#sleepyhead reader

[heartfullofleeches]

[18+, Dubcon elements - Darling is the one to initiate sexual activities, but they are asleep. (Amab Darling)]

Sleepyhead Amab Darling who has the nastiest little habits when they're asleep. Humps/gropes at anything near them whether it be their pillow or another person. Whimpers and moans as they latch onto whatever's in their grasp, refusing to let go unless shaken awake. Sucks and bites on anything from their sheets to fingers or even nipples through shirts if someone's close enough. Darling is somewhat aware of their issues and sleeps with a pillow between their legs/with no one at all.

Nighttime visitors or close friends who insist on sleeping with them push aside their barrier of protection and cozy up in bed at their side - anticipating the moment darling's cock rubs up against their ass or thigh. Removes their underwear and chalks whatever happens next as fate, the tip of their love's cock already prodding their entrance before they can slip their garments past their thighs. Darling does as they normally do and cages their arms around their sleep mate's waist - sucking on their chest and fitting into them while Yan tries to keep their voice small so they don't startle Darling by accident. Darling eventually stills and drifts off into deeper sleep still buried inside them - flaccid cock keeping them stuffed full of their spend and twitch back to full length at times when Yan spasms around them from the overstimulation.

Darling wakes up the next morning next to their dear friend covered in bite marks and fluids dripping out of their abused hole. Darling can't even form the words to apologize, but even if they could Yan is too fucked out of their mind to hear it. Once they recover their first course of action is to figure out a way to make this a nightly route... Right after they comfort their sweet darling who's too ashamed of what they're done to remove the blankets from their head.

[fuckingstrange]

Sleepyhead

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WARNINGS: None?, Tired Genius, Overwhelmed-ish Spencer, He doesn't like being so exhausted, non-sexual undressing

WORDS: 379

PAIRING: Gn!reader x Spencer Reid

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a/n: Sorry for the half-assed blurb but I'm tryna get back into writing with💀

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Spencer unlocks the door to his apartment, allowing you to step in before he follows behind, shutting and locking it. He slumps back against the front door with a sigh, eyes flicking shut. He hears you drop his bag by the end of the couch before approaching him, feeling your hand on his waist before your voice in his ear is asking him what's wrong.

Words fail him, because for the first time ever, he can't think. All he can do is let out a hot, shaky breath as his face scrunches together in discomfort. He lets out a low, uncomfortable sounding groan.

His legs shake beneath him and his body feels heavy. He'd probably topple over if you weren't guiding him to lean into you rather than onto the door. He rests his chin on your shoulder and forces his arms up around your shoulders, allowing you to lift him off his feet.

“Bedtime, sleepyhead,” You grunt as you pick him up, holding him up by the backs of his thighs. By the time you even get him into the bedroom, he's dozing off in your arms. You sit him down on the edge of the bed, though his weakened body falls flat back on the mattress the second you let go.

His eyes pop open for a moment to watch you undo his tie, lifting his hand to grab your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze as he hums in appreciation. You lean over him to kiss his forehead, pulling his tie off before helping him sit up enough that you can pull his jacket off.

“How do you feel like sleeping tonight? Want pajamas, no shirt, bare..?” You question, lightly bumping your nose against his cheek to try and prompt an answer, which you get a half assed, unintelligible mumble. You decide to just strip him down into his boxers so he can stay cool, pushing him up in the bed so his head is at least closer to a pillow before hobbling off to the bathroom to get yourself comfortable and ready for bed.

You begin to rid yourself of your clothing before slapping on some pajama pants, and before you even open the door, you can hear his snoring. It fills your heart with warmth.

[suosgirl]

Hello! I just gotta tell you how much I loved your "Shishtoren's princess" ☺️💖 it had me giggling and kicking my feet, I swear 🤭

I hope you don't mind me requesting a much needed suo (plus any other chatacter if u want) x reader who's always tired (totally not self endulgent 🤡).

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to 😊

- 🐮 anon

Sleep is for the Weak (is it though?)

Word Count: 544

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x f!reader

୨ৎ Warnings: fluff (sickening fluff, like tooth-rotting fluff)

୨ৎ Note: The way that I felt so seen with this request HAHA and thank you so much for the sweetest words!! I work 2 jobs and literally I always feel like there’s never enough time in the day nor enough time to sleep so I am perpetually tired all the time. I run on iced coffee and a dream (and nicotine) haha…ha. But I really loved writing this ahhhh it was incredibly self-indulgent on my end as well!!! Thank you for the fun request my 🐮 lovebug anon!!! ♡

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♡ Suo’s an observant guy – within just hanging out with eachother a handful of times, he already noticed the little yawns that you cover your hand with or the sudden bursts of blinking that you do when you find yourself nodding off.

♡ The first time he notices it, he thinks that maybe you’ve just had a restless night … but then he sees you a couple days later and he’s seeing it again.

♡ Now he’s noticing it every time you guys are together (and even when you’re not).

♡ Sometimes you’ll be texting and it’ll go silent on your end for at least 30 minutes to an hour or two – and then he’ll get a little ping from his phone and it’s you apologizing and saying that you just woke up from a nap.

♡ He won’t admit that he thinks it’s cute and turns it on you instead.

♡ “I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep you awake :(“

♡ And then the teasing transcends from text to in-person.

♡ He sees you try to hide your little yawn by turning your face into your shoulder and he’s going in.

♡ “Oh? Is it nap time?”

♡ “Was that a yawn, my sleepy girl?”

♡ His favorite thing about teasing you while you’re tired is that you simply don’t have enough energy to banter back with him – all you can do is pout and slowly blink at him (you’re angry in lowercase).

♡ He hates that he’s weak for it.

♡ “Don’t be silly, lay on my shoulder.”

♡ For as much as he teases you though, he’s just as thoughtful.

♡ If you both are out with everyone, he’s already set a curfew in mind for when you both should leave so that you can rest.

♡ “Are you ready to leave, sleepyhead?”

♡ Absolutely loves tucking you in – it’s so domestic and sickeningly sweet but sometimes you’ll mutter a soft “thank you” and it has his heart beating just a tad faster.

♡ Bonus points: pull on his sleeve when he’s about to leave and he’s smitten.

♡ “Ah, well if you insist, love.”

♡ “Come on – scoot over, sleepy girl.” 

♡ If you enjoy drinking coffee, he likes that too.

♡ There’s just something about looking down and seeing his cup of tea next to your coffee – like coffee is just so you and tea is just so him. 

♡ When you lay your head in his lap, he melts at the sight. Sometimes he’ll just appreciate your beauty while you doze off. 

♡ He listens to your soft breathing and runs his hands through your hair. If he’s in the mood, will let his eyes close alongside yours.

♡ Anytime you have plans together, always asks if you’re up for it. If you’re just too tired – that’s okay! 

♡ He would never want you to push your body or force yourself to do something that you don’t have the energy for – simply just pats your head and asks what you’d like to do instead.

♡ Despite what you would think, doesn’t get mad at all that you fall into fits of sleep when you’re around him – because he gets to make sure that you’re resting.

[ysaefinn]

hiii valeee ^.^

thinking about clinging to suguru every morning before he leaves for work ajwgjqgw bonus points if we go out of our way to wake up a little earlier than him so we could lay on top of him (I need him so baddd actually 😞)

Also in modern settings(??), what do you think his job would be 🤔

- 🪷 anon

🪷 and if I said that he takes his sweet time getting ready in the morning on purpose just so you could catch him before he leaves?? Then what 🪷 anon? Then what?

And if i went even further and said that he cooks slowly when he has the morning off so you could catch him in the kitchen and cling to his waist from behind? Then what?

SUGURU'S JOB THO!!!! God this is honestly a really hard question bcuz it depends on which Suguru were talking about.

Regardless I really love the idea of Suguru in a suit coming home and throwing his hair in a bun, putting on a cute little apron, and cooking your dinner <3333

But also think about...artist Suguru..and chef Suguru (i want him to smell like spices soooo bad) IM SORRY ANON I CANT CHOOSE 😭😭

[skullbubbles]

𓉘Sleepy Head - Sheamus X Reader𓉝

Chapter Two.

“Hey, sleepy-head…” You sat up, “Sheamus?” “Yeah, I, uhh… well.” He slurred slightly as he spoke, Sheamus wasn’t one to get wrecked on his own kegs, but he sounded as if he was struggling to stand, “Just fancied callin’ you.” “Just for a call? At … 1am?” You yawned. “No, I mean – I missed that pretty voice of yours.” He mumbled, he began to hack and cough hard for a moment before he carried on, “I missed you leaning on that countertop like you own the place. Just … Missed you.”

Chapter one * Chapter Two * Chapter Three

Eventual Smut * Hurt/Comfort * Canon Typical Violence * Slow Burn * Whump * Blood/Injury * AFAB Fem Reader

🔞No Minors🔞

A month passed.

You floated in and out of the bar when you found the time, chattering over the bar and distracting everyone’s favourite bar keeper each time. There was something about the man; his playful, yet gravelly voice and looming posture, the fact you could bring out the charmer in a man who regularly tossed grown men out flat on their face to the pavement. It kept you lingering past reasonable hours, flirting and teasing him.

You adored his stifled expressions and frustrated blushes, you don’t know what you were trying to coax out of him, you simply enjoyed trying. It felt freeing to be admired by someone who seemed to be determined to turn you away. It had been a few nights since you had shown up at the Saloon, however. Work had drained you of time and energy.

It was 1:26 am when you got the call.

The blankets on your bed felt like lead weights. You had scrunched your aching body into a tight little ball, your every joint and muscle wracked with exhaustion. The back of your eyes stung from halogen lights and dead stares into nothing. And yet you couldn’t sleep.

You wrestled with the sheets to answer the phone, probably one of your friends needing a ride because they were too steamed to drive home.

Your voice was groggy when you answered it.

“Hey, sleepy-head…” You sat up, “Sheamus?” “Yeah, I, uhh… well.” He slurred slightly as he spoke, Sheamus wasn’t one to get wrecked on his own kegs, but he sounded as if he was struggling to stand, “Just fancied callin’ you.” “Just for a call? At … 1am?” You yawned. “No, I mean – I missed that pretty voice of yours.” He mumbled, he began to hack and cough hard for a moment before he carried on, “I missed you leaning on that countertop like you own the place. Just … Missed you.”

Before you could ask why he was hacking up a lung he interrupted you.

“Nah, forget this. Fuckin’-- forget I called–” “No, no, I’m good to talk, big guy. Whatever you need…” He coughed again, you made out a faint gasp before he spoke, “I’m bein’ a damned fool but… could I make my way over to yours?” “Sure. Just be careful.” “Too late for that. Thanks, though… I’ll be seein’ ya.”

He hung up, his words gnawed at you. It was drizzling outside, the wind was picking up. There was an alert on your phone: 80% chance of heavy rain in your area, thunder expected. Your roommates were out on their own night shifts. Time alone with Sheamus could be what you both needed. You trusted him, even if he was acting out of character.

Sheamus knew you lived in a basement apartment across the city. He used to pass there on the way to his old gym. It was an old red brick factory with rusted fire escape stairs wrapped around the corner. It had been hastily shaped into apartments decades ago, the smell of paint dust still clung in every corridor where your neighbours smoked.

Wind was rattling the window panes by the time he arrived. You unlocked the door to see him leaning his weight on the door frame. He was in a dirty hoodie, no shirt underneath. You’d never seen him out of his shirt and waistcoats. His mohawk was flat, clinging with sweat and rain. There was a bloody white patch over his nose, his left eye had a blooming bruise. His hand clutched over his ribs.

“What’s the craic, sweetheart?” He tried to chuckle, a wheezing edge to his voice. You dragged him in by his sleeve, “Get in here.”

He didn’t struggle and let himself be pulled in, ducking under the short door frame. You pushed him onto your sofa, handing him some cushions to lie back on and shoving off whatever clothes had been hanging off of it.you grabbed a towel for his hair, some gauze and ointment and a bag of frozen peas for good measure. You threw it all at him.

“What are ya’, a nurse?” He snorted. “I’m worried is what I am.” You flung yourself down and started inspecting his knuckles for scrapes, they were flushed red and dented from being wrapped. Whatever had happened, he was going bare-knuckled.

You didn’t care to ask what kind of bullshit he had been through, Suplex City had a way of dragging the best of people into the worst of situations. That’s why you were so handy with a first aid kit.

You took out some anti-septic and started dabbing it around his nose and brow, he had done a shoddy job of cleaning out the cuts and scrapes. You suspected he needed stitches across the bridge of his nose. He winced but never said a word. He let you clamber over him; you kneeled between his legs as you worked, steadying yourself with a hand on his thigh.

“I was… I was hoping I could forget about gettin’ banged up.” He said as you reached out towards a cut on his chin. “Was I supposed to ignore a guy with a shiner on my doorstep and just let you in for a quickie?” You rolled your eyes. You stammered before mumbling, “I didn’t exactly plan for what happened after I got here...”

He tried to dodge looking at you. You weren't having that. You gripped his chin and tilted his jaw towards you. Sheamus made a grunt in protest but nothing more. You concentrated at the job at hand, finally finishing up by giving him some clean gauze on his nose. You wiped his sweaty brow with your sleeve.

“There’s my handsome fella’.” You sat back, he crossed his legs around you and gave you a half smile, “Now take the hoodie off.” “I am getting some real mixed signals from you, lass.” “Let me see those ribs.” You replied dryly.

He slung off the hoodie to the floor. His pale skin was stippled with fresh, red bruises. The white of his middle ribs shone through the pin pricks of red and purple. One hell of a fist had smashed into his gut. You didn’t think anyone could have taken down a brute like Sheamus, but there’s always a bigger fish.

After swabbing and plastering each cut, you grabbed the bag of peas and wrapped it with his hoodie. Sheamus barked out another coughing fit. He bit back some curses and fidgeted as he grew used to the sting of the cold.

“So, this is what you get up to in your spare time?” He drew a deep painful breath before he spoke, “The bar doesn’t exactly hold itself up, I break even most nights but when the bills catch up with me, I go to Heyman’s to make ends meet. I got chewed up and spat back out tonight.”

Paul Heyman was the king-pin of Suplex City. He ran a number of underground fighting rings with loose rules and bloody reputations. Men were fed to monsters. Women clashed until they both ended up looking like roadkill. Anyone who was willing to put their body on the line for cash winnings was welcome. The desperate came to bet and roar for blood at ring side.

You knew first hand that the wretched noises the crowd made never left you. You used to pitch in as a ring-hand. The pay had been far better than whatever you got from your shifts nowadays, but it wasn’t worth it. Heyman didn’t put on fights; he was a purveyor of freak shows and blood baths.

“Why didn’t you go to ER, idiot?” He spoke through gritted teeth, “Look, I had a bit too much liquid courage before I tried my hand tonight– and I–” He stuttered, losing his words, “I’m learnin’ real quick that nothin’ sobers you up like a bag of frozen peas. I think it's best I go home, this was a mistake botherin’ you–” “No. Stay.” You commanded.

This time he didn’t break your gaze, you pushed him back slowly onto the pillows propping him up. His eyes were heavy lidded and swollen, he was fighting to keep awake as his blue eyes locked with yours.

“I’ve broken ribs before, I’m guessing it's not your first time either?” He shook his head, eyes heavy-lidded and bloodshot. The pain was taking its toll. There was no way you were going to let him walk back in a storm. “Then you know you have to rest, and you have to try and take some deep breaths to clear your lungs. And –” You paused to pull a blanket up and started to tuck him in. “You gotta’ sleep sitting up-right.” “I need to get home and feed the dogs in the morning–” He murmured, you could feel him settling into the pillows. “Nope. You rang me. You live with the consequences.”

You squeezed next to him, finding the one spot on his torso where he wasn’t torn up or bruised to lay your head. He was so warm. His arms curled around and sloped over your waist.

“...You’re a persuasive one, aren’t ya’?”

You felt his breaths sink in time with yours as he drifted off. His arms never slipped from clutching you tight. As you settled, your own aches and pains slowly seeped back into the fore-front of your mind. You had almost forgotten how much your own pain had kept you up. Sheamus's warmth and weight was soothing as you felt your body grow heavier. The rain pattered and the wind whistled as you closed your eyes and joined him.

[fours-writings]

THE OBLIGATORY RUIN DLC ONESHOT IS HERE 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎊🎊🎉

[coffee-and-tea-time]

｡⁠*° Sweet sweet rain*⁠.♦

Hey there! Tea speaking!

Rainy days are the best, aren't they? Personally i love them, though.... The best way to enjoy a rainy day is under an umbrella with someone you like beside you.

(btw the character's dialogue is green, but it does not mean I'm the one speaking lol)

♦ This is Melon for you, sweet but soft and rather hard to get to the sweet parts!

You sigh softly as you glance out the window, cloudy days are definitely not your favorite, though the possibility of it turning into a rainy day is rather comforting. Rain is the best for you, makes you feel refreshed and calm, it's some sort of cathartic experience to toss away the umbrella and let the water hit your face, the thought itself is enough to get you feeling a little fuzzy inside. You glance around the classroom, everyone is doing their own thing, Apple writing something down, Lemon as always just frowning like something stinks, then your eyes land in a calm and comforting sight.

He is softly snoring, leaned against his chair with his arms crossed. Melon has always caught your attention from the time you were brought to this school, you can count in your fingers the times you've seen his soft yet infatuating green eyes, but every time...it just took your breath away. You couldn't help but feel like he was much more than what he appeared to be, like he had a tough wall you wanted to crack open.

Your mind wandered with that idea, it was a complete fantasy, it would never even be close to happening, but what if...

You fantasized about the possibility of a rainy day, soft yet insistent, it wasn't going anywhere... In this daydream you stood at the gates of the school, watching it fall and slowly coat the floors with water, the sound was comforting, but being under that rain without an umbrella surely wasn't. You stood there for a while as people opened their umbrella's beside you and stepped out into the rain, 'if only' you wished, and that's when he walkes past. He gave you a glance, quiet as always and beaconed you to step under his umbrella with him, walking you home through the rain with a bit of smalltalk...

"if only.." you wished, a soft sigh leaving your lips again, you had been sighing a lot.

It did start to rain like you expected though, and it felt a little like fate, though, this wasn't your fantasyland...since you had your umbrella with you. You opened it and were ready to step out into the rain, but,

there you saw him, his hair drenched as he walked without a care in the world through the pouring rain. How... obnoxious, you thought with a slight huff of amusement. He really wasn't how you expected him to be. For instance, you expected him to be ready for the chance of rain, but he wasn't. You expected him to not like the rain at all, but he did. And surely, you didn't expect him to be softly smiling to himself as he walked, it almost... No. It definitely made your heart flutter.

Something in you made your body walk up to him on it's own, you softly walked beside him and spoke...

"do you want to share my umbrella? You could get sick..."

You said softly, almost hesitantly, it looked like he was enjoying his alone time, but you were honestly worried that he was being careless with his health. He gave you a glance, his smile slightly faltering at first, but then it got...a bit wider.

"I don't get sick" He said...

'Wow, my bad superman, sorry i didn't know that' you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes with a slight smile, still, you offered him your umbrella again and he declined. Fair enough, but still, you wanted to talk to him.

"do you like the rain?"

"Mhm"

"me too..."

You guys talked as you walked side by side, he seemed much more open now than ever before. Somehow, this was way better than your little fantasy...

♥♥♥

small explanation from twin who had no part in this writing but wants to speak, this was done mainly to have a second part like other of our posts, keep that in mind ★~(◠‿◕✿) - coffee

[any-and-all-wally-aus]

Dear Lord, why does he look so good with his hair down?! 😳😳😳🍎💖

A morning with Wally Darling!

[bluukive]

Jjk men with a reader feeling more sleepier around them who has insomnia or difficulty sleeping? Smau

Sleepyhead

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, fluff, jjk men x reader, reader has sleeping difficulties, comfort hurray

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

an- some rare fluff before I scare you all with more omegaverse hcs

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced/accidental bonding, subjugation

♡ part one

♡ fem reader

Once you wake up in the morning, you feel… changed.

Your body feels full—as though you’d indulged too much last night—heavy and sticky and sore all over. There’s a strange taste in your mouth—sweet, somewhat salty, and metallic. Geez, you’re head’s pounding—how much did you drink last night? No, this feels different from a hangover—more full-bodied than that—a withdrawal of some kind or another. You must have done more at the party than drink, and yet, you can’t remember having stayed there all that long. No, you left with someone. That’s right. You went with… that overgrown Omega.

Oh no.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

He comes in only wearing a pair of snug boxers—body stacked with brawn, not a single hint of Omega-like softness aside from his tousled bed hair. There’s a big toothy smile on his face—eyes are creased in cheer while carrying an overfull breakfast tray. You know you’re hungry, and yet you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but sick to your stomach by the horrid sight of his flaunted neck, decorated by a gory ring of your bitemark.

No. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! “Tell me that’s not what I think it is…”

He laughs lightly with an awkward smile, apologetically scratching the back of his neck while balancing the tray in the other hand. “I’m afraid so…”

The world stops spinning, and for a moment, you think it might actually never start up again. Your throat snares, and you think you might throw up. How the fuck could this happen?

He sets the tray down next to you, then himself. The whole bed takes waves upon his weight. You remain still—eyes unrest and mouth hung.

“Hey, I know this might not be what we had planned, but…” he starts.

But you don’t let him finish before declaring, “I’ll take full responsibility.”

There’s nothing else to do, you think. The red string of fate has tied the two of you together. It’s sealed.

“There is no going back now.”

His face expresses shock, but if you’d taken a closer look, he’d probably not be able to hide it—the overwhelming sensation of victory. Oh, bless your Alpha pride. He knew you would say that.

He smiles softly. “I’m in your care then.”

It’s a work in progress after that—slow in the beginning, but that’s to be expected. You never pegged yourself to be the type who got caught up in the unmendable mistakes of a one-night stand, but then here you were—mated with a stranger, moving into his apartment because it’s bigger and closer to work, sharing the same bed and eating the same meals and helping each other through one another’s ruts and heats.

He's still no closer to being your type. In fact, he’s the total opposite—too giant to give you even a semblance worth of superiority over him. A couple of days ago, when he’d been searching for the remote in the couch you were lying on, he’d taken to pick you up instead of just asking you to move. It was completely humiliating. He’s so brazen, and it’s starting to become clear he’s doing it all on purpose!

He doesn’t get fussy when you state your claim of being the one on top—no, but what he does instead is somehow worse, going along with it with snide praise, grinning up at you, his big hands weighing heavy on your haunches as you roll them, calling you his good girl. It seems to humor him how it angers you—chuckling behind your hands as you layer them both atop his mouth, growling at him to “Shut up!”

No, he doesn’t mind letting you take charge. He rather enjoys the view of watching you ride—working so hard to appease him while he rests pretty and admires your body—all soft edges and plush curves. You tire quickly, though—poor thing, why don’t you leave the rest to him?

You had rejected it the first few times he’d offered. Your bruised pride simply wouldn’t have it—you’d rather you both stop than let him finish you off. But a couple more nights and you’d quicker come around than either of you expected—perhaps worn down by his constant nagging or simply fed up with your own failure—you let him assist by bouncing you on his lap.

You wouldn’t admit it to his face, never, but you’d enjoyed it far more than you could have ever thought…

Thankfully, your face in and of its own glory told him all he needed to know. It didn’t take long before he’d taken full advantage of it, nor for you to begin allowing it without being asked. Soon you were letting him fuck you against the wall, making the entire room shake—wall creaking and shelves rattling, pictures falling down. You hold your tongue and hold on tightly, arms and legs wrapped around him—moaning sweetly right by his ear. Fuck, you even bite him again.

As time passed, you came around to indulging more and more of his antics. Letting him fuck you from behind—hard and heavy and deep—thrusting into you while grappling your waist. You even go down on all fours when he does it—digging your claws into the sheets.

Lying belly-up beneath him still makes you feel nervous—and slightly ashamed—almost convinced something’s wrong with you for liking it. And yet you can’t help it. You know any other Omega wouldn’t fuck you like this. They wouldn’t have the stamina, the drive, or the desire. Not like him, who does it all like it’s his nature even when it shouldn’t be.

Guess you’re both freaks.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Amajiki ♡ JJK – Gojo, Geto ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Bachira, Isagi ♡ DS – Doma ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[ddejavvu]

hotch x new recruit! reader where it's SO obvious to everyone in the team that she's just so in love and enamoured with hotch. it gets worse when the team go out drinking to celebrate after a case, and she's an affectionate drunk who just wants to sit in hotch's lap 🤭

"I just need to rest my eyes." You swear, your head feeling like a stone sinking in a lake as you press your forehead into the steady plane of Hotch's shoulder.

"You need to rest your arm," Emily laughs, reaching out to take your drink from your hand, "Slow down with the booze, sleepyhead."

"I'm not tired." You insist, lips brushing the rough fabric of Aaron's polo shirt, "I'm- I told you, I'm resting my eyes."

"That's what my mom used to say before she'd start snoring," Reid recalls with a slight smirk, one that's almost out of place on his soft features.

"That's parent-code for 'I don't want my kids to bother me while I'm napping'." Rossi agrees, raising one of your hands and watching it drop, "Face it, kid, you're smashed."

You roll your eyes with a heaving sign that teenage Penelope Garcia would have envied, raising your spinning head to look up at Hotch. You're closer than you've ever been to him, nearly face-to-face as he peers down at you where you rest on his shoulder, but you don't notice above your ire.

"They're making fun of me."

"They are." Hotch nods, a rare smile on his face as he tries not to laugh, "I think it's because you're tipping over into my lap."

"Fine. Fine!" You struggle to straighten yourself, but you lead with your upper half that's pitched towards Hotch. You slide over the bench and hoist yourself onto one of Hotch's legs, barely able to manage even that with the table in your way. It's a tight squeeze, but it earns you a round of laughter as Aaron's hands come up to brace whatever fall you're about to throw yourself into.

"Hey- hey!" Morgan gestures to his own lap, "This seat is open too, you know. Why are you all cuddled up with the boss man?"

"Because he's not laughing at me." You huff haughtily, but Aaron's face is nestled gently into the curve of your spine to hide his snickering, "He loves me- he doesn't think I'm drunk!"

"Right." Aaron flounders, a little on the nose, "Of course not." he recovers, drawing in a deep breath for composure, "On an unrelated note, Y/N, you should let me drive you home. I think you'd like the music I listen to."

"Okay." You nod, attempting to spin your head 180 degrees to look at him where you're uncomfortably perched in his lap, "Can we get ice cream on the way?"

"Of course." Hotch nods, patting a firm hand against your hip, one that prompts you to slump further against him, "And if you keep your seatbelt on the whole ride, I'll get you two scoops."

[heartfullofleeches]

Miller [Streamer Yan] and Sleepyhead Reader- If you think about it, streaming would be the perfect career for them -> that being Reader. Flexible hours, they hardly have to leave home. Hell, they could probably generate a following just putting a camera next to their bed. Reader doesn't really have to worry regardless since Miller is ready and willing to care for and support them. They'd dote on Reader as if their life depended on them and do everything in their power to make sure Reader got the well rest they deserved.

[Side note: Miller uses they/them pronouns only. I've had a concerning amount of people in tags/asks use he for them which makes me less willing to use them despite how much I love them.]

-

[Miller groans as a game over screen flashes on their monitor]

Miller: Sonofa- Wait-

[Miller stands from their chair, place a pair of canceling headphones on reader's ears as they slumber peacefully in bed. They return to their seat - slamming a fist on the table.]

Miller: Son of a bitch!

-

[Miller and Streamer Reader play a fighting game together- Reader staring to dose off as a cutscene plays. Miller switches their controllers as the round starts, switching them back as they shake Reader awake.]

Miller: Babe. Look, babe- You won!

Sleepyhead Reader: mmmm..... I did?....

Miller: Yea! You really kicked my ass there. You'll have to teach me a thing or two sometime.

Sleepyhead Reader: Wow.....

[As Reader celebrates their victory Miller quickly types a message into chat]

Miller: Whoever snitches is getting instabanned plus I'm slashing your tires.

-

Miller, shaking Reader gently: Psst- Wake up for a sec, something came in the mail for you.

[Sleepy Reader sits up in bed - Miller holding up a hoodie with koala ears stitched on the hood as Reader rubs the sleep from their eyes]

Miller: One of our viewers sent me the link. Whatcha think? It's cute, right? Go on- Try it on!

Sleepy Reader, wearing the hoodie: Soft.....[starts to doze off again.]

Miller, catching them before they fall over - hugging Reader to their chest: I knew you'd love it <3

[cameronsbabydoll]

omg what about military!rafe habits that makes reader happy?

like yes sir run things just like that here at home!!!!

1. calling you “darlin’,” “sugar,” “mama,” or “baby girl”

– it just slips out constantly.

– “you eat yet, baby girl?” / “c’mere, sugar, lemme see that pretty face.”

– every time he says it, especially with that deep southern drawl? your knees go weak. he knows it, too.

2. placing his dog tags around your neck

– even when he’s home, he’ll drape them over your collarbone like it means something.

– “look better on you than they ever did on me.”

3. pulling you into his lap like you weigh nothing

– especially when you’re in the kitchen or brushing your hair.

– he just wraps his arms around you and murmurs, “missed you all day, lemme hold you.”

4. waking up before you and making your coffee the exact way you like it

– even when he’s groggy and shirtless with messy hair, your mug is waiting for you.

– “mornin’, sleepyhead. got your cup ready.”

5. checking the locks and the perimeter before bed

– he doesn’t even say anything anymore.

– just does a quick loop every night, tucks the baby in again, then slips in beside you like nothing happened.

– it’s the unspoken protector instinct that makes your heart ache a little.

6. randomly squeezing your thigh when you’re out in public

– it’s subtle. possessive. grounding.

– like “i’m right here” and “you’re mine” all in one touch.

– and if someone’s looking at you for too long? the grip tightens juuust a bit.

7. folding laundry with scary military precision

– he doesn’t even mean to, but watching him fold your underwear and the baby’s onesies with perfect corners??

– hot. it’s hot.

– “ya ever seen a combat vet fold a burp cloth? now you have.”

8. writing notes before deployments

– he leaves sticky notes all around the house before leaving.

– in the fridge: “drink more water, sugar.”

– in your book: “miss me already?”

– on the mirror: “the prettiest girl in any room.”

9. putting his big hand on your belly even in his sleep

– when you’re pregnant or even just curled into his side, his hand always finds its way there.

– it makes you feel safe in a way no one else ever could.

10. never forgetting a single anniversary or date

– rafe remembers it all — your first kiss, first dance, baby’s first giggle.

– and even when deployed, he’ll find a way to call, text, or surprise you with something.

– “like i could ever forget the best day of my life, baby.”

[loafysainz]

TAKE US DADDY | LN 4

lando norris!dad x mom!reader

warn: fluffffffffff

this story is actually a the sequel of the story Don't Go Daddy.

Lando was already dressed, bag packed, and his car waiting outside, but he refused to leave without saying goodbye properly. The past weeks, Noah and Leo had been ridiculously clingy—like little koalas attached to his legs. If he left without waking them up, there was no doubt they’d wake up in tears, wailing for him. But now, as he stood in their dimly lit rooms, watching their peaceful faces, he felt his resolve weaken.

First, he crouched beside Noah’s bed, gently brushing the messy curls from his forehead. "Noah, buddy, wake up," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Noah stirred slightly, brows furrowing, but he just whined and buried his face deeper into his pillow.

Lando chuckled. "C’mon, mate. You gotta say bye to me properly."

Noah let out a grumpy hum, eyes still shut, and when Lando wrapped an arm around him, the little boy automatically snuggled closer. Instead of waking up, though, he just sighed contentedly and went back to sleep.

"Oh, c’mon," Lando groaned playfully. "You little traitor."

He peppered kisses all over Noah’s forehead, cheeks, nose—wherever he could reach. Noah squirmed, whining in protest, but didn’t actually push him away. Lando figured that was a win.

Noah let out the smallest, sleepiest hum before finally cracking his eyes open. “Daddy?” His voice was thick with sleep, and instead of getting up, he immediately rolled into Lando’s chest, snuggling into his warmth.

Lando chuckled, running a hand down his little back. “Sleepyhead,” he murmured, hugging him tight.

Noah only made a small, content noise before—just like that—falling back asleep in his arms. Lando sighed, completely torn between waking him up properly or just letting him be. In the end, he settled for placing a few more kisses all over Noah’s chubby cheeks, whispering, “Daddy’s going to work now, okay? Be good, take care of Mommy and Leo. Daddy loves you, Noah.”

Noah barely reacted, just wriggled a little before letting out the softest, tiniest sigh. His little lips were pouty, his face smushed into the pillow, and Lando had to physically stop himself from squeezing the life out of him. Instead, he pressed one last lingering kiss to his forehead and reluctantly stepped away.

Now moving to his next target.

Leo.

Leo was in the exact same position Lando had left him in last night. His little troublemaker was sprawled out in his bed, mouth slightly open, chubby cheeks flushed, and one hand clutching his tiny stuffed lion. Lando leaned in and peppered kisses all over Leo’s chubby cheeks, then nuzzled into his neck playfully.

Leo stirred, stretching like a tiny cat before blinking up at him with the sleepiest, happiest smile. His eyes weren’t even fully open yet, but his little teeth peeked through, all bright and shiny.

“Daddy…” he mumbled sleepily, reaching out with tiny hands. Lando immediately scooped him into a warm hug.

"Yeah, bud?" Lando grinned, rubbing his back.

Leo let out a deep sigh, still not fully awake. "Can I hug you… for one hour?"

Lando blinked. Oh, come on. That’s not fair.

"One hour? That’s it?" Lando teased, rocking him slightly. "What if I wanna hug you forever, huh?"

Leo hummed in thought for approximately two seconds before going, "No, no."

Lando burst out laughing. "Alright, then. One hour it is."

But literally two minutes later, Leo wiggled out of the hug, pressing his tiny hands against Lando’s chest. “Okay, Daddy. it’s been one hour!”

Lando cracked up. “That was NOT an hour, little scammer.”

Leo just grinned sleepily, dimples showing, and Lando swore his heart was going to burst. He gave him a few more smooches, leaving his cheeks all rosy before tucking him back under the blanket.

“Daddy loves you, Leo.”

And with that, he finally left the room.

****

Finally, he made his way to Y/N. She was awake, all soft and warm-looking in bed, watching him with that unreal, angelic face of hers. Lando sighed dramatically. “You sure you don’t want to come with me? Just pack up the kids and go?”

Y/N shook her head, smiling softly. “They have school, Lando.”

Lando groaned, flopping onto the bed beside her. “They’re literally babies. They don’t need school.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, reaching out to fix the collar of his hoodie. "They’ll be okay, you know."

Lando let out a breath. "I know. It’s just… they’ve been so clingy lately. What if they freak out when I’m gone?"

Y/N smiled softly. "They’ll be okay. And if they do get upset, we’ll figure it out, yeah?"

Lando just stared at her for a second, completely mesmerized. "You know you’re really pretty, right?"

Before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her, deep and slow, like he was trying to make it last. Like he didn’t want to leave at all.

And honestly? He really, really didn’t.

But work was work.

So, he pulled away, kissed her forehead, and finally—finally—headed out the door.

****

The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of a homemade meal as Y/N stirred the pot, humming softly to herself. The warm atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of tiny feet running down the stairs—fast, urgent, and filled with distress.

“Mommy!!” Noah’s voice cracked as he ran straight into the kitchen, his little brother Leo right behind him, his chubby cheeks already stained with tears.

Y/N barely had time to turn around before Noah wrapped his arms around her legs, his tiny frame shaking. Leo, slightly slower but just as upset, clung onto her other legs with a whimper.

Their lower lips trembled as they still clung to their mom legs, searching for something—or rather, someone.

“Where’s Daddy?” Noah sniffled, wiping at his eyes with tiny fists.

Y/N’s heart squeezed at the sight of them. “Daddy’s at work, love. He left this morning, remember?”

“We want Daddy!”

Leo nodded furiously, his bottom lip trembling. “We wanna go wif Daddy…”

Y/N softened instantly, brushing their curls back gently. “Oh, sweetheart. Daddy’s working, and you guys have to go to school. Remember?”

“But we wanna see him!” Noah insisted, his voice breaking with a hiccup. “We wanna go wif him! We wanna see Daddy work! Please, Mommy!” Now both of them were crying—hiccuping, sniffling, noses all red and runny.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry—Daddy will come home soon.”

“NOOOOOOO,” they both wailed in unison. “WANNA SEE DADDY NOW!”

Y/N exhaled, biting back a fond smile. “Okay, okay—let’s call him, okay?”

The second those words left Y/N’s mouth, both of them perked up just a little, their cries reducing to sniffles as they nodded frantically. Y/N grabbed their phone and pressed Lando’s contact. Within seconds, the call connected, and his face popped up on the screen.

“Hey, love—”

Before he could finish, Noah and Leo started sobbing all over again. “DADDY!!!”

“Whoa—what happened? Why are my two little spider-man crying?”

Noah and Leo immediately scrambled to get closer to the screen. “DADDY!!!” They wailed in unison, tears streaming down their flushed cheeks.

“Oh no, what’s wrong, buddies?” Lando frowned, clearly distressed.

“We wanna go wif youuu!” Leo sobbed, pressing his face against the phone screen as if he could somehow teleport to his father’s side.

“Wanna see you nowwww,” Noah hiccupped, face all scrunched up as more tears streamed down his cheeks.

Lando’s brows knitted together, his lips forming a little pout. “Oh, my babies… I miss you so much too. But I’ll be home soon, yeah?”

“NOOOO!”

At this point, their crying was getting dramatic—shoulders shaking, little gasps in between sobs, faces all blotchy and red. Y/N could hear a few people in the background of Lando’s call chuckling softly, obviously overhearing the whole scene.

Lando looked wrecked. Like, visibly about to drop everything and fly back home. Y/N met his eyes through the screen, and in that moment, they both knew—there was no way they could just let the boys cry like this.

Y/N sighed, already knowing where this was going. "Lando, should we just—"

"Yes. Absolutely yes. Bring them here. I don’t care how, just—just get here."

And that’s how, just a few hours later, Daddy wouldn’t have to miss his boys for long—because now the boys were running straight into their daddy’s arms, giggling through the very same tears they had shed that morning.

[skullbubbles]

Sleepy Head -- Sheamus X Reader Chapter One.

You live in Suplex City, a miserable rat's nest of night shifts and back alley bars. You take a trip to the Brogue Kick Saloon and find yourself a handsome fella' who needs the sense knocked into him.

Chapter one * Chapter Two * Chapter Three

Eventual Smut * Hurt/Comfort * Canon Typical Violence * Slow Burn * Whump * Blood/Injury * AFAB Fem Reader

🔞No Minors🔞

This was a bar that felt like it was trying to kick you out before you even walked in, you thought. But, crucially, it was a bar. You’d had to put in some bullshit over time on the closing shift and your usual haunt had shuttered up. You just needed a beer and a breather before the long walk home to your downtown apartment. The “Brogue Kick Saloon” would have to do.

Pool balls clacked and the halogen lights buzzed, the lights seemingly purposefully dim. The concrete floor scuffed your boots. It was your average watering hole in Suplex City.

You perched on a stool. The Barkeeper turned to face you, an absolute wall of a man with a ginger mohawk. A piercing glinted from his septum.

His eyes traced you up and down before he spoke, “What cha’ want?” “Just a beer.” You yawned, you moved to pick out some bills from your wallet.

A sweaty hand stopped you. You flinched.

“I’ll cover it, lady.” You hadn’t noticed the man next to you until now. He was drinking something that left his breath sickly sweet.

“I’m good, thanks.” You said. You hoped that would be the last of it, you didn’t have the energy to give out any more niceties after spending hours with a fake smile at work. You had a brief fantasy of smacking him in the mouth, but decided that wasn’t a good way to ingratiate yourself to the bar.

The man shuffled closer to you, “You won’t even give me a chance? I ain’t even said two words to you, sweetheart!” “Look, I just want a drink to myself, I’m really tired–” He started to get up, “Oh you’re tired? You’re too tired to be polite to a nice guy like me? Fuckin’ too good for a guy like me?!”

Slam

The barkeeper had slapped his palm down in front of the man next to you. Every glass on the counter clinked and spilled. The whole bar knew to hush up. His stare was ice cold.

“We got trouble, fella’?” “I– Uh– She’s being–!” He leaned in closer, you could feel yourself shrink in his shadow, “She said no.” “I’m just sayin’ she–” “Oh, you don’t wanna’ talk back to me, mate.”

His voice was daring the patron to make the wrong move.

“She’s bein’ a bitch!”

Slam. Crack. Thud. Drip, drip, drip.

He grabbed his head and crashed his face down into the glass. His sorry, limp body rolled off the stool. The barkeeper looked down, flicking the last shards of glass and a single strawberry onto the ground.

“Sorry about that.” He said and went back to wiping down the counter. “T-thanks.” You stammered, heart refusing to slow down from the shock.

Two men had scurried from around the jukebox and scraped their friend from the floor, profusely apologizing and bowing their heads. You finally caught your breath and began to down your drink.

“Thirsty?” He chuckled. “Nah, just needed it after that.” He nodded, “I understand… It might be a shit hole, but it's a shit hole where you’re safe.”

You nursed the last dregs of beer and looked at the clock: 3:16 am. The idea of walking back alone with sore feet and drooping eyes sounded like torture. You let yourself slump onto the counter and rested your eyes. Somehow, the gentle chatter and tinny voices from the record player felt almost soothing.

***

“C’mon sweetheart. Wakey-wakey.”

You blinked away, your neck was sore but you felt refreshed, or at least as refreshed as you could after having napped on a countertop all night. You looked up at the barkeeper, who was giving you a weary smile. His hands were gentle on you, almost hesitant.

“I’dda’ let you lie-in but I gotta’ close up.”

You had forgotten where you were until you glanced at that clock behind the bar: 7:12am.

“Oh god, I am so sorry.” You shook yourself awake and stood up, “I don’t know what got into me, I wasn’t even tipsy–” “No worries.” He shrugged, “You’re a damn sight nicer than most of the people who pass out in here.”

You scrambled to look at your phone, your roommates had swarmed you with texts. You thanked your lucky stars that Sunday was your day off. You brushed yourself off and started for the door.

“Um, thanks again…” “Call me Sheamus.” “Thank you, Sheamus.” You smiled and reached for the door. He cleared his throat, “You, uh, want someone to walk you home?” “I’ve troubled you enough. Its light out, I’ll be fine.”

He gave you a little wave and he watched you walk out the door. You’d definitely be back again.

***

“Look who it is! Sleepy-head!” Sheamus beamed at you. You felt your cheeks redden. He was cute for a man built like a brick shit house. At least this time you weren’t baggy eyed and sweaty from work.

It was Saturday, the city was pink in the setting sun. The doors of the bar were propped open to let the breeze chase through the building. Work had eased up enough to let you have a proper night out. This time, your roommates knew where you were, and had helpfully encouraged you to wear something short and low cut.

You found a stool to watch him work; the bar was a little more packed than it had been in the wee-hours. The regulars seemed to clamour for him, he was always winking and throwing his head back to laugh. After the groups of drinkers found the pool table or started games of poker over mismatched furniture, he found you again.

“On the house.” He slid over a beer. “You didn’t have to do that.” “Nah’, but I was wondering if you’d be back. Couldn’t help but worry. You look less like death-warmed-over tonight.” “I’m charmed.” You said, you lifted your glass, “Sláinte.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, lifting his own half finished beer, “Sláinte agatsa!”

You began to chat, talking work, weather and all that nonsense. You told him how you spent your sundays, taking afternoon walks and buying reduced food at the grocery store in the evening and then getting rest before the morning shift on monday. He talked about his own routine; mop down the sticky counters, load up the kegs in the tap room, fall asleep on his sofa with the dogs in the morning and wake up to open the bar up.

He got distracted a few times, his regulars smirking when they went unnoticed. He got teased a few times, unlike other jokes he didn’t banter back. He just waved them off.

“So. What’s your excuse this time?” He asked. “Whatever do you mean?” “No one comes in here unless they’ve got nowhere else to go for the night. Been kicked out all the others or can’t afford a decent pint in a real bar.” “This is a real bar!” You laughed defensively, “A bar where there tables aren’t held up with beer mats and prayers.” He snorted. “Well, I can think of at least one charm to this old place.” You looked into his eyes and smiled coyly.

“What am I supposed to say now?” He cooed at you, his voice low and lilting, “‘Oh my, what’s a pretty, little thing like you doin’ in a bar like mine?’” “Something like that.” You said, sitting your chin in your hands.

Sheamus broke away from your gaze, only to linger on you again as you innocently batted your eyes. He grumbled out a sigh, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“I know what yer’ gettin’ at, you don’t owe me shit." You trace your finger over the lip of your drink, “I know.” You were here for fun. To enjoy the little spark you’d found in the middle of this miserable rat’s nest of a city. To avoid having to think about the next night shift in the arms of a stranger. You noticed his fist clench over the countertop, his knuckles whitening. His lips twitched, he was beating back a grin.

“You certainly know how to tempt a fella’...” “What’s stopping you from closing early and walking me home?” “I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman. You ain’t exactly makin it easy.” He glanced down and mumbled, ‘Specially not in that outfit.” You shimmied a little to show off. He laughed but followed with a long, tired exhale. You could tell he wasn’t going to budge, something was holding him back.

“What if I just gave you my number, call me anytime you need a creep’s face smashed in? 1800-FELLA and I’ll be there.”

“Alright. Another night then.” You found a pen in your bag and grabbed a ring stained napkin, tearing off a corner to write your number in turn, “I can be your damsel in distress any time.”

You finished your drink. You got up and pushed past the saloon doors, feeling eyes on your back as you walked away into the dark.

Many thanks, Image credits to: @liltingaway @pngzoid @logos---pngs @treasuregamble

[fours-writings]

i keep forgetting this blog was originally for my fics so here’s some recent updates of some of them:

Chapter 19 & 20 of sleepyhead are finally out; Sun is so blatantly pining, Moon’s still in denial but we’re working on it, and Monty attempts a small relationship redemption arc with Y/n via the Birds and Bees talk. (You can guess how that’s going.)

Chapter 2 of a simple concept is also finally out; still building things up, but [reader] is already done with things.

We’ve got a sleepyhead AU in the works at the moment that I’m calling born in containment vs. born in the wild. Basically, both the boys and Y/n are nagas, but, as the title suggests, Y/n is basically a “domesticated” naga while Sun and Moon are wild ones.

The first fic of my mer AU is out! Called The Shirt Test, and it is NSFW as well as semi-Moon centric hehe. I also keep unintentionally writing my Y/n’s somewhere on the ace spectrum so that totally doesn’t say anything about me as a person 😀

And that is all!