the 1993 movie. That Mario and Luigi might have been technically brothers, but the dynamic was more father-son in nature. It's comparing apples and oranges.

[mewnia]

Anyway, @the-east-art , @browniefox , and I found the camera angle in this scene to be interesting during our playthrough the other day. Couldn’t get it out of my head haha :P

Bonus:

[waveoftheocean]

I've always liked your art, but since you started drawing superbat, I can see you've gotten so much better! Like it has an extra layer of cohesiveness or just flows better- idk if that makes sense? So yeah, just wanted to let you know that you're appreciated and make me keep drawing as well ♡ - awkward anon

aw thank you so much!! i'm really honored you've stuck with me even through my many brainrot phases 😂 i think that does make sense and honestly i agree (don't know what's in the superbat juice but i am CHUGGING it rn hehe)

you're very sweet for sending this and i hope you know that i'm cheering you on!!! keep drawing and creating and take care anon 💕💕💕

[blushedfemmes]

hi miss clarke, do you have any more thoughts on forcebutching, but specifically... on making someone get a bigger packer/strap? i love packing but i keep worrying that it will be too obvious/too much/too embarrassing/etc (lucky enough to not be too worried about safety). also got a fresh fade a few days ago and it's growing out already and i miss it.... (-🦉)

well yes! i’m forcebutching you for my own pleasure, of course i’m gonna choose what size dick you wear. i know how horny you are, how desperate to please me. and i know what’s best for you. i don’t care if it’s visible through your pants, you’ve always been so hard for me anyway, a good butch knows how to show it. a big packer’s gonna remind you to spread your legs when you sit. i want you always aware of it, a physical symbol of how i’ve made you into my perfect butch. i’ll even make you wear a pack n play (most of them are pretty big, by design) so i can drag you into the bathroom whenever i wanna be filled.

i want it to be obvious, sweetheart, but it’s the opposite of embarrassing. you should be proud that i’m showing you off, pretty butch by my side with a pretty bulge to match, always hard and ready for me to play with, just like you should be

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Helloo! I love your ABC's series of Alan Rickman's characters and so happen to see that you posted a prompt idea list a few days ago! Could you do a "wearing the other person's clothes" and "head scratches" for Lionel Shahbandar please? (Either of the two is fine if it's too much 😅) Thanks! <3

Ohhhhhhhh I love this one. We're gonna go with both here. <3

Sleepy morning snuggles

Lionel Shabandar x Reader

Lions are softies at heart, sometimes they just want snuggles and scritches

It was an early Wednesday morning in London. The sky was grey, and rain was falling steadily against your apartment windows as you moved around your kitchen to make breakfast. Movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention and you turned your head to see your lover emerging from your bedroom, still looking sleep mussed. You tried to stifle a giggle as you saw what he was wearing. "What's so funny?" He asks, with a mock indigent glare. His deep voice even more gravely than usual. "Nothing." you reply, innocently, shifting you attention back to the toaster in front of you, "Pink's a good colour on you." He shook his head, a smile tugging on his lips as he closed the distance between you. "Well, it was the only dressing gown you had, and someone made off with my shirt." He ran his hands down your sides to your hips, his palms gliding across the soft, white button up shirt you were wearing. It looked like a mini dress on you. Gripping your hips gently, he turned you to face him. "Not that I mind. I quite enjoy seeing you wearing my clothes." Leaning in and pulling you closer, he pressed a trail of soft, lazy kisses from your lips, along your jawline and down your neck. You brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and he responded by nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck. Your body relaxed fully against his. He was still warm from your bed and his arms made you feel safe and secure. You slipped on hand up from his shoulder to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his greying hair. You flexed your fingers, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails the way you knew he liked. The soft moan of pleasure he let out sounded almost like a purr. Lions were just big cats after all.

[ilysungho]

Thoughts on how dom!riwoo would punish switch!jaehyun or maybe sub!jaehyun and sub!reader for sneaking around with each other after being put on a sex ban for being too insatiable? Dreamt about it but unfortunately woke up too soon :(

giggling and kicking my feet… legit look like the stupid cheesing emoji as i read “dom!riwoo” and “switch!jaehyun” 😭 also i hateeeee when that happens!! it’s been happening to me the past few days, and i wake up disappointed because they’re usually really good dreams too </3 but anyways! i hope you like this! lmk what you think ☺️

riwoo stays late to practice, even after official group practice hours end. he has this drive to always work hard to be a better performer. but that doesn’t seem like something he should’ve been very focused on as he comes back home to hear your and the leader’s soft giggles and moans. you three lived together, and that made things all the more difficult to control when he wasn’t around. but it is what it is, that’s what he thinks as he enters the room, his appearance halting your and jaehyun’s actions as you look at the older boy’s unamused face. “what did i say? you both are such desperate little things huh?” at this point, the two of you are scrambling to get fully dressed, and riwoo does nothing but put his bag down and sit at the edge of the bed while watching you both. his cold face looks at the two of you as his fingers motion to get jaehyun to come and sit in front of him, kneeling on the floor as his pleading eyes fail to ask to forget what he just saw. "get the box angel," says riwoo. he keeps said box to use for special... circumstances, and it's usually always either to reward or to punish. you make your way back to jaehyun's side as riwoo opens the box you gave him to fish out a chasity cage. handing it to you, jaehyun's eyes get teary as he just shakes his head. he doesn't want to be the one to have to suffer with that, but he broke a promise so it's only right for him to repay... right?

you'd be muttering soft sorry-s to the puppy, tying the restriction around him as riwoo watches the two of you with crossed legs and his face resting on his hand. after you’re done though, he himself is getting up to cuff up jaehyun’s hands behind his back, and then a ball gag with a muzzle on top. it’s like… he’s getting the taste of disrespecting riwoo as he sits on the ground unable to do anything as you get pushed onto the bed to be used by riwoo as he pleases. but he doesn’t want you to feel any pleasure as he avoids entering you, instead opting to fuck your thighs. both you and puppy are suffering for your actions, but that’s what you deserved for not listening to the demands of the oldest <3

[hislittleraincloud]

THE TRAILER HAS BEEN POSTED!!!

https://youtu.be/84-KAOf4OPM

Okay, okay, I just woke up

*sleepily squeals*

ETA: IN THEATERS AND ON DIGITAL? APRIL 25TH? WHERE THEATER. WE MUST ALL GO. COME WITH ME, I'LL BREAK OUT THE CREDIT CARD.

[lavendermin]

saw your vampire jy post and i immediately started thinking about him sadly drinking on a bottle of your blood at work because he cant just call you to feed you’ve got your own things to do during the day and he doesn’t want to bother you but the blood just doesn’t taste right to him he needs to suck it directly from you 😞give this man his walking bloodbag back

Your brain is so so huge anon.

Of course you can’t readily be available each time he needs to feed. You two developed some backups for unforeseen circumstances and the like.

This was one of such instances where he’s left without your presence to enrich his day. The Seat of Divine Foresight is always cold and bleak when your visit isn’t expected.

So Jing Yuan is left at his desk, eyes scanning document after document with eyes occasionally darting to the main entrance. Like a fool, part of him hopes your schedule changes. No such luck today.

cw | blood, alcohol

An intricate cup sits near him, dark red wine fragrant as he swirls it before taking a sip. His brows scrunch momentarily, savoring the flavor. The placebo isn’t enough. And without company he can hardly convince himself to enjoy a glass.

He reaches into his desk, hand wandering to the very back where a compartment in the wood above sits cool to the touch. A light press and it opens for him to dig out a small vial of crimson liquid.

The fragrance of the wine changes immediately upon adding it. He knows he should be using only a few drops but Jing Yuan is also aware you will be back in three days whereas the entire vial of blood will tide him over for at least five.

The liquid swirls in his cup—aged and with an iron-like scent. It’s not the same on his tongue. Cold and devoid of the meaning he craves. Lacking pulse and pleasure.

It’s never the same as the lovely scent of the blood that runs hot through your veins. The liquid burns like a fine rum down his throat when he feeds from you directly—drunk on your taste.

He can’t help but recall each time he’s sunk his teeth into you as he swirls the remnants of the wine, head resting against his fist while the documents remain ignored on his desk. Yearning will do him more harm than good, but Jing Yuan is only rarely selfish. You’d scold him if you saw him sulking like this.

He knocks back the remainder of the wine, not particularly proud of the lack of elegance it probably displays. There’s hardly anyone at the main room of Seat of Divine Foresight at this time of night anyway. His teeth ache where they anticipate your skin with the taste of your crimson liquid on his tongue.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. One that will have to do until you’re back.

[blindmagdalena]

I had a really fluffy homie thought; basically cuddling on the couch under a fluffy throw blanket and watching cartoons like Rick and Morty or Bob’s Burgers. It’s probably totally ooc for HL but the holidays are always a little rough for me and this made me feel all fluffy and warm 😂

Homelander really doesn't care what goes on the TV. That's not why he pushes you down onto the couch or why he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck, snaking his arms around your waist.

The TV being on is more incidental than anything else; maybe it's for you, something to keep you distracted and still while he indulges in being more vulnerable than he usually cares to show.

Either way, he never pays much attention to it.

He's far more focused on the slightly alien feel of his bare fingers brushing the nape of your neck. He normally keeps himself so removed from the world, sensation muffled by the soft leather of his gloves.

He doesn't need the suit here. He doesn't need the world to be deafened or muted. With you, he can be raw. Exposed. Content.

This way, he can clearly feel the beat of your heart against his chest without thick padding dampening it. He wonders if you can feel the steady, strong thump of his. He listens to your lungs fill and empty, the breath from your lips ghosting over his temple and rolling goosebumps down his spine.

He can feel your mortality in every bit of you. Your whole existence can be broken down into such simple, primitive mechanisms, and yet the sum of you is something magic.

There is no frailty in the way you hold him, no uncertainty. You don't hesitate. You love him. More than that, you make it seem so easy. He can't understand why so many have failed to give what you have in spades.

He's not cold, but it's sweet that you pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over your entangled bodies. Your fingertips brush his jaw as you tuck it in around his neck. He smiles against the skin just below your ear and kisses it appreciatively.

You card your fingers through his hair, gently separating any gelled pieces that might tug. You don't have to, but it's sweet that you do.

It's sweet that you touch him like you could break him.

It's a difficult pill to swallow that in reality, you could. You could break him apart with the wrong words, the wrong look, the wrong rush of adrenaline. He would fall apart and tear the world down with him if you ever turned on him.

His grip tightens just enough to hitch the flow of your breaths.

"You okay?" You ask, hand pausing to cup the back of his head.

There it is. Your frailty. It would take so little to break your spine, and yet the echoes of that crack would haunt him for the rest of his life. The circle of your arms is a glass house, a precarious invitation for tragedy.

Sickening that the thought of tragedy still frightens him when it's all he's ever known. That fear sits inside him like an ugly, festering wound. The rot of it spills into all aspects of him—paranoia, anger, possessiveness, he feels it all with such burning fervor.

It's easier to simply call it love.

"Yeah," he says eventually, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You look concerned, so he kisses you. "M'great," he insists, shaping the words against your lips. "You make everything... great." He feels you smile at that.

"If you're sure," you say, pushing both hands through his hair. He can only imagine the shape of it after all the toying you've done with it. "You're squeezing awfully tight."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry. He won't tell you that he was testing the give of your body, sensing with his arms exactly what it would take for you to break apart within them. Not when he's so devastatingly content.

You brush his cheek with your knuckles. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"I might squeeze too tight," he says, leaning into your touch.

"You won't," you assure him.

"I have before," he counters.

You pause a moment. "You know better now."

"Sometimes." He says it like a confession. A dirty little secret for your ears alone that sometimes—only sometimes—he's not entirely sure he's doing the right thing.

The two of you sit in a poignant silence, the television paused on one of those Are you still watching? prompts.

"I'll tell you when it's too tight," you say, tipping his head back to meet your gaze. "And you'll listen to me."

He stares at you for awhile, gaze flitting slightly as he takes in the somber look of you. You've never been afraid of speaking up. Not even against him. He believes you.

And you'll listen to me.

An assertion he would balk at from anyone else. Instead, in your voice, from your soft lips, the thought soothes him.

"Yeah," he says, flexing his grip slightly. "Okay."

"Good. You can squeeze a little tighter," you say, settling your head back down against the couch.

He does. He closes his grip ever so slightly and buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. A little tighter, and you squeeze his shoulder in warning. He lets out a breath and relaxes his hold on you with it, practically melting against you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, each of you testing the feel of the other. The slow tap of warm fingertips and freely exploring hands mapping out a lifetime of potential in the others body. He's gentle out of necessity, and you're gentle out of understanding.

Homelander hits play on the remote before he settles back down. He still doesn't care for watching, but it's a means of telling you without telling you that he's not ready for this moment to end.

Blessedly, you slip your fingers back into his hair, accepting the gesture for what it is.