#what if they get caught on one of my many blankets or pillows hm...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the thing they don't warn you about freshly pierced ears is the Sleep Anxiety

[mariposa-drowned]

Some purely indulgent period comfort bc I feel like death rn.

Abby x Fem!reader

Abby walked through the door to your shared home, a cozy house in the safe haven of Jackson. She eagerly toed of her boots and dropped her pack onto the floor, relief flooding her muscles as she relaxed for the first time today. Her brows furrowed, finding the atmosphere oddly quiet, normally you'd be in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or in the living room rewatching one of your many DVDs and VHS tapes that you had traded for over time.

Abby checked around the downstairs, calling out your name a few times, trying not to panic, but she knew for a fact that you were home today, as this morning you let her know that you felt as if you were coming down with something and politely asked if she could let Maria know that you'd be out today. Abby had offered to stay home aswell to look after you, but you stubbornly refused, assuring her that you'd be fine, and it was nothing major. She made her way upstairs letting out a sigh of relief when she found your normally closed door slightly open, your shared silent signal that one of you was home and welcome to come into the room. You had this odd system to communicate easily when one of you was feeling a bit too overwhelmed. If the door was closed, you didn't want to be bothered, and it was best to check back in another 15 minutes. If the door was open, it was a green light.

Abby slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open "Angel? You alright?" She spoke softer than normal, being cautious of a possible headache.

You grumbled, rolling over in your queen sized bed to look up at your beautiful girlfriend, her braid was a bit messy from patrol, the lightest sheen of sweat still remains on her skin.

Abby's eyes widened. That would definitely explain your recent feelings and attitude with her lately. You met her gaze, looking down to the bed and seeing a small bloodstain right where you were laying before you moved to see Abby.

"fuuuucckkk this is not what I needed today" you groaned out, hopping off the bed you started stripping the sheets off the bed, throwing the blankets and pillows aside.

Abby came up behind you gently peeling you hands off the sheets "how about you go start a bath for yourself and I'll take care of this hm? I'll join you in a bit if you'd like, just leave your clothes outside the door and I'll throw em in with the sheets."

You smiled at her kindness, "thank you my love but it's my blood, Im sure I can handle it" you gave her a peck on the cheek and reached back for the sheets, before you could get your hands back on them you felt an intense cramp bloom throughout your lower abdomen causing you to clutch your stomache and fold in on yourself to try and relieve the pain.

Abby quickly caught you before you could make it to the ground, she picked you up like a toddler, you holding on tightly to her front as you buried your face in her neck. "never said you couldn't handle it sugar, just said to go start your bath, bein all stubborn and sorts" she set you down on the bathroom counter, moving to the tub to start some water, throwing a small amount of your soap in there to create a sheen of bubbles.

Abby went back to standing in front of you, you leaned forward to give her a kiss, her hands coming to your hips and rubbing gently to try and soothe your pain. She pulled away first, knowing she had to go out the sheets in the wash before they were permanently stained, not that she'd mind, but she knew you would always feel terrible about it and she couldnt have that.

Your gaze drifted down to her pants where you saw a small red spot on her cargos, her eyes followed your line of sight, "I'm sorry" you muttered out dropping your gaze to the floor in shame.

Her hand moved to grab a hold of your chin, making you look to her "hey, none of that, s'not your fault, I'm the one who picked you up, I'll just throw em in with everything else, totally not a big deal. Speaking of which, let's get you into that bath"

Abby helped you strip your clothing, easily lifting you once again to the bath, causing you to mumble out "I have legs y'know."

Abby smiled, setting you down in the bath, "I'm aware grumpy, but I like carrying you, and I didn't feel much protest, so looks like your stuck with me."

Settling down into the bath, the water soothing your aches you stuck your tongue out at Abby, to which she quickly reciprocated before beginning to rid herself of her stained pants. She could feel your eyes on her, drinking in every detail, appreciating her muscular legs covered by her boxers.

"You keep staring like that there's gonna be more than a lil' stain on those sheets" You blushed at her comment, quickly hiding your face in your hands, even though you were sitting in the bath. Abby smirked at your reaction, quite pleased with herself that she could still do that to you even after years together.

She walked over to you, bending down to give you a loving kiss on your lips, pulling away before you could pull her back into you.

"I'm gonna go throw this stuff in the wash, I'll be back to check on you in a bit"

You gave a small nod, watching her leave the room and close the door behind her to trap the heat in, you sunk back down into the bath, focusing on how the warm water slowly soothed your cramps, helping your aching muscles. You closed your eyes, letting the time pass by as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

You were snapped out of your daze by a small knock on the door, followed by the creak the old door made as it opened.

"hey sweet girl, the water is probably getting a bit cold now yeah? You ready to get out?"

Not that you had really noticed, but now that you were activley thinking about it the water was getting colder.

"yeah I think I'm ready to get out, my stomache is starting to hurt again"

"alright you pull the drain for me, do you want some help out?"

A small silent nod was all you could muster

Abby gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing how easily embarrassed you got, and not the biggest fan of asking if asking for help unless it was absolutely necessary. She slowly helped you out of the bath, wrapping you in a fresh towel.

Giving a small peck on your head she left you to continue drying off, disappearing once again into your room.

She came back with a set of comfy clothes and a washed period cup that Maria had gifted to you and many others. Setting them down on the counter she looked back to you as you started to towel dry your hair.

"You want help changing as well? or do you want me to come check on you in a few minutes?" Abby said

"I think I'll be okay to do it myself, thank you abs. love you"

" 'course baby, anything for you. I'll come make sure you aren't dead in a few minutes alright? I love you too."

A few minutes had passed and just as Abby was getting up to come check on you, the bathroom door opened to reveal you in one of abbys oversized t-shirts and a pair of your own comfy underwear, her shirt practically looked like a dress on you so you didn't mind the lack of pants.

"Hi beautiful, you wanna come lay down?" abby asked as she pat your side of the bed next to her, the sheets changed and abbys attempt at making the bed.

"ugh please do not call me that right now. Im barley passing as human at the moment"

Abby snorts at your comment. "oh no! should we take you to get tested for cordycepts?!! If you go down I'm coming with your ass, you arent getting rid of me that easily"

Her comment causes you to let out a small laugh "haha very funny. I forgot to do the dishes last night and i need to finish them, so ill come lay down after."

You turn around to walk out of the room before baby could start protesting. You genuinely thought you had gotten aways with it too, reaching the top of the stairs before being tugged back into the solid chest you knew by heart.

"in what world do you think I'm going to let my ovulating girlfriend go do house chores when she almost collapsed earlier from her own cramps" Abby eyed you down as you tried to avoid her gaze.

She bent down a bit before tapping the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. "Cmon sugar, no getting out of this one, lemme take care of you like you deserve."

You huffed, but jumped up regardless, Abby walking the both of you back to your room.

Abby set you down gently on your shared bed, situating the blankets over you til you were comfortable.

"Thank you for taking care of me" you smiled up at her

"always" abby returned the smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.

"Will you come cuddle and hold my stomach please"

"course i will. you want something to eat first though?"

"not right now, i think itll only upset my stomach more. maybe we could make soup together for dinner"

Abby slid in the bed behind you, her warm arm coming around your lower abdomen "That sounds great baby"

you hummed in content at her comforting embrace, letting out a deep breath as her warm hand helped soothe you cramps. "will you read to me? please?"

"you want me to read one of my medical books to you?"

"I dont care what you read as long as I get to listen to your voice"

"yeah I'll read to you"

[captain039]

PART 2 The lords servant

Astarion x reader

Warnings: plus size reader, light swearing, vampire things, sexual, first times, eventual smut, harassment, sexual harassment

Previous part <-

You avoided the lord at any given chance. You hoped he’d leave you be and not seek you out like he did the other servants. Though your mind was plagued by sinful dreams, you wouldn’t be toyed with. Back at your village when you were younger the boys would tease you, name calling and commenting on your weight, you’d been kicked and beaten a few times out of their hate. Cornered in the barn and abused, your father didn’t do anything and your mother wasn’t liked in the village due to rumours of her being a witch. You left home early and sought a job, very few hired you, you found servant work quiet and nobody paid you any mind, just how you wanted. You were changing the sheets of one of the guest rooms, honestly this house seemed to have too many beds and little people to fill them. Maybe the lord had family, you didn’t know. You laid down the new sheet, running your hand over it to smooth it out before tucking the sides under. You stood back up jumping out of your skin when you saw the lord leaning against the doorway.

“Can I help you my lord?” You asked continuing your task and tucking the other side.

“I’m curious” he began as you continued making the bed.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked and you froze before shaking your head and lying the pillows down and puffing them up a little harshly.

“My lord is a busy person, we have little interaction” you said lying down the quilt.

“Hardly” he scoffed lightly and you hoped he wouldn’t press as you listened to him move.

“If I’m going down the hall you will dart into a room and pretend you’re cleaning it, I call that avoidance” your body stood straight as you heard his voice by your ear. You stepped away quickly folding the top of the quilt before laying a blanket at the end.

“It’s my job to clean” you stated.

“This place is spotless, hardly needs more cleaning” he said not getting your bluntness. You looked to him, his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly and a smirk on his lips. You took in a small breath looking at his narrow eyes.

“I do what the head tells me to do” you ended simply grabbing the washing basket filled with old sheets and went to leave. His arm caught you, hand on your waist arm on your front. You tensed eyes on the floor not daring to look at him.

“Few can resist my charms” he whispered and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Even few avoid me at all costs” he chuckled.

“What’s going on in that pretty head, hm?” You looked to him with a sigh red eyes instantly catching yours.

“I have to work my lord” you said hoping he couldn’t hear your heart pounding like you did. He had a smile, but removed his arm and you had to restrain yourself from running out of the room.

The lord was planning a grand party for the weekend coming up. You and the servants had extra duty’s, you were tasked with flowers and arrangements. You headed to the florist the head servant told you about, ordering the flowers you had written down. After the flowers you went to the bakery and ordered what was on your food list. Gods this was exhausting, how much stuff was used for a party? Next you went to printing, ordering the invitations and giving the names list before you finally got to head back. You huffed opening the heavy doors before heading to the servants quarters.

“What do you mean?!” You heard the lords voice angrily and froze just by his office door.

“I thought he was dead” he hissed and you jolted.

“Then go check again and make sure his neck is slit!” The lord growled and you saw Daenan walk out quickly with a sigh. He looked surprised to see you and just quickly left, you gulped and glanced into the lords office seeing him tense and leaning against the desk, slamming his fist down. You jolted slightly seeing the sneer he wore, the casual clothes covering his body, arms on display. You faltered, but left back to the kitchen telling the head servant you’d done everything asked. You had the rest of the day free, you spent it reading in your bed, enjoying some fresh juice from the kitchen.

The night of the party had arrived, the doors were open and the heavy drapes were finally pulled off the windows letting in the moonlight. Lots of guests poured in, chatter filling the main hall and ball room. You were serving wine and appetisers, making sure to not spill anything. The night seemed to go smoothly till someone called your name. You turned seeing a group of men, you frowned slightly, but walked over.

“Did you need something gentlemen?” You asked holding the plater in front of you.

“It is you!” One laughed and you frowned, did you know them?

“Little pig” another snorted and you froze, these boys were from the village. Bror, Hion, Den and his brother Bril, the gods truely hated you now. You held your head down as they teased and laughed.

“What’s going on here?” You heard your lord speak beside you a stern look on his face.

“Lord Astarion” Bror said straightening up.

“I asked a question” your lord pressed.

“Nothing my lord, apologies” Den said their eyes avoiding your lords. Your lord gave them stern looks before calling your name.

“Yes my lord?” You asked.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as you stuttered mind flashing back.

“Nothing my lord, they just wanted some food and jest” you said.

“Excuse me” you said and left quickly, dropping your platter on the table and heading to a quiet spot. You took a deep breath trying to calm your heart and emotions. How in the hells did they end up here? Your village was nothing special, those boys were nothing special.

“Hiding behind your lord is a new low” you jolted hearing Bril. He approached with the other free and memory’s flashed by your heart pounding in your chest.

“Haven’t lost any of that piggyness either, you look disgusting, hardly a woman” Bror scoffed pinning you against the wall so you couldn’t escape.

“I remember the excellent beatings we gave you, seem they didn’t kick you into shape” Bror sneered and you felt tears down your cheeks. His hands moved suddenly down to your breasts, squeezing them. You whimpered as the boys snickered while Bror groped you.

“If you want to keep your heads I suggest you let her go, now” you looked over seeing Lord Astarion, his eyes were full of hatred and murder. His jaw tight, eyes piercing the boys around you. They stuttered and quickly left seeing the flash of a dagger in your lords hand. They left quickly as you began to cry uncontrollably, you could still feel his hands. You trembled wanting to fall to the floor.

���Come my dear” the lord said the murderous look gone from his eyes, dagger sheathed. His hand rested on your lower back as he spoke to Daenan before going into his office and locking the door.

“Sit” he ordered gently seating you on the couch. You wiped your eyes as you sobbed, this world was cruel.

“I will kill them if you desire” he said and you froze, you shook your head the thought pondering.

“Very well” he said sitting by you.

“Apologies my lord” you said.

“Don’t you dare apologise those worthless beings don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you” he said and your heart fluttered.

“They used to be in the village I lived in” you whispered.

“They’d corner me in the barn, they’d beat me while spitting insults” you added and heard him growl.

“Pathetic” he snarled and you flinched lightly.

“I’ll head to the servants room, you can return to the party my lord” you said standing up and wiping your eyes.

“My dear, frankly, fuck the party” he said standing up also cupping your cheek and wiping your eyes. You smiled lightly with a small huff leaving your mouth.

“There’s that beautiful smile” he whispered and you frowned looking to him. His eyes were gazing at you with unknown emotions, your heart once again pounding in your chest.

“Please don’t toy with me my lord” you said breaking the spell.

“I’m not toying with you” he said softly, stepping closer, other hand cupping the other side of your cheek.

“This is highly inappropriate” you whispered eyes holding his as he leant in closer.

“Is it?” He muttered breath mingling with yours as he stroked your cheek.

“Yes” you said pushing him away shuddering slightly.

“I won’t be toyed with my lord, please just-“ you didn’t know what to say as you shook your head.

“Goodnight my lord” you ended and headed to the door. You faltered, but left down to the servants room with more tears in your eyes. Not hearing the soft goodnight he said.

Next part ->

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[nohoney]

coffee & cigs morning sex drabble mayhaps??

but of course (＠＾◡＾)

warnings: somnophilia, oral sex (f! receiving)

There’s nothing cozier than the built up warmth inside the blankets. It’s hard to want to leave, like you’re rooted to your comfy mattress and to the person you are also sharing the blissful warmth with. Pillows will get moved around and the stuffy you brought to sleep with probably fell off the bed at one point, but the sleep you are in is restful and deep.

At first you think it’s your dream that makes you feel so pleasant. The tingling in your limbs that makes you giggle and sigh as you dream of something otherworldly that you won’t be able to explain later on when you wake up. Then you feel something familiar that makes you stir.

You murmur incoherently at first, your head tossing to one side before going to the other. It’s gentle, whatever the sensation your feeling is and makes you moan. Slowly your body starts to recognize what you’re feeling but your mind hasn’t caught up just yet.

Whatever dreamscape you were in, it begins to fade and crumble as your consciousness begins to awaken. Vaguely you feel yourself rolling your hips forward, a gentle rocking motion that meets a wetness that begins to become more enthusiastic. Your ears pick up on a low voice, one that you are always happy to hear when it get close to that time of needing to wake up. Then your eyes begin to flutter.

At first you open your eyes to see the ceiling, the vague color of blue hour fills the room through the white blinds that don’t really do a good job of darkening the room. But the blue hour is a wonderful time to be in. Just right before the sunrise, before the sun shines apricot light through your window and truly makes you feel like your day is starting.

“Mm…” you groan quietly and rub the sleep out of your eyes, “Hmm… Touya…”

A gentle kiss is placed on your inner thigh and he mumbles, “Mornin’…”

His voice definitely didn’t come from beside you so you peer down to see him in between your legs. “G’morning… you having fun down there?” You ask him, reaching a hand to comb his hair back briefly.

“Yeah. You were all cute humping against my mouth once I got your panties off.” Touya answers you, “Just paying you back from last time.”

A few weeks ago you decided to wake Touya up in the morning by sucking him off. He’s a bit of a deep sleeper so he doesn’t wake up as easily, but he’s always miraculously awake once he feels your mouth around his cock. Even if you’re giving him the sleepy 3am blowjob, Touya is magically more awake once his dick is hard.

“Hm, it’s nice.” you hum and relax your body. One of your hand reaches down to grab the collar of your boyfriend’s shirt and pull him up towards you. It’s always imperative that you get your good morning kiss, even if the first thing in the morning Touya was doing was eating out your pussy. It’s vital to start your day.

The both of you hum into the kiss before he pulls away, tossing off his shirt and pulling his dick through the easy opening of his boxers. You give an off handed comment of lazy but it’s not really acknowledged by him. He swiftly pushes your satin cami top so that your tits are bare for him, his hand giving an appreciative squeeze first before his lines himself up against you.

Touya eases himself in little by little and your mind wanders to the many nights the two of you have woken each other by giving each other head. It makes you want to explore a little further so you ask, “Do you think you can do it next time with your dick? Waking me up I mean.”

“You sure you’re okay with that? You want me to fuck you in your sleep until you wake up?” He is concerned that maybe you’re just speaking in the moment and not giving it too much thought, but he can’t deny he’d like to give it a try. The two of you have already given each other permission to wake each other in the middle of the night for sex, but this was slightly different.

“Mm-hmm! Want you to do it!” You gasp when you’re filled by your boyfriend with your eyes rolling back briefly.

“Nuh uh. We’re gonna have a proper conversation about this later.” Touya decides that he won’t confirm it right now. Not while you’re horny for his cock so he doesn’t want you saying things that you won’t mean later on.

“But I already said-!”

Touya shuts you up putting his palm over your mouth and starts to rut against you. God there is nothing like you cumming on his dick first thing in the morning. It’s blissful to have your warmth wrapped around him this early just as the sun begins to rise. Even your muffled whines into your palm are cute too.

He adores you to pieces.

Eventually he needs both hands to help himself fuck you better. They place themselves on your hips and he holds you in place, finding a steady rhythm that suits the mood of the morning.

“Nngh! T-Touya! ‘M cumming!” You already announce, the cloud of pleasure hazing over your mind and starting to make you dumb. Turquoise eyes look down at you in amusement, already dick drunk so early in the morning. Your hands grasp at your own tits, squeezing them in your hands and pinching one of your nipples for him.

Breathy little moans are swallowed when he leans down to kiss you. “God… fuck, can I cum all over your tits?” Touya mutters against your lips when he pulls away from the kiss, “Can I, doll?”

He’s given a jittery little nod so Touya picks up his pace. The bounce of your tits and your sweet voice as he fucks away into you, he likes to start his morning this way before getting out of bed.

“Squeeze them together, I’m about to cum!” Touya gives you a quick warning. You push your tits together and your eyes follow his movement. You’re practically in awe as he cums all over you, warm against your skin and so thick as you feel it drip slowly.

While you’re calming down, Touya is fetching his discarded shirt and wiping you clean with it. No matter what you’ll end up taking a shower but at least he cleaned most of it off first. He remembers the first time he lagged on getting a cum rag to wipe you down, you got a little snippy afterwards and complained that being covered in cum is always hot in the moment but then just uncomfortable once clarity sets in.

He’s diligent in wiping you down, making conversation about what he plans to do today and when he’ll back from his own errands. Your own plans consist of staying indoors, baking a cake that you’ve been meaning to try for a while, and then scrolling on your phone.

Coffee is being brewed but only a single cup today; you wanted tea instead for this morning.

Coming out fresh from the shower, you look towards the window of the living room to see sunshine illuminating the space. Being in this personal space that you’ve built with your boyfriend along the with sound of him prepping his morning coffee really makes you feel like you’re in a real home. But then again you think that about anything when you get good sex, it just happens to make you more appreciative.

“Here doll, it’s ready.” Touya sets down one of your mugs onto the little dining room table. You sit across from him, putting your feet in his lap and thank him for making your tea this morning. “So about earlier…”

The two of you discuss with one another over your own beverages. From things in sex you want to try to wanting to rearranging some of the furniture or possible future events that you and him or may not want to attend so you plan excuses in advance.

Touya departs with a kiss and tells you he’ll text you later when he’s coming back so you’re left to your own devices until he returns. The first thing to do is make the bed. It’s a crumpled, inviting mess to lie in again as you move towards it. You smooth away the bedsheets, frowning when you see a dried spot that stands out against the color. Knowing all too well that it’s Touya’s cum that probably spurted from his dick when he finished all over you, it figures that a few drops are missed.

Instead you start your day with cleaning the bedsheets.

[nhasablogg]

I dont wanna monopolize all your prompts but maybe a short one where Spencer won't/cant go to sleep/is drinking too much coffee to stay awake so someone tickles him to tire him out? Or just to convince him to get some actual rest?

-M

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Hotch, Reid

A/N: This is probably ooc, but I don't CARE I wanted to write about Hotch and Reid. Also tweaked the prompt a little, hope that's okay!

Words: 1.3k

Hotch didn’t make it a habit to profile his profilers. It didn’t seem ethical, especially not if it didn’t affect their abilities to work. Which was exactly why it took him slightly too long to realize that Reid was sleep deprived.

“How many hours of sleep per night does a person need to function normally?” he asked him that afternoon.

Reid looked up from his paperwork, one hand gripping his fifth cup of coffee. “Between seven and eight depending on age.”

“I see. And how many do you get on a nightly basis?”

Reid straightened, his lips pursing. “I sense I made a mistake.”

“How many, Reid?”

“Mmm.”

“Reid.”

“Maybe two?”

“Two?”

“Not every single night of my life!” Reid scrambled to add. “But. Recently.”

Hotch rubbed at his temples. “Jesus. For how long?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Reid. You need to lay off the coffee.”

“It’s not because of that,” Reid said, holding up his hands. “It’s the only way I can focus during the day. It doesn’t matter how tired I am at night. I just can’t seem to sleep.”

“Nightmares?” Hotch remembered when Morgan had approached him about it a few years ago, when Reid’s nightmares had started.

Reid shrugged. “Partly. I’ve been able to handle them before, though.”

“We experience new things all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you find it harder now.”

“I’m not ashamed.” But he wouldn’t meet Hotch’s eyes now, turning back to his pile of papers.

Hotch huffed, wondering how to approach this. It wasn’t as if he could physically make sure Reid was sleeping.

Unless…

“I want you to take a nap right now.”

Reid turned back to him. “Sorry?”

“We have a couch and a quiet room for a reason. This job’s demanding. I order you to go to sleep.”

Reid held up his cup. “But I’m five coffees down,” he said weakly.

“Then starting tomorrow you’re not allowed to have any more coffee past noon and will take a nap after lunch.”

“Sir, with all due respect-”

“No arguing.”

Reid’s mouth snapped shut, but Hotch caught him mumbling something along the lines of “Morgan will tease me to death” as he left him.

And Morgan did, stopping only when Hotch shot him a look the next day. “I think I should enforce this rule on everyone if I’m being honest. I doubt you’re taking care of yourselves as you should.” Everyone squirmed, refusing to look at him. “Hm. Reid, come on, the room is ready for you.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You look exhausted as it is.”

“I’m fine, Hotch, I promise.”

“Didn’t I say no arguing?”

Reid sighed, following Hotch into the room. It was nothing special really, but it had a couch by the wall, a table and a chair for when you needed complete privacy while working or eating, and a small window with the blinds closed, just in case you needed daylight. Hotch rarely was in here, and he had no doubts his agents barely knew of its existence.

“There’s blankets and extra pillows,” he said, pointing to a basket. “You get an hour.”

“What if I can’t fall asleep?” Reid asked quietly, arms crossed. Holding himself rather than displaying defiance, Hotch noted.

“Just resting is also good for you.” Hotch softened, taking in the young agent. How much he’d seen much too young. “Please try, Reid. Please.”

Hotch left him before he could reply.

*

Reid found him 27 minutes later, hair somewhat unruly and his eyes containing something that nearly scared Hotch a bit. “I can’t. Hotch, I can’t.”

“Reid, Reid, calm down. What is it?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Reid-”

“I just can’t, I-” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”

He saw the frustration in the kid now. How he probably spent weeks trying and failing to get the rest he needed. How that was slowly etching itself into his bones and spilling over.

Hotch sighed, wondering if he was crossing a line. “Come with me.”

They went back to the room and Hotch had him sit down next to him on the couch.

“Relax,” he told him. “It’s okay. I want to try something.”

“Okay.”

“I do this to Jack when he can’t sleep. I know you’re not a child,” he added when Reid opened his mouth. “But I think this could help as long as you’re not uncomfortable with me touching you.”

“Uh.”

“Or we can get someone else to do it. Maybe Morgan.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Jack relaxes when I stroke his back,” he explained, finding himself smiling softly. “I figured sometimes you just need to know that someone is there. It also helps you relax.”

Reid exhaled. “Is that- something you want to do for me?”

“Of course.” Hotch said it with no hesitation, although still wondering if it was appropriate. But their job literally involved them sleeping and eating and crying around each other. He saw no reason why this would be different. “If you want me to.”

“I guess it can’t hurt,” Reid mumbled, suddenly blushing and turning away from him. “I, uh, should I lie down?”

Hotch hadn’t thought of the details. “Yes, I’ll- I’ll sit on the chair.”

“Okay.”

It was awkward, as they shuffled to get in position. Hotch wheeled the chair over, realizing it was probably much too high for him to comfortably touch Reid, but it would have to do. Reid was facing the back of the couch, visibly tense and waiting for Hotch to approach.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Are you gonna keep doing it until I fall asleep? Because that will probably take hours.”

Hotch really hadn’t thought this through. “I’ll do it for a bit just to help you relax, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna touch you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was strange, to be petting your co-worker, but to be fair it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d done for this job. Reid lay completely still as Hotch let his fingertips run over his back, over his spine and shoulder blades and the nape of his neck. He shivered slightly, which made Hotch smile. Despite everything Reid hadn’t lost his humanity.

“How’s that?”

“Feels good,” Reid mumbled. Hotch could imagine him blushing, eyes closing and mouth slightly agape.

“And a little weird?”

Reid breathed out a laugh. “And a little weird,” he agreed.

Hotch laughed too, running his fingers down Reid’s spine toward his lower back. “Well, hopefully you’ll relax anyway- oh.”

Reid had twitched away from him with a yelp, glancing back at him briefly enough for Hotch to catch his panicked expression. “Uh.”

“Did I cross a line?” Hotch asked, equally as panicked.

“No, no, I just- Ugh.” He turned back around, pressing his face to the couch. “I think I’m good now, sir, thank you, you can leave now.”

“Reid, what-”

“I’ll fall asleep in no time.”

“Reid.” Hotch grabbed his arm. “What happened?”

Reid sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“If I overstepped-”

“You did nothing wrong, it just tickled.��

“Oh.”

Oh.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

“How could you have known?”

“I’ll be more careful. Is it just your lower back?”

Reid didn’t reply instantly. “My sides. Back ribs. Shoulder blades if you’re being very gentle.”

“I see.”

“Neck too.”

“So I have about one fourth of your back that’s safe to touch,” he joked and Reid groaned, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry. I’ll be careful. Although it would have been fun to hear you giggle.”

“I don’t giggle.”

“I’m sure that’s a lie.” In a moment of rare playfulness, Hotch gave Reid’s side a poke, earning something akin to a shriek. “Sorry.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“I think I know what to do now next time you refuse to sleep.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Now be still and let me continue. I promise not to tickle you.”

Reid did. Hotch deserved a medal for keeping his word.

[wellthebardsdead]

The loved & the forgotten pt29

Part 28 here

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Vivienne: *slowly blinks awake and smiles feeling his husbands both embracing him amongst the blankets and pillows, the bliss of waking up to his first day of married life almost enough to blot out the memory of what happened the previous evening, but not quite* … *glances at the door considering getting up to finally go investigate outside* … *glances back at taliesins sleeping face and smiles giving him a kiss, before looking up at Kaidan and nearly pissing himself in fright* KAI!

Kaidan: *wide awake just smirking playfully at him* caught you thinking of sneaking off into trouble didn’t I~

Taliesin: *jolts awake and immediately groans and pouts as he cuddles vivienne tight while feeling around for Kaidan to pull him into the snuggle puddle* hnnnng noooo, it’s too earlyyyyy. And I’m sore��

Kaidan: *lays his arm over both of them pulling them in tight, squishing vivienne between them* I know love, you danced quite a bit last night, and handled those reavers too…

Vivienne: those rea-

Kaidan: *leans down silencing him with a kiss, pulling away slowly with a soft whisper* shhhh… we’ll talk about it when nerevar and voryn get here… for now let me just hold you both and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist… just for a little while.

Vivienne: *stares up at him, then back at Taliesin to see the high elfs tired green eyes peering at him from behind his pillow* …mm. *closes his eyes and stretches with a long drawn out yawn before melting into their embrace* okay.

Taliesin: *smiles and nuzzles into his neck*

Kaidan: *closes his eyes and hums contently as he brings them both in closer* thank you.

*a few hours later*

Vivienne: *now dressed and quietly inspecting outside the house before the rest of the settlement wakes, only to find it stripped of all evidence from the night before, no blood, no bones, no bodies, not even a track mark left by the lurkers, except for an odd shape beneath the ash* …hm?… *crouches down and dusts it away revealing a blade* oh?… *dusts more away and pulls up a rather unusual, jagged dagger from the earth* what the?…

???: Lost something?

Vivienne: *looks up to see voryn & nerevar approaching* You know I haven’t… what happened last night? Who were those people really? Why are they after me?…

Voryn: *furrows his brow and removes his chitin helm with a deep sigh, heart hurting at how vivienne immediately knows, not assumes, knows, he’s the one they’re after* let’s go inside. We’ll discuss it in there.

Nerevar: *helps vivienne back to his feet and blinks seeing the dagger* Ethos?

Vivienne: what? Oh is- this yours? I found it in the ash-

Nerevar: I… it was mine, vivec gave it to me before the battle of red mountain, I found it once more during my time as the nerevarine but… it disappeared one day, along with Vivec’s sword and the mask.

Vivienne: vivec had a sword? I?… if it disappeared then those people had it yeah? They brought it here then to use it against me?

Nerevar: if they had intent to use it for violence then they’re no worshippers of vivec. *ushers him inside with voryn* it’s a tool of obligation, for bartering or negotiation.

Vivienne: I… they intended to negotiate with me? *walks into the kitchen and sets it down on the table as Kaidan and Taliesin begin setting out breakfast*

Taliesin: Weapons off the ta-… what is that?

Kaidan: Weird looking knife is what it is. Morning you pair, many green faces around town today?

Voryn: *chuckles as he sits down* oh yes~ we spotted a few outside the netch who’d celebrated a little too hard.

Nerevar: *sits beside him* they were certainly putting the retching to the netch-

*barfing from down the hall*

Vivienne: it sounds like Sero is doing the same. *smiles giving kai and Taliesin a kiss each before sitting with them and looking at the blade* can I please be filled in on the people after me now? Before we take mannimarco to the temple to be cleansed?… please?…

Nerevar: *looks at voryn & nods*

Voryn: *sighs and places the artefacts brought to him by his men on the table, along with the tong assassins reports* Cultists of the tribunal had more of a foothold on the island than we’d anticipated… a temple dedicated to them was located a ways from the settlement and its occupants were dealt with. But unfortunately not all of said occupants were present, said unaccounted for cultists, turned up here last night, dressed as reavers minus their leader, who was dressed as in decommissioned royal guard armour.

Vivienne: *eyes wide staring at the mask of Almalexia and the hopesfire blade, both now stripped of their magic but undeniably artefacts of the tribunal* wh-what?… *shakily picks the mask up and drops it as images of the foul murder return to his mind and his body seizes up* I-

Nerevar: Vihn!

Kaidan: Love?!

Taliesin: Darling?!

Voryn: *reaches across the table taking his hand in a firm grasp* Breathe vivienne…

Vivienne: *draws in a sharp breath before opening his eyes and steadying himself* I’m- im fine… I’m, im fine… *shakily pulls back from voryns hand and grips onto Kaidan and Taliesin* I’m… im safe… I’m safe… *closes his eyes tight for a moment before opening them with a slow exhale* I’m okay. *looks down at the mask as nerevar pulls it away from him* I thought… I thought you said it was destroyed?… along with sotha sils?

Nerevar: they’re supposed to be. I shattered them with my own hands. *casts a simple mage light and holds it behind it showing cracks all through the fanged face of his former wife* it seems they put it back together though…

Vivienne: I’m worried what else they may have put back together… if they had such an established base here on such a small island… there could be more in morrowind… or as far as skyrim… there’s most likely branches in the empire as well…

Taliesin: darling I’m sure it’s not that bad-

Kaidan: No love, he’s right to be cautious. After the fall of the tribunal there’s no telling how far their followers spread. Especially since worship of them would lead the persecution.

Taliesin: … *sighs* I suppose you’re right, I should know given the wide spread hidden talos worship I was assigned to track down- darling?

Vivienne: *stands slowly and rubs his face* I’m going to go help Miraak prepare mannimarco… after he’s cleansed of what Bal did to him, I’m going to see the temple for myself-

Everyone: NO!

Vivienne: I wasn’t asking. *turns and walks out, his tone short and his tolerance for being kept in the dark any longer even shorter*

*a few hours later*

Vivienne: is he alright?…

Miraak: *emerges from the temple holding mannimarco amongst a number of blankets, the high elf unconscious, but the markings left by Molag Bal now gone from his skin at last, and a strange serene look of peace across his sleeping face, contrasting the cold sweat left from the ritual* he survived. Whether or not he’s alright, we won’t know until he wakes.

Vivienne: *gently fixes the blanket over the high elf a little more* take him back to the manor and keep an eye on him…

Miraak: you’re serious about investigating this hidden temple then? On your own?

Vivienne: I am… and you know as well as I, I won’t be alone. *looks back to see the rest of the group gathered nearby, prepared, and waiting to follow him* Whether they like it or not. I’m tired of running away, and fed up with hiding… and I’ll be damned if I let a group of cultists ruin my honeymoon any further.

[seraph-of-sizes]

omg thank you so much for the g/t lyney headcanons🥹! I was dying for g/t stuff with the new fontaine cast😔. I wanted to ask how you think lyney would react to meeting a borrower for the first time?

Like maybe he doesn’t know borrowers exist till he sees one running across his desk after a performance or they get stuck in one of his magic tricks…do with that what you may.

(can you tell im a lyney main suffering from lyney brain rot😭)

I love to write the Fontaine sibling so much, they're my kids <3. Feel free to send me more Lyney requests anytime :D

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Lyney had believed he had seen it all, but nothing could have prepared him for the tiny creature Rosseland had plopped down on the desk in front of him.

The Grin-Malkin cat, true to his nature, had a wide Chesire grin as he sat proudly over whatever unfortunate creature he had decided to leave as “food” for him or Lynette. He still wasn’t as good with cat-mannerisms as his sister.

“What did the cat drag in this time?” He sighed, walking over to his desk to inspect the poor creature. As he got closer his brow furrowed. For one, it was moving, and two it looked like a tiny human… not a rodent.

He watched the creature closely, only for his eyes to widen as they began to frantically back away from him, closer to the edge of the desk-

“Careful!” He sighed as he caught the tiny creature…person? “That would have been a painful drop.” He inspected the being closer only to freeze as he noticed they were hyperventilating. He couldn't have that! “Hey..it’s alright. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Here.”

He gently set the being back onto the table, shooing Rosseland away. “Now I do fear that we have gotten off on the wrong foot…well hand? Hm. Anyhow,” He sighed. “I apologize for Rosseland, he’s quite the trickster, though he never harms innocent creatures. Ask my dear sister, we’ve had to carefully release so many mice.”

“P-please just let me go…” He nodded immediately. 

“Of course, I never intended to keep you here. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” Lyney glanced at the table and winced. “Let me move you to the floor at least, I’d feel absolutely horrible if I let you try and climb all of that way on your own.”

The tiny person glanced between him and the edge of the table, slowly patting themselves as if looking for something, only to grimace as they didn't find what they were looking for. They looked back up at him in slight terror. “I…is there…another way?” They seemed to swallow and fidget with their hands as they avoided his eyes.

Lyney bit his lip as he tried to think of another way for the tiny person to get out of this predicament. “I could drag some pillows and blankets over that you could jump into?”

The tiny person began to nod before they glanced to the side and went pale. Lyney turned and sighed as he saw Rosseland staring at the tiny person intently. 

“Darn cat.” He shook his head. “I’ll make it quick I promise, then I’ll grab Rosseland so he won’t get you again.”

“D-deal.” The tiny stuttered, nodding frantically.

“Alright.” Lyney, glad he was well suited for handling fragile things with ease, quickly grabbed the tiny person and whisked them onto the floor before leaning up and grabbing the mid-pounce Grin-Malkin Cat. He then took several steps back and watched the tiny person sprint away.

“I’m Lyney by the way.” He said as an afterthought as he struggled to keep his hold on the cat in his arms.

He almost thought the little person hadn’t heard him, but a short turn and a wave was given before they darted into a small crack in one of the countertop’s trims.

“Bad cat.” He huffed, gently ruffling his fur, earning a soft hiss and a paw smack.

[moemoemammon]

im so sorry i dont know how to format this but could i request hcs of mc walking into one of the brothers rooms in the middle of the night and being like “um i had a nightmare.. can i stay with you”🧍if not its okay though!! :]

I Had a Nightmare...

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer always keeps his door locked when he's asleep, so you took a gamble in choosing to come to him for your post-nightmare comfort. Luckily, the eldest is a night owl so he's awake.

He looks up when you enter his bedroom, currently sitting on his bed and reading a book. He's about to scold you when he sees the face you're making.

You don't even have to tell him something's wrong, because he can tell. He sets his book aside and gestures to the empty side of his bed.

Once you climb in, Lucifer shifts slightly, just so your arm is pressed against his own. It's like an invitation for you to lean in if you want, and should you choose to, he'll wrap you in his arms and carefully rub your back.

"A nightmare, hm? It's interesting to think that there are things that can scare you, considering where you are right now. But there's nothing for you to be afraid of. After all, I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you, so long as I live."

Mammon

Mammon startles awake the moment you enter his room, nearly toppling out of his bed in the process. Grrr, he could've seriously gotten hurt! What're you trying to pull, suddenly barging into his room like th-

Oh. Oh.... He takes one look at your face and all that anger of his fizzles out into nothing. He's a little self conscious being shirtless and all, so he awkwardly tugs on a tshirt that's been tossed to the floor, and makes his way over to you

What happened? Did someone do something?? Ah.. a nightmare, huh? Mammon's big brother instincts are taking over, and he's pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing out all your worries.

And when he's finished, he ruffles your hair and gestures to his bed. A human like you still needs to get their rest, so you should try to sleep some more. But if you really can't, he's not against the idea of the two of you bundling up and watching a movie or something.

"You're like a little kid, ya know? But don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna chase away those bad dreams o' yours, no problem! ...Hah? Whatdya mean 'that's cheesy'?? I'm being serious here!"

Levi

Levi's definitely awake when you enter his room, but he doesn't notice you. His computer monitor has his undivided attention, and his headphone are drowning out the sound of your entry.

So it takes you tapping his shoulder for him to react, and boy does he react. Levi nearly has a heart attack and only calms down when he realizes it's only you. Did you come to play games? You should've texted him and he’d set everything up! But wait... that's not it?

You had a nightmare and of all the places you could go, you came to HIM?? Levi's having a hard time pushing down the grin on his face, but he collects himself for your sake. Now's no time to be feeling giddy when his best friend is in need!

He might not be great at comforting people, but he knows what helps him when he has nightmares. So he wraps you up in a blanket and pulls up a chair for you to use so you can watch him game. This is better than thinking about that other stuff, right?

"I'll turn down the screen brightness, and- UWAH! W-wait! Um... no, it's fine. I don't mind if you lean against me like that. You're tired, so it's probably more comfortable like that. I'll keep still, okay..?"

Satan

Nightmares aren't something Satan experiences often, being born of rage and the only pure demon in the house. He reads enough horror novels that he's practically become immune to anything scary.

But that doesn't mean he never has bad dreams, so when you come into his room to tell him about yours, his expression softens up. You caught him in the middle of reading, but you're more important than any silly book.

Satan gives you that warm look he reserves only for you (and cats), and gestures for you to come closer. He's got the second comfiest bed in the house, the first being Belphie's. Topped with warm quilts and plenty of pillows to support him as he reads, you're wrapped up in warm comfort once you join him.

Especially when he wraps an arm around you, giving you a curious look. He can be a little too curious at times, so he immediately asks what your nightmare was about.

"If you're interested, I have a guidebook for dream interpretations. I could try to find out the root of your worries, or... you could spend the night here instead? I wouldn't mind having you by my side until morning."

Asmo

Asmo is VERY invested in his beauty sleep. Even a slight deviation in his schedule could be disastrous for his complexion! His brothers know better than to disturb him lest they feel like dying, but you? You're the only exception... Lucky, huh? ❤️

When you touch him, he barely stirs. It takes a couple of shakes to get him to wake up, and then he's whining and grumbling until he realizes who's there. How could he be upset when he gets to wake up to your gorgeous face?

But right now.. your expression isn't bright and sunny at all. You look distressed, and he soon learns it because a pesky nightmare has been harassing you all night. He couldn't be happier that you chose HIM of all people for your comfort!

While there are many things he could do to help you forget about your bad dream, he opts for carefully guiding you into his bed, cooing sweet nothings until he's got you in his arms. You're enveloped in the smell of his sweet body lotion while he presses kiss after gentle kiss across your temple and down the bridge of your nose.

"There there, love. To think a nightmare has put you in such a state.. It's unforgivable! I'll get rid of all those worries so you can spend the rest of the night dreaming about my beauty! Or... about you and I. Wouldn't that be the perfect dream?"

Beel

Beel sleeps almost as soundly as Belphie does, and his monstrously loud snoring drowns out most sound, including your quiet knocking on his bedroom door.

But when you come in and tug on his sleeve, Beel's eyes blink open and he lets out a confused grunt, letting his eyes focus on the darkness around him. Where did that mountain of rainbow pizza go?? He wasn't even halfway done, and- Oh. MC.

You had a nightmare?? Beel stands up immediately and wears a look of worry, pulling you into a gentle hug. You look like you need one.

He's not the best when it comes to comforting words, but he can just show you how he feels. That's good too, isn't it? Maybe if he hugs you for long enough, you won't remember your nightmare.

"Do you want to take my bed? I'll sleep on the sofa, so- ah. Together? ...That's fine, too. I'll hold you close, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Belphie

The heaviest sleeper in the entire Devildom, it's a literal miracle that you managed to wake him up. Still, he's only half awake, and staring blankly at you while you explain why you're there.

A nightmare, huh? He's had plenty of those. If that's all it is, then just climb into bed with him. Belphie lazily pulls back his blankets and opens his arms for you, gesturing expectantly.

And once you're nice and cozy, he pulls you even closer until the gap between you is closed, and all you can feel is his warmth. He buries his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his breath.

His slow, heavy breathing makes you wonder if he's fallen back to sleep just like that, but he gives your side a reassuring squeeze and lets his eyes open slightly to look into yours.

"Must've been pretty scary if you came all the way here. No matter how many bad dreams you have, I'll be right here when you wake up. It feels better to wake up in my arms, doesn't it?"

[auro-moved-account]

Rest easy, I'll protect you.

Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 600~

Warnings: Sleep depravation

Summary: Only when your weeping started to die down could you hear his quiet humming, a melody you had never heard before. He went quiet for a moment.

“Do you want to cuddle?”

The light of the sun on the horizon was already making itself known before you had found peace for the night. You could only burn the candle at both ends for so long before the fatigue caught up with you, and when it did, it hit hard. Too many nights of overtime and covering for your coworkers left you with not only little time for your own activities, but also no time for rest.

The frustration of it all was enough to bring you to tears. In your exasperated state, you were visited by one who had heard your cries in the night. A gentle knock on your open window frame and a quiet greeting revealed to you the identity of your visitor. You squeezed the pillow in your clutches harder to muffle your sobs, even though you knew that he knew very well what was going on by now. You listened carefully for his reaction.

Venti let out a soft sigh, and with a few quiet steps made his way over to you. You felt the mattress shift ever so slightly as he sat down next to you. He placed a hand on your back, gently caressing you through the fabric of your weary pajamas. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath before you let out a loud sob and could no longer keep your cries at bay.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like this. Only when your weeping started to die down could you hear his quiet humming, a melody you had never heard before. He went quiet for a moment.

“Do you want to cuddle?”

In response, you pulled yourself up and away from your tear stained mattress, and slipped both arms around his waist before leaning your whole body into his.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

You felt his arms come to rest around your form, gently massaging your back with his fingertips. You took in his scent, and were immediately able to tell he’d come straight from windrise. The smell of windwheel asters and freshly picked apples still lingered on him. He’d likely been composing a new melody before he came to check up on you, and even more likely was it the one you heard him humming earlier.

“Sorry I interrupted you.” You muttered, burrowing your face in the fabric of his shirt. It was still cool from the evening breeze.

“Hm? Oh, you weren’t Interrupting anything, darling. Just some boring practice, that's all.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Of course, nothing comes before making sure you’re okay anyways.”

Your tense muscles finally relaxed, and as you let out a shaky breath, you could feel the drowsiness coming on again. You reached out for your blanket before remembering that too was still wet with tears. For a moment you contemplated getting up to find a new blanket, but Venti tightened his grip around you. You looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“There’s no need, my dear. I’ll keep you warm for as long as you need, so please relax.”

For a moment you were confused, until a dim light shone from him. It was gentle enough to not hurt your tired eyes, yet still mesmerizing as you watched his wings materialize from the light. Venti had mentioned to you in the past that he had wings once, but playfully refused to show you upon your request. Now, you found yourself thinking that the wait was worth it. The wings gently wrapped all around your body and kept you close to him. Feathers as soft as the gentle summer breeze gently caressed your exposed skin. It felt soft and warm, and in your exhausted state, you could barely keep your eyes open. Venti pressed another kiss to your forehead, and rubbed the last remaining tear from your cheek away.

“Sleep well, my warrior. May your dreams be sweet.”

[harryhoney-bee]

i really liked the idea of y/n starting to speak russian during the fight! it will be great!!

Idiot - Russian!reader

Summary: Harry and y/n get into a fight and Harry finds a way to make amends.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: Bestie I'm so sorry I took this to write your request!! I'm a Brazilian gal so I'm sorry if the Russian doesn't make sense, please let me know about any mistakes

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Harry and Y/n were a very petty couple when they were angry at each other, their fight could last for days because none one of them would give in. Harry was very arrogant to say sorry, and Y/n had a hard time opening up and confessing when she was in the wrong.

Right now they were having a pretty heated argument because Harry was at home while Y/n was at a restaurant waiting for him. What happened was that Harry had completely forgotten about their date, unlike Y/n, who left her work to go straight to the restaurant. The man got caught up in the making of his new song and didn't take any of Y/n’s calls, after 1 hour of waiting she decided to go home, hoping Harry was there.

When she stepped her foot into the living room she felt anger rather than relief, since they hadn't talked the whole afternoon because of Harry’s work. He was sitting down, writing on his notebook when she snapped at him, making the man scared, considering he didn’t hear her coming in.

“Really, Harry? I’ve called you 7 times, sent a million messages just to find you here?” She said angrily, taking her shoes off and putting them on the side of the door. “I had to get an uber because my boyfriend forgot about our date and also happened to forget to show a sign of life.”

He looked at her surprised, putting his notebook down. “Fuck, I thought we were having dinner tomorrow!” He got up from the couch, a remorseful expression on his face. “I’m so sorry, love. I had my phone on airplane mode.”

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to their bathroom with him close behind. “It's whatever, It’s not like this happened many times before.”

He was fast to notice the sarcasm in her voice, knowing well that she didn’t forget the two other times he forgot about his date with her. “Baby, please, let me apologize, c’mon.”

“I don’t want your apologies, Harry, I want you to start caring.” She went to their walk-in closet to change from her dress - her favorite dress - to her pajamas, Harry was at the door, staring her body up and down, but he didn’t say a thing about her matching lingerie.

“I care about you, Солнышко (little sun),” he says, carefully walking in her direction until his chest was touching her back.

She rolled her eyes at the pet name she taught him. Harry knew very well how soft pet names made her, especially ones in her native language, but that wouldn’t work now, because she was pissed. “You need to start caring more, тупой (idiot).” Y/n got off his hold, heading to the bed.

“Hm, what does that mean? Forget it, I don’t think I want to know,” Harry said, sitting by her side as she laid on the soft blankets, ignoring him as she scrolled on her phone.

“Yeah, you don’t,” she said coldly.

He placed a warm hand on her thigh. “I’m truly sorry, my love.”

Y/n took his hand from her thigh, not saying a word, hoping he would understand she wanted to be alone. The girl looked for her AirPods on their bedside table, putting them in her ears and turning on her music, completely ignoring Harry’s presence.

Harry sighed, deciding to leave the room. He was feeling guilty, he really forgot about the date, sometimes he would get so caught up with the lyrics and melodies that he wouldn’t even notice the time passing by.

Well, now it was too late to feel guilty, he needed to make it up for his mistake.

..

Y/n was enjoying her time on TikTok, still feeling hurt by Harry’s action. It had been 2 hours since they spoke for the last time, and the man hadn't tried to talk to her again. Smart move, because she would probably throw pillows at him until he couldn’t walk.

She wasn’t wearing her AirPods anymore, which made her hear the soft knock on the door. She stared at it, waiting for Harry to appear, but he didn’t, instead, a piece of paper passed through the crack in between the door and the floor. Y/n got up from the bed, feeling confused, she picked up the paper, reading the message written in very sloppy Russian handwriting.

Я знаю, что напортачил, вы позволите мне это исправить? Иди на кухню, у меня для тебя сюрприз.

с любовью, Гарри.

Ps .: Я скучал по тебе весь день

(I know I messed up, will you let me fix it? Come to the kitchen, I have a surprise for you.

with love, Harry.

Ps.: I missed you the whole afternoon)

Y/n was still mad, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the paper in her hands, it was very clear he had used google translate. Even though she was trying to teach Harry Russian, it was still a pretty hard language to learn, but she needed to give him points for trying.

She spent some time thinking if she should see what this surprise was. If it was any other day with any other fight she wouldn’t go, but she was rather curious to know what Harry had planned. Y/n carefully made her way to the kitchen, where she found their dinner table filled with food and small candles burning in the middle of it, they were scented candles, she could tell by the smell of lavender filling the room.

Harry was organizing the dishes, very familiar dishes. She recognized they were all Russian food, food she hadn't seen since the last time she went to her home country to introduce Harry to her family.

The man didn’t notice she was standing there, so he was quite surprised when he heard her excited voice. “Harry! Is this Медовик?” she said, pointing at the honey cake right in front of him.

Harry looked at her surprised, happy to see her after spending the whole afternoon apart. “You came here!” He said cheerfully to the girl, who was staring at the amount of sweets on the table. “Do you like it? I found a confectionery that made Russian sweets, and since I was a dick earlier, I decided to make our own date night.” He was a bit nervous, scared that she would reject his date, but she didn’t, instead, she wrapped her arms around his body.

He hugged her back, kissing her head and filling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. “Don’t you think I’m completely forgiving you, though,” she told him against his chest. “If you ever forget our date again I won’t ever talk to you, and I mean it.” Harry knew she was serious, but he also knew that he would never forget any more dates with her ever again.

“I’m sorry, I was an idiot, or how do you say? A тупой?”

“Yeah, you are a тупой, can’t deny that.”

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Hey there! Hopefully it’s an OK time to make a request! I truly love your Alpha17/Obi fic, “Just Right”!

Hoping that a prompt of Alpha 17 finally making it to the Negotiator and pretty much stalking Obi and courting Obi in a very gentle and patient un-Alpha 17 way ends with some sexy and soft love making?

Anything will do! I just love this trope and the story you’ve created has been on my mind since it was published!

🥰😍🥰😍

Oooooooh! Well, I couldn’t quite do all the courting (that probably would have gotten longer than the original fic) but! I did do a little bit about the next time they run into each other! Thanks for the request! I have a few more in my inbox that I’m working on, as well!

This is VERY SPICY. SO SPICY. NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. Feat: intercrural and bjs and Feelings that 17 wishes he weren’t having.

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17 felt jittery in his skin from the time he heard that the Negotiator was going to make a stop on Kamino. It was an...unusual feeling, and one he found he disliked immensely. He tried to burn it away sparring with his brothers and, when that failed to work, he grabbed a group of shinies and led them on a run around one of the longer loops on the city.

After the third such loop, he still felt itchy along his bones and gave it up for a loss, retreating to his quarters and the quiet of his fresher.

He’d received a few messages from Kenobi since they’d last worked together. They’d been the usual sort of thing. He’d kept track of mission reports coming out of the Third System Army, too, making sure they routed through to him and reading over the lines of text.

He scrubbed a hand back over his short hair. He’d wanted Kenobi to come to Kamino, wanted an excuse to go back into the field. He hadn’t expected this strange twisting in his gut when he finally got what he’d been hoping for.

That did nothing to diminish the feeling.

He blew out a breath. Kenobi was still a day away, but 17 could imagine him well enough, picture his flashing eyes and that pleased little smile of his. He recalled - their memories were, after all, perfect - the stretch of bare skin and the tight, wet, marvelous heat around his cock.

He’d imagined it all, often, while touching himself in his bunk.

His own hand didn’t come even close to comparing. But it was what he had. What he’d had, anyway, but Kenobi was coming to Kamino…

17 frowned around his bunk and wondered how one went about asking for a repeat of the three days they’d spent in transit, fucking on every available surface.

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Kenobi walked into the city with his cloak damp and sodden across his shoulders and a grin on his face. He nodded a greeting at 17 and fell into a conversation with Master Ti, and 17 tried not to think about how easy it had been to capture both of Kenobi’s wrists in one hand, pressing them down against the floor and sliding into his body, impossibly, and--

Kenobi glanced his way, an eyebrow raising, and 17 met his gaze evenly, shrugging with one shoulder. He’d made no secret of how much he’d enjoyed their activities. It would be pointless to try to pretend he hadn’t thought about it. Often.

Still, he knew how to be professional. He set the thoughts aside and focused on the discussion.

#

17 managed not to dwell too much on what they’d done throughout the day, but that didn’t stop him from steering Kenobi back to his quarters when evening finally arrived.

His quarters were built larger than most places in the city. The ceilings were tall enough to allow him to stand easily and the bed actually fit his proportions; it would swallow Kenobi, make him look so small, sprawled across it. Compared to the cabins on the cruisers, his room must have seemed huge.

Kenobi looked around, nodded, and said, “Certainly to scale, I have to--”

And then 17 backed him against the wall, slid a hand against his shoulder, and curled down enough to kiss him.

Kenobi moaned against his mouth, shifting from a conversation into the kiss easily, like switching gears on a speeder. He tasted good, mouth hot and sweet, his hands sliding up over 17’s armor, and 17 had taken him against a wall, held him up so easily - Kenobi barely weighed anything - and encouraged Kenobi to curl legs against his waist, because they wouldn’t fit all the way around 17 and--

“How do you feel,” 17 panted out, drawing away just enough to speak, “about a good hard fuck?”

Kenobi rasped out a sound, hair still a little damp from the rains outside, and said, “Oh, I’d quite enjoy that, but, hm, our options are somewhat more limited, this time.”

17 frowned, keeping Kenobi tucked against the wall; it was easy, blocking him in, and satisfying on some deep level. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” Kenobi said, clever fingers sliding along his armor, undoing latches, so he must still have been interested. “It’s been nearly two months since last I’ve seen you.”

“So?” 17 asked, not following, as Kenobi floated his chest plate somewhere across the room and placed it down quietly. He wanted to get his own hands on Kenobi, start taking off his robes, but once he started doing that, well…

Following the train of this conversation would grow harder.

“So, I’ve spent two months around all the men in the 212th,” Kenobi said, dry, and for a moment that made no sense as an explanation, until it did. Kenobi had explained, during one of the periods where they’d both needed a rest, how his people’s reproductive systems worked.

After two months, his reproductive organs would be perfectly compatible with all the men in the 212th. There was no way he’d be able to take 17. Not safely. 17 frowned, something twisting fast and hot and unpleasant in his gut at that thought, wondering if any of them realized. If they’d like the thought as much as he’d liked it, when Kenobi fitted him just right.

“Oh,” 17 said, drawing back, setting aside the flash of unknown emotion and a deeper sense of disappointment. Kenobi had been the only person he could--

“But I’m sure there are other options we can explore,” Kenobi said, following him, an arm sliding over his shoulders. “Unless you’re not interested?”

17 considered it. His disappointment almost had him shaking his head, sending Kenobi to his own bunk. But… they’d enjoyed themselves plenty, last time, and not just when he’d slid into the sweet embrace of Kenobi’s body.

And he didn’t want Kenobi to run off.

He frowned and asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Kenobi grinned, pulled himself up to take a kiss, and said, “Come here, let me show you.”

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Kenobi positively got lost in the middle of 17’s mattress, just like 17 had known he would. He looked small - smaller than usual, even - spread out across the sheets, bare skin all on display, covered in freckles and scars.

17’s cock ached, a solid throb of need between his legs as he stroked himself with the lube Kenobi had pressed into his hands. Kenobi had told him to get very slick before rolling onto his stomach, 17’s pillow shoved under his hips.

“You’re sure this is what we should do?” 17 asked, hearing the doubt in his own voice.

Kenobi glanced over his shoulder - kriffing hell, the way he looked - and flashed a smile. “I think you’ll quite enjoy it,” he said, “just give it a try.”

17 grunted, but, in truth, he felt utterly incapable of refusing Kenobi when he was all stretched out, back bowing from the pillow under his hips, the insides of his thighs slick and shiny with lube.

“Come here,” Kenobi coaxed, shifting his ass back and forth, and, well. 17 wasn’t going to say no to that. He slid forward, hands moving over warm, perfect skin, knees making the bed dip, tilting Kenobi back towards him.

It was so easy to blanket him. 17 could cover him completely, and had, before, on a battlefield to shield him from shrapnel. But there were no explosions in his quarters. Just slick, warm skin as he sank down over Kenobi, cock brushing over the curve of his ass.

Kenobi hummed, tilting his hips back further, and 17’s cock slid forward, easy, between his legs.

“There you go,” Kenobi murmured, pressing his strong thighs closer together and - oh - the pressure felt good, good enough that 17 rocked his hips forward, cock sliding on slick skin, feeling all the lean muscles in Kenobi’s thighs and--

And the hot, wet slide of him, of the place where 17 could no longer fit, and he groaned, frustration and want all tangled together.

“You feel so good,” he rasped out, hips dragging back and pushing forward again, feeling the head of his cock just catch at - at the edge of Kenobi’s body and oh he wanted, but he could only drag the top of his cock along, sliding between the tight pressure of his thighs, muscles flexing against him and--

He dropped to his elbows, his arms long enough to still hold him up off of Kenobi’s back. He could look down, across Kenobi’s bright hair and the bunch of muscles in his shoulders. He could see Kenobi’s hands, clenched in the blankets as 17 moved between his legs, lube making the glide easy, friction building up the heat between them, Kenobi’s ass hard and firm against his hips each time he pushed forward.

He could remember taking Kenobi like this. Force, he’d remembered taking Kenobi like this, so many times, cock sliding in instead of forward, he’d be so tight, so wet, so hot, and--

17’s orgasm caught him by surprise and he groaned, head dropping forward as his cock jerked between Kenobi’s thighs. He shifted his hips back, unthinking, wanting the come all over skin, not his pillow and sheets.

“See,” Kenobi started, tilting to look over his shoulder, “I--oh!”

He looked gratifyingly startled when 17 pushed onto an arm, grabbed his hip, and flipped him onto his back. His chest was flushed - but only a little - and his cock stretched up towards his stomach, still hard.

17 could fix that. Wanted to fix that, so badly it made his jaw ache.

He shifted around, put a hand on Kenobi’s chest to keep him still, and bulled his way between Kenobi’s legs, curving over.

He tasted his own come, when he licked over Kenobi’s cock, sliding his lips down over heated skin. His come was everywhere, there always seemed to be so much of it when they did things together. It streaked over Kenobi’s thighs and--

And 17 couldn’t help but bringing his other hand up, sliding over skin, between Kenobi’s legs and - kriffing hell - it was there, too. He groaned, helplessly, and Kenobi echoed the sound, fingers scrambling at 17’s hair as he rubbed two fingers through the slick smear of his own come.

Kenobi cried out, all thick with pleasure, when 17 slid those two fingers over him, and then, with a renewed throb of want, into him.

Kenobi felt so tight around his fingers, hot and wet and squeezing. He knew how thick his fingers were, wondered if they were just about all Kenobi could take in his present state, and the thought made something in his spine go all white hot.

He bobbed his head, sucking as he moved his hand, curling his fingers while Kenobi’s legs curled up around his shoulders, while Kenobi gasped and tried fruitlessly to squirm under him, the sounds escaping his throat getting thicker and louder and--

17 swallowed when Kenobi gave it up for him, smiling at the feel of Kenobi’s body squeezing around his fingers, clenching in waves. He slid his fingers back and out, giving a last suck, after a long moment, and Kenobi gasped his name.

He looked...dazed and relaxed, sprawled on the bed, uncomplaining about 17’s hand on his chest, his heartbeat translating up into 17’s fingers. He looked...soft. And peaceful. And 17 felt, again, the way he had on their trip, that he’d very much like to keep Kenobi looking that way all the time.

He shivered at the thought, shook his head, and said, “You’re right, that was a good idea.” He cleared his throat, and, before Kenobi could start gloating, pulled both of Kenobi’s legs up, over one of his shoulders, and went on, “Do you think it would work like this, too?”

[ashestospace-fics]

Greedy for you

Characters: Mammon x MaleReader

Warning: E/NSFW

Minors dni or I'll personally call your parents

Tags: TopReader,praising kink, Mammon being a little bratty, dry humping, demonic female and Male genetelia description and penetration

It was frustrating, Mammon felt like he was going to combust at any moment as he watched you with cross arms and a pout. It's been like this for almost a whole week, the rest of his brothers have been sweeping you away and taking you away from him. He couldn't spend five minutes without someone interrupted and he felt like throwing a fit, he wanted your attention! He wanted you to cuddle him and pay attention to only him. After all, he's your first pact, your first man, he clearly more important and comes first than the rest. So why are you spending more time with Levi than him right now?!

He just happens to be looking for you, not finding you in your room already this late at night. He was in the search until he heard your voice downstairs in one of the living rooms. He peeks slowly, spotting you with the 3rd brother setting the t.v, both of you talking about one of Levi's many animes as he let you do the fixing. Head duck down behind the t.v as you turn it on. Mammon almost wanted to pull you down the legs and drag you out when you lifted your shirt to whip the sweat out of your face, causing both demons to blush slightly at the sudden expose skin. What was enough to tic the Greedy demon off was that you wink back at Levi when you notice him blushing. Now he just HAD to intervene.

"OI! human! Get up!" He exclaims as he darted over to you. Grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up to the ground.

"Wow, okay, what is it now Mammon?" You blurt out seeing his frustrated expression.

He slams the door behind you, letting go of your wrist to flop down on your bed as he stretches his whole body over. A huff leaving him as he threw his arms around like a fish out of water frustrated as he felt your eyes on you.

"Hey wait a minute! He's helping me out here for game night" Levi exclaim backed.

"don't care, later Nerd" Mammon practically dragged you out the living room by the shirt. You could only mouth a 'Sorry I'll see you later' to Levi as you got dragged away. The whole way back to your room Mammon refuse to respond to you. Mumbling to himself who knows what, that just kept you, even more, confused at his sudden behavior.

"well are you gonna keep gawking like a fish or you gonna tell me what's up?" You casually responded as you made your way over to him. He stops thrashing around as he looked up at you with a frown.

"It's late and I need ya" he blurts out tugging your arm.

".....you haven't been spending time with me..." He mumbled out, his eyebrow twitch as he sat up pointing at you. "So I demand you to watch a movie with me! Right now on your shitty laptop", you blink a few times as you stare at him, a small sigh leaving your lips as you made your way into the bed as you drag your laptop out of your nightstand. You knew you weren't paying much attention to him this week, so it didn't surprise you he was throwing a fit.

"Alright, alright, no need to be acting like a brat. You should have just told me how you were feeling sooner" you replied, opening the laptop as you sat behind your pile of pillows. He just pouted at you, his cheeks turning light red once you patted your lap. Mammon didn't think twice as he crawls over to you, making a home between your thighs as he brought your blankets up to cover both of you.

A satisfied smile dance on his lips as he snuggled closer to your chest. One of your legs moving over his as you wrap your arms around his waist as you lean back. Soon enough whatever bickering remark he had to try arguing with you faded away at your warmth. A deep sigh left him as he presses his ear against your chest as his eyes focus on the movie. This is just what he wanted, you all of himself wrap around your arms secure and safe. None of his brothers around, no silly business, just the sound of your heart and breathing and the occasional laughter from your deep voice from a funny scene on screen. It was just perfect, that is until his other sense became hyper-aware of other things.

Sure it's been simply a week since you two hang out properly, but it's been way longer since you two slept together. Mammon really couldn't help feeling needy at the sudden thought of you pinning him down, stuffing him full. He could feel his cheeks heat up as he shifted on his spot. Bitting down his lip as he tried taking his attention back to the screen. The feeling of your crotch right against his ass now a bit more noticeable than when you two started the movie.

But hell how could he? Every gentle caress of his side from your large fingers, a simple innocent touch was stirring him up so easily. Mammon couldn't help it, he couldn't help moving his hips up and down so slowly against you. His hand holding into your thigh as he could feel your length against the fabric of your sweat pants. The idea of getting caught now and question only started to fueled in his arousal and threw away any little care he had from just spending quiet time with you. Now his head was aiming for something much more, greedy little devil wanted something much more now.

Your own eyes had already left the screen as soon as Mammon started shifted on top of you. The slow grind of his ass against you now having your complete attention as you pretended not to notice yet. Your free hand reaching over to munch away on some candy you had in a bowl. The other hand that was on his side trail under his shirt and hold into his waist. A shaky breath passes Mammon's lips as he grinded back harder against your half-hardened cock. The low chuckle that left your throat made him look up with flush cheeks. You pop another piece of candy into your lips.

"greedy little boy are you? You want me so bad for yourself today huh?" You laugh even more as he turns around to smack your chest. Embarrassment running all over his face as he straddles your hips as he pouted at you.

"Don't blame me! You have been spending time with those losers instead of me!" He protested. You only smile innocently at his pout as both your hands hold onto his waist.

"I'm sorry, but you know I try my best right? After all, I'm the one cleaning after you dorks" he huff as he rested his forehead against yours. His cheeks getting darker as his eyes looked down.

"I know..., But come on, I'm your man! I want more time with you" you place a hand on his cheek, making him look back up at you with a more flustered expression at your tendered one.

"I know I know, so greedy for me, I promise I'll make more time for you" you mumble out between kissing his heated cheeks.

"Why don't I make it up to you? Hm? Give my needy boy a little reward and a treat?" You added as he trail kisses his neck. A whine leaving Mammon as you grinded up against him. He eagerly grinded back as he holds on to your shoulders.

"T-that doesn't s-sound..so bad-oh!" He jolted at the feeling of your tight dig down into his skin, making him release a sweet whimper as you licked the spot you bite down on. Lips sucking on the tender flesh and letting it go with a pop.

"yeah? You think you can hump against me and cum just by that?" You asked as you pulled away. A smirk danced on your face as he grinded more desperately at your suggestion.

"w-wha-no! P-please, don't tease me like that, I want you to touch me" he protested, making sure to grind hard down against your erection. Feeling the wet spot already forming on his crotch as he panted heavily. The friction was already too good for the greedy demon, letting his own body take control even if he wanted to go further. His eyes flutter close as your hands rip him of his jacket and shirt, a shaky breath leaving Mammon as your thumb rub circles in his perk nipples before trailing down.

"look at that, all wet and messy already? Such a needy boy Mammon" you chuckled at the whine he let escape. His hips jerked up as the rough pad of your finger rubbed against the slit of cunt.

" M-Mmh shut u-up, I can-cant help it" he whine loudly when you push him to lay on his back. Eyes almost glossy as he lifted his hips for you. Ripping him from his pants easily, his erection stood tall along with the whole damp that trail up to the tip of his cock and down to his silky cunt that was still cover by his boxers. Mammon couldn't help but to look away bashfully, a part of him always embarrass with the hungry expression you always gave him, but also with how vulnerable and small you always made him feel in these moments.

"p-please...please MC..." He begged quietly, hissing as your hand trail up to pump his length. You trail down to kiss his cheek softly before nipping at the heated skin.

"really? Cause you don't seem that far from cumming with how hard you're humping my cock"

"Okay, okay Baby, be good for me now and I'll give you everything you want.." you chuckled again. Your eyes locking with Mammon as you strip from your clothes, the sigh sending another wave of heat to Mammon's core as his dick twitch at the sight. Once pull your sweat pants down and expose your cock it was enough for him to let out a whimper at the sight. It was so hard and twitching that he could feel the heat radiating from beneath you, causing his hips to grind up into nothing.

"shh, shh I know baby boy" you cooed as you rip him from his boxers. Now it was your turn to feel light-headed at the sight. Even after so many times you always felt taken back at the big difference in demon anatomy, or in this case genitalia. It wasn't that big or too thick but the shape sure was interesting, small curving bumps like a horn. The color bright yellow and the tip almost turning white. While the slit around it was dripping into a darker shade of yellow mustard as his cunt clench around nothing, a too-familiar little bundle of nerves on top that also begged for your attention.

It took almost all of you to rip your eyes away as Mammon started squirming under your gaze. He was getting uncomfortably wetter by your harsh gaze. It was all too tempting for you to just dive down and take him in your mouth but knowing how needy he was now it was no time for teasing or foreplay. Your hands gently rubbed his knees and thighs as you align yourself against his entrance. Rubbing yourself against his folds earning the sweetest moan of your name as he hooked his legs around your waist.

Pushing yourself in slowly had both of you groaning loudly at the wonderful stretch, Mammon could feel each pulsating vein of your cock dragging against his spongy walls as he bottoms you out completely. Both of you panting heavily against each other before you lean down to capture his lips into a gentle kiss. Mammon's hands making their way around your neck as you sucked on his lips and letting them go with a pop. Slowly trying to calm down his breathing as you let him get comfortable. You brought your hips back before thrusting back in hard. Making the demon harsh his back as he let out a scream of pleasure, your hips grinding against him as you felt your eyes almost rolled back with how hard he was clenching down on you.

"m-me too baby, touch yourself no-now before I cum into your little cunt" you pulled back any self of control to not come at the dumb fucked look he had in his face as his hand shakily reach down to pump his length desperately. Mouth agape and drool passing his lips as he watches where both your bodies are connected. It was he needed to finally jump over the edge and cum all over his stomach and chest as you kept jackhammering into him. One of your hands reaching under his knee to hold it up as you gave one last thrust and painted his walls white. The demon let out a dragged-out whine as his body twitches at the feeling of being filled up. His body finally giving out and falling limp as he panted for air. You follow along and panted heavily, pulling out of him slowly to look at the mess you both did of your poor Bed.

"s-so close, right there! O-oh fuck I'm so close-" Mammon's eyes crossed as his head fell back.

You let out a low groan at the pulsating feeling of his walls trying desperately to hold you in place as his voice started to become horse with how much he was screaming now. Hitting the bundle of nerves inside of him that has his toes curling.

"hmm, good boy" you breathe out patting his twitching thighs as your other hand rubbed the tears that form in his eyes.

"h-hm fuck, such a good boy taking my cock so well" you growled out, starting a heavy pace. Both your hands resting beside his head as you let your weight fall into him with each hard thrust. It didn't take long before Mammon was moaning his head off as you turn his brain into goo. Each drag of his walls against your cock sending sweet shocking electricity all over his body. Chanting your name almost like a prayer as he holds on to you for dear life. His cunt milking you off every time you pulled back to slam into him, your sheets already soaked with how much he was leaking.

You ran a hand across your sweaty forehead as you threw the blankets to the side as you stood up and grab a few water bottles. Opening it up for Mammon to take. Brushing off the sweaty hair of his face as he sighs at the gentle touch.

"does my greedy demon want to take a shower with me?" You gently asked as he drank down the whole bottle in one go. A small smile on his face as he looked up at you.

"you know the answer to that"

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could you make a picture of Levi or Eren, where he is sick and y/n takes care of him? love your imagines ❤️

“Sick Days,” Eren & Levi Headcanon

The only gif of Levi and Eren I could find. Its fitting ;)

Summary: Levi and Eren’s s/o taking care of them when they’re sick

Warnings: none none

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Levi:

It had shocked you to see when Levi had gotten sick, he’s usually the healthiest between the both of you plus he made sure everything was always clean and spotless. He would always go overboard to make sure anything wasn’t even slightly dirty, he was beyond picky.

Definitely a germ freak. Hated anything dirty or germ related.

But the day he suddenly caught a bad case of the cold, you were quick to force him to stay in bed and take a few days off until he was better.

It led to him bickering with you, him refusing to stay in bed and do nothing. He hated to lay around when there was work to be done but you argued with him until he finally gave in.

You had walked into the bedroom, holding a tray with a variety of things laid up on top of it. You seen him cuddled underneath the blankets like baby, his tired eyes moving to look at you when you walked into the room.

“You feeling okay?” You quietly asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over to caress his cheek.

“Eh.. but get any closer and you’ll end up getting sick too.”

“I don’t care about that, I care about you getting better.” You rolled your eyes, moving the blankets and gesturing him to sit up.

“I got you soup and tea, just how you like it.” You moved the pillows up against the headboard for him to lean back on comfortably, his eyes looking at you and he gave you a small smile.

When you had handed over the steaming hot bowl of soup, you had sat beside him and ate a simple sandwich, glancing over at him from time to time. You could tell how frustrated he was with being sick, his nose too stuffy to even breathe and the lingering sore throat that made him want to cough every few seconds.

Now you can see why he’s such a germ freak, he turns into a angry child when he’s sick. You laughed under your breath at the thought, leaning forward to grab his cup of tea and hand it over to him.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice was low yet very groggy, you could barely tell it was his own voice.

“Nothing nothing, you just act like a big baby when you’re sick.” He grunted at your response, giving you a cold stare and another laughed slipped out.

“Whatever, maybe you should get sick then.” He said with amusement, your head automatically shaking as he stared at you.

“No thank you, Captain. This one is all you.” You had put all the dishes back on the tray, grabbing the medicine you had brought and handed it over to him.

He let out a baby like whine, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the medicine, already wanting to gag without even tasting it yet. You scoffed at him, opening up the bottle and poured the liquid into the small cup and held it out for him.

“I don’t want to take that.” He groaned, crossing his arms over his chest and you raised your eyebrows at the little fit he was throwing.

“Levi, you’re not five. Take the damn medicine.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and forced him to grab onto the small cup.

“But this medicine is so disgusting.”

“I don’t care, take it before I force it down your throat.” His eyes went wide at your response, mumbling curse words under his breath as he stared at the liquid.

He scrunched up his face, not wanting to even have a tiny taste of it on his tongue but the look on your face was a bit more scarier than having to take this medicine so he quickly chugged it down, almost gagging at the taste and reached over for a cup of water to take afterwards.

You held back a laugh at how dramatic he was, setting everything to the side and lifted up the blankets for him to lay back down. You tucked the blankets around him, brushing the small strands of his hair off his forehead.

“I hate you for that.” He said dramatically, making you gently pinch his cheek on purpose and smiled.

“Quit being a baby, taking the medicine will make you better faster.”

“So? It’s nasty, I rather stay sick than take that.”

“Okay, big baby.” You responded, standing up straight and you felt his hand wrap around your wrist gently.

“Stay in bed with me, please.” He said, making your heart swell up and you simply nodded.

You had climbed into bed beside him, hearing him cough made you cringe but when he moved himself over to cuddle into you like the baby he is, his head on your chest and his arms secured around your waist, it had made your heart flutter.

You didn’t really mind him being this close, you didn’t really care if you would get sick, as long as you made him feel better- that’s all that mattered to you. Your fingertips had traced shapes on his back before moving up to massage his scalp, instantly making him fall asleep on top of you.

Soft snores had left his parted lips, his arms still tightly around you and you glanced down at his sleeping state. You continued to brush your fingers through his hair, trying to lay completely still because you were afraid of waking him, he needed the sleep.

Even though he was sick, you thought it was cute of him to be extra clingy and dramatic, it was definitely an experience to deal with him and try to take care of him without him throwing any fits.

You planted a kiss at the top of his head, making sure the blankets were pulled up enough to cover him up and your eyes had stayed on him, making sure he was sleeping peacefully.

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Eren:

(Adult Eren hereee)

Eren was an idiot at times, at one point he was fully convinced that being a titan meant he was almsot untouchable and he could heal from pretty much anything.

That is until he got sick.

He stayed out training one day while it poured down with rain, making him completely soaked and cold but he continued until he felt like he was done with training.

The next day, he woke up almost coughing up a lung which woke you up. You rolled over in the bed, shooting him a tired yet dirty look at how badly he was coughing and blowing into a tissue.

His bright eyes had moved over to look at you, his nose red and the guilt written across his face when he noticed he woke you up.

“I told you that you were going to get sick from being out there last night.” You scoffed under your breath, ripping the blankets off of your body and stood up.

“I don’t need a lecture, Y/N.” He mumbled, wiping his nose and you looked over at him.

“You’re a pain sometimes. If you listened to me, you wouldn’t be in so many shit situations, babe.” You teased him, moving down to ruffle up his already messy hair.

He groaned, trying to slap your hand away from his head and you grabbed a hold of his chin to look up at you. You could tell how tired he was, his lips parted open as he stared up at you, a small smirk coming across his lips.

“Are you going to take care of me, hm?” He asked, making you roll your eyes playfully and let go of his chin.

“Why should I? You never listen to me anyways.” You teased, making him place a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“Oh c’mon, you know how great you’ll look in a Nurse outfit taking care of me.” He fake pouted, giving you a puppy eyed look and you stared at him.

“Definitely not wearing a Nurse outfit for you.”

“Why not?” He whined, his large hands reaching up to grab onto your hands and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Just shut up, you should be worried about getting better and resting.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed loudly at your response.

You smiled down at him, moving your hands away and stood up straight. You had fixed his shirt that you were wearing and turned around to go towards the kitchen in the small house you owned not too far from the scouts main base.

Eren had stayed in bed, pouting and having his arms crossed over his chest while you made some tea and a small breakfast. While everything was cooking, Eren had walked out of the bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket as he huddled towards the couch.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Because I missed you.” He said sweetly, making you shoot him a amused look as he cuddled up on the couch, his eyes looking over at you in the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but grow soft at how cute he looked on the couch with the blankets wrapped around him, it was even wrapped around his head.

After everything was done, you set it all on the coffee table in front of him and sat beside him as he blew into another tissue, making you cringe at the noise.

“Take medicine first, please.” You handed over the medicine and he surprisingly took it with no issue, you were convinced he would throw a fit over it.

But when he took it, obviously this being his first time trying it, his face completely scrunched up and he looked as if he was going to spit it out but realized he couldn’t. He forced himself to swallow, almsot gasping for air and coughing.

“So dramatic.” You mumble, shaking your head as he reached over for the cup of hot tea and took some sips.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He coughed again, taking a few more sips and gave you a dirty look like you were at fault for the medicine being nasty.

“Please, quit being a child and eat.”

He had grumbled a few words under his breath, making you look over at him before eating the small breakfast. Eren had opened up the blankets, wrapping it around the both of you as he stayed close beside you.

He didn’t hesitate to eat, you could tell he was starving at the way he was eating so quickly. You had to remind him to slow down and take his time but he never listens— that’s why he was sick.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek and you glanced over at him.

“Be careful, I don’t wanna get sick.” He looked at you like he was offended again, his eyebrows raising in amusement.

He suddenly had tackled you down on the couch, his arms wrapping around your body and peppered sloppy kisses all over your face, making you place your hands on his bare chest to try to pull him off.

“Eren, stop it!”

He stopped to look down at you, his eyes lighting up and a small smile on his face but as the pounding headache started to hurt his head more than it did before, he couldn’t help but cuddle into you like a giant baby, keeping the blankets around the both of you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

“Why are you saying sorry now?” You asked him, glancing down as his head laid on your chest and your fingers brushed through his soft hair.

“Because I feel like shit.”

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[seita]

— live now: redlove | eijirou kirishima (m.)

pairing: eijirou kirishima/reader ft. katsuki bakugou.

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟷𝟼𝟹𝟽

cw: cam couple!au, prohero!bakugou, established relationship

tags: voyeurism (bakugou’s pov), dirty talk, masturbation, humilation/degredation, begging, light praise, rough sex, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light spanking, baku has a crush

note: i have no excuses for this lmao. i was originally gonna make this into a fic where bakugou joins u nd kiri but,,,i kind of want to make this like a series or something????

—  bakugou enjoys porn. especially live cam porn. he discovers the cam couple redlove and is immediately smitten.

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Bakugou watched porn. Just like every other guy on the planet. He enjoyed it, especially since as a pro-hero, he didn’t have the opportunity to get into sustainable relationships. He was the #2 hero so finding himself someone who wanted him because he was Katsuki Bakugou and not Ground Zero was near impossible. 

So, he turned to porn. Sounds sad now that he thought about it but truthfully, he never thought twice about it. It was just the way things were. 

More specifically, he had an interest in cam porn. The live stream kind. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why that was ― there was just something alluring about watching porn live. 

Usually, he stuck to solo girl content, every once in a while he’d venture to the male side. It was only recently, however, that he discovered the booming community of couples cams. 

Watching couples have sex live was even more enticing than watching men and woman masturbate or watching amateur porn. It seemed so intimate, watching these couples together. Almost forbidden. 

And he was sure that was exactly what made him cum so hard every single time. He liked watching these couples have sex, feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Many times, he’d stroke his cock to the idea of being humiliated by a couple as he watched them together. Filthy thoughts and words filtered into his mind, his eyes closed as he panted to the idea. They’d call him disgusting, a pig for getting hard watching ―  how only a slut would act as lewd as he did. Maybe they’d shame him; #2 pro hero Ground Zero a pathetic whore. 

It wasn’t until one night, he laid in bed browsing the couple’s livestreams on his favorite website, he discovered one couple that immediately caught his eye. The thumbnail showed a redheaded guy with spiky hair sitting on the edge of the bed with a pretty girl with marvelously smooth skin sat behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. The young man’s hair color must have been the inspiration behind their channel name: redlove. He could only assume they had just started the stream and were looking at comments when the picture set. 

The stream was titled “We had a long day”. Bakugou couldn’t help but scoff at such a title, it was hardly enticing. Most streams had things like ‘watch me squirt until i cry!!!’ or “he makes my pussy hurt so good” or some other cringy shit. He would have been tempted to scroll past but he couldn’t deny just how attractive the couple was. Not to say there weren’t attractive people doing cam porn, no he’d seen his fair share of beautiful women and handsome men. 

But redlove were stunning together. They looked like a perfect match, he could tell just by how you were holding him that just oozed affection for the redhead. 

Another thing that caught the blonde’s eye was the view count: most cammers had in the double digits ― 20 or 30 viewers. Every once in a while he’d catch a particularly popular cammer and see a few hundred but it had never exceeded 200. So the live view count, the number of people watching them at that exact moment, was currently displayed on redlove’s stream link had him baffled.

Edging on 800 viewers. Sitting at 782.

It was clear the two of you were immensely popular. There had to be a good reason. 

Curious and thoroughly intrigued, he tapped the screen of his phone to get into their stream. 

It took a moment to buffer, all the activity with the chat making it lag a bit. When it finally finished loading, Bakugou felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. His cock was immediately hard, straining against his boxers.

It was clear the two of you had been streaming for a while, judging by the fucked out blissful look on your face. Sweat glistened on your skin in the illuminating light of your bedroom.

You were on your hands and knees, your redheaded boyfriend on his knees behind you on a messed up bed, a pillow nearby that Bakugou assumed had been used to prop your hips up at one point. Your hair was wrapped tightly in his fist, using it for leverage as he hammered his cock into what Bakugou could only imagine was an absolutely dripping wet cunt. 

The sounds you made were downright sinful, your lips swollen from no doubt kissing and biting. The redhead grunted suddenly, jerking you up onto your knees so your back was pressed against his chest. Bakugou couldn’t resist reaching down to palm his aching cock, throbbing and painful from neglect. 

Your boyfriend groaned, glancing at the camera, “Everyone’s got a good view of your little cunt now, huh?” he growled moving his grip from your hair to your throat, “You like that, I can feel you squeezing me at the thought of all these people watching your pussy stretch on my cock. You’re stuffed so fuckin’ full you can barely stand it, isn’t that right?”

Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The4 dominance the redhead exuded rivaled his own and the way you so easily fell submissively to him was beautiful. There was so much trust in you ― knowing your boyfriend would take good care of you. Bakugou’s heart ached ever so slightly at the idea ― it was clear your relationship was a good one. It was something the pro hero would never hope to have himself.

You didn’t respond, your eyes rolling back in your head before closing. Your mouth was open, no sounds escaping due to the tight grip the redhead had on your throat. Your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, legs spread to let him fuck your hole with everything he had. Your weight was braced completely on him, your partner dutifully supporting your body as you let him have his way.

With his free hand, he palmed your breast, pinching your nipple harshly to make you keen. Bakugou felt his cock throb at the sound. It was so whiny, pathetic. You were so completely submissive and at the mercy of your boyfriend. And you were loving every second of it. 

Bakugou couldn’t deny he enjoyed witnessing it himself.

Your cunt was stretched wide, the HD camera giving spectacular quality to the way your juices dripped down the length plunging into your body. It dripped off of his balls and down your thighs. So fucking messy. 

The redhead’s cock was big, something Bakugou himself could even feel envious of despite his own well-endowed size. Your cunt was tight, no doubt requiring a good amount of preparation to take him. He wondered if you enjoyed the stinging burn of pain when you took the cock. The blonde made a mental note to check out your part streams later.

“Gonna...gonna cum,” you gasped, warning your boyfriend. 

He scoffed, sounding annoyed, “Do it then. I don’t give a shit.”

“Please, can’t!” you sobbed, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. He wore a cocky grin, knowing your pleasure laid in his hands. 

“Why?” he teased, abandoning his hold on your breast to travel down the soft skin of your stomach, pausing right above where you needed him, “You need me to touch your little clit, hm? Is that what it is?” 

You nodded desperately, grinding your hips down every time he sunk his cock into you, hoping to get more than you were being given, “Please!”

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss against your temple. The gesture was oddly soft and intimate in comparison to the harsh, punishing pace of his cock, “You had a long day. I’ll be nice. You better thank me for making this greedy little cunt cum.”

Finally, his fingers reached your swollen clit. A couple practiced circles over the bud had you tumbling over the edge. Bakugou gripped his cock through the material of his boxers as he watched you tremble and moan as the redhead fucked you through the high. 

Letting out a sob at the overstimulation when your boyfriend still didn’t stop when you came down, you choked out, “Th-Thank you!”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend grinned, letting you fall back into your original position with your face buried in the blankets. The redhead tossed his head back, gripping your hips as he fucked into you, chasing his own orgasm. He laid a few harsh slaps against your ass, making you whimper, flinching at the impact but not running from it. Bakugou could hear the sharp sound of his hand making contact with your skin. Now that you had cum, the redhead let himself go. 

And he did. Your boyfriend let out a groan of pleasure, announcing his release. He didn’t pull out, pouring his hot cum into your overstimulated cunt.

Bakugou’s cock throbbed once, twice before he was spilling a load of hot cum into his boxers. The white cum oozed through the fibers as his thighs trembled.

When he came back to himself, he looked at the screen to find you had curled up on your side with a dreamy smile aimed at your boyfriend, Bakugou couldn’t help but smile at the screen at how cute you looked. He moved towards the camera with a grin, having already pulled out.

“Thanks for watchin’!” that was all he said before the screen went dark and bold white letters flashed over the screen that said ‘this stream has ended.’

Bakugou’s attention moved to the chat, checking to see what was being talked about. 

The comment that caught his eye was, “Eijirou and ______ are literally the power couple of porn.”

Bakugou sighed. Eijirou and ______. 

The names of his new favorite cam couple. 

[kalinawtokilig]

S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places

Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,

((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))

- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -

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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Summary: 

You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens. 

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader 

((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))

Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe

He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest

One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch 

He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate

He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!! 

With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.

“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”

Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?” 

He thought for a moment. 

‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’

Then it clicked.

“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-” 

Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief. 

You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose. 

You look so precious. 

‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’ 

Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was. 

“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple. 

Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?” 

He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?” 

You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.” 

“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body. 

“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.” 

You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.” 

Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!” 

Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.” 

“Idiot, l-let’s go.”

“Eager, aren’t ya?” 

“...Shut up.” 

((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((Look at him.  LOOK AT HIM. Icant---)) 

Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween

Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight

and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up

That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA

But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR

He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep

During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep.  Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium. 

By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins. 

Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside. 

Gym. 

You’re still in the gymnasium. 

He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.

Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento. 

“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked. 

“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied. 

“Good luck findin’ them then.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” 

Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness))  Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall. 

Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that. 

Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on. 

Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books. 

Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’ 

Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked. 

Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?” 

Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?” 

“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?” 

Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you. 

Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes. 

“Nice hiding place, by the way.” 

“Thanks, bubba.” 

((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))

Tendou Satori x Reader

(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))

OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*

When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!

He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too

“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!

Shiratorizawa is a big school 

He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3

If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth

When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d  y o u

out of love, ofc <3

At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he  sat down on his bed and checked his phone. 

“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them. 

Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about. 

Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be. 

“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning. 

Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said; 

“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.” 

Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit. 

A light bulb went off in his redhead. 

Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled. 

“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!” 

You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing. 

“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed. 

“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms. 

“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are. 

“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him. 

With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?” 

(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)

The pretty girl worries to death

Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming

Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE

Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs

Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(

As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring. 

She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space. 

‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’ 

Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight. 

You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess. 

“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze. 

Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?” 

“I had to get chairs for practice.” 

Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.” 

Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?” 

“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became. 

“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!” 

Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head. 

“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is. 

Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered. 

Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile. 

“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?” 

((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))

Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much 

He wonders if you hibernate in the winter

Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat 

Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework 

Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!

Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard 

“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”

“Koushi, go to sleep”

Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual. 

“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior. 

Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”

“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.” 

The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips. 

Stirring, you slowly blinked. 

“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?” 

You grunted. 

“Come downstairs, there’s food!” 

Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped. 

“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice. 

He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted. 

“You have to get up, (Y/N).”  “Why.”

“So we can eat and watch anime!”

“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.” 

Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game. 

Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.” 

Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.” 

[ickymichi]

Can I have Saiki fluff

kusou, let’s sleepover!

(saiki kusou x reader)

<3 note: thank you so much for the request my dear! sorry it took so long i’m in the middle of alot of things right now. but i hope this is ok!

<3 warnings: a small bit of swearing, just fluff.

<3 things to know: gender neutral reader. pink: is saiki’s thoughts, green is saiki talking to the reader through thoughts, black is saiki and reader talking normally. purple is readers thoughts. << it’s a lot i’m sorry!!

you and saiki have been dating for three months on this saturday and the time has flown by! another thing that’s flown is how quick he got comfortable around you, having an arm around your shoulder while watching movies and even holding your pinkie when you go shopping. in school he always looked so reserved and kept to himself, that’s what drew you to him though. and when you found an envelope with a letter in your shoe locker telling you to meet them at the local park later on, you felt like turning them down cause you liked saiki!. but something, you don’t know what, but something was telling you that you need to go. and low and behold stood kusou saiki with his head down asking if you wanted to go to the local café this weekend. and obviously you said yes!

3 months later and were in the same café scoffing down some coffee jelly and (fav. food). you brought him here because you wanted to ask him something important. to have a sleepover for your anniversary! honestly, you were scared to ask him, what if he completely shoots you down? god that would be embarrassing. but all your friends and their partners have slept over together countless times. okay, no more delaying do it now while he’s in his element.

“ku? can i as-” “don’t call me that, it reminds me of my mom remember” “oh sorry sorry i forgot! anyway umm i was wondering if, for our you know, anni..versary if you’d like to uh sleepover?” when you look up to see his reaction is eyes are wide and he’s slightly coughing on his coffee jelly. ‘shit, i killed him’. you thought. “it’s okay if you don’t want to i understand we can do something else!” “no!” he slightly yelled. “i mean.. yeah i’d like to do that”. “y-you do? i mean, yeah that’s good! i was thinking saturday?” “yeah that’s sounds good, by the way, can we do it at your house? my parents are too annoying” his genuine cringe at the thought made you laugh. “of course we can, we can do different things throughout the night to! we could.. order a takeout, then watch a movie with lots of sweets, then maybe, just maybe do paint our nails or do some karaoke” the last one is just to see his reaction knowing how much he dislikes karaoke. “i’m not to fond of that last one, but the rest sound fun” ‘maybe this would be nice, i shouldn’t think that it won’t be’.

the week went quickly thankfully and you walked to meet saiki on midday saturday with a spring in your step. “kusou!” your slightly raised voice caught his attention causing him to turn his head in your direction and make his way to your approaching form. without thinking you pulled him into a hug in the middle of the street. “oh sorry i should’ve asked before i did that!” he pulled away first smoothing out your skirt that rode up telling you: “it’s fine don’t worry about it so much, let’s go” and taking your pinky and linking it with his. looking at the side of his face you took in his handsome features and how nice he looked in his outfit. it was a purple sweater with black flames and blue jeans you got him.he wasn’t to fond of it at first but seeing how excited you were to give it to him he eventually broadened his style.

you both wanted to meet in the town so you could buy the sweets, drinks and facemasks for tonight and then get the takeout on the way home. there wasn’t many people out, they’re probably all at home it’s dinner time anyway. looking down at saiki’s hand you noticed the ring on his pointer finger he always wears when he’s with you. “kusou? where did you get your ring it’s so nice!, i might try find a different colour one for myself” “it was, a gift, yes a gift”. conversations carried on as normal as they day bled into the evening and you both left the shopping district with two bags full of the essentials. the final stop of the day was the local chinese you both enjoyed eating from and you got your food given to you nice and quickly.

arriving at your door you opened it and placed the bags on the kitchen table to give your poor hands a rest. “could you get the bowls for the sweets for me and sort them out while i dish up kusou?” “of course”. dinner was really nice the both of you talking when your mouths weren’t full about things that happend and every few minutes you’d show him a funny tiktok you’d seen that he’d actually huff out a laugh at, but covered it up with a cough saying that “it’s silly”. ever the gentleman he helped you wash and dry the dishes before following your skipping figure to the living room to plop on the couch and randomly picked a movie out. ‘ah a horror’ ‘good grief of course a horror’.

the movie was actually quite scary giving the both of you a few scares the whole way through. you didn’t want to be forward and do the usual ‘curl into your partners side’ when it got scary, but your body moved on it’s own and you were clutching his lower arm and holding his bicep slightly over your eyes. ‘hmm cute’. as the end credits rolled you let out a breath and let your iron grip on his arm to stretch your own above your head. “that wasn’t that scary, it barely got me” “yeah, my dead arm says otherwise” “oh shush smart ass!” you turned to his smirking figure to land a slap on the said arm. “ouch! careful it’s sore” “awe poor ku-chan has a sore arm hm? want me to kiss it better for you baby?” “never ever let them words leave your mouth around me again”. his disgust had you throwing your head back and clapping your hands together in a laughing fit.

it just turned 10:03pm and the two of you were sitting crossed legged on your bed. you had saiki’s hand on a pillow on your lap trying to apply the green nail polish to his nails without messing up. finishing both hands you picked them up and held them in front of his face to show him the four green nails and one pink on the middle finger of each hand. yours were the same except you had the green on your middle and the rest pink. “well what d’ya think? nice aren’t they?” “mmh, thank you”.

a few hours past of playing a game of monopoly, in which kusou completely dominated, watching your guys favourite youtuber play scary games and then watch a few episodes of the show you both liked. the time was 1:54am when the pair of you let out a yawn at the same time ending in a small laugh. deciding it was time to sleep you let saiki get changed in the toilet down the hall while you stayed in your room till he came back to tell you it was okay to come brush your teeth. “kusou, do you want some water? i’m getting some for myself” “oh, yeah please (y/n)”. he was left alone to look at the four walls of your bedroom. he wasn’t really being nosy, he was just curious. wait, how could he just have now noticed? there’s no spare blanket or futon. we’re you going to share a bed? ‘i mean, i’m not opposed to the idea, i wonder if they realised as well’.

“here you go! sorry i took so long” “don’t worry you’re fine”. “oh yeah i was gonna ask, do you want to sleep on the floor or we can share my bed, it’s a double one so we won’t be squished” “i don’t mind sharing as long as your comfortable” ‘why is he so sweet and caring!’. “i’m turning the lights off is that ok?” “yeah it’s fine, don’t let the monster get you though” he said while digging his fingers into your side when you jumped back on the bed. “whaa! agh don’t scare me like that!, meanie”.

you couldn’t really sleep after you said your goodnights, you were tired but seeing him look so relaxed while lying on his side facing you made you feel wide awake. the urge to place a small kiss on his lips was killing you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. ‘what if he’s fake sleeping? god he’ll think i’m a freak.’ no you could tell by the way his breathing was soft and lips slightly parted that he was definitely out for the count. before you could react you were leaning forward to place a small, quick, but sweet kiss on his pink lips. ‘oh my god why did i just do that, why did i jus-‘ “kissing me in my sleep? you didn’t strike me as the type (y/n)”. “you’re awake?! why are you fake sleeping?” “why are you kissing me hm?” “c-cause i wanted to!” you said sticking your tongue out. “well i never said i was mad, i just wish i could’ve been awake” “you were awake jackass” “nope i was sleeping, counting sheep if you will” “oh you got jokes now huh?” “i always have jokes i’ll have you know” “just go back to dream land then funny guy” turning over to have your back facing him you closed your eyes until you felt the mattress behind you dip and a soft breath by your ear. “not even a ‘goodnight kusou’ how cruel”. tired of his silly antics your turn halfway to be met with his face above yours. pulling him down to lightly press another peck on his lips you whispered: “goodnight kusou”. before turning fully the other way and snuggled into his chest. you don’t know where the sudden confidence came from but it felt nice to have the stoic kusou saiki cuddled up in your bed with his arms around your middle and a light blush dusting his cheeks. “goodnight (y/n)” was the last thing you heard before the clouds of dreams took over you.

-end <3