#Fast Asleep - All Star Suites

[seltzher-bottel]

“You can hear the snappy beats from outside the building…”

[alastorss]

I really enjoyed the "touching Alastor's antlers" fic! Good stuff! I was wondering if I could request reader playing with his hair and braiding it maybe? Thanks for being great! Drink water and eat a snack :p

a/n: hello!! thank you for your kind words ^ ^ i hope you enjoy this fluff!

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Alastor can't pinpoint when exactly you developed such a strange habit of playing with his hair.

He first noticed it when Angel started giving him funny looks, pointing out the braids in his hair and that they were rather charming. Of course, the Radio Demon was quick to dismiss the star's claims that they suited him.

After that, he began finding little braids in his hair with or without others seeing them first. Like, for example, he would see them when he was dressing in the morning and peering into a mirror. Or other times he would see his reflection in his deep mug of coffee. They were less of a nuisance and more of a mystery than anything.

It had to be your work, surely. No one else would ever think to do something so pointless to him. And if this were some weak attempt to humiliate him in front of his peers, anyone else wouldn't have dared.

However, he never had any real evidence that it was you messing with him.

He should probably do something about it. It would be bad for his reputation if word got out that he kind of liked the delicate work of your fingers.

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Once he's had enough of the mystery, Alastor decides to catch you in the act.

He turns his back to you on purpose, hogging the blankets as he always does, and pretends to be asleep. And just as he expected, your hands are in his hair less than ten minutes later.

Glaring at the wall, he lets you finish whatever it is you've done to his locks before he suddenly spins around in the bed to face you.

Satisfaction fills him as you yelp, scooting back in the sheets and sitting upright fast as lightning.

"You were awake?!"

Alastor just stares at you with narrow, unamused eyes.

"So it is you!"

You swallow loudly, nervously fidgeting with the blanket as the demon sits up in bed beside you. He scrutinizes your reaction, how shy you look, and his smile softens.

"It helps me sleep," you admit awkwardly. He watches as you fiddle with your fingers, unable to meet his eyes.

Alastor sighs with an exasperated shake of the head. "You simply could have told me, darling. No need to keep such a silly little thing a secret."

You perk up at his words. "You don't mind?"

He minds less than he'd like to admit, really. It also explains why he's been the little spoon so often lately.

"Not at all."

You breathe a slow sigh of relief before you're dragged into his arms. He lets you mess around with his hair that night, too. And he stays up a bit longer until your hands fall limp against the pillow beside his head.

The next day, Angel is surprised to see that the oh-so-feared Overlord has quite a few braids left in his hair.

He decides they suit him after all.

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too late [john price]

a/n: I wasn't originally gonna write anything yet because I still feel absolute dogshit, but this post by @gloomyyangel was too yummy to ignore.  I don’t really like this but what else can I do? Write some more? (gunshots)

warnings: smut after keep reading! (go away minors), swearing, hurt NO comfort, fem reader, mean!price at the start, 1.7k words oops, Lowkey abrupt ending.

summary: you let price imagine you as his ex wife because it will hurt even more to let him go, but what happens if he finally tries to make it up to you?

“F-fuuuck..” your husband groans. “Feels,, sso good, angie..” The sound of another woman’s name should be enough to make you feel bad, be enraged, scream at him, go apeshit crazy, right? Your whimpers of pleasure say so otherwise. It has been like this for years, you’ve come to terms that your husband, Captain John Price, will always see you as his ex wife. At some point you feel bad for yourself, you wouldn’t have let this shit slide. Hell, you wouldn’t even settle for a rich, handsome man all because he told you women should just stay quiet. The bitch slap you gave that man before storming out the restaurant stays engraved in the back of your mind, good days. 

But now? Now you’re settling for a man to imagine as if you’re his ex? Since when did your standards fall down to the deepest pit in the ocean? “ ‘m close, fuck, so tight for me.” You didn’t know whether to feel flustered or disgusted at the praise, knowing damn well he’s talking to angie in his mind. You gasp as your orgasm suddenly takes over your whole body, basking in that sweet, sweet pleasure. Hey, he can be a dick husband and still make you cum, nothing wrong with that. He follows suit after a few more thrusts, his hands beside your head grasping at the satin sheets. His moans ring through your ear until he finally plops down beside you.

You don’t expect him to clean up. At Least not like he used to. You get up to clean yourself before going back in the room with a warm and wet washcloth. You clean your husband up before noticing he’s already fast asleep. How did you ever get here? From your handsome Captain flattering you, taking you out on dates, treating you as if you are the sun keeping him warm, putting your pleasure first, and actually caring about you; to this man, ever so distant, calling you his ex wife’s name, never talking to you unless it’s work related or if he needs to let out some energy. And why the hell are you letting this happen? A man? Taking advantage of you? Making you some sort of sex doll?

You wish you could just be mad about it, scream and punch and cry, do anything to avenge your poor self. Yet you can’t. You love him too much, you love him like he painted the morning orange sky above, you love him like he hung up the moon and stars. You love him. Only Simon knows about his behaviour, you were a bit sceptical telling him everything since he always thought so highly of the captain, you feared he would take his side and tell you to get over yourself. You hadn’t expected him to pull you in a tight hug and whisper to you that you should leave him. You cried for the first time in a long time that night.

Snapping back to reality, you get dressed in your sleeping clothes and settle next to your sleeping husband. Staring into his shut eyes, wondering where you went wrong. You let your eyes droop to sleep, preparing your mind for another unbearable day tomorrow.

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As months passed, you and John were still together, happy, no, but still married. You start to grow numb, never once batting an eyelash when he cums again after moaning “angie”. What an annoying sound in your ears it was. Don’t get me wrong, you still felt good whenever he decided to initiate something sexual with you. Your moans and whines fill the air alongside the sound of slapping skin. Simon gives you the usual disappointed look, but you honestly can’t tell if that’s his resting face or not. Then, everything changes.

“Darling, d’you wanna get food with me?” You freeze on the empty couch in the equally empty rec room. The sound of John’s voice making your heart skip a beat. He has never asked you to eat out with him, well ever since he normalised moaning a different name in bed. It’s like all his intimacy and chivalry left with your dignity. “Umm, I just had dinner Sergeant Garrick, Captain. I’m set for the night..” you reply after you peeked behind you, making sure he was talking to you. “At ease, I’m talking to you as my wife, [Y/N]” You let out a forced chuckle before going back to the book you were reading. “Why were you out with Kyle?” you hear him mutter. He can’t be serious. “..We were both free and hungry?” you reply in a meek voice. “I was free. Couldn’t even be bothered to ask your husband first?” 

The way your blood was boiling the moment that stupid sentence left his mouth. Why does he care? Does he think that he can moan a different woman’s name in bed and get away with it but you going out for dinner with a friend is all of a sudden, adultery? “You told me you’d be busy the whole day. Why is it a big deal I went out with Gaz? It’s not like I’ve been saying his name during sex.” You quickly shut your eyes, you didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. You prepared for his anger, instead you were met with a deep sigh. “I’ll let you be.” He says defeatedly, walking away from the scene. You see a confused Simon in the corner before squealing out of surprise. “How long have you been there, freak?” Simon only chuckles, “Tha’ don’t matter, Cap’n looks devastated. Ya think he’s been feeling guilty?” He sips on his black tea, you remove the hand clutching your shirt near the beat of your heart. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” You fall face down on the couch to scream, ignoring Simon’s deep voice laughing at your pain.

What you both didn’t know is that John has been feeling bad for how he’s been treating you. He would notice your soft giggles echoing the hallways as Johnny picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, at how pretty you look in casual clothes, how your hair flows during bar hopping nights with the team, how your face shines in the city lights. How your nose scrunches when you get teased by Simon for liking your coffee too sweet. How beautiful you sound when he’s feeling you up and down, your surprised gasps as he rubs your clit in circles, how sinfully angelic you look when you come undone. Fuck, he really messed up.

So he makes it up to you, he cuddles after ruining your guts, he cleans you up, he wakes up before you to cook you breakfast. He makes your coffee the way you like it, gets you flowers every now and then, kisses you more passionately rather than his usual rushed ones. He loves you tenderly but it all seems foreign, even though he used to do it for the first few years of your relationship, you had already forgotten how it feels like to be loved by this man.

You feel nauseated. How could he go back to the way things were, like he hasn’t been giving you the cold shoulder for months now? Why now? WHY now? Why NOW? You stay cautious, every sweet move he’s doing puts you on edge. You knock on your Lieutenant’s door before he tells you to “come in” with that same ol’ gruff voice. As the night rolls in, you’ve already told him everything Price was doing, how he kept acting lovingly without addressing the past few months. He tells you you have two options: to confront him, or to go along with it. Neither of it seems appealing to you but deep down, you know he’s right. 

You thank Simon for the advice leaving his room to confront your husband tonight. The minute you walk into John’s room, his face lights up and asks you if you’ve eaten.  You scoff as you tell him you need to talk. “Why are you doing this to me, John?” you finally speak up after staring into the same eyes you fell for. His face drops, eyebrows furrowing, “What do you mean by that, dove?” A sigh escapes your soft lips, “Don’t call me that, John. Don’t act as if you weren’t just calling me, imagining me as your ex wife during our most intimate times. Don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring me, acting as if I didn't exist ‘til you needed work done or if you needed to have a shag.” You let out, tears staining your cheeks. John reaches out to wipe them but you move his hand away. “I mean, was it all a joke to you? Did I mean nothing but a body for you to imagine as if you were still together with her?” John finally talks, “You know it’s not like that, [Y/N]-” 

“Then what, John? What is it like? God, you- you” hyperventilating now, you search for the right words to come out. “You changed me. Acting like nothing’s wrong and being all sweet won’t work on me. I gave up on whatever our relationship was a long time ago.” His breath hitches, “Baby, please-” “I should go.” you cut him off. “Please, I’ll do better, we can start over?” he pleads, grabbing your arm. “It’s not that easy, John.” “Loving you is easy. I love you like it’s breathing. Please. You mean the world to me. I can’t let you go knowing i fucked up everything.” He sounds desperate now.

“I love you, John. But I don’t think I can ever love you like I used to.” He looks up to you, bloodshot eyes as tears pour over his face. You reach over to wipe them away. He leans into your touch. “Don’t give up on me, please?” You give him one last broken smile, “We’re way past not giving up, my love.” 

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[skiiyoomin]

hello! i’m not sure if you’re taking reqs so if not feel free to skip this! i was wondering if we can get a oneshot of bakugo x reader except reader is a famous jpop idol (or even a global pop star) and bakugo is a pro hero. how the rest plays out can totally be up to you but i thought this would be a unique pairing. :)

ʚCont: pro hero! Bakugou x idol! reader, inspo from the met gala, gn! reader, swearing cause its bakugou

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a/n Hi hi! Yes my reqs are open so feel free to ask as much as you´d like! I looove the idea, its literally one of my fave tropes. It´s a little short but I thought it was a cute way to start a possible relationship between bakugo and reader :>

Bakugou hated attending these events. The constant flashing of camera lights, the stuffiness of his suit, the obnoxious voices of paparazzi begging him to look their way. It was exhausting.

But alas, as one of the top heroes, he had to show his face more often than he´d like to and make small talk with people he could care less about. At least he´d get a few free drinks and food for the night.

As he finished walking down the red carpet and away from the dizzying lights, a figure smaller than his own bumped into him. And Bakugou in his very characteristic fashion, was ready to threat whoever wasn´t watching their step. "Oi, watch where you´re-"

The words died in his throat when his ruby eyes landed on your own. You had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The luxurious fabric of your extravagant clothes complimented your features and sitted on the curves of your body just right. He realizes he was staring more than he should when your silky voice reached his ears.

"I´m so sorry!! It´s just it´s a bit hard to walk in these clothes" You admit with an embarrsed chuckle. He tsks, though there was no real annoyance directed towards you. "Can´t believe they´re making you wear something you can´t even walk in"

You chuckle feeling flattered by the concerns from someone who was so notorious for being abrasive...and devilishly handsome. "Yeah, well, you know, practicality isn´t really on top of their priority list."

To the surprise of the both of you, he holds his arm out. "What table are you assigned in?" God it took everything in him not to sweep you off your feet with the way your doe eyes were marveling up at him. You link your arm around his own. "Table three"

He hums in acknowledgement, though deep down he felt his heart hammering in his chest like a teenage boy. "Good, at least there will be a pretty face sitting with me"

It was embarrassing how quickly heat rose to your cheeks from such a common and simple compliment you heard quite often. Though it felt so different hearing it slip from his tongue. It felt genuine.

The picture you had portrayed of the pro hero Dynamight completely shattered the longer you spent the night engaged in conversation with him. He too, felt any prejudices he may have held against you for being an idol slip away. Conversation rolled easily between you two as if you had been friends for years, and for the first time in a very long time, you both truly enjoyed being there.

Of course, it didn´t make it any less exhausting. The proof being written all over your energy drained face by the time the clock struck 12 PM. Lucky you, Bakugou had a knack for being observant, so it didn´t take long before he realized how fatigued you felt, and truthfully, he wasn´t doing much better than you. He was just better at hiding it.

"Let me drive you home" It wasn´t a question, and it´s not like you had the energy to retaliate. You let him place a warm calloused hand on your waist while he led you to his car. The drive back to your home felt like it went by in a flash, though it must be because you were fast asleep.

His heart clenched when he gazed at your soft features while you were deep in slumber. But alas, the last thing he wanted was to overstep boundaries, so, albeit begrudgingly, he reached out and shook your shoulder.

"Hey, wake up, we´re here"

Your dark lashes fluttered against your cheeks before your eyelids slowly opened. It took you a long moment to gather your surroundings, but once you realized, your lips formed into a small `o´.

Bakugou thought it was a crime to look so adorable, but it´s not like he would ever tell you that. "C´mon, i´ll help you upstairs"

Once again, his hands felt just right against your body when he aided you in walking properly to your home. Everything felt like a fever dream. The way he respectfully removed any excessive fabric of clothing or the way he helped you into your bed in a surprisingly soft manner for someone so rough.

But you realized how real it was when you spotted a little note sticked to your fridge the next morning with beautifully neat handwriting saying:

"Text me xxx-xx-xx-xx"

And if anyone had seen the wide grin that spread across your face, they would have called you a simp. Maybe you were.

[champion-of-love]

eah texting hcs

the charming siblings have a groupchat ofc and dexter is the admin

their gc photo is a blurry picture of their dad midsneeze and they got it from a stock photo website. their dad has tried to sue the photographer's company but lost the suit and it's the trios' favorite photo.

the gc is mostly them sending memes to each other, accusing each other of taking their stuff, or passing messages from their parents to the intended sibling (the charming castle being so massive and all)

their gc names were just their names at first til one day dex got so pissed at daring that he changes his brother's nickname to 'demanding' charming

darling laughed so hard she saw stars and made her twin promise to never change it back

darling's nickname is 'dueling' charming

dexter's nickname is 'dismaying' charming

(he picked it out himself, and daring and darling shared a concerned looked at the other when he did.)

the wonderlandians also have a groupchat. lizzie, maddie and kitty and eventually alistair and bunny

to match all their names, alistair happily changed his nickname to 'allie' and lizzie gave the loudest snort at it

their entire chat is in riddlish and other wonderlandian dialects and theyre happy they get to practice their native tongues even if they're away from home

maddie's messages are sometimes so nonsensical (so wonderlandian) that the kookiness can sometimes short out their mirrorphones

cue to kitty dropping by lizzie and bunny's rooms warning them to not open the groupchat for a while so they don't short out their phones

kitty never warns alistair though, because she thinks it's funny.

alistair just opens that chat with no suspicion and gets flash-banged by maddie's texts and has to spend the rest of the day with no phone, a little hearing loss and dark spots in his vision.

the pink squad also have a groupchat. cupid, briar and hopper, my beloveds.

briar is the admin and the groupchat moves at the speed of light

cupid and briar text rapidfire and send gossip, memes, selfies, screenshots and etc and react as fast to each others' messages as well

hopper wakes up to a massive backread that he has to spend half an hour in the morning catching up or he won't understand what they'll be talking about in lunch

they use that chat to plan events they want to go to and to send photos that they took during the event itself

their gc pic is a group photo of all of them posing pretty cool in front of a mirror during true hearts day (their first party)

they manage to get humphrey to encode some special features into their chat so that:

(a) briar's phone can send a message if she falls asleep alone somewhere to broadcast her location so any one of them can go to her

(b) hopper's phone can also send his location if he becomes a frog and there's no one to turn him back

(c) cupid's phone also sends her location. not because she physically needs help, but because she gets lonely (being further away from home than all of them).

briar and hopper always take this seriously and arrive with hot chocolate, cupcakes and hugs.

anyways this series has been dead for years now but thinking about these kids always gives me the feels and i had to talk about them

[hypewinter]

Danny checked his package one last time. Just like the other 50 dozen times he had checked, it was undisturbed. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around his gift and the bow was still placed perfectly in the center of the package. The bag he was currently carrying it in was likewise in decent condition. No threat of a tear in sight.

Thank goodness. He wanted the surprise to be perfect. After all, Jason had been doing much better recently. It had been two months already since he had found the poor boy trying to claw his way out of his own grave. Two painful months of panic attacks, crying, screaming and hitting but it was all worth it.

Of course Jason still had his bad days. The worse were when he would just stare blankly off into the distance. As if he soul was still deciding whether it wanted to go back to his body or stay in the Ghost Zone. Those days terrified Danny because each time, he was always scared that would be the day Jason's soul decided to stay where it was. Yet he was still here and that constituted a celebration. Danny checked his package once again. Yep still there. Danny didn't really get all that Jane Eyre stuff but Jason seemed to like it. The days he chattered on and on about it were some of his best days. The ones where he was fully present and not reliving the worst experience of his life. Danny really hoped the Brontë Sisters Box Set he'd gotten would inspire more of those good days.

As he rounded the corner, now only a couple of blocks away from his apartment, he heard crying. Or was it laughing? Either way it sounded like a child and a kid being out here this late at night couldn't be a good sign. Danny rerouted towards the alleyway he heard the sound coming from.

There he saw a boy huddled in the corner. He was wearing some type of purple and green suit. As Danny approached, the boy looked up to reveal a face smeared with white face paint and fat tears. Danny put his hands up as the kid shrank further into the corner.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Where are your parents at buddy?"

In response, the kid broke out into another giggle fit. But Danny could see from the terrified look in his eyes and the tears that continued to flow freely that the boy didn't mean to laugh. He crouched down and placed the bag on the ground, inching forward slightly.

"It's okay, It's okay," he said quickly, attempting to calm the boy down. "How about we start by getting that makeup off of you huh?"

Danny inched forward slowly but surely, stopping periodically when the boy got too panicked. Eventually, he was right in front of the kid and carefully used his sleeve to wipe his face as clean as possible.

"There. Is that better?"

The boy's giggling turned into snickering which might actually mean he was going from crying to sniffling. At least that's what he hoped was happening. Danny breathed and decided to take a risk by pulling the boy into an embrace. When he met no resistance, he softly rubbed circles in the kid's back and soothed him. He sat like that for a while, just soothing the boy as he got quieter and quieter until Danny looked down and discovered that the boy was fast asleep.

As much as Danny really didn't want to disturb the kid, they couldn't stay in this alley all night and he had to get home to check on Jason. So he slowly scooped the boy up and stood. Luckily the boy remained undisturbed. Danny let go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding and exited the alleyway, picking up the bag as he did so.

By the time he made it to his apartment building, Danny was actively thanking all of his lucky stars. He had made it back with the kid still sleeping soundly. There had been no more disturbances of the night. He hadn't even run into a single robber! Normally he would have encountered at least 3 by now. But now here he was, faced with his final hurdle. How to get inside and to his apartment?

His keys were in his back pocket. Maybe if he put the bag down and reached into his pocket? No, that would require bending and jostling. Besides, even if that didn't wake the kid, Danny would then have to take the steps since the elevator was broken and he lived on the 5th floor. He couldn't risk it. So then how? Aha, the window.

He often kept the window to his apartment open because it helped ease Jason's clausophobia. Of course Danny was well aware of how dangerous that was considering his apartment was in the middle of a place dubbed "Crime Alley" but thanks to the new and improved Fenton Security System which now recognized his signature and was programmed to target and subdue humans, that wasn't a problem. Danny checked his surroundings before letting gravity fall away from him and floating to his window.

Once his feet touched down on the fire escape he studied his point of entry. He had to do this as quickly and as swiftly as possible. One.... two.... THREE.... and what was he doing!? You have intangibility, idiot! Danny scolded himself. He would have slapped himself if it wasn't for the aforementioned kid he was carrying. In his defense though, Danny had put the lid on most of his ghostly abilities since he had brought Jason home.

He blew out some air as he peered into the living room. He didn't see Jason so hopefully the kid wasn't just sitting somewhere he couldn't see. Danny took a step and seamlessly entered his apartment. No surprised screaming from the kitchenette? Good. Good good good.

Danny made his way deeper inside the living room, placing his package on the TV stand. He then gently laid the boy down on the love seat, taking a step back and holding his breath. When the boy didn't stir, he let the breath go and went over to grab the blanket draped over the couch. Coming back, Danny draped it over the kid before moving on down the hall to Jason's room. He eased the door open and peered inside, catching sight of a form bundled under the covers, a tuft of hair peeking out. Danny waited a beat to make sure he saw the form properly rising and falling before he closed the door and crept back to the living room. Then he curled up in the beat up old couch to be nearby in case the kid woke up in the middle of the night.

Danny sighed as he readjusted around a spring poking out. How had he gone from moving away from all of the craziness of Amity Park to taking in two boys? He really hoped he wasn't getting in over his head.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

In honor of pajama Jamil, Fellow should drop his nighttime routine too.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“My nighttime routine?” Fellow repeated your words slowly. They made sense apart, but not together.

He was squashed on a thin, dusty mattress, shoved away into a corner of an attic. Fellow had shed his suit and top had for a sleeveless shirt, boxers (red and white vertical striped, like a classic carnival tent), and ratty socks, a big toe poking out from a hole. Next to him, Gidel laid on his side in an oversized shirt and pants, yawning.

Night had descended, leaving only the golden circle provided by a waning candle as a light source. You leaned closer, out of the darkness and into the illuminated safety of their corner, nodding.

“Hah. I was shocked when first saw those fancy schmancy ‘routines’. Thousands of thaumarks on skincare products, entire yoga sessions before bed, preparing a set of clothes for sleeping in, feasting and then passing out from a food coma… Who has the time or energy to commit to those?!

“Giddie and I, we do the basics. If we can find a source of water—a river or something—we’ll wash in there. Ah, and we’ve gotta have dinner beforehand, in case any of it spills on our clothes. Then we’d have to wash those off too. We tend to eat fast. Can’t let food sit around uneaten for too long, or it’ll go bad.

“I keep some things for our travels, but it’s not much. We’ve whittled down our last bar of soap to a few scraps, and I think we’ve just about squeezed all we can out of our last tube of toothpaste. Our toothbrushes are getting pretty ratty too, we’ll need new ones soon…”

The candlelight seemed to make Fellow appear older, especially when he spoke of his hardships. The darkness of his pupils more intense, almost pulsating, his weariness put on show.

“We’re lucky to even have a place to sleep tonight. Worst comes to worst, we sleep under the stars in the clothes we wore during the day. That’s all we have to really call ours: the clothes on our back and the freedom that comes with it.”

A weak thread of joy sounded in the mention of freedom. Lighter, breathier, like a bird in flight, unbound by the land.

“Some nights,” Fellow admitted with a bitter laugh, “it’s hard to sleep at all. If it rains or snows, if we haven’t had a decent fill of food from the day’s work… The cold, the hunger, the dread of an uncertain tomorrow, keeps us up.”

“That sounds rough,” you frowned. “How do you manage to fall asleep like that?”

“I have my ways. When reality is too hard to deal with, you’ve got your imagination to fall back on for a distraction. We’ll look at the stars, try to find shapes and meanings in them, talk until we’re tired.” Fellow prodded Gidel with a finger. “Right, Giddie? Remember that story I told you about a girl with the matchsticks? And the big bear in the sky?”

Gidel nodded sleepily. Another yawn—his lids were heavy.

Fellow’s own eyes fluttered. He, too, yawned, catching the dregs of sleep that had fallen over his companion.

“Haha, looks like you’ve talked yourself tired already,” you said, careful to keep your volume down. “I’ll let you guys catch up on your Zs then.”

“I’m not tired,” he insisted, but there was little fight in his voice.

“Shhhhh, shhhh. It’s okay. Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day,” you gently coaxed.

His lids lowered, flickering in a futile effort to stay awake.

The dying candlelight compelled him. The steady and soft cadence of your words, a lullaby.

Fellow fell asleep, Gidel hugging him as though the fox were a massive stuffed animal. He slumped, nestled the boy protectively.

“… Good night,” you murmured.

You blew out the candle, sentencing the room to the realm of darkness and dreams.

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Hans Gruber

And we’re back with the filth, Hans Gruber edition 😉 What delights do Hans and his partner in crime get up to?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brings you a drink and gives you a massage. Whispers sweet nothings to you in English and German as you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His shoulders. He's got a strong build, and it makes those fancy suits he likes look very good.

Your hands. Whether you're touching him, a weapon, a computer keyboard, your hands hold his attention and drives him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you. He loves to feel you tighten around his cock, taking all of him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any dirty secrets. You know all his most filthy desires and have done most of them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s decently experienced. Enough to know what he likes and how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you spread out on a desk or table, your legs around his waist and his feet on the ground so he can thrust nice and hard into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll laugh darkly at the way you get when you’re desperate from being edged or completely cock-drunk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well groomed and neat is his style.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can actually be very romantic with you. His favourite term of endearment for you is Schatzi, whispered in your ear or against your lips. You are his treasure, his jewel, and he makes sure you know it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

While you watch. He’ll stroke himself while you strip, a slow tease for both of you. Sometimes you’ll watch him finish, sometimes you can’t resist and end up knelt between his legs finishing the job for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging. He loves bringing you to the brink over and over. Prolonging the sensation before finally making you see stars. Impact play. A little pain to heighten the pleasure, like smacking your ass as you ride his thigh.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere really. He’ll prefer somewhere where with some luxury like a fancy hotel room, but he’ll take you against the wall of a parking garage if the mood strikes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you square up against someone, verbally or physically. To Hans, it's a thing of beauty to watch you skilfully hand someone their ass and it drives him wild. And on the flip side of that, when you're submissive and vulnerable to him. He is the only person in the world you would be like that with and that mix of trust, love and sensuality really turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not much is off the table with him. He won’t do public sex thought. He is possessive and won’t have anyone else see you like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys giving just as much as receiving and is very skilled.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Happens a fair amount. He’s such a composed, in control man, you like teasing him till he snaps and takes you hard and fast wherever you are.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment when something intrigues either of you. You’ve indulged in some gun and knife play, so he’ll take some risks but not push things too far.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

On average, four. Sometimes more. He likes to wear you out and make sure your legs are still weak the next day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really have a use for toys. Prefers the satisfaction of using his hands and mouth make you scream.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Definitely a tease. He’ll touch you everywhere except where you need until you beg. He’ll keep your hands pinned down so you can’t touch him. The man’s a menace.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not really loud. More heavy breathing, gasps and growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Planning the tower heist together was a massive turn on for both of you. You had desk sex on top of your plans several times.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A good seven inches and thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High but controlled.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little while to fall asleep after. He’ll usually sit half up in bed and finish a cigarette, enjoying the after glow and the feeling of you laying in his arms.

[onlyonetifosi]

The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max Verstappen, her husband and the reigning Formula 1 World Champion, laid asleep next to her. Their twin boys, Liam and Luca, were eight years old who had inherited their father's passion for racing and had been karting since they were four; and their baby girl, Elisse, was five. With a heart full of love and a life full of adventure, they were a family bound by their passion for racing. In the Verstappen household, mornings were filled with laughter and excitement.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" YN called out, her voice carrying through the spacious house.

The children raced down the stairs, their little feet barely touching the ground. YN watched with a smile as Liam and Luca donned their miniature racing suits, their tiny helmets resting proudly on their heads.

"Morning, my racing stars," Max said, his eyes twinkling with pride. He placed Elisse in her high chair and ruffled Liam's and Luca's hair.

"Daddy, we can't wait for today!" Liam exclaimed, his face beaming with anticipation.

Luca nodded vigorously. "Yeah, and we'll be even faster than you, Dad!"

YN chuckled, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Liam. "Well, boys, you've certainly got the talent. Just don't forget to eat your breakfast first. Champions need fuel, you know."

The twins exchanged excited glances before digging into their breakfast, fueling their bodies for the exhilarating karting competition ahead. As they ate, their lively chatter filled the room, recounting stories of their karting adventures and cheering for their favorite drivers. Max looked on, marveling at the indomitable spirit his children had inherited.

"Daddy, look at my helmet! Just like yours!" Liam exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration for his father.

Max beamed at his son, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You're a true champion, just like your dad!"

Luca, not one to be left out, tugged on Max's sleeve. "Papa, do you think I can be as fast as you one day?"

Max's grin widened as he lifted Luca into his arms. "Absolutely, buddy. You have racing in your blood!"

YN wrapped her arms around the trio, feeling blessed beyond measure. "Alright, boys, it's time to get ready for school. Elisse, sweetheart, do you want to help Daddy prepare your breakfast?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with delight, knowing that her time with her father was precious. "Yes, Mommy! I'll help Daddy!"

As they all gathered in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. Max held Elisse in his arms, guiding her delicate hands as she poured the batter onto the sizzling pan.

"Daddy, can we go to the track today?" Liam asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Max nodded, flipping a pancake skillfully. "Of course! We're going to meet up with Uncle Daniel, Uncle Charles, Uncle George, Uncle Alex, and Uncle Pierre at the track. It's going to be a fantastic day!"

After a hearty breakfast, the Verstappen family hopped into their car, the twins eagerly buckling up in the backseat. The drive to the racetrack was filled with chatter and laughter, their voices blending harmoniously.

Arriving at the track, they were welcomed by a sea of F1 fans, all eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. The children, wide-eyed with excitement, clung to their parents' hands tightly.

As they made their way through the paddock, YN smiled and waved at familiar faces. Kika, Pierre Gasly's girlfriend, approached them with open arms.

"YN, Max! The gang's all here!" Kika exclaimed, her joyful tone infectious. "Lily and Carmen are waiting for you near the pits."

The Verstappen children, having formed a close bond with the other F1 drivers' families, ran towards their friends. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, scooped up Luca in her arms, spinning him around playfully.

"Uncle Alex says I'm his lucky charm!" Luca giggled, his laughter filling the air.

"Uncle Charles said he wants to race with us too!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N's eyes twinkled with amusement as she played along, "Oh, really? Well, you better watch out. Uncle Charles might be fast, but you two are the fastest kids on the karting track!"

Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, smiled warmly at the sight of the children. Elisse toddled over to her, her tiny hands reaching out for a hug.

"Look at my little princess!" Carmen cooed, planting a gentle kiss on Elisse's cheek. "George is waiting for all of you by the garage. He's ready to show off his driving skills!"

The children beamed, feeling a sense of belonging in their racing family. They clung to their "uncles" and "aunties," forming a bond as strong as any blood relation.

The girls were talking and catching up while watching from the stands how Max, Charles, Alex, George and the Verstappen twins raced each other.

Kika chimed in "Liam and Luca are incredible. They're going to be the next big thing in motorsport!"

"They have the talent, that's for sure. But it's their passion that makes me the proudest"

Max and Y/N's baby girl, Elisse, sat in her mother's lap, her eyes wide with wonder. The five-year-old was the apple of her father's eye, and the ultimate daddy's girl. Max showered her with affection, and she basked in his adoration.

"Mommy, can I have chocolate croissants?" Elisse, the five-year-old little girl , asked her mum, her doe-like eyes sparkling with innocence.

Y/N scooped Elisse into her arms, pressing a loving kiss to her rosy cheek. "Of course, my sweet girl. Just for you."

The conversation continued as they settled into their seats. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, and Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, joined them. The four women chatted animatedly, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences and love for the sport.

"¡Hoy fue increíble!" Carmen exclaimed in Spanish, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N laughed, replying in Spanish as well. "Sí, nuestras futuras estrellas están arrasando. Los quiero tanto."

Liam emerged victorious, a wide grin spreading across his face. Luca, not far behind, joined his brother in celebrating their accomplishments. The twins had made their mark, leaving an indelible impression on the track.

Y/N, overcome with joy, rushed toward the boys, sweeping them into a tight embrace. "You did it! I'm so proud of you both!"

Max joined the embrace, his pride shining through. "My little champions! You're incredible!"

"Daddy, Liam and Luca are so fast!" Elisse exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Max chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, they are, sweetheart. Just like you, they make Daddy very proud."

Max scooped Elisse up into his arms and peppered her with kisses. "How's my princess doing?"

"Great race, boys!" Max exclaimed, hugging them into his arms and planting kisses on their cheeks while having Elisse in his arms. "You were amazing, my little champions!"

"Daddy, I'm faster than you!" Liam declared, his eyes shining with triumph.

Max feigned a look of surprise, his voice filled with mock disbelief. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to step up my game then!"

Liam and Luca couldn't wait to show Elisse their karts and introduce her to their world of racing.

"Elisse, look!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is my kart! It's super fast!"

Elisse clapped her hands in delight, her gaze moving to Liam's kart. "And this one is Liam's kart! It's just as cool!"

Liam puffed out his chest, grinning. "That's right! We're going to teach you everything we know, Elisse!"

Elisse's face lit up, a smile that mirrored her father's adorning her lips

After an exhilarating day at the track, the Verstappen family returned home, their hearts filled with joy and memories. YN tucked the children into their beds, their eyelids growing heavy with sleep. "Daddy, do you love me more than racing?" Elisse asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Max's eyes softened, and he kissed Elisse's forehead. "Darling, you're my princess. There's nothing in the world that I love more than you"

Elisse giggled, hugging her father tightly. "I love you, Daddy"

Max grinned. "I love you too, my little angel"

Elisse giggled again, her little hands reaching out to touch Max's face. She was a daddy's girl through and through, and Max loved every moment of it.

"Daddy, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Elisse asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Max settled beside his daughter, his eyes twinkling. "Once upon a time, there was a young racer named Max, who had a family of champions…"

As Max wove a tale of dreams and triumphs, the children drifted into peaceful slumber, their hearts filled with the love of their racing hero. In the Verstappen household, every day was an adventure, every moment a cherished memory, and their love for one another shone brighter than any trophy ever could.

[thefrogdalorian]

Battered & Bruised

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: As you sit side by side on the porch outside your cabin, gazing at the stars, the stunning sight leaves you and Din reflecting on your pasts. The danger and punishing existence he once led is a lifestyle that you are so grateful he left behind to live happily with you and Grogu.

Word Count: 2.3k ✯ Rating: General ✯ Content Warnings: Din sustaining injuries in the past briefly mentioned but not described in any detail, hinted that reader had a traumatic past but nothing explicit... other than that it's pure fluff! ✯ Author's Note: Started off as a musing on Din being injured but enduring it for the one he loves after watching The Fall Guy (of all things) and finally ended up as pure fluff. I'm pretty exhausted after arriving home from my recent trip but managed to finish this WIP today. Hope you enjoyed, Din deserves peace and quiet and HAPPINESS... if we don't get it in canon we'll always have the fics :')

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One of the rare occasions Din feels comfortable enough to leave the cabin you share without his helmet is when the stars twinkle high in the sky above Nevarro. At night, when it is too dark to see more than the length of a womp rat’s tail, he feels relaxed enough to join you outside without the protection of his impressive suit of armour.

You find yourself giddy each time with delight at the thought of him joining you outside, with his face briefly bared to the galaxy 

Usually, the two of you sit quietly on the porch while Grogu sleeps soundly inside, perched on the wooden bench you chose from the weekly market that passes through the town at the heart of this volcanic planet. After you moved in, Din realised that the seating arrangements on his porch could only accommodate one.

Buying it was another reminder that Din is far from alone.

So you lounge there on the bench night after night, hand in hand. Only unlacing your fingers to pour a glass of the latest exotic beverage donated by the ever-generous High Magistrate of Nevarro. 

Tonight is no exception.

Grogu was surprisingly quick to settle. Satisfied that his son was fast asleep, Din did not even have to ask whether you cared to join him for a drink on the porch. A simple look and nod were enough to convey the question. 

You know Din enjoys the peace and quiet the porch affords. Especially after long days spent raising a Mandalorian child so strong with the Force. Even though he no longer retains employment in the traditional sense – save from occasionally helping Greef Karga whenever he calls for help – raising Grogu is as demanding as any full-time job. Din rarely has a chance to relax. 

Stopping and staying still for a moment has never been particularly in his nature. Even though he is technically retired now, he would still shun such a term.

Instead, Din always seems to have a job on the go. There is always a now seldom-used blaster to clean, or a piece of armour now worn only occasionally to be polished, or maintenance for the ageing N-1 to carry out. The cabin has had more renovations and furniture rearrangements than you can count. But you never stop him. It gives him a sense of purpose, away from raising Grogu.

Despite your lives being far less busy than when you first met, evenings, where you pause on the porch, are a rare moment of relaxation for both Din and you. Alone with your thoughts, with only the faint sounds of creatures chirping across the lava flats and your even breaths for a soundtrack.

The stillness of the night appears to have left your favourite Mandalorian in a pensive mood.

Din gazes upwards towards the dark sky with a curious look in his eyes. As he surveys the stars, his brown eyes twinkle with an emotion you cannot quite place.

You watch him for a few moments; scanning his face for the slightest tell. A task which has increased in difficulty with the more time that passes.

When Din first began to remove the helmet, it had been easy to read his emotions. A life of obscuring his features beneath beskar meant that he was unaware of how expressive his face was.

Still, the cycles spent together mean that his handsome features and brown eyes are still relatively easy to read for someone who knows Din as well as you. Yet, much to your disappointment, Din has become more adept at hiding his emotions.

You wait a few minutes, gauging whether he will break the silence. Until you can take it no longer:

“What’s on your mind, riduur?” you finally ask, desperate to understand what thoughts linger behind those brown eyes.

Din turns to look at you, his eyes meeting your gaze as his plush lips curve into a half smile, “Thinking about the odds of us meeting, how there were as many chances our paths never crossed as there are stars above us.”

“Din…” you whisper, touched by the sentimental side of the man you love.

“You must think about it too…” Din asserts.

“I do,” you confess, “I wonder how a chump like me was ever lucky enough to capture your heart. How is it even possible that the tall, mysterious Mandalorian, who so intrigued me when our paths first crossed back on Coruscant, was equally infatuated with me?”

“I was,” Din whispers, “From the moment I saw you.”

You nod, squeezing Din’s hand tightly. 

“I know,” you add, your chest swelling with pride at his admission. 

You sit there for a few more moments, enjoying the silence and the security you feel from his love as the realisation that you have captured his heart hits you all over again. 

It is Din, this time, who breaks the silence: 

“Do you ever miss that planet? Your life there?” Din asks.

Clearly, your mention of your first meeting on the planet at the centre of the galaxy has caused him to cast his mind back over your life together. 

“I haven't thought about it for a long time,” you shrug, pausing for a few seconds to consider your reply, before continuing, “I suppose, if anything, I miss the eternal busyness of Coruscant. There was less silence to sit in, to be alone with my thoughts. The hustle and bustle kept me occupied, and there was always something exciting going on.”

Din raises an eyebrow quizzically at your admission, and you realise how those words could have inadvertently made it appear that your life here on Nevarro is boring somehow. That could not be further from the truth. 

You quickly move to reassure him, “Now, of course, I realise I was so keen to stay busy because I was not comfortable in my own skin. I could not bear the thought of feeling, certainly not of loving anyone. You changed that, Din. I have found joy even in the quietness here on Nevarro with you and Grogu.”

Din nods, apparently satisfied with your answer. You breathe a sigh of relief. Then, you feel your tenseness give way to softness as you melt at how his eyes suddenly appear glassy, shimmering even in the darkness. Your words have clearly affected him. 

Din squeezes your hand before he brings it to his lips, pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of your hand. You chuckle lightly at the way his moustache bristles against your soft skin. 

The moment is sweet, but you do not intend to let it pass entirely. You are curious whether Din misses his past life, or whether he is as content as you are. Happy to peacefully sit here on your porch together.

“What about you, Din? Do you ever miss your old life?” you question.

“Parts of it,” Din nods, “I suppose I miss the thrill of the chase. The constantly changing scenery. But not so much the violence and injuries that lifestyle entailed.”

“I bet,” you smirk, “You must have sustained some grisly injuries over the years…”

Din tilts his head back slightly, shuts his eyes and sighs deeply; as though he is placing himself back somewhere he has not thought of for a long time. 

“I did,” he finally murmurs, slightly wincing at the thought, if you are not mistaken, “Nothing hurts quite like a cracked rib,” Din confesses. 

“Awwww, my poor Mandalorian,” you tease, reaching out to cup his cheek, his stubble rough against the palm of your hand. 

“Don’t baby me!” Din huffs affectionately, sticking his bottom lip out in an adorable pout.

“Never,” you smirk, leaning in to gently press a kiss against the tip of his prominent nose; strong and proud just like the man you love so much. 

You stay there for a few moments, your thumb stroking his cheek softly as you gaze at his handsome features; at the scars and lines that characterise his face. There is a certain ruggedness to him now. He is slightly greyer, with more wrinkles than when you first met him. Yet, you are still as attracted to him as you were that day when you first laid eyes upon him in a New Republic office building on Coruscant. 

When you finally break the moment and lean back in your seat, Din announces that he needs to use the 'fresher. He grunts slightly as he stands, the movement placing strain upon his battered and bruised body, still scarred from his many years following such a brutal way of life as a nomadic warrior. 

That small sound reminds you of just how much lingers below the surface. Usually, Din can hide it with an effortlessness that never even makes you consider the many lingering injuries he must be carrying. But your earlier conversation has brought it to the forefront of your mind. So many legacies of Din’s former way of life are imperceptible to the naked eye. So much pain you will never know about, because he keeps it to himself. 

You wonder how much longer he would have lived had he continued leading that life. You wince as you consider what quality of life he would have had if he had continued even slightly longer. If he had waited until a particularly bruising skirmish, you are sure that he would have been plagued by his injuries, chronic pain and fatigue.

Choosing to live a different Way, while still respecting his duties as a Mandalorian, means that life looks rather different for Din now.

You are certain that leaving his demanding line of work was a decision which will allow him to live many more years happily, with both you and Grogu. A quieter life with his riduur and the boy who saved him from a life of such violence.

You are so absorbed in your thoughts that you do not hear Din's footsteps until they echo across the porch. The sound startles you slightly. You hastily wipe the few tears which had sprung at your waterline before you turn to look up at him curiously as he makes no move to return to his seat. When you fully appraise the scene before you, you realise he is clutching the blanket you throw on your bunk during the cooler months. You shoot him a quizzical look. 

“Come on, I want to try something,” Din says as he jerks his head towards the lava flats that lie just beyond the porch. 

“But... Grogu?” you question hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika. We aren’t going far,” Din reassures you as he holds his hand out to you.

You take it and follow him as he pulls you by the hand towards your intended destination which is, as promised, only a few paces away. Din has selected flat ground to spread the blanket on. He drops your hand momentarily to smooth out the coarse material, before Din laces his fingers through yours once more.

“Looking up at the stars before didn't just make me nostalgic. It also made me consider how nice it would be to lie out here with you. It’s so dark here, far away from the town, that I bet we can see every single star in the galaxy,” Din explains, “Maybe some comet storms if we’re lucky.”

As your eyes fill with tears, you slowly shake your head, “Din,” you whisper, touched by his sentimental side, “It sounds like a perfect idea.”

Din does not hesitate a second longer, clearly eager to gaze at the skies and appreciate all the sights the night sky has to offer. He lies back on the blanket, leaving enough space for you to join him.

You lean your cheek on the expanse of his firm chest, feeling the warmth through the thin cotton shirt he wears despite the slight chill in the air. Din’s arms wrap around your waist.

A feeling of security envelops you. 

You never feel more protected from all the monstrousness in the galaxy, all the evil that you and Din are only too aware of from your past lives than when you are lying in his arms. As you nuzzle into his chest, you feel his heart thumping rhythmically against your ear. You are grateful that it still beats; that you have captured his heart. 

Who knows if he would even still be here if it wasn’t for that encounter with Grogu on Arvala-7? That the brutal pace of his life and the numerous enemies he had made would not have eventually caught up with him?

You are about to remind him of how grateful you are that the most punishing combat he has become embroiled in recently is with Grogu when he seems more intent on eating frogs than his vegetables when Din’s husky voice breaks the silence.

“You know, I would take all of those injuries again in a heartbeat if I knew it was you and Grogu that my life was leading me to,” Din whispers.

He has shared many touching words with you this evening, but this one may have finally rendered you entirely speechless. You push yourself up on his chest, able to make out the faint silhouette of his face even in the darkness. 

In the time since your first meeting, you have discovered that the Mandalorian warrior who once struck fear into your heart has a surprisingly soft side. Still, Din’s sentimentality does not stun you any less each time you are privileged to glimpse it. 

You lean down to capture his lips with yours, hoping to convey with the gesture what you cannot with words.  You are just glad that he does not have to choose. 

Din is no longer battered and bruised. Instead, he shares a peaceful, happy life with Grogu and you. 

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[boundinparchment]

Chiaroscuro

Il Dottore cannot sleep and his mind cannot help but wander. Established Dottore x GN Reader, absolute fluff. It needs no explanation. Also on AO3 here.

Your book was open, spine cracked, pages pressed against your chest in a desperate attempt to not lose your place.  He heard you catch it in time, sigh in relief that the pages weren’t wrinkled, and then return to the steady breathing he’d heard for the past few hours.

In your defense, it was late by normal standards.  Any other night, he’d have joined you on the other end of the sofa he kept in his private office, your head in his lap as you read aloud.  But this formula wasn’t going to work itself out and he couldn’t easily hand this over to a Segment, not this time.

He sighed softly and tried to relax his hand, lest he snap yet another pen (this time, out of sheer frustration rather than a passionate fervor).  It didn’t make sense.  By all accounts, the way the variables interacted should lend itself to this calculation perfectly.  So where was the snag?

Dottore tried to work backwards, thinking through step after step, logically, impartial.  The potency of the residue…entirely dependent on the strength of the dead Archon…which was based on the faith their mortals had in them…

Faith wasn’t quantifiable.  There was no magic number that served as a benchmark.

As intangible as the stars and just as much a lie.

His hand began to move of its own accord; he worked best when he got his thoughts down on paper, could see the words.  

When had he drawn…?

Dottore’s finger traced the outline of the hand in the margins of his notes.  Not his.  He knew the intentional style of his own studies, for he’d spent centuries without a Kamera through which to capture specimens.  Accurate details and representation were only as good as the eyes and hands that could capture them until Fontaine’s invention was available.  He’d even found something close to peace in creating detailed sketches of specimens and structures; he would never admit that giving visuals to his ideas was one of his favorite parts of development.  It was one element he hated giving over to a Segment, even if a younger part of him was better suited.

But it still begged the question: what was your hand doing in his notes?

Red eyes shot up at you, still fast asleep, head lolled to the side.

He leaned back in his chair, clipboard propped against his knee, a pencil instead at the ready.  He couldn’t keep wasting ink, he’d be left with nothing but a mess.  

Usually this difficult of a time meant his perspective was skewed and that even a Segment would be useless.  He’d have long started pacing if you weren’t here but he didn’t want to disturb you.  Funny thing, how self-aware he’d become around you.

His hand moved of its own accord as his eyes traced your sleeping form.  

You’d come down here one day by accident, looking for a quiet place to escape to, book in hand.  One of his Segments pointed you back upstairs to the library with all of the bluster and impatience his younger self was known for.  But you’d shot back that a debate-bordering-on-duel between Arlecchino and Tartaglia had broken out, leaving the library more of a war zone than a place for research; who was he, in any form, to deny a person a safe haven for that?

You were warned of the screaming, the shouting, the mechanical dangers.  All you’d done was shrug and say that you’d keep out of the way.

He doubted you would find it any better down here.  And yet you returned, week after week, a pile of books and notes in your arms, and kept to your little nook near the stairs.  Unobtrusive.  

But you were always there and your absence was felt nonetheless when you fell ill or whenever your department pulled you back.

You always returned, though, and he hated how that soothed a strange knot in his stomach. 

It wasn’t until several months in that he offered the tranquility of his office that the two of you really spoke at length.  He couldn’t afford for anyone to know about the Artificial Archon project, and having you in his office, where he could keep a better eye on you, seemed to have been a sound decision.

Until both of you spent the better part of an evening and the early morning in deep discussion about the redundancy of the entire Archon system when clearly, there was no point to it.  The Tsaritsa ruled with an iron fist; the Anemo Archon was all but absent.  It fit the nations’ respective beliefs, you argued, but it kept the people divided, focused on things that didn’t matter.  No wonder Khaenri’ah hadn’t subscribed to the notion of a god.  And why was Fontaine dealing with a floating threat, clearly on Celestia’s radar, but not Snezhnaya?  

Soon enough, he couldn’t be rid of you and he didn’t want to be.  He couldn’t place when, precisely, which was a source of frustration he couldn’t rip out, not like the weeds of his past.  But at some point, his heart yearned and you answered and now he spent his sleepless nights marveling at you, not unlike how he marveled that Ruin Golem so many centuries ago.

Your eyes, curious but cautious, caught things he did not.  So much life there, in a way he could never quite capture in his mind’s eye.  He did not find it tedious to explain something to you, to break it down in a different way.  Food tasted better when you were around.

You’d lament having to iron your uniform again with the way your shoulder was positioned.  Even in sleep, your lips always moved ever so slightly, as if speaking in your dreams.

Lips so soft he did not deserve them and yet you bestowed upon him kiss after kiss anyway.

No matter how dark the room you entered, it was as if you brought the sun with you, brightening even the darkest corners of his mind.  He angled the pencil, pressed harder at the shadow cradling your face as the nearby lamps flickered.

He carefully smudged and blended, flicking his gaze up just long enough to confirm the shape of your cheek, your nose, your brow.  

He could not help but wonder if he was growing soft in his fifth century. 

The world had not worn him down.

But you certainly had.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Can i req a cg hotch x reader with this (“it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”) prompt from the drabble list? Tysm in advance if possible💖

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ let it all out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| aaron hotchner x little!reader

warnings: mentions of a bad case, mentions of reader being on the team, crying, hurt/comfort

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Aaron isn’t sure what to do, he hasn’t been for the past hour you two have been sat on the floor. The case this week was awful, finally closing up today after being one of the most horrific either of you have ever seen, and it’s lead to cries filling the night.

You had been handling the weight of the case well earlier, being able to comfort Emily who was having a tough time herself, but as soon as you walked in the front door of you and Aaron’s house it was like a dam broke. Your headspace came on fast and strong, making the tears flow out quickly, cries for your caregiver following them. Hotch could just barely throw his bags to the ground before scooping you up into his arms.

It’s been half an hour since he caved and sat you both down on the floor of your bedroom, the lights are off with only a projector playing, it displays colorful stars and moons that usually help calm you. They seem to be doing nothing now. Aaron’s tried to put you down, immediately picking you back up as your sobbing only got worse when you were out of his arms.

“Shhh baby, Shh.” He tries to soothe, kissing softly at your forehead as your face buries deeper into his neck. The familiar smell of his worn suit and the remnants of his cologne from this morning help the smallest amount, you try to focus on breathing those in, begging your brain to think of anything but the images of the victims the team were too late to save.

The floor isn’t the most uncomfortable thing in the world per the padding Hotch keeps on it incase you fall while regressed; though he wishes he had sat you two on a bed or the couch. The only thing he can think of helping this situation is if you fall asleep, between the plane ride and the high emotions of today, the exhaustion in your cries is obvious.

“C’mon baby, why don’t we try and move to your bed so we ca—.” Aaron stops moving the second you mumble out a ‘no’ and grip at his suit jacket tighter. There’s tears seeped through the thick material, his ties become loosened and crooked throughout everything, and his dress shoes are kicked off somewhere in the hallway.

“It’s okay, we caught the bad guy, remember? It’s all over now.” He’s assured you of this fact over and over tonight, that you and the team did something good today, that the criminal is sent off to jail and won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore.

“It’s okay, baby, just let it all out. I’ve got you, I promise.” Thankfully your back isn’t rising and falling as harshly as it was and your hands are starting to loosen in their hold of Aaron.

“I got you.” He repeats, rocking both of you in place as his hand rubs big circles into your back. You find yourself calming, listening to how your caregiver repeats the words so softly, sinking into his gentle touch and allowing your eyes to flutter shut with exhaustion. You’ll have to talk about this tomorrow, but for now Aaron’s just happy you’re sleeping peacefully.

[bullet-prooflove]

Can I have 🥺 and ❤️ with Dwight for NSFW HC?

Tagging@ @kmc1989 @Atrxdixs @princesschyanne @words-and-seeds @cookiedoughmeagain

The first time with Dwight is like nothing you have ever experienced. Everything up until now has been fast and hurried, sometimes your clothes aren’t even off when there’s a man inside you. In the past, that’s suited you because it’s been about getting fucked, but Dwight, he’s something else entirely.

He undresses you like it’s a seduction, each layer falling to the floor as his palms chase all over your body. His kisses are tender, heated as he lays you down on the bed, his muscular form covering yours. You arch against the skin on skin contact because you can’t stand to be away from him.

You keen as his lips trail over your skin. His tongue teases over each nipple until they’re wet, erect rosebuds. His thumbs trace over them as he delves lower, seeking out your moist core.

It’s been a while since a man’s used his mouth, he can tell from the way you respond as his breath ghosts over you. Your hand threads in his hair as you give yourself to him. Your breath hitches as he delves deep, feasting on you like a man starved. When you hit that peak he savours the taste of your honey.

This, you think is the most intimate thing you can do with a lover.

You look beautiful laid out in his bed, your skin flushed, your eyes bright. He leans in and kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips. He groans as you reach between you and wrap your fingers around his cock, he’s slick with pre-cum, leaking for you. You guide him to just the right place and his forehead comes to rest upon yours as he looks into your eyes. He wants to see the moment of completion, to feel it. He enters you slowly, inch by tantalising inch, filling you all the way to the hilt. Your thighs fit snuggly around his hips, drawing him deeper and he sighs into your mouth, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

He moves in short, punctuated thrusts because Dwight, he can’t stand to be apart from you either. Every stroke, every motion is dedicated to the pursuit of your pleasure. The symphony it builds inside of you, breaking into a crescendo as the ecstasy bursts through your synapses like a thousand dazzling stars. Dwight kisses you in the moment, anchoring you as you tighten around him, gripping his cock so hard that he has no choice but to hurtle over the edge with you.

You don’t speak in the aftermath, you can’t. There are no words for how you’re feeling right now, there’s only euphoria and contentment. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before because everything before him has always been empty, vacant.  You can tell he feels it too from the way that he looks at you, like your precious, like you’re the most treasured thing in his world.

You fall asleep tangled up in him, feeling safe, loved, wanted.

It’s the first time you sleep entirely through the night.

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[meibinnie]

txt and their kinks

pairing: ot5 x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, spit play, somnophilia, sexy consent, spanking, and choking. mdni, if i catch you, you're gone.

note: i think terry's is my favorite one i wrote. erm kinda proof read, i got tired.

soobin

definitely has a breeding kink, no doubt about it. basically anything that has to do with you being pregnant, he has the hots for. he already has a thing for boobs (source: dude trust me) so when you’re lactating he’d wanna suck on them. 

the first time you proposed to have sex without a condom he almost jumped out his skin. poor guy damn near went stupid from how many times he spilled into you that night. he held onto you has he thrusted at a fast pace, grunting in your ear, “ ‘mm gonna make you a sexy mommy y/n” “c'mon you can take another load” and “i’m gonna breed you over and over again, make you mine forever”. 

he liked watching his cum leak out of you and ruin the sheets. sometimes he’d stuff it back into you just to see you squirm under his touch. he’d even take pictures (with your consent ofc) to keep and get off to, when you’re not around. 

yeonjun

yeonjun has a filthy mouth point blank period. his pretty lips are so damn deceiving. he whispers, grunts and moans explicit yet endearing words  in your ears. “yeah just like that you needy bitch” “that’s my perfect slut” “too cock drunk to answer me huh?” 

tonight was different though, he had you on your back as he thrusted into you. not too fast but not quite love making. he leans down to kiss you a couple of times like always. he loves your lips just as much as you love his. he shocks you when he demands you “open your mouth for me princess” and of course you obey, always so good for him. 

he leans down, spitting a glob of his saliva into your mouth. you close and swallow because how could you not take every bit of him? he cums at the sight of you swallowing him like that, can’t help but to kiss you and exchange more saliva than he already has. 

beomgyu

it took a lot  for him to admit it to  you even though  you were very open minded. he wanted to wait for you to bring it up first  but you never did because “hmm, that’s news to me. i’ve never heard of that but, if it makes you happy then sure” you said with a sweet smile.

beomgyu let weeks go by because he just couldn’t work up the courage to do it. he was nervous but then he came home late from dance  practice and there you were. sprawled out on his bed with only underwear and his t-shirt on. you looked so pretty and he just couldn’t help himself.

so he slipped his clothes off and pressed up against your back. he kissed and sucked on your neck and you were sound asleep. he peppered so many kisses, leaving little purple bruises for you to find the next morning.  now dry humping you from behind, he held in his moans and grunts to not wake you. he strained and held back, “i’ll just cum from this and be done” he tried to convince himself.

but he couldn’t take it anymore, it wasn’t enough,  he needed to be inside you. he pushed your panties to the side, slowly sliding his length inside of you. you let out a small whimper, knitting your brows together causing him to halt. once you settled again, he set a slow and steady pace. 

“mm gyu, keep going” your tired words egged him on. “feels good right?” he said sweat coating the sides of his face. all you could do was whine sleepy, poor baby barely coherent but loving the feeling regardless. his orgasm washed over him, making him see stars.  once you followed suit, he stayed inside you and you both drifted off to sleep.

taehyun

taehyun was a simple guy. sex with him wasn’t boring, it was easy for him to find out what you liked and he knew what he liked or so he thought. he didn’t think he’d have any specific kinks until a wild night with you after returning home from tour. taehyun hadn’t seen you for 6 months and phone sex just wasn’t doing the job anymore.

when he finally got home and you were riding him into complete bliss (because those strong arms holding your hips while you straddle him? whew) fully stuffed, you moaned “taehyun slap me”. he’d never hit a woman before, ever and he didn’t plan on it. but this was different, you were asking. “please baby, right in my face” no you were begging. your eyes watering, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead and your lips plump from kissing and biting. how could he tell you no? 

so he took his left hand  ;)  and slapped you across the face. it wasn’t enough, it was unmoving and you wanted more. you bounced on his cock faster “harder baby” you sighed. were you serious? he didn’t want to hurt you but he saw that look in your eye, like if he didn’t slap the life out of you, you’d burst into tears. so he slapped you harder, making your head turn and your hair whip right along with it. “fuck yes, just like that baby” you moaned loudly, once again picking up your pace. turning to face him again, the side of your face turning red from the impact.

he could come right then and there but why stop? every time you moved down on his length, he spanked your ass and grabbed it roughly, definitely leaving a mark. you loved every bit of it, cumming on his cock and coming down from your high with a red face and a lopsided smile. he was so shocked he liked something so enticing and violent but he got to see you so gorgeous and fucked out so it became routine.

huening kai 

you were hanging out with some of your friends and the boys at your apartment for a game night. playing uno, everyone makes up their own rules and you’d have to stop the game a bunch. “huening you cannot put a 6 and 7 down just because they’re the same color” beomgyu face palmed. kai didn’t care, still putting down the two cards incorrectly. “baby, pick one of them back up or pick up two cards from the deck” you playfully scolded him. “make me” he threatened. 

you pushed past beomgyu knocking kai over and straddling him, tickling his sides. “i don’t care, im not picking up cards” he said in between laughs. your hand went up to his neck wrapping your fingers around it, not tight enough to block his windpipe but he went dead silent and got red hot. 

it felt like the world stopped and he grew a boner at record speed. he sat up quickly, pushing you off of him disturbed and everyone exchanged uncomfortable looks. “i think we should call it a night and pick it up next time” beomgyu broke the silence. 

everyone left just leaving you and kai, you checked up on him in your shared room. “kai, did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to” you started apologizing already. “no y/n you didn’t. i  just-” he cut himself off, shaking his head. “you know you can tell me anything, right?” you put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“you choked me, and i liked it. i liked it a lot. there, you happy?” he said quickly and avoiding eye contact. “baby, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. actually just the thought of it is making me so wet” you whispered in his ear. 

the tips of his ears turned red and he finally made eye contact with you. the rest of the night consisted in multiple rounds of sex and you choking him while he laid down, and you rode him into oblivion.

[dailypacesetter]

What kind of drink did you get? :0

DAY 7

"My Legal Eagles also require me to say that Fast Asleep All Star Suits and associates are not responsible for any malfunctions/damages that may occur. Personally I wouldn't worry about it, I've had 12 of these in one day and I feel great!"

[07-bilin]

high-school love pt.2

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: a slowburn of sorts in which you and akaashi meet as manager and player, slowly becoming close as the only first-years on the team

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 2,369

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none!

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter one

the little details about you

Bag, check.

Uniform, check.

Lunch, check.

Ready to face the volleyball team? A maybe on that...

Walking to school whilst the birds were still fast asleep was a peculiar feeling, it's like you were the only one in the world. As you approached the school's entrance, you saw a familiar figure. Closing the distance, you approached the boy who seemed to be having an early breakfast.

"Good-morning Akaashi-kun," you chime as you slip into the position right by him with a skip to your walk.

Akaashi lets out a muffled hello as he continues to chow down on his remaining rice ball. Once the two of you enter Fukurodani, you both enter different locker rooms. As you change into your track suit, you consider what you could get for the blue-haired boy that day, a sign of forgiveness from last night's accidental run-in. As you scrutinize over the apology gift, you exit the locker room to see Akaashi outside of the boy's locker room reading a book. Calling out to him, he stiffly looks up from his book before bobbing his head slightly acknowledging you. As the two of you wait for another player to come and unlock the gymnasium, you try and take this opportunity to get closer to the only other first year on the team.

"Soooo, what class are you in Akaashi?" You question peeking over at the taller boy.

"Class 1-1"

"That means we're right next to each other, say, Akaashi, if you don't mind why don't we hangout together sometime during break," you inquire as you study his features hoping to see more of what type of person he could be. To your suprise, he gently places the book to his side before fixing his gaze onto your's.

"L/n-san."

You tilt your head confused by the sudden name spilled out of his mouth.

"AKAASHI!!!"

The two first-years quickly focused their view onto a certain second-year known to be the star of the volleyball team as he approached the two of them quickly with the gymnasium key swinging crazily in his hand. Before you knew it, he had tackled the boy into a bear hug, almost causing the freshman to tip over and fall onto the dirt floor. Two seconds pass momentarily before there seems to be a mood change all of a sudden.

"Bokuto-san."

The energetic owl loosens his grip before taking a good look at the setter before him to see a very tired look painting his face. Glancing over at you, he opens his mouth to say--

"L/n-san, here are the keys, you can head on inside and prepare everything, I'll take care of Bokuto-san."

Once finished with his instructions, he peels off the junior on him before dragging him along into the boys locker room to get him prepped for the early morning practice. You stand there registering what happened before bursting out in laughter. It was truly a sight to behold, the second year and first year duo seemed to be getting along quite well despite only being connected to one another for a mere two weeks. The prior events fogged up your mind but you snapped out of it as soon as you heard a girl calling out to you.

"Ouuu, Y/n-chan, your here quite early today huh?" She exclaims as she walks over to you with a notebook in hand.

You give Yukie-san a smile and she seems to notice your giddy mood. You explain to her what you found to be so amusing-- an owl showing affection to it's friend but solemnly getting rejected and dragged along to do who knows what. She lightly shoves you laughing about how you have weird taste as the two of you prepare for the rest of the players to show up and practice.

After morning practice ended, it meant you had to face your friend.

"Yah, Y/n, explain." She exclaimed as she cornered you in the classroom.

You raise your hands in defeat as you give a summarization about the events that had occurred the previous day. You have to admit, the rate of change on your friend's emotions on her face changing was quite a feat and was a sense of entertainment for your high-school life.

"You mean to tell me, that you joined the BOYS volleyball team as a manager instead of joining the soccer club with me???" She shouted as you finished your story.

"Basically"

"Y/n, what am I going to do with you.." she mumbled as she chewed on her fingernails. Watching her fiddle around, it reminded you of a certain someone, bringing a thought up to the surface of your mind.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, what should I get for someone as an apology?"

It's okay Y/n, you've got this, you've walked by this classroom multiple times!! What different could it be by walking into it??

Standing there idly, fretting on what to do, the door slid open in an abrupt manner, revealing a certain student that didn't seem to be in the right hall. From the corner of his eye, catching a sudden movement, his line of sight follows the figure. Standing there was a girl, clearly startled by the actions caused previously by his upperclassmen. Sighing he scolded his senior---

"Bokuto-san, you scared L/n-san."

The setter watched the wing-spikers color drain from his face momentarily as he apologized to the young manager repeatedly. He shifted his gaze to the girl and watched her features as she gave out a soft chuckle at the boy. As he analyzed her features more, he noted that you look much more livelier than the first few encounters oddly enough, he felt relieved that you seemed to settling in quite nicely.

Before he could dive into his thoughts even further, he was pulled out of them when he heard a faint whisper until it became the only thing he could hear at the moment.

"Akaashi"

Focusing on her, he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. He watched you, looking at the way you swayed back and forth, seemingly nervous all of a sudden. He watched as you brushed strands of hair out of your face. He watched as you hesitated before pulling out two rice balls from the pocket of your zip-up, unexpectedly, they were offered up to himself.

"I just wanted to say sorry and I was just going to leave it at your desk but since your already here--," you rambled, stiffening at the sound of a sweet sound.

Was he laughing? Was the situation really that funny. He looked at you once more, the two of you locking eyes before bursting into laughter. Taking the rice balls from your hand, he thanked you and told you not to worry about it too much and that it was an unavoidable situation. Before the break ended, you asked him one thing before retreating back to your class.

"Soo, about that thing I asked earlier," you mention unclear if the end of the conversation was a rejection or just an I'll think about it moment.

He smiled at you before expressing that he didn't mind hanging out with you leaving a smile on your face as you returned back to your class. "See you later Akaashi-kun!" You yelp as you skipped happily a few feet away back to your own classroom.

During the entirety of the event that had just occurred, there was a certain owl that seemed to be confused on what was going on, did his setter just get stolen by one of the managers? Was Akaashi always this open to meeting others? Did she peek his interest? But the main thing that really concerned him was the items that his fellow kohai was holding. Glancing at the rice balls, he salivated, he knows he just had lunch but c'mon, he was too broke to get enough that could fill his needs, maybe a small push could---

"Bokuto-san."

"Yes Akaashi?" Bokuto looked up expecting good news.

"If your thinking of consuming these rice balls, don't think of getting any sets today."

Hearing this almost made Bokuto switch into his emo phase, Akaashi noticing this decided to calm him down.

"After practice, I'll buy you a few pork buns at the convenience store."

The ace sprouted up just like that attaching himself quickly to his kohai before being told off once more due to almost being late to his class and shooing him off.

A couple of weeks later

As exhausting as it was being Fukurodani's volleyball manager, it was also rewarding. Not to mention, you got to see how the team worked to become one, pouring all their souls into each ball set, spiked or received. Despite getting to know the team more, your curiosity still lingered around a particular setter. As you scanned the gym watching the boys practice, you watched as the second years all crowded around the first year. You were in awe, to be a starter in your first year, especially at a power-house like Fukurodani Academy amazed you. 

Enamored by the boy, you watched his every move, noting down that he was a blunt person but never meant any harm by it, always honest and precise with his words. Although it seemed like Akaashi was constantly baby-sitting Bokuto, you could tell that he greatly admired the ace, a spiker who could easily raise the momentum of the opponents, he was the ace of Fukurodani, carrying their team all the way to nationals in the previous year and likely in the upcoming fall tournament. Of course, there were days when Akaashi wasn't top notch, causing him to be all fidgety, but somehow, he was always able to get back on track through certain means which led to his disappearance unbeknownst to everyone until he showed up once more calm and collected.

Everything you learned about him just made you want to learn about him more. Although yes you did know these few factors, it was hardly anything compared to what you had learned compared to the rest of the team which led you to believe that Akaashi was just someone to not open up. Even through meticulous interviews with his classmates, you had barely learned anything about the first-year leaving you stumped.

Before you knew it, practice had come to an end, although exams had just finished and it was time for a short break, the volleyball club had planned something during your break causing you to say good bye to your much needed alone time.

There you were, at Fukurodani Academy, at 6 in the morning. Despite the training camp being held in Tokyo, it was on the other side of town, which forced the volleyball club to have an early start to their day on a Saturday. You yawned so much that the other managers wondered if you had gotten enough sleep to the point that they suggested you to sleep at the training camp as soon as they got there, not having to worry about watching over the team and that they got it taken care of. You said it was alright and that you'd eventually sober up when the time came for it and that'd you just rest your eyes for a bit on the bus. Stepping onto the bus, you gave a quick lookover taking note that it seemed like everyone was already in the vehicle. Since the two second-year managers were already partnered up, you took the row behind them, positioning yourself to make yourself comfortable. Once settled, you slowly drift into a dreamland.

Ten minutes earlier

Ah, I seemed to have forgotten something as his frowned.

"Bokuto-san, go ahead, I forgot something in my bag."

The older boy drowsily nodded his head with a yawn slipped his eye mask over his eyes shooing the younger one away as he was disturbing his peace and quiet. The younger one quickly rushed off the bus to go search in his luggage for a certain item he was missing. He rummaged around in his bag before fishing out a small device and a pair of headphones for the ride. Bowing to his coach and saying a quick thank you, the young boy rushed back onto the bus.

Present time

Once he got back on the bus, the coach followed him on which declared that they were leaving now. Before Akaashi could get back to his original seat he was told to hurry and pick a seat as they had already begun moving. Not wanting to cause trouble he entered into a row and sat down whilst catching his breath. Peeking over to his right, he took a glimpse of his sleeping seatmate. To his shock, it was none other than the spontaneous L/n. 

Blinking his eyes slowly, he sunk further into his seat. He once more observed you while you were deep in slumber. Your eyelashes trembled slightly, looking around in the small closure, he pinpointed the cause of distress. Leaning over slightly, Akaashi slides the curtain over the window in hopes of easing you back into a peaceful slumber. Sighing in relief, he sees you settle in once more. He smiles as he watches you, plugging his headphones into his device and slipping the electronic into his ears hitting the play button.

With the music in his ears and your sleeping form next to him, he sat in awe, almost like everything stopped in time for the two of you.

Eventually, Akaashi decided on the action of sleeping as well as he knew he had a long day ahead of him so he made himself comfortable and rested his eyes for a bit.

"L/n, L/n-san-"

You blinked your eyes slowly, taking a second to remember where you were. Once you realized you looked down slightly, huh, thats weird. You were slightly tilted, and if you were seeing things correctly, you were looking at someones lap. Slowly looking up, your met face to face with a boy who seemed to have just woken up as well, a slight tinge of pink at the tip of his ears staring straight at you. 

"Did you sleep well L/n?"

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