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crystallinestars · 8 months

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Falling asleep and waking up together with him

A collection of headcanons on what I think falling asleep and waking up with a few of the Genshin men would be like (alternatively, just me rambling about how much they love you).

Characters: Thoma, Xiao, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Diluc, Childe, and Kazuha

Thoma

🍡 Thoma comes home late after his duties as a housekeeper for the Kamisato clan. He’s used to the grueling work, so he’s not as exhausted as he used to be when he first started the job, but the physical work still takes a toll on him, and he tends to fall asleep pretty quickly. Even so, he tries to stay awake long enough to chat with you while you snuggle in bed together, sharing stories about your day and your hopes for the future. Thoma likes to hug you close to him while you both fall asleep, both because he enjoys feeling your presence and because he feels the need to keep you safe. And no place is safer than in his arms, or so he thinks.

🍡 As a part of his duties for the Kamisato clan, Thoma wakes up really early so he and other housekeepers can get started on cleaning and cooking before the masters of the manor wake up. As such, he always wakes up before you, so you hardly ever get to see him before he leaves your shared home. Thoma feels bad that he can’t greet you a good morning in person, but he still wants to show you that he cares, so he cooks you breakfast. It’s become a routine for you to walk into the kitchen in the morning and find an entire breakfast spread on the table full of various delicious foods and a note from Thoma wishing you a good day ahead. Thoma also packs you a lunch for you to take to work (or eat at home). By nature, Thoma feels compelled to take care of you, and he will be damned if you go hungry.

🍡 If he comes home to find that you haven’t eaten breakfast, then he’ll be disappointed and scold you for skipping the most important meal of the day. He would be genuinely upset and worried for your health, fussing over you almost like a parent. It would be in your best interest to just eat the breakfast he prepares you to avoid worrying him more.

🍡 During your mutual days off, Thoma still wakes up early out of habit. He lays in bed next to you while you sleep, keeping his arms wrapped around you as he watches you snooze. The two of you don’t always have as much time to spend together as you’d like due to your busy schedules, so Thoma tries to take advantage of these moments to spend time with you and admire you. He wants to let you sleep, but seeing your cute sleeping expression fills him with too much affection for him to contain, and he can’t help but press a few kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Thoma’s kisses usually disturb your sleep, and he apologizes for waking you. He lets you go back to sleep if you want to and just gets up by himself, or if you choose to stay awake, he’ll be delighted to shower you in more kisses and hug you tighter to him, getting in some of that affection he didn’t have the chance to indulge in during the week.

🍡 Thoma loves waking up together with you, as rarely as that happens, since it gives him more time to spend with you. His favorite activity to do with you is cooking a meal together, so it becomes routine for you to help him out in the kitchen while he cooks you both breakfast. Even if your cooking skills are lacking, Thoma instructs you on what you can do to help, making sure to keep the tasks simple if you’re not much of a chef like he is. Even if he ends up doing most of the work, Thoma appreciates whatever help you provide him with. After all, the purpose of cooking together is less about the outcome and more about doing something together with you. He also finds that eating together with you makes the food taste better. You can laugh at him for that and poke fun at him all you want, but he claims that it’s true. Being around you just makes everything better.

Xiao

👹 Xiao refuses to sleep in the same bed as you, saying he doesn’t want to risk exposing you to his karma for extended periods of time. No matter how much you try to convince or beg him, his answer is always a firm no. He loves you, and it’s because he treasures you so much that he doesn’t want to hurt you. It would break him if you fell to harm because of him, so he always turns down your offers to sleep next to you even if it breaks his heart to see the disappointment in your eyes. He wants you to understand that he’s only doing this to keep you safe, but he always feels guilty for letting you down, and the guilt haunts him even after he leaves you to vanish into the night.

👹 At some point, his constant rejection depresses you. Even if you know why he avoids sleeping with you, understand that his reasons are good, it still hurts that you can’t engage in such simple intimacy with him. Xiao hates seeing you look so down because of him, so he agrees on a compromise. He’ll stay in the bedroom with you until you fall asleep, but he won’t lie next to you. It’s the best outcome you could hope for from him, so you agree. It’s not the same as having him right next to you and feeling his warmth, but it’s better than nothing. It’s still fun to talk to him while you wait for sleep to take you, hearing his calm and soft voice resound from a dark corner of your room in response to your questions and stories is reassuring. Despite what he may think, you feel safe having Xiao nearby, and when you tell him this, all that follows is silence. His only response is that you should go to sleep, but you can tell by the lilt in his voice that he’s embarrassed. Although you can’t see his face, you’re confident that he’s blushing.

👹 Once you’re asleep, Xiao likes to take a few minutes to watch you sleep to ensure you’re fine. If you have nightmares, he uses his abilities to eat them so they won’t disturb your rest. He has bad memories of consuming the dreams of others back when he was under the enslavement of a cruel god, but after watching you struggle with your nightmares and seeing how frightened they made you, he thought that he could help you. It is with this intention that he offered to eat your nightmares, and only starts ridding you of them after he got your consent. Xiao still feels a bit uncertain about eating your nightmares, but when you thank him for helping you in this way, he feels a bit better about it. He’s only done this to hurt others in the past, so he’s glad that his ability can actually help you.

👹 On rare occasions Xiao actually does lay down beside you, though you’re never aware of it because he does it while you’re asleep. He avoids touching you so as to not accidentally wake you, which is why you remain unaware. He’s not sure what drives him to go against his own words of caution, but there are times when he wants to be close to you. Yes, he holds your hand and exchanges kisses with you (though it’s mostly you kissing him), and that is its own form of closeness, but resting next to you while you are so vulnerable brings him a sense of peace. While he lays beside you you, Xiao likes to close his eyes and listen to your slow and even breaths. He tries to imagine what a normal life with you would be like if he weren’t affected by his karmic debt, and his mind comes up with images where he can hold you close to him as you both sleep, where he can spend more time around you and your friends without worrying about hurting anyone. But for now, laying down beside you like this for a short while is enough. Xiao doesn’t dare ask for more.

👹 In the mornings, you usually won’t find any traces of Xiao. He’s gone by the time the sun rises, whether to fight demons or hide out at the Wangshu Inn, you’re not sure. Regardless, you end up eating breakfast alone unless you call on him to join you. Xiao will always appear before you without fail, and though he won’t be pleased with you for calling on him for such a simple reason, he will stay with you while you eat your breakfast. He tells you to not make this a regular thing, reminding you of the dangers of his karmic debt. Even so, he wants you to be happy, and if his presence is what makes you happy, then he’ll indulge you a little.

Kaveh

🍷 Kaveh’s sleep schedule is inconsistent. Some nights he stays up until the early morning working on draft after draft for his client until he’s satisfied with the finished product. On other nights he gets too drunk or too tired and clocks in earlier. As such, each night you never know when your boyfriend will join you in bed.

🍷 On nights when Kaveh stays up late, he seldom listens to your urging to leave his work for later and finally get some sleep. As frustrating as his stubbornness can be, Kaveh is too bound by his perfectionism and work ethic to stop. But once he’s finally finished his work and gets into bed next to your sleeping figure, nothing brings him as much comfort and peace as holding you in his arms after a grueling workday. All the stress, worry, anxiety, and frustration melt away when he feels your warmth, the softness of your skin, and breathes in your scent. Even while asleep you still manage to chase away his loneliness and sadness just with your presence, and Kaveh will forever consider himself incredibly lucky that you chose to stay by his side despite how difficult it can be.

🍷 Kaveh holds you close as he falls asleep, nuzzling his face into your hair or the crook of your neck while his mind quickly succumbs to exhaustion. He used to have nightmares on days where the memories of his childhood plagued his mind, but ever since meeting you, those nightmares became less and less frequent. Sleeping next to you brings him a sense of peace and solace that you won’t ever know about unless Kaveh outright tells you, and though he won’t say it out loud, he still tries to let you know how much you mean to him through his actions.

🍷 Staying up late usually results in Kaveh sleeping in. He could sleep through his scheduled appointments with his clients, so he’s very appreciative when you wake him up to give him time to get ready so he won’t be late. If he doesn’t have any clients to meet, then you usually have to carefully extract yourself from his arms to not wake him, and then go to prepare coffee and breakfast to share with him once he wakes up. Kaveh is used to making his own food while he lived with Alhaitham since his schedule didn’t always match up with the Scribe’s, but there is something special in waking up and walking into the kitchen to see you preparing breakfast for him. The sight fills him with warmth, affection, and gratitude that he can’t express in words, so he chooses to hug you from behind and kiss you on the cheek in greeting. He thanks you for making him breakfast too, calling you a true treasure for your acts of kindness towards him. Though his words might sound like simple flattery, if you look into his eyes, you’ll see the adoration in them and know that he truly means them from his heart. Kaveh isn’t used to being taken care of like this, but little by little you make him more open to receiving your care, and he swears he falls even more in love with you for it.

🍷 On the rare occasion when Kaveh wakes up earlier than you, he usually likes to take a few minutes to lay next to you and just admire you in the morning light. Even if your hair is all tangled and you’re drooling onto your pillow, the architect still thinks you look beautiful. He claims to have an eye for beauty and fine art, and to him, you are the epitome of beauty at this moment even if you think otherwise.

🍷 Eventually, Kaveh reluctantly separates himself from you to get started on his day while still letting you sleep. Much like you, he also prepares you breakfast and even plates it on a tray and brings it to you so you can have breakfast in bed. When you’re met with the gorgeous display of fruits and other breakfast foods arranged artfully on the tray, you are reluctant to eat it. After all, Kaveh spent a long time arranging the food to look beautiful, especially for you, and it would be a pity to destroy such a masterpiece. Your praise of his efforts feeds his ego, but he still encourages you to eat because your acknowledgment of his efforts is enough. He wants to take care of you the same way you take care of him, giving you just as much love back if not more.

Alhaitham

🎧 Alhaitham is a man of routine. He has a set time for when he goes to bed and a regular proceeding he does before going to sleep, such as spending an hour reading in bed or listening to some music. He rarely stays up late unless absolutely necessary. He doesn’t expect you to match his bedtime routine since he believes you should do whatever you need to help you prepare for bed, but he appreciates it if you take his needs into consideration. Though he’s set in his ways, Alhaitham is flexible enough to make compromises in his bedtime routine to better suit you, like taking his reading out into the living room if you complained that you couldn’t sleep with the bedside lamp on.

🎧 The Scribe is not fond of physical closeness, so he prefers that each of you stay on your respective sides of the bed and not invade the other’s personal space. He feels smothered if you cling to him throughout the night, and dislikes being in contact with you for long periods of time. Though he’s not fond of having you wrap yourself around him, Alhaitham has a much easier time being the one initiating the physical closeness. If you feel cold, he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. His body is naturally very warm, and he functions as a great heater during the colder nights. If you feel sad and crave some company or affection, then Alhaitham will indulge you by hugging you and absentmindedly stroking your hair. He won’t say much since he’s not good at using gentle words, but he hopes you are still able to find some comfort in his arms.

🎧 Another time during which Alhaitham is okay with you touching him would be when he feels affectionate. This could happen after a session of lovemaking or if he hasn’t seen you for a while due to his business trips and has missed your company. He doesn’t have many close relationships, and Alhaitham sometimes becomes aware of just how much you mean to him. You put up with his aloof and overly pragmatic self and accept him for who he is. You love him for who he is. Few people can put up with him, even his ex-roommate Kaveh frequently complained and blew a fuse because of the Scribe’s attitude, but you continue to love him despite the difficulties, and in return, he accepted you into his heart. Although he prefers to keep his personal space, sometimes even Alhaitham craves the touch of another, to feel that he belongs and is accepted by someone, and thus has moments where he enjoys feeling your head rest on his chest or shoulder with one of his arms wrapped around you. The feeling makes him feel a warm and gentle emotion he can’t quite place, but it makes it easier for him to fall asleep.

🎧 Alhaitham usually wakes up before you, especially if he has work. He’s consistent like clockwork with how he wakes up at the same time each day, and the morning routine he performs to get ready for the day ahead. If you’re still not awake by the time he makes his coffee, expect Alhaitham to unceremoniously wake you up and take a jab at you by commenting on how you overslept in the snarkiest manner possible. Though he wakes you up rather rudely, you still find a cup of tea or coffee and a light breakfast waiting for you so you won’t go hungry in your rush to get ready.

🎧 If it’s a day off, then Alhaitham likes to laze around in bed with you, especially if it’s raining outside. Something about reading in the comfort of his warm and cozy bed with you snoring softly by his side brings a sense of peace to him. Depending on how long you sleep, he might read while he waits for you to wake up or eventually get up if he knows you won’t awake for a while still.

🎧 Alhaitham is fond of taking afternoon naps when his day is uneventful, even coming home from the Akademiya so he can read and then snooze on the sofa in his living room. He keeps his headphones on to block out any external noise since it helps him fall asleep easier, warmed by the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. Though he’ll never tell you, one of his favorite things is waking up from such naps to find you sleeping next to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. The stacks of reports he planned to look through after his nap go on the back burner, for you are simply too adorable for him to disturb. So Alhaitham resumes reading his book while waiting for you to wake up from your own nap.

Wriothesley

🐺 Being the administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley is often busy from dawn to dusk. Signing paperwork, overseeing the prison operations, meeting with collaborators and partners, monitoring various projects, and many other things all take valuable time in his day. Despite how busy he is, Wriothesley is still full of energy when you retire with him for the night. He likes laying on his side while facing you, propping his head up on his hand while he listens to you talk about your busy day, occasionally sharing stories of his own about the drinks Sigewinne tries to convince him to drink or funny stories about his colleagues. He enjoys having these simple, lighthearted conversations with you. It’s a nice contrast from his usual talks with inmates who are intimidated by him, and formal business meetings which aren’t his cup of tea.

🐺 Wriothesley finds comfort in spending these few hours awake in bed with you. He’s used to life in the gloomy, dark depths of the waters of Fontaine, surrounded by the cold, metallic walls of the Fortress. With no windows, it’s difficult to tell what time of day it is, the only indicator being the activities of the prisoners and staff, and the clock he occasionally glances at. A life devoid of sunlight and fresh air can be bleak and depressing, and though Wriothesley is used to it, he does notice that ever since he started sleeping with you, his mood has improved compared to before. Maybe it’s conjecture or maybe he’s just that stupidly in love with you, but watching your sleeping face and feeling your warm body in his arms makes him feel that his room in the Fortress is not as gloomy and cold as it used to be, as if you brighten up the place with your presence.

🐺 While sleeping, the Duke likes to have an arm around you in some way. He prefers to scoop you up into his strong arms and hug you to sleep, but if you don’t want that then he hopes you’ll at least let him lay one arm across you. He just likes feeling you next to him, it gives his mind a sense of peace knowing you’re beside him. Unfortunately, even if you tell him you’re not in the mood to be held by him, by the time you wake up you’ll find yourself wrapped up in his body as if you were a teddy bear. Wriothesley apologizes for this, but he genuinely has no control over his body while he’s sleeping, and it somehow happens unconsciously. You’ll either have to get used to this or sleep in a separate bed.

🐺 Due to his administrator duties, Wriothesley usually wakes up earlier than you. He doesn’t have much time to bask in bed with you and admire your cute sleeping face, so he gets up fairly quickly and gets ready for his day. If you work in the Fortress as well, then you usually get up together with him even if it might be a little too early for you. This gives you a chance to spend the morning with him before both of you go about your duties. Wriothesley usually gets breakfast from the cafeteria, and you join him if you feel too lazy to cook anything. However, the Duke loves it when you cook breakfast for both of you. It can be a simple meal of toast and eggs or anything else you know how to make, but having his love cook for him gives him a sense of domesticity which is a foreign feeling in the dark and cold walls of the prison. It makes him feel as if the two of you were married, and the idea warms his heart. He contemplates genuinely asking for your hand in marriage later down the line.

🐺 While you cook breakfast, Wriothesley brews a pot of tea for you to share with your food. He’s memorized your favorite way of taking your tea and adds the right amount of sugar or cream (if you take any) before serving it to you. Breakfast is generally the most time he gets to spend with you during the day before night falls, so he treasures these little mundane moments even if he doesn’t say it aloud. He does his part by washing the dishes afterward and asking for a kiss from you before heading to work. He claims it’s his good luck charm, and who are you to refuse when he gives you that expectant look?

Diluc

🦉 Between his day jobs as the wine tycoon of Mondstadt and the owner of Angel’s Share and his night job as the Darknight Hero, Diluc is very busy and has an inconsistent sleep schedule. So much so, that you don’t always get to spend the night in his arms. He could come home after you’ve fallen asleep and then be up before you, so by the time you wake up you won’t even know he was home if it wasn’t for the clear indication that he had slept on his side of the bed. Diluc knows he shouldn’t neglect you too much, so he tries to make time to spend with you. He misses you just as much as you miss him, so rest assured he will always return to your side.

🦉 Diluc feels guilty when you stay up late waiting for him to come to bed with you. You try not to rush him because you know that whatever he is dealing with at the moment is important. If it could have been done another day, then he would have left it for later in favor of joining you and getting some rest. Still, Diluc doesn’t like making you wait for him. He tells you not to wait and go straight to bed, though he does appreciate your dedication and loyalty towards him.

🦉 Once he does finally join you, Diluc likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you close while giving you a few chaste kisses in apology for making you wait and expressing his gratitude towards you. He feels so lucky that despite how busy he is, you don’t get mad at him or leave him for not being able to give you as much affection as you want. Diluc tries to make it up to you by being extra affectionate when he does get to spend time with you and sends you a lot of gifts when he can. For now, he hopes you will let him hold you close and stroke your hair while he feels you fall asleep in his arms. Diluc’s mind is usually full of various thoughts that don’t let him fall asleep easily, but listening to your quiet and slow breaths lulls him to sleep soon after.

🦉 Despite going to sleep late, Diluc usually wakes up before you do. If he doesn’t have anywhere urgent to be, he likes to take some time to admire you since he doesn’t get to do so as often as he would like. He traces your cheek with a finger, marveling at how soft and smooth your skin is, and how it glows in the morning light. You look so beautiful, and he’s reminded once more of why he fell in love with you. He apologizes when his touch wakes you up, and his heart squeezes when your face lights up in a smile at having woken up next to him for a change. Diluc kisses your forehead in a morning greeting and smiles when you cuddle up closer to him to enjoy the warmth of his body.

🦉 Though he wishes to spend time with you, unfortunately, he must part from you all too soon. His duties await him, and as the master of the winery, he can’t afford to stay idle. He invites you to breakfast with him, and by the time the two of you make it downstairs, Adelinde already has breakfast prepared for you. The perks of living with Diluc as his lover is that you get to eat delicious meals prepared by Adelinde, the head housemaid of the manor. She dotes on you as much as she dotes on Diluc and Kaeya and prepares your favorite dishes from time to time. It honestly makes Diluc happy to see that the closest thing he has to a mother figure has accepted you so warmly into his family, though in Adelinde’s eyes, you and her master might as well be married already. If not yet, then soon because Diluc would be a fool to lose someone as caring and precious as you who waits for him long into the night. She will make sure Diluc won’t let his happiness slip past him due to his sense of responsibility.

Childe

🐋 Childe doesn’t always get to sleep together with you due to being away on long business trips as a part of his Harbinger duties. He doesn’t complain about not getting to be with his love, but he certainly does think about how much better it would be if he could have you in his arms when he goes to sleep in his hotel room at night. He misses your warmth, your smile, your voice, kissing you goodnight before falling asleep, and then good morning when he wakes up. Once he makes it back home to Snezhnaya, you better believe that he won’t let you go once night arrives. He wants to make up for all the missed time he didn’t get to spend with you and will be very affectionate by giving you abundant kisses and caressing you all over your body. He loves feeling your warm and smooth skin against his palms, making you feel all that much more real to him and not just another one of his dreams which he often gets when he’s away from you.

🐋 Another thing he missed about sleeping with you is your conversations before bed. Childe loves to ramble to you about his family, recounting all the fun stories about his younger siblings. He avoids talking about his dealings as a member of the Fatui even though you’re aware of what his Harbinger duties entail. He’d rather not talk about work when he’s with you, but about something that makes him happy. In turn, he loves it when you talk about things you like or that you found exciting while he was gone. Sure, he read your letters about these events while he was away, but he wants to hear all about it from you directly, told in your own voice. Listening to your voice relaxes him, and he sometimes falls asleep while listening to you, but don’t take it the wrong way. He’s not bored of your stories, he simply feels so at ease around you that he lets his guard down and falls asleep easily.

🐋 Despite how affectionate he is, Childe isn’t very clingy when he sleeps with you. The most he does is keep a protective arm around your waist but otherwise gives you enough freedom to not hinder you while you sleep. He instinctively prefers to have a more relaxed posture while sleeping so he can react swiftly if something were to happen, and he can’t do that if he’s all tangled up with you. That’s not to say that he will turn you down if you want to rest your head on his chest or shoulder. He’ll very much welcome it and wrap an arm around your waist and kiss the top of your head before settling in to sleep. He does like having you near, after all. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy when you snuggle up to him of your own volition, whether because you’re feeling affectionate or want to warm up from the cold Snezhnayan winters doesn’t matter, Childe will always welcome you with open arms.

🐋 Childe is an early riser. He rarely sleeps into the late morning, preferring to wake up early to train or go fishing. He doesn’t have as much free time to indulge in his hobbies, so he takes advantage of the morning to do so. He strives for self-improvement, and training or fishing are some of the best ways to help him better his fighting skills. Plus, he’s a strong believer in being productive with one’s time and doing as much work as possible in a single day instead of leaving things for tomorrow. As such, he won’t let you sleep for too long. Around 8 or 9 a.m., Childe will come to wake you, saying that you shouldn’t waste your day in bed and that he wants to spend more time with you. He even cooks you a warm breakfast and brings it to your shared room before trying to rouse you with hugs and kisses so you wouldn’t be too upset with him for waking you earlier than you might be used to. Childe wants the best for you, which is why he wants you to take control of your life and strive for self-improvement as well, and in his opinion, it starts with making the most of what your day has to offer.

Kazuha

🍁 As members of the Crux fleet, Kazuha and you spend most of your time out at sea, occasionally stopping with the crew to visit the harbors of other nations and explore the land. As such, the wandering samurai shares his cabin with you as your lover. It’s a bit cramped, but it’s not an issue since both of you spend most of your time outdoors. Kazuha goes to bed rather late because he likes to spend a few hours admiring the starry night sky and feeling the cool breeze. This time of day proves to be the quietest, and it’s perfect for him to compose some poetry or listen to the sounds of the waves and wind. He welcomes you if you want to join him in gazing at the stars or listening to his poems, but also understands if you’re too tired and want to head to bed.

🍁 Once he’s ready to go to bed himself, Kazuha will quietly join you. He’s quiet enough to not disturb you if you’re already asleep, but if you’re still awake then he takes advantage of that to wish you goodnight and kiss your cheek. Kazuha prefers to sleep while facing you. He likes having you be the last thing he sees right before he falls asleep, and be the first sight to greet him when he wakes up. He also enjoys holding one of your hands in his while he slowly drifts off. Though he can clearly hear your soft breaths in the darkness of your room, it’s still nice to have a physical reminder of you being next to him. If you’re still holding hands by the time both of you wake up, then Kazuha has a tendency to rub his thumb over the back of your hand and feel the smooth skin. It’s a small sign of his affection for you, a reminder that he loves you.

🍁 If you have trouble falling asleep, Kazuha can recite a few of his original poems for you or tell you a few Inazuman legends or fairytales in hopes that maybe his calm and soothing voice can lull you to sleep. If not, he’s willing to stay up with you to talk or take a walk around the ship’s deck and feel the night breeze. He keeps you company as long as necessary until you feel sleepy, and only goes to sleep himself once he makes sure you’re asleep first. He doesn’t want you to deal with the solitude of the night by yourself unless you explicitly state it’s what you want. Regardless, he is always willing to be there for you if you need him.

🍁 Kazuha tends to naturally wake up early. The songs of birds and sounds of the wind are enough to rouse him, though he lets you sleep if you’re not awake yet. He likes to take some time to simply admire you and chuckles if he sees you drooling in your sleep. Despite the drool dried to your chin and your mussed-up hair, he still finds you pretty. He knows that when you catch him looking just as disheveled when he wakes up, despite your giggles of amusement, he can tell that you find him equally as attractive if the loving gaze in your eyes is anything to go by. So Kazuha simply smiles and presses a tender kiss to your temple before getting up to start his day.

🍁 By the time you wake up, a few hours had passed since Kazuha got up, but he hadn’t had breakfast yet. He waits to eat together with you, considering it only natural that he should share all his meals with those he loves. He’s a firm believer that food tastes better in the company of others than while eating alone, and though he could eat together with his friends in the fleet, he doesn’t want you to eat by yourself. He uses the ship’s kitchen to whip up a simple breakfast for both of you. It’s nothing fancy, but it is nutritious and filling, perfect for helping you start your day on a full stomach. Despite your urging to not wait for you, Kazuha won’t stop doing so, and neither will he wake you up early unless necessary, so you better get used to it.

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You’re so warm—

Part 2 (final Part)

Timothee!wonka x f!reader

a/n; anddd this is part 2! Thank you guys for all the love on the first one!!

Summary; in which reader ends up falling asleep in Willy’s arms, thank god for late night bathroom trips.

Warnings; fluff only 🤝

“Yes?”

There was a moment where only breaths could be heard. The cold inhale from your nose, exhale vibrating as his arm slid slightly downward.

“It’s cold… I’m cold… are you cold?”

“Yeah, a little.”

A smile crept into his face slowly, as heat rose up your neck.

“Well. I have just the treat for that.” He happily hummed, hand still latched softly onto arm, pulling you in to his room.

Was this real? Were you dreaming? Were you actually going into your friends room in the middle of the cold, lonely night?

“Oh!.. is it chocolate?” You ask in a curious tone. He lets out a hum, closing the door and leading you around the buckets catching the dripping water.

“Maybe? Maybe something better.” You sit on his bed and wait patiently as he turns his attention towards his briefcase. His skilled hands worked at the different buttons, just waiting to create some delicious treat.

You take it upon yourself to lay down while he rambled about ingredients and the response to them.

His soft voice coaxed your eyes to get heavier, as they soon shut.

Willy turned mid-sentence and stopped, he smiled a little to himself. His stomach warming up at the thought of you sleeping in his bed.

He got up as quietly as he could and approached you. He grabbed his thin blanket and pulled it over your body.

He was going to sleep on the floor. No harm in that, right? He wanted to give you your space.

His hand lingered a little, sweeping a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling away. Suddenly your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

You could tell it took him by surprise; “Jesus.. Christ! Y/n you scared me.”

As much as he was ‘scared’, wonka still had that cute little grin on his face. Your squinted eyes gaped at his current form. His smile, his green eyes, the strands of perfectly curled curls dangling from his head.

“Can..”

There was a breath before he hummed in confusion. A little hm?, before leaning down lower to hear you better. His scent filled your nose, cheap laundry soap and chocolate. You sighed softly.

“Can you stay with me?”

He turned back to look at you. His gaze stuck on you. You searched his face for any answer but you couldn’t find it. Almost as if he powered off or something.

Fear and panic suddenly entered your mind. What if he didn’t want this? Your stuttered a bit before saying; “but you don’t have to-“

“No.. no I’ll stay if that’s what.. you want?”

He cursed himself in his head for replying with such a stupid answer. Of course he wanted to stay.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay.”

You pulled him down by his arm, that you still had a firm grip on, and pulled him next to you.

He let out a little breath, a breath of satisfaction almost. He carefully slipped his hand out of your warm grip and tugged the ragged blanket out the both of you.

You were feeling a little confident for a moment, I mean you were already in his bed, with him.

You grabbed his wrist again and pulled it over your waist, as you cuddled more into him. He was so warm. Maybe the trip to the bathroom did help after all.

“Oh..thanks?”

“Hm? Did I say something?”

He let out a faint breath;

“I’m warm? Y/n?”

Your face warmed out of embarrassment. You sighed annoyingly before hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You could feel the movement of his chest, rising and falling from laughing.

“I don’t see what’s funny?” You hum in an annoying tone. Moving your head to look at him with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, nothing, just rest.”

His hand pushed your head back down, as he moved himself closer to your body.

You smiled to yourself a little, as your arm lifted from the blanket to close the remaining space around the both of you by enclosing itself around Willy’s waist.

You cuddled close and felt your eyes get droopy, smiling slightly as you fell into a soft slumber.

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You heard mumbling before hearing the door close, you tried to move but Willy’s arm wrapped too tight around you to do so. You moved your head to gape at his sleeping state.

His curls were messy and soft breaths would exit his mouth here and there, you smiled to yourself; ‘I gotta do more late night bathroom trips.’

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avenshine · 4 months

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“waiting on me?” + ( hsr penacony men )

waiting on your boyfriend to return home, you fall asleep.

warnings: spoilers for 2.0 main story quest. possibly ooc, trying to get a feel of their personalities to write, kinda rambled on dr ratio’s part sorry, lmk if i missed anything.

AVENTURINE

he had promised to bring home dinner for both, so you could enjoy it and just discuss whatever came to mind.

unfortunately, that’s not what the ipc had in mind. they had him in an unexpected, long meeting. the food had gotten cold, and by the time he returned home, you were already sleep.

he kisses your forehead softly, whispering into your ear, unsure if you’d remember or he’d just appear in your dream and say it.

“i promise i’ll make it home earlier, my luckiest charm.”

SUNDAY

as a member of the family, he’s constantly busy, but he always makes time for you. today was a tiny bit of the exception, though.

he had some rather difficult people checking in at the hotel, so dealing with them in the most polite way he could took more time than he imagined.

so when he returns back to you, he finds you sound asleep, letting out an apology and a promise to make it up to you.

he puts a blanket over you, wishing you a goodnight and a very, sweet dream of how he can make it up to you.

DR RATIO

dr ratio tries not to make promises he cannot keep. it doesn’t matter, big or small, time frame, if he feels he cannot do it — he doesn’t.

so when he’s late to your date, that you guys had planned months in advance, he feels terrible. he didn’t realize how much time had actually passed, the book he was reading wasn’t as important as you, this was just a simple fact. so how come he was so caught up in that he forgot the time?

at this point in time, he’s currently rushing over to your place, to apologize. he has a spare key, so when you don’t answer to his pleads, he figured there’s only one logical reason, you fell asleep. he opens the door, locks it and finds you still in your date night outfit, asleep like he figured.

“i’m so sorry, my love. i will spend as long as i need to, making this up to you.” and he carries you to bed, putting the covers over you; and wishes you a night well.

GALLAGHER

gallagher, like dr ratio, doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep. he tries to stay on top of things, but how was he supposed to know he’d run into the nameless and their “friend?”

that definitely slowed down his journey, so when he finally makes it back to you— he spews nothing but constant apologises, and when you don’t respond— he figures he’s really pissed you off.

until he takes a closer look, and realizes you’re just sleeping.

he smiles at the sight of just you before he writes a quick note; leaving it beside you before he leaves again in the night to attend to his bartending.

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seeingivy · 5 months

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you're losing me

satoru x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: based on a request I received! i've been trying to get back into the writing groove since finals ended - and this very detailed request was exactly what I needed - so ty my sweetie pie <3

“Would you guys like to order?”

You swallow hard, looking up at your waiter, who has stopped by for the third time now. You’ve been sitting here with the first years for almost forty-five minutes now, waiting for Satoru to arrive for the dinner that you two kept promising them. Yuuji and Nobara have all but exhausted the free bread supply while you waited, much to Megumi’s dismay, who keeps claiming that they’re going to be too full to eat their dinner and complain about it for days.

“Um-”

You pause, checking his location one more time, before you sigh and give a polite smile. Satoru’s location still isn’t reading - meaning, he’s still stuck on his mission - and not coming to dinner.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” you respond, gesturing for the three of them as Megumi starts narrating everyone’s order to the waiter.

The three of them turn to you - with matching stiff smiles - when he walks away as you swallow hard and prepare yourself for the awkward barrage of comments you know are coming.

“He’s not coming?” Megumi asks.

“Yeah. He’s still at his mission and I have to take you guys back early anyways, so we’ll just eat without him.”

“Maybe you can take something for him to go?” Yuuji asks.

“No, that’s alright. Um, his dinner from yesterday should still be there. He’s good.” you respond.

You don’t miss the look that the three of them give each other and swallow down the defense of him that you always have prepared. Not that you don’t still vehemently believe in it, because you do, it’s just that it tends to make those prolonged, pitying looks last longer when you do.

But Satoru really is busy. There’s no one like him - he quite literally changed the balance of life as anyone knew it when he was born - so of course there are certain missions that only he can do. And there’s a certain…safety that comes with picking Satoru each time. Because they know that he’ll come out on the other side of it, with exactly what they need.

Which means that he comes home late sometimes. Despite your best efforts to stay up - which always end with you upright on the couch, with your neck curved in a weird way - only to find that you’re safely tucked into your bed the next morning.

Satoru always comes home at some point, making sure to tuck you into bed, but has to run off so fast that you don’t catch him in the morning.

“Gojo-sensei’s really neglecting you, huh?” Nobara utters, earning a jab from Megumi in his side.

You smile.

“No. He’s just busy.” you respond, awkwardly breaking the bread in your plate.

“You’re right. He has missions and has been really hands on with the second-years.” Megumi responds.

You shoot him a grateful smile.

“Exactly! Especially since they’re all about to be nominated for first grade sorcerers so…now is more important than ever.” you add.

“It’s okay. You should just make Gojo-sensei feel really bad. Isn’t he rich? Then he’ll buy you a nice ring to make up for it.” Nobara adds, giving you a wink.

You snort.

“Okay, Nobara. I’ll try it.” you scoff.

“No, seriously! He should feel bad - you’re probably drinking wine alone at night, blasting some sad songs before you get so tired from crying that you fall asleep. You deserve a gift!” Nobara adds, earning her another jab from Megumi in her side.

You roll your eyes.

“I do not blast sad songs before I go to bed. That’s actually pathetic.” you respond.

“Or therapeutic. I’ll send you a playlist. Trust me, you’ll get so mad that you’ll actually get a gift from him out of it.” Nobara responds, your phone beeping in your pocket from her message.

You look over at Megumi, giving him a knowing look, before you return to your dinner and let Nobara target her incessant rambling for someone else. At the end of the dinner, Nobara flashes you a big smile when you set Satoru’s credit card down on the table, which was an accident because you had just left yours at home. You settle down her rambling by buying them all dessert on it before you send them home.

Satoru, though he would never admit it out loud, had been dreading coming home for the past week. And he’d wring his own neck out a few months ago, for even thinking it, let alone the fact that he’s been entertaining the fact for the past few months.

But what he has waiting for him when he’s coming home, leaves him with that deep seated, guilty pit in his stomach. Because he always trods into your apartment hours late, to find you curled up on the couch, having dozed off.

Satoru knows you - too well almost - and that despite his protests, you tried your best to wait up for him every single day. His heart warms at the fact that you want to spend time with him, but it’s quickly overshadowed with guilt when he sees the dark circles under your eyes. And it makes it ten times worse when he slips out in the morning for his mission, only to see you squirming into his side of the bed, now left cold.

And the worst part? That you can’t even bring yourself to be mad about it. Because Satoru would feel with anger, that it would be fully deserved, but your full understanding and love for him just makes his guilt a thousand times worse. Because without fail, you always leave ehim a dinner plate out, reminding him to eat his vitamins and rink water before leaving.

But today was different - quite possibly, the first time he’s rushed home in a while. Because his mission finished early and his meeting got cancelled, meaning that he would be home when you would be awake. He’d made arrangements, quickly running past and picking up a bouquet and ice cream on the way home, nearly sprinting all the way up the stairs.

Satoru pads into the apartment, feet leading him straight to the bedroom, where the light is pouring from the bottom of the closed door. He hesitates, caught off by the fact that you’re singing, before knocking on the door together. He’d missed the sound of it, of your quiet singing that he’d often wake up to while you were showering.

Satoru can recognize that you’re listening to Taylor Swift almost immediately - with how much you and Nobara play it around him - and he’s almost positive that you must have the cat cuddled into your nap, explaining all the lore to him like he’s found you doing hundreds of time.

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something) "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing) To believe Unless you're choosin' me" You're losin' me Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore

Satoru swallows hard. He knows that it’s just a song. That the sentiment could easily not be reflecting what you’re feeling.

But he’s also acutely aware that it could be what you’re feeling. And it’s something that you aren’t telling him, because he knows that you odn’t want to be another thing that he has to deal with at the end of the day.

Satoru groans, leaning his head against the door, as he panders with his options. Because that’s the last thing that he wants you think. It’s the farthest place he wants to be in his relationship with you, because he wants you to always come to him. The fact that you could have been holding onto these feelings, for god knows how long, makes his stomach churn as his feet quickly lead him into the kitchen and has him scribbling a note to place in the bouquet of flowers.

You shoot Nobara a text as you pad out into the kitchen, your cat following you on your heels.

you: i like the playlist!

nobara: how much have you had to drink?

you: i did not drink. and i am not sad.

nobara: now who said that? projecting much…

You roll your eyes as you half debate opening up the dinner you had left out for Satoru last night or ordering takeout and leaving him leftovers to eat tomorrow morning

“I already ordered us something.”

You turn around, to find Satoru closing the space between you, the flowery smell filling your nose as his lips meet your forehead in a warm kiss.

“Satoru. You’re home, I didn’t even…”

He presses his lips firmly against yours, his right hand flesh as your cheek, sending a wave of warmth down your spine. You smile into the kiss, resting your forehead against his, as he returns a soft smile back.

“I missed you.” he murmurs.

You deflate, warm tears filling your eyes at his presence - bright blue eyes, the smell of his shampoo, and his warm arms around yours - as you loop your arms under his and dig your face into his neck. You can feel him leaving a few pecks in your hair, his voice soothing as you try your best to will away your tears.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to cry, I just really missed you.”

He pulls back, giving you a warm smile, as he reaches for the flowers on the counter and places them in your hands. You give him a bright smile, twisting them in your hands, as you fully inhald the flowery smell.

“For you.” Satoru responds, in a sing song voice as he reaches forward to pinch your cheek.

“You didn’t have to, love.” you respond, swiping the tiny little envelope from the bouquet.

“Yes. I did.” he deadpans, placing his hands on your shoulder before swinging you around and placing you flesh against his chest.

You open up the little envelope to find a little note inscribed with his messy handwriting, as his lips find their way to your cheek.

My sweet girl,

Your endless empathy and patience don’t go unnoticed. You’re far more than I deserve and I want to make it up to you, though I’m sure I’ll probably spend the rest of my life doing that, if you’ll let me.

We’re going to go away, just the two of us, for a little while. I don’t care where we go, you can choose where we go and what we do tomorrow. Just know, that in earnest, I’m choosing you, even if I don’t make it clear all the time.

I’ll choose you, always.

Love,

Satoru

You smile hard, twisting around, so you can look up at him. The tears are flowing from your eyes tenfold how, as Satoru lifts his hands to your cheeks, trying to push you into smiling.

“Why are you frowning, princess?”

“You’re so sweet, Satoru.”

Satoru shakes his head dismissively, as he pushes you into his embrace fully, increasing the pressure of his hold around you. The two of you stand there in the kitchen for a while, softly murmuring to each other, in the pale light of the kitchen.

When you and Satoru pad into bed later that night, you send Nobara another message before going to sleep.

you: nvm. remind me to take ur advice more often.

an, again: no one crucify me I haven't written anything for like a month

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dilfprayers · 5 months

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"I Can Help."

f!reader x leon kennedy

tw; real!dad , inc*st , pervy , slight teasing, p in v , slight corruption(?) , somnophilia, creampie, super touchy-feely on reader

word count: 1345

you know that your father knows best. ♡

you shift around in your bed, groaning before opening your eyes. another restless night, you couldn't get yourself to sleep. not even with your music, more comfortable blankets, nor the plushies your dad bought you was enough to get you to sleep. annoyed, you crawled out of bed before stumbling to your parents room where your mother and father laid together at.

of course, at your grown age, why would you be asking for your dad to help you sleep...

"dad.... dad!"

you shook him, and his brows furrowed before he glanced over at you with his deep blue eyes. he was a little groggy but put on a warm smile when he noticed it was you.

"huh?.. oh angel. what are you up for..? its late y'know..."

he carefully pulled away from your mother before sitting on the edge of the bed to look up at you as you stood there. you with your flimsy tank top and pajama shorts.. he couldn't keep his eyes off of it but realized it was a little off-putting to stare so he didn't do it for too long.

"i need help sleeping.. could you uh."

you trail off with your words, staring down to your feet. you tried to figure out how to put this into words without coming off weird.. it took a minute and he tilted his head, the silence lingering on for a while - not that he didn't mind or anything. he was patient with you, reaching out and rubbed your hand.

"take your time, i can tell you're struggling."

he chuckled again with that warm, comforting smile on his face. that was more than enough to get you to speak, thank god your father was understanding..

"i- well. i cant sleep, i was wondering if you could sleep with me until i pass out?.."

you frowned and he just smiled, nodding. he wouldn't leave you there to struggle, he loved you dearly of course so he'd do anything.

"oh? yeah why not. i can help you sleep by doing that. c'mon."

he stood up quietly, still holding your hand and led the both of you out to your room.

"fuck..."

low groans were heard behind you, while you felt him grind up behind your ass. you were half asleep, not aware of what was really going on.

"dad...i-i was already..falling asleep, hows this gonna..-"

you were merely rambling while he hushes you, tightly grasping to your hip. gentle kisses trailed up your neck as he lowly hummed. he was clearly enjoying himself, with his own daughter. you.

"it'll help you sleep better. i promise."

he coos,

"just let me do the work. you relax yourself now.."

you had to have been in good hands. he was your father so of course you trusted him and his word. no matter what.

"o-okay..i trust you.."

you murmured, letting him do his thing while you laid there and gotten comfortable again. your heart raced in your chest though, feeling his hands touch you up everywhere from your lower body and up. he had already pulled your shorts off along with your panties which gotten a rise out of him seeing how wet you were. he expected this out of you though, your body was reacting to him and his touch. it turned you on and you didn't even realize.

"huh..what a sight.."

he breathed out, tugging at his own pajama pants and boxers before he let his cock out, free from restrictions. it was already throbbing and leaking with precum, aching to be put in you but he held off, busy getting your body all worked up while you were partially asleep. he raised your leg a bit, shifting himself in a better position while gliding his fingers along your slit. your puffy lips glistened with your own liquids and that sight had him hungry for more.

"what were you thinking for you to be this wet? or was it just my touch?"

he asks, knowing you weren't comprehending a singular word he was saying. your mind was warm but yet exhausted. your eyelids heavy while your vision blurred anytime you tried to keep your eyes open to stare at him. when your vision wasn't as fucked up, you could see him holding your leg up and his other hand was touching you, sending shocks throughout your body while you laid there, close to fully sleeping.

you didn't respond in the end, instead you moaned and sighed a couple of times before closing your eyes. that didn't last long though as you opened your eyes right after when you felt something pushing into you - filling you up. your insides were being slowly stretched by his cock that he was stuffing in you with a singular thrust. seems like he couldn't hold himself back even if he tried.

he noticed you were getting a little antsy so he kept still, his cock throbbing inside of you while he held you close, hushing you again.

"shhh...shh. it's alright baby. relax."

"but this isn't..-"

you had cut him off but trailed off of your words, again. your body was an aching mess, knowing this was absolutely wrong. he knew better than to do this, it was wrong but he still was here, cock stuffed in that sopping wet pussy of yours. at some point he pulled you up onto his lap while he sat there on the edge on the bed - cock still inside of you, he thrusted up into you and let you lay up against his body. your chin rested on his shoulder as he continued on, nuzzling you with low moans leaving his lips. he surely was careful to keep the both of you quiet just incase considering your mother was in the room beside yours.

as this went on, you could just hear him reassuring you through it, telling you it's okay, it's normal - and again, you trust him. right? you trust your dad.. so you ease down slowly but surely, returning a couple of moans while you let that warmth and pleasure from him put you in a different headspace.

the thrusts continued, sensual and slow..

and before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep with him pleasuring himself with your body.

the time passed, it wasn't long enough until he couldn't hold it in anymore. contemplating to cum on you or inside. of course he picked the second option, leaving a little surprise for you as he grunts, holding your body tighter while he came inside of you, filling your insides with warm ropes of cum. he had some guilt while doing this, again knowing this was wrong.

it was the first time he's ever done anything like this with you but then again, this surely wasn't going to be the last time he does it.

noticing you were sound asleep, he looked at you for a while, pulling out of you and laid you back down. he put his boxers and pants back on, leaving a kiss on your forehead. before he left though, he pulls the cover back over your body before leaving the bedroom. how generous of him.

you lay there, chest moving up and down softly from your breathing as cum oozed out of your pussy. despite that, you at least were relaxed and finally had gotten some sleep...

sunlight beamed into your bedroom. you thought about what you 'dreamed' of, groaning as you did before you felt a ton of wetness and slight soreness down there. your eyes widen and you think its your menstural.

"shit..SHIT! not again!"

you panicked, tossing the covers off before seeing the mess. your eyes widened, moving your hand down and brushed it along your dripping wet hole. you realize that 'dream' you had, wasn't a dream at all.

before you did anything, you heard a knock at your door before it creaked open, it was your dad, leon. he noticed you were all shaken up and he smiled at you.

"you need help getting cleaned up there? i can help you."

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Candlelit kisses

{When your apartment complex loses power you and Spencer have a sleepover leading you to both share your first kiss}

It’s a long one. Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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The last thing you were expecting today was a power cut this late into the night, and perhaps that’s why you let out a little yelp with a jump when Spencer knocks at your door causing you to almost drop the small tealight that you were lighting.

“Hey, is your power out too?” You ask, and he nods with a slightly frustrated sigh, his eyebrows knit together as he tries not to drop the papers and books he’s holding against his chest.

You and Spencer have been neighbours for a while now and somewhere along the line, you two got closer. He would come over almost every Friday, sometimes he even stayed over, well more like he would accidentally fall asleep and you never had the heart to wake him up.

“I can’t work like this” he complains walking into your apartment as he drops his work onto your kitchen table. You can practically feel the stress radiating from him as he rolls his shoulders, it was strange seeing him so tensed up.

You walk over to him with a flashlight, “Well hello to you too Spencer, oh yeah no, my day has been good” you sarcastically ramble, and he lets out a dry chuckle looking over at you as you sit down next to him.

“Sorry, I just— it’s a big inconvenience” he sighs once again as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you give him a gentle look, soothing his arm.

You flick the flashlight on illuminating the table, “Yeah you’re telling me— but hey, I could be your very own personal lamp” you say trying to lighten up the mood, but your attempts are fruitless, and you frown when he shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

In all honesty, Spencer doesn’t want to do any work tonight. He wants to play silly board games with you, only to catch you cheating horribly and watch as you try and defend yourself through a fit of giggles. He wants, more than anything, to just hold you and go to sleep.

“Sorry, I just barged in here complaining- I’ll- I'll leave” he panics slightly. Your relationship is still new, everything felt so thrilling and Spencer is terrified of messing up somehow because he's so insanely in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose this feeling or you, ever.

“Spencer what?— don’t be silly, I don’t mind you staying here you know that” You try to stop him from gathering up his stuff but he’s stubborn as he makes his way towards your door, completely ignoring you.

He stops when you tug on his elbow, “Don’t leave, please” you mumble deciding to swallow your pride, “It’s really dark in here and I don’t want to be alone” you whisper, feeling a little childish but it was true nonetheless.

Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, the only thing lighting it was the small tealights that you scattered around, and the cool light of the moon, that splayed across the room. But yet even that made it seem scarier, something out of a horror movie.

Spencer thinks he might melt by how sweet you sound, you wanted him to stay and the thought of you needing him makes him feel all floaty inside.

“Okay, yeah I’ll stay,” he says, smiling softly as he watches your face light up with excitement. He wasn’t too much of a fan of the dark either, the mystery of what might linger within the shadows always seemed much too daunting. Something he couldn’t shake even as he got older.

You clasp your hands together with a smile, “Oh!- I have something actually” his eyebrows furrow with slight confusion as he watches you disappear into your bedroom, but not before your turn around, “I’ll be one second” you inform him, he responds with a quiet, ‘okay?’ Still confused by what’s going on in that wonderful mind of yours.

He sets his work back down on your kitchen table, deciding that it’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. You soon return with a globe-shaped night light in hand, “Spencer Reid, be prepared to be amazed” you smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited watching you click the batteries into the light.

You set it down on the coffee table before pressing the small button, a hopeful gleam in your eyes, silently praying that it will still work. And it does, the light shines in different colours projecting stars and moons onto the walls and ceiling. Spencer looks around the room, turning around as he does, admiring the way the room is suddenly lit up with warm colours.

“There was a study that found red to be the best colour to fall asleep to as it increases the production of melatonin,” he says, eyes still focused on the stars and moons that litter across the room in an orangey hue. He looks over to you and he goes to ramble off about night lights and their pros and cons but he finds himself completely taken back.

Spencer can practically feel the words leave his mind, and all his thoughts are replaced with you, how pretty you look underneath the warm light. He notices how your soft skin glows and the way your eyes seem to glisten, he doesn’t think there’s anyone in the world who compares to your beauty, in fact, he knows there isn’t. You’re so radiant, and he hopes that the smile your wearing is because of him.

You go bashful once you realise what’s happening, he’s looking at you as if you were a piece of art, sculpted by the gods. And he has those love-filled eyes, the same look he had when he finally asked you out on a date.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he tells you as if it was an undeniable fact, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it. Your smile breaks wider with his gentle words.

You can’t help but giggle, you felt so giddy inside. A feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time and it warms you. “Thank you Spence” you smile.

He feels almost prideful at your reaction, a feeling that settles in his chest blooming through to his heart and it takes his breath away, although you always have that effect on him no matter what you do.

There’s a beat of silence. “So, what about a game of Uno?” You suggest sitting down on the carpet as you reach for the box, patting the floor as an invitation for him to sit, “Loser pays for dinner” You wiggle your eyebrows and he chuckles joining you on the floor.

There is no winning when it comes to Spencer and board games, especially when it’s Uno. In all honesty, you regret going through the rules so intently with him. It’s impossible to win for a multitude of reasons. One because he’s so incredibly smart, and two because he’s a profiler, he can tell when you’re bluffing from a mile away.

So you’ve resorted to hiding cards underneath your thigh, and it worked for a solid minute, then he gives you a look as if to say ‘I know what you’re doing’ and the chuckle that unceremoniously leaves you doesn’t exactly help defend you.

“You’re totally cheating!” He claims, noticing how you’re three cards less than before. You gasp, a hand against your chest as you look at him with shock.

“Cheating? I wouldn’t” you exaggerate your offence, leaning forward to try and take a peak at his remaining cards, but he’s fast to hold them against his chest.

You take the cards from his hands, dodging his hands as he tries to grab them from you. “I would’ve won anyway, and you know it, that’s why hid those cards under your thigh- you know you probably would’ve won if you played your cards correctly, but you’re-” he blabs on, not even noticing how close you are to him. It’s not until your lips are against his that he completely falls silent, taken back by the sudden closeness.

You shock yourself a little too, it was almost as if you had no control it just happened. You push away from him, consumed by a sudden surge of panic.

“I’m so sorry Spencer- I” he grabs your hands before you lose yourself to your own worry, and beneath the dim lights you can see the slightest red dust against his cheeks.

“No!- it’s okay, I- I erm, I liked it actually” he tells you with an almost hopeful smile that you’ll do it again.

You smile back at him and this time you decide to simply ask, “Can I kiss you again? Properly this time” You study his face for any signs of discomfort, and there is none. He nods whispering a bashful, ‘Of course, you can'

And without missing a beat his hands rest on either side of your face and he meets you halfway, his supple lips against yours, a movement that seems to come so naturally to the pair of you. It’s sweet and gentle, and there’s the slightest taste of peppermint and something else, him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest it’s beating so hard and he swears you hear it too or worse his thoughts. He can’t believe that this is happening, with you.

You tilt your head to urge him closer, your tongue against his and he loses himself. His hold changes as if he’s scared to let you go, that you might not be real, that all of this is just pretend. He kisses you with urgency as if you might just disappear.

You pull back to rest your forehead against his, “Spencer, I’m not going anywhere- you can slow down” you tell him, your tone so gentle as you take his hands guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

He nods against you, “I'm sorry- it just, feels too good to be true I guess” he admits, noticing the way you squeeze his hand, your thumb grazing against the curves of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to apologise- just know I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here with you” you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then another to his cheek then to the corner of his mouth and so on.

You pepper kisses against his face until he’s laughing, trying to push you away and the sound makes your heart clench with love, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of hearing.

“You're still paying for dinner by the way,” he says lips grazing against yours. And just when you’re about to kiss him, in an attempt to persuade him otherwise, the lights turn on and it’s then you can really see him, in much better lighting. Rosy cheeks and glossy love-sick eyes, and you think you fall for him ten times harder.

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spacebaby1 · 5 months

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SILENCE (Law Trafalgar x Reader)

(You accidentally make something very dear to your captain)

"Cora-San, i can't sleep," little Law yawned, sitting up, making sure his blanket was wrapped around him enough to keep him warm. Cora-San turned around and sat beside Law, "is it the noises that are keeping you awake?" He asked, and Law nodded. Cora-San smiled, "lay down" Law did, Cora-San placed a gentle hand on Law's head, "Calm," He said then again he removed his hand motioning it away he said, "silence!" The noises were gone, little Law giggled before placing his head back on the blanket and immediately fell asleep.

Law stared at his room wall blinking the memories away. Cora-San always made it easy for him to fall asleep now the rain was slamming on the window of his room and Law couldn't sleep at all.

Meanwhile you were in your work-room fixing a machine that you have been working on for months. "What are you doing up late?" You turned your head towards the door to find Bepo standing there rubbing his eyes, "Oh, sorry did I wake you up? I was being quiet." He shook his head, "No, I just woke up because of the rain." You nodded getting back to putting the last pieces of the small objects together, "yeah, the rain is very loud tonight, Captain doesn't it like it either. Do you want me to make you something to drink, Bepo?"

He shook his head again, "Nah, I'm fine just don't stay up late, you'll be tired in the morning, okay? Goodnight."

"Sleep well, Bepo." With that he left the room and you placed the last pieces together and stretched your arms up and walked a bit in the room. A huge smile on your face as you tested the machine and it worked! You were excited to show your captain the machine you made especially for him.

You knew he probably wasn't asleep when you walked to his room and gently knocked on the door, "come in." You heard Law's voice on the other side before you entered the room to find him now sitting on his chair with a book open on the table, "uhh, sorry for interrupting you this late captain but I need to show you something and it's a- I uh- it's very important and I'm sure you will like it."

Law stood up and walked towards you standing near, "what is it?" He asked and you forwarded your arms. He saw the small machine in your hands, "this? What is it?"

"Uh-" you scratched the back of your hair, "let me show you, you just push on this little red button here and..." You pushed the red button and a light blue covers the room, "Silence." You said with excitement. Law gasped at the sound of the rain hitting the window was nowhere to be heard, he looked at the window and could notice the raindrops still hitting the window but no sound was heard.

"...uh, it's a Silencing machine I made, it blocks all the sound within 20 meters from you so when you are trying to block the sound of the raindrops which you said that doesn't help with your sleep you can use it to Silence the whole room or it also can be helpful when you are trying to work and the crew is being lou-"

You didn't get to finish your rambling because you gasp at the sudden action of Law hugging you tight, he never did that. You just stood there confused but managed to hug him back tapping on his back for comfort, "Thank you so much, thank you so much for this." You smiled, "No problem, Captain." What you didn't know is that you unknowingly reminded him of his Cora-San with this small machine.

#corazon and law #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #one piece corazon #one piece #one piece law #fluff #angst #corazon #Rosinante Donquixote #trafalgar law x reader #law trafalgar #law trafalgar x reader

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katemartinismywife · 2 months

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you're the one - p.b

☺︎ paige bueckers ☺︎ ☺︎ mini series: part two ☺︎

It had been a whole eight months since Maia had last seen Paige. She missed her like crazy, but she knew how focused the two of them got during the season. Maia had a two-week break before March Madness practices would start.

It wasn't like they didn't talk at all, but it was more like once a month with just a ''how are you'' and ''I miss you''. It wasn't any easier for Paige. She also missed her best friend, but she blamed herself for their distance. She got so engulfed with new people and surroundings she forgot that her person was still out there.

She thought that it was too late to even text how they used to because she knew that Maia found new people. Which was somewhat true, but Maia stayed up late at night even after games to see if she would a call or a text from Paige.

The call never came until one night it went through. "Paige?" Maia spoke half asleep answering her ringing phone. "Yes and no. I'm Nika. Paige's teammate. She is a little drunk and keeps asking for you" Nika spoke shuffling around in the background.

"Um, yeah yeah. Give her the phone please"

"If it isn't Maia Renee Brown I don't want to talk to them" Paige slurred laying her head on the pillow. Maia laughed at her drunk friend and heard Nika talking to her.

"Maia?"

"Hi baby" Maia smiled turning on her bedside lamp. "Maia it is actually you, Nika get out" Paige pushed Nika out closing the door behind her. "I miss you so much, I'm sorry I got so busy. I want to kiss you and cuddle and go on a walk with you. Show you Storrs. Let you meet all of my teammates. Kiss you. Just-" Paige continued to ramble letting everything off of her chest that she's been wanting to tell Maia.

"We can do all of that later, but I think you need to go to sleep" Maia told her getting back into bed herself. "Can you talk me to sleep?" Paige mumbled slowly falling asleep. "Um. I missed you like crazy. Not a second passed when I didn't think about you. I wear one of your sweatshirts to sleep. Whenever someone asks for my number, my mind instantly goes to you and I end up saying no. I love you P. You're my best friend."

"Just best friend?"

"We can talk about that later"

"We should keep our promise this time" Paige spoke before finally drifting off to sleep.

my maia 💗: good night p... and yes we are keeping our promise this time

#wcbb #oc #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers fluff #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn women’s basketball #nika muhl #fluff #mini series #fast burn

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xoxo-maeve-xoxo · 4 months

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Cole dating headcannons

Okay, so first off, you know the ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ quote? Yeah, that applies to your and Cole’s relationship

If you bake/cook he’s your personal taste tester, he’ll literally eat anything you make

He doesn’t think before he speaks, he’s def the type to say the most unhinged thing ever and be totally chill about it

He’ll absolutely steal your food

His love language is physical touch and he’s a BIG cuddle bug

He’s a gentle giant, I headcannon him to be around 6’4

He prefers to be the big spoon in the relationship, but if you want to be the big spoon then he won’t refuse lol

LOVES LOVES LOVES when you wear his clothes, he thinks you look adorable in them

If you’re taller then him he’ll literally be so confused but also kinda flustered at the same time, he’ll probably look at you like this 🧍‍♂️

I also headcannon him to be a listener instead of a talker, so he’ll listen to you ramble over face time or just in general because he loves your voice <3

I think he’d be a secret romantic at heart, he 100% buys you flowers at least once or twice a week and buys you stuff that he thinks you’ll like

He’ll also give you rocks that he thinks are pretty or matches your eye color :)

He loves it when you play with his hair while you cuddle, and if you hum he will MELT

He’ll probably get a tad emotional if you hum a lullaby to him while ya’ll are cuddling in bed because it reminds him of his mom :,(

He’ll 100% play video games with you, he may or may not go easy on you, it just depends on his mood that day lol

He’s actually really laid-back, and generally prefers to communicate rather than fight

He’ll listen to you rant about your day

He’s the type to give you flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s Day (he’ll love it if you give him chocolates as well)

He’ll take you on late night drives/flights on his dragon or vehicle

Secretly loves slow dancing with you :’)

He gets a tad jealous if you hang out with Jay too often 😭

He’s suuuper protective of you if you’re not a ninja, he’ll walk you home, and do laps around your house to make sure you’re completely safe

Even if you are a ninja, he’ll still be protective of you, but he knows you can handle yourself, so he only acts protective if you’re in trouble

He’ll def carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch or something ‼️‼️

HE GIVES YOU PIGGY BACK RIDES

He gives the BEST bear hugs omg omg

I wouldn’t really say that he’s touchy in public, but he does hold your hand and snuggle up close to you whenever you sit together!

PICNIC DATES WITH THIS MAN OMG 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

If you identify as nonbinary or something like that then he gets really defensive about people not using your preferred pronouns/name

He’s a sucker for picking you up and spinning you around <3

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#cole brookstone x reader #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #cole brookstone #cole x reader #ninjago cole #ninjago headcanons

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jeonride · 9 months

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dreamt of heaven

SUMMARY; and oh, he brought you to heaven while you were sleeping

FEATURING; xu minghao x afab!reader

TAGS; fluff, established relationship (fiance!minghao), wonwoo and mingyu mentioned as his co-workers, smut (MINORS DNI)

WORD COUNT; 2.4 K

WARNINGS; profanity, somnophilia (with consent ofc!), slight voyeurism, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, use of pet names (angel), praises

NOTES FROM KALA; i missed him. that's it.

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The entire room inside your shared apartment is dark, the lights have been turned off. Leaving only the yellowish nightstand lamp still on. The distinctive scent of aromatherapy candles also wafts in as Minghao opens the apartment door, taking off his shoes and placing them on the shelf by the door.

Minghao's smile slowly fades, turning into a sullen expression of sadness. If you've turned off all the lights, you're already asleep. Minghao has bought some sugar-coated donuts at your favorite cafe on the way home because he remembered your chat saying you were craving donuts while drinking tea with him before going to bed.

Well, he can't blame you either. It's his fault for coming home too late and Minghao did tell you not to wait for him to come home if you're tired. He said you should go to bed if you're sleepy because Minghao feels guilty when he comes home to find your eyes red and you've fallen asleep on the sofa. He loves you dearly, and seeing you sprawled on the sofa made him feel guilty that he couldn't get home sooner.

Minghao put the box of donuts in the fridge. That's okay. The two of you can chat with some donuts and tea tomorrow morning, since tomorrow is Saturday and Minghao has the day off. He will make sure you'd spend time together tomorrow.

Slowly, Minghao opens the door to the shared bedroom. He didn't want to make any noise, worried of waking you up. He knows you must have had a hard day too. It isn't just Minghao who is tired of working, but both of you are tired of constantly earning money to keep living. His body moves closer to you, who is already fall asleep. And when he gazes at your sleeping face, oh, he's falling harder for you.

You look perfect tonight, wearing a baby pink satin nightgown that goes all the way up to your waist, revealing your panties in a matching color and your smooth skin because your constant movements while sleeping. Minghao swears he can't see any single flaw in you. He loves everything about you, he cherishes every body part of yours. And tonight, you look like a little angel sleeping gracefully on the bed, so peaceful with the tint of red on your cheeks.

"What a heavenly view," he whispers. Full of adoration towards your figure. Minghao climbs onto the bed carefully, wanting to be near you, wanting to smell your perfume that always makes him addicted. His hand gently strokes your hair, whispering compliments to you, as if you were worthy of adoration. His angel whom he will guard and cherish wholeheartedly.

"Angel, I had so much fun today," Minghao says. He starts to tell stories, and it is a natural urge within him. He likes to tell you about his day before going to bed, and if you're already asleep he'll still tell you in a half-whisper voice even if you won't reply to his ramble. He just loves to share his experiences with you, as if you were a bank to store all of his precious memories.

"I'm going to be promoted to general manager at the office. And I was like 'Oh, really?!' This isn't a joke?' I was so happy when I heard that. Then Mingyu said that I should treat the marketing division if I become the general manager one day." Minghao laughs softly, sounds endearing to be heard. His eyes focused on you who doesn't react, unbothered by his light touches. Meanwhile, his mind is recalling what happened in the office, Mingyu was so excited that he unconsciously threw his assignment paper and hit the cold co-worker Wonwoo, who protested by giving him a death glare. Minghao is always amused by the antics of his co-workers, especially Mingyu's clumsy behavior, and often gets scolded for showing up late to meetings.

"That's okay, I'll treat them for being such good friends. And I'll also take you to a candlelight dinner with me, angel." Minghao moves his forefinger to tuck the stray hair on your forehead behind your ear. "I miss to go on a date with you. I miss walking the streets while holding your hand and arguing about which restaurant we should go to." Minghao's hand that was originally on your head slowly travels down, touching your cheek with his forefinger. Oh, your skin feels so soft against his.

Minghao doesn't get tired of cupping your cheeks like you are a little girl to him. His smile grows even wider, this time a giggle also escapes his mouth due to the explosion of affection towards you. You are so adorable and Minghao is sure he will bite your cheek if you aren't sleeping. You are lucky this time.

But as his forefinger slowly descends, to your chin, then makes its way to your chest and then your cleavage, Minghao gulps. Then his eyes darted back to your face, checking to see if you'd wake up if he touched your breast, but gladly, you didn't.

Minghao strokes your chest with his forefinger, making patterns around your nipple. Oh, you not wearing a bra like this makes Minghao want to pinch your nipples that are visible from under the satin nightgown.

As his forefinger moves to your nipple and rubs on it, both of your nipples automatically get hard, sticking out for Minghao to stare at. Minghao's other free hand also moves to rub your thigh, up and down. Delivering an intimate sensation with his sensual touch but you still didn't move, undisturbed.

His hand slowly spreads your legs apart. Touching your clothed clit and rubbing circles on it. The action succeeds in making you let out a soft, gentle moan, which makes Minghao's hand movements stop in an instant. His eyes glance back at your face, talking with his eyes 'Oh, did I wake you up?' But you still have your eyes closed, sleeping. You didn't wake up, just let out your pretty sound and spread your legs even more for Minghao like someone having a wet dream. Minghao grins at the sight of it.

Okay, then, Minghao can do something while you're fall asleep, right? Your body allowed him to do so.

Minghao rolls over the bed, positioning his body to sit between your legs. His face lowered, facing towards your clothed cunt. Minghao bites his lower lip as he painstakingly pulls down your panties. They didn't come off, just down to your calves. At least he gets access to spread your legs and of course, a full shot of your pretty cunt that's getting wet because of his rub on your clit earlier.

Minghao swallows hard his saliva, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You look so delicious, that little cunt of yours is so fucking pretty, a sight Minghao will never bore to see.

"You got such a little pretty cunt, angel," he says as he breathes through his mouth heavily.

Minghao's face comes closer to your cunt, and his tongue licks your clit a few times, it is delicate and feels like a kitten's lick. It's light, but it affects your body. It feels tingly, and you let out another moan.

"Sssh, everything's alright, baby," he reassures you, while he's working down there to satisfy your sleeping state. Minghao had never felt this horny to fuck your body while you were asleep. You once said it was okay if he wanted to use you to satisfy him when you were asleep because it's hard to wake you up from your slumber.

But Minghao has never done it, it's never crossed his mind to fuck you while you are sleeping. He thought it was weird. He'd rather finish himself off by pumping his erection in the shower. He felt... guilty about doing it while you were sleeping so soundly. He just didn't want to disturb your slumber.

But tonight is different. And he wants you so badly, so turned on seeing you in that satin nightgown that's been lifted to your tummy, and how you spread your legs unconsciously for him.

"Such a good girl," he praises when he finds you're still sleeping soundly. Maybe you make those pretty noises because it's a spontaneous reaction to having your sensitive body parts touched.

Two of Minghao's fingers go into his mouth, sucking on them. He tries to collect his saliva there and he lines it toward your entrance, trying to stretch you out. Meanwhile, he goes back to licking your clit, his tongue lapping at a not-too-fast tempo and occasionally his pink lips suck on your clit, licking in a circular pattern. Minghao's two fingers are already halfway into you when you moan again while opening your eyes only to find your fiancé eating you out while staring at your face.

"H-hao? What are you doing?" you ask rhetorically. You know what he's doing, of course. Your eyes see how the man's face sinks between your legs and how your stomach muscles tighten from his suction on your clit, as well as his fingers scissoring inside you.

"Making you feel good?" He chuckles. "Go back to sleep if you're still tired, angel. Don't mind me."

You shake your head as if to say I don't want to sleep, already not sleepy then try to sit up properly. Your palm cupping Minghao's cheek, "Look at me, Hao."

"Hm?" he pauses his movement for a while, two fingers still inside you. "Is there something wrong? Should I stop?"

"N-no! It's just..."

"Hey, angel. If you feel uncomfortable it's okay," Minghao reassures you, voice getting softened.

"Hao... I just, miss you. I mean, I don't want to fall back asleep. I- I want you to touch me..."

Minghao smiles back at you, and it always charms you. You don't know how those words affected his heart. Because you said it with your innocent-sounding voice, with your mouth half open and your cheeks red, oh, he can feel his cock twitching inside his office pants that tighten from his erection.

"Angel, I haven't showered yet," he replies with tenderness in his voice, not wanting to disappoint you. "I don't want to make you get dirty because of me. I just arrived home and-"

"I don't mind, Hao. I'm okay with you getting me dirty. I- I missed your touch..."

Minghao's heart beat so fast in an instant, not expecting you to say it. His ears turn red, and he begins to forfeit control of himself. "Shit, angel." a gasp escapes his pretty lips. "You've done something t o me."

"And what is that?" you tease. Oh, Minghao looks surprised as he stares at your seductive expression. God, you just woke up and immediately teases him like this?

Minghao grabs your right hand, kissing the back of your hand as his tongue also traces your skin, making you giggle cutely. "Hao, it tickles!"

You can feel Minghao's smile forming against your skin. The kiss slowly descends, he kisses the knuckles of your fingers, your fingertips, and then places a soft peck on your engagement ring. Your heart swells at the way he treats you. He always treats you like a princess, like an angel. Like the most precious thing he owns.

Your eyes widen as Minghao moves your hand that he just kissed to his crotch, and there it is, his hardening cock, twitches when your hand grazes over it. Creating frictions that sends shivers down his spine. "Angel, let me make you feel good, please?" his eyes are already filled with hunger for you, for your body, and his voice is beginning to grow raspy.

You nod in embarrassment, but your hands move instinctively to unbuckle his belt while Minghao unbinds the tie around his neck, tossing it to the side. You help each other to undress.

Minghao loves to be skin-on-skin with you, and when he removes the nightgown from your body, his gaze is full of desire to own you completely. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers into your ear, kissing your earlobe lightly. "Angel, you're such a blessing to me."

You moan under his touch, you feel the arousal juices coming out more and more from your cunt. Minghao lays you back on the bed, while he sits on his knees to insert his digits again inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit making you moan louder than before.

"H-hao..." your legs spread even wider for him. Your body misses Minghao's touch badly, missing how he treats your body to satisfy you.

He leans closer for a kiss, teeth grazing your lower lip as you open your mouth for him. His other free hand wipes away the sweat that forms on your forehead. "I know, angel. I know," he whispers between kisses. "Let me bring you to the heaven, angel."

You bite Minghao's lip as you feel your nipple being played with. Pinched, then your chest is squeezed hard by him. Your hand that has been on Minghao's waist slowly goes down to his abdomen, then your hand holding the base of his cock gently. The man lets out a low sigh as he feels your hand wraps around his shaft.

As Minghao plays with your clit and his fingers move in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot just right, you pump his cock that's been hard since fifteen minutes ago. His cock is flushed, and the tip releases more precum when you rub circles on it. Determine to make him feel good too.

His digits are scissoring your cunt rapidly now, following the tempo of your hand.

"A-ah, Hao!" you moan, as his fingers keep hitting your sweet spot with a speed that keeps increasing. Your hands are also getting faster at giving Minghao a handjob. Your kiss gets messy as you both moan into each other's mouths while Minghao starts to buckle his hip into your fist.

"A-angel," his breathing gets heavier. He ends the kiss just so he can stare at your face showing the expression that you are so lost in pleasure. He lands a kiss on your forehead, all while he is still fingering you and feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers.

"Let's spend the whole damn night with me, will you? Let's make each other feel good,"

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bendycxmet · 4 months

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Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

MY FIRST ASK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FOR THE ENTIRE DAY!

i am doing well! thank you for your support! <33

i usually take forever to write a piece, but ur ask inspired me and had me thinking all day on how to go about this. so hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!

Sweet Dreams

Exiting the bathroom, freshly washed and donning one of Vash’s shirts, you throw your towel over your head, continuing to dry off your head while you peered out into the room. Vash lounged on the motel bed, arms thrown behind him to support his head, lean legs sprawled out and taking up the entire mattress. He was whistling a tune you didn’t recognize, one eye closed while the other surveilled you in the opening of the steaming door.

“Ya sure you didn’t wanna take a shower? There’s still some hot water left,” you offered.

“Nah, got too comfy waiting here for you. I’ll take one in the morning.”

He closed his other eye, humming the tune now. He did look comfy. A little too comfy. With his eyes closed, he didn’t see the mischievous glimmer in your eye. The pattering of your feet was his only warning as you dove for him, body landing atop his, an ‘oof!’ sounding from him as your body weight collapsed on his chest. You were cackling at the noise he made, wrapping your arms around his waist as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Not fair! You attacked a defenseless man!”

“Getting comfortable without me, handsome? Ay! Stop it!-”

His fingers didn’t stop their wriggling assault, only ending when you began to retaliate.

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He coughed a laugh out. “Mm, you smell nice. I haven’t smelled this soap before. Where’d you get it?” He twirled a wet piece of hair between his fingers.

“Oh I didn’t tell you! I met this vendor at the market earlier! While you were off looking for your donuts, the smell of the loveliest lavender drew me in.”

Vash hummed along to your story, indicating that his attention was still 100% on you as he played with your hair. He breathed in the calming scent on your skin and hair, allowing it to sway him to sleep slowly. You rambled on and on about how the vendor made the soap, the techniques and oils she used to bring out the herb.

“But I got her card so we can go back and get you a soap! I do love how you smell Vash, it’s almost like you have a sort of gene that prevents you from smelling bad.” You turned your nose further into his shirt, inhaling the raw smell of him–sunshine with notes of something earthy…petrichor, or something along those lines. It grounded you every time. “But geez, would it kill you to wash your laundry sometimes?! You stink!” you lied, teasing a finger into his chest.

He yelped, abruptly awoken by your harsh jabbing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it up to kiss it, splaying your hand open with his own, observing the size difference.

“We can do a laundry day tomorrow. I saw the laundromat wasn’t too far off from us, so we can easily carry our loads there.” He sighed, a content smile plastered on his face at the domesticity you two indulged in. He entwined your fingers, bringing it to the side of his face. “That reminds me! I got us donuts for the morning! You should’ve seen the options, I mean. I was in heaven, Mayfly. Powdered, glazed, cake-”

He let your hand go as he gestured in the air, passionate about the change in subject.

It was Vash’s turn to ramble. And once he started on his favorite topic–donuts–there was no stopping him. The deep timbre of his voice held some power. His voice always became deeper late into the night, hinting that he was getting tired; but it seemed to lower your heart rate, lower your defenses and diminish the adrenaline you had from a busy day. The warmth of the day seemed to never leave him, his body heat encompassing the parts of you that touched him. You tucked your legs closer to his body as the coldness of the desert night reached for your feet.

One of his arms was wrapped around you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. The other was busy with your arm on the opposite side, fingers lightly grazing up and down. The security you felt in his presence never failed to put you to sleep.

You hummed one last time, eyes softly closing at his praise for a certain jelly doughnut. You promised in your head that you were only shutting them for a minute. What lies you told yourself.

“But I got your favorite! It might have a bite in it, but I saved the majority of it for you! I know you’ll like it, because I know you, hehe…um. Mayfly?”

Your soft snores alerted him that you stopped paying attention to his tales of the day. He peered down his nose at you, love clearly painted into his features. Your eyelashes were long from this angle, gently laid out on your sun-kissed skin. Your lips were parted, soft breaths felt on his chest as you breathed in his scent on each inhale and exhaled the minty paste from your nighttime routine. He’s told you plenty of times before, but if only you knew how beautiful you looked in his eyes.

He felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the chill in the air. He reached down to grab the comforter, pulling it up to your shoulders. You shifted slightly, stilling in the creases of his warm neck that was now heating your cold nose. He giggled at the temperature difference, arms also wrapping around your waist as he settled further into the sheets.

He had to admit, his exaggerated noise and fuss at your sudden dive from earlier was only a ruse. He loved the nights you chose to sleep tucked into his side, but he delighted in the nights you chose to smother him, arms always wrapped around him. He had days to live for with you, but there were always nights to live for as well.

“Sweetest of dreams, Mayfly.”

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 4 months

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hi✨adore your thoughts and headcanons to the moon and back with how detailed and in character they are. dark!percy has always been incredibly alluring and fascinating, so I was wondering about your presentation/analysis of him. if you're comfortable (if not, it's totally okay and just ignore it!), could you write percy and child of any "dark" like hades, or hecate, nyx (or whoever) god, who understands how scary and tough it can be when you and your powers are so destructive, and they help him to kinda adjust to this side of him and understand that he isn't a bad person for that (cause this guy already has a lot of self hatred). maybe kinda chaotic dumbass enemies to lovers? sfw or nswf - whatever works for you. sorry for this ramble! just so many thoughts about him...

hope you have a good time of a day🤟

DARK!Percy headcanons

authors note: Can I just say, I've been WAITING for a question like this. More Dark Percy headcanons everyone!! plss!!

warnings: mentions of abuse & neglect, suicidal and intrusive thoughts, impulsive thoughts, mentions of eating disorder, chaotic family life, Gabe Ugliano...

okay, this is a mixture of headcanons of his CHILDHOOD but also an ANALYSIS of DARK PERCY.

cigarette burns from Gabe. Not just because Gabe did it, some of Gabes older friends (a long time ago, before the lightning theaf book) told Percy to come closer and burnt it into his forearm. Gabes eyes turned into shock but then he poked a tongue in his cheek and scoffed in laughter, giving Percy a judgemental look - *its a classic look, the type of look you give someone when you're looking down on them.

Percy would be so angry at Gabe, sometimes he would snap and tell him to shut up because Gabe would watch TV late in the night and fall asleep with the TV on until morning. At some point, Percy opened the door and screamed on the top of his lungs to shut the fuck up, slamming the door, sleep deprived and exhausted, locking the bedroom door bc he was scared Gabe would do something - and sobbed loudly. He was just a kid, but he already learnt how to fight. Sally tried to give reassurance but Percy wouldnt open the door. The incident was deemed "nightmares" on Percy's part, and Sally let him sleep in her bed.

Sally and Gabe never shared a bed. Gabe snores, sometimes even has nightmares, other time she would bother Sally about a new babyboy they could have, as if Percy wasn't good enough to be his son.

One time Sally asked Percy if he ever wanted siblings. the truth is, yes, but with Gabe Ugliano? no way. fuck no. He said no in a really moody and almost bitchy way, and walked out of the house and went to school.

Percy had the habit of keeping his shoulders scrunched up when he slept. He still does, but he doesn't understand why his body tenses up when he sleeps - Gabe isn't there anymore.

He also had the habit of lowering his head, shoulders and hunching when he walked - but once he met Annabeth over the summer he kept his back more straight - and never hanged his head when he walked. He noticed and felt more relief.

When people asked what he was doing for the summer, weight was lifted off his shoulders when he said SUMMER CAMP - finally he had something to do during summer! Every kid in school went somewhere nice, now even Percy does. He felt like he could finally share a bit of the same intrests as everyone else. He could actually tell people about his summer.

You know when the teacher forces everyone to tell a little bit about their summer - now finally percy could say confidendtly he did somethign fun instead of making something up.

struggles with anger, but understand it got so bad he broke his own first laptop 3.5months of having it - he broke the screen in half with his bare hands. He regretted it so much and hid it but his Sally found out.

Regrettfully, this made Percy believe he would always ruin/sabotage things for himself, and that he doesn't deserve nice things. Letting his mother buy his clothes, never aksing for new clothes... whats the point?

Besides, Gabe was stingy with his money. Gabe even refused to buy shampoo which is stupid cause its cheap asf - but Gabe wanted the feeling of control.

the dynamic of the family and house changed. The living room was Gabes, not Sally and Percy's spot. Gabe even took Percy's side of the couch and his spot at the dining table. Percy stubbornly refused to move, but Gabe is scary and big for his size so he did it to be civil for his mother. He felt like he lost something that day.

When Gabe was out late, Percy would lock the door and put the chain on. Gabe would unlock the door and try to get inside, but the chain stopped him. Gabed huffed in frustration and Sally had to get up and open the door - which burned Percys heart because he realized that nothing could keep Gabe out.

Percy would generally be a very bitter person to be around, people would shy away from him and sometimes stop talking when he tried to join in.

self image, self-confidence and self respect was low. But actually scratch that, his self respect was high. he put boundaries down pretty fast with other people because he knew everything that gabe did was no, and everything that sally did was yes. but at some point he disliked Sallys touch just slightly bit, because he knew Gabe had held her hand earlier.

he would talk to sally for hours on the couch, but as soon as the door clicked opened he walked to his room and closed the door. He didnt want to be near gabe. but then gabe started to trash his room, and percy was basically forced to sit in the living room.

he felt like he was playing "family" or pretending everything was okay, as if Gabe wasn't neglectful, but he felt sick.

At some point Percy's anxiety and stress because to normalized within himself that he nowadays cant tell what anxiety even is - and he would sometimes even say hes never had anxiety, because its basically been with him from such a young age, he cant tell the difference.

pretending to be "family" was even worse walking around the mall with sally and gabe. gabe was just this big giant slob of goo that would follow everywhere, and gabe would even huff and puff shamelessly if they were taking too long. gabe even got angry if sally found something nice for herself, he was possesive.

started taking only an apple with him to lunch, 1. he thought he was fat. 2. gabe wouldnt buy anything he liked and they had to stick with the basics. 3.his lunch was embarrassing even though everyone ate cafeteria food.

he got so happy the first time he could bring something "normal" to eat or if he got money to buy lunch, his reason being that he could finally "blend in" insteading standing out as a "freak".

he has a burn mark on the backside of his ankle, near his achillies, burn himself bc of Gabe.

hates it if someone traces the cigarette scars on his arm, even hates it if Annabeth does it - he still struggles with his self image and probably wont like that part of himself until he grows old and gray.

one time he vented to someone about his childhood and they stopped talking to him. never spoke ever since, was afraid that someone would use it against him. hasn't even told his mom or sally half of the things Gabe said or did to him/behind his back.

one time gabe pissed on the clothes percy was wearing but blaimed it on percy. ofc his mother believed percy but it was still shameful for percy.

in second book of sea of monsters, a kid asked if percy let his mother buy his clothes - actually stopped letting his mother buy clothes for him after that.

he would naturally adopt people that were outcasts and be a friend - because people were rarely there for him when he needed it.

needs validation, but couldnt get it from school. his friends would praise him but he could barely accept those compliments because at the end of the day he was still a loser too.

his mother would be his studdy buddy, and tried to help percy with homework - but still found everything hard.

gabe got angry with percy would "dirtying everything" but Gabes the only reason why his mom has to clean daily.

Dark Percy would definitely develop from a young age, but it became a lot more present behind the scene of the books.

he desires comofort, safety and a space where he can be himself without having to walk on his toes around the place.

Honestly, NSFW

He suppresses his moans because he was used to being quiet when he was around Gabe.

He has jacked off quietly, watched any videos quietly, no sound and even with headphones get sscared that someone might hear.

One time he stayed up late bc of whatever reasons and his stepfather Gabe yelled "GO TO BED", the next morning Gabe complained about how loud Percy was when Percy was away at school (this was early middle school, school wasnt that far away). And his mother Sally defended him and said she believes that Percy goes to bed when he should/when she tells him to, this made Percy feel bad so he went to bed on time every since, or at least tried too. If he ever stayed up, he learn how to breathe quietly too.

The feeling of shame for touching yourself, feeling pleasure, and arousal was strongly in him from a certain age - Gabe's influence for even trying to be HAPPY or LAUGHING with his mother made him feel shame for any good feeling sexual or not.

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hellooo i hope you’re well!

i would like to make a request, a melissa x reader. where they’re married and the reader has always struggled with sleeping. they’re on meds but sometimes they honestly don’t work or help. so mel has gotten into the routine of staying up with reader and eventually r will fall asleep on the couch, in mels arms etc.. one night ava decides to have a sleepover at the school for teachers and the students (like the field trip ep in abbott). the r freaks out a bit because they won’t have the routine with mel like they usually do.. after what feels like hours of fun the r passes out in mels arms as they are in the floor with the rest of the staff (telling story’s to each other).. mel goes into loving wife mode (basically saying to everyone to be quiet so her wife can sleep). SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE I JUST THINK THIS IS SO CUTE.

lots of fluff, lovey mel, overprotective mel..

I intended on writing a different fic tonight, but this one just started writing itself so... as always, not edited in the slightest.

Insomniac's Lullaby

WC: ~2.5k

You’ve always struggled with sleep. It was just a part of who you were. Insomnia haunted you late at night, and you would be lucky to get three hours of sleep most nights. You had tried melatonin early on into these sleeping problems, and it didn’t help. You didn’t feel like going to the doctor about this though- not when you were perfectly functional with the amount of sleep you got.

Melissa, your wife, has come to understand this about you, and with a little pestering, convinced you to go to the doctor for it. They were able to officially diagnose you with insomnia, and they were able to prescribe medication for you.

The first day that you were supposed to take it, you flat out refused.

“Mel, what if it really knocks me out and then I’m not up for work tomorrow?” you asked her hesitantly.

She sighed. “We’ll try them over the weekend, okay?”

“I really don’t think I need it to begin with,” you told her.

“Amore, it’s rather unhealthy the lack of sleep you get, and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t need the rest of your life to be cut short because you don’t get nearly the proper amount of sleep,” she pulled you into her arms. “Please, just try them over the weekend.”

So you did. And they worked magically. You took your medication religiously for about two months before it stopped working its magic with 100% efficiency.

On those nights where the medication doesn’t work, Melissa has made the habit of staying up with you to let you know that you aren’t alone. Or at least, she tries.

“Babe,” you sigh. “You really don’t have to. I know you’re tired, and you deserve to sleep.”

“I am a dedicated wife,” she tuts as she settles into the couch with you. “If you’re up, I’m up. If you’re heading to bed, I’m heading to bed.”

“I can just watch tv in bed,” you tell her.

“But I know that isn’t super comfortable for you,” she rolls her eyes. “I’ll be fine. We have a big couch, and we can sprawl out.”

“But your back-”

“Will be fine,” she raises a brow. “Don’t call me old.”

“I said no such thing,” you raise your hands in surrender.

“Just lay down,” the redhead huffs.

You lay down, and she lays down and holds you to her chest. You turn on the television, and you lay there for hours. You know Melissa is still awake because you can feel the way that her right hand is lazily tracing your hip bone. So you start to feign sleep.

“I know you’re still awake,” she mumbles into your neck.

“I am,” you admit. “But you need sleep.”

“So do you,” she mutters. “How can I help you relax- without sex? I’m too tired for that right now.”

“I don’t know,” you whisper and turn to face her. Her eyes are half open, and she’s clearly fighting the sleep that wants to take her so desperately.

“Roll over,” your wife tells you as she helps you lay on your stomach. Before you can ask what she’s going to do, you feel her warm hand start to draw patterns on your back. It lulls you to sleep rather quickly, and as soon as she’s sure you’re out for the night, she too gives into her slumber.

That becomes a habit, but even then, that doesn’t always work. On those nights, after seemingly forever, you can convince her that the two of you can lay in bed so she’s more comfortable. She begrudgingly agrees, but she insists on carrying you.

“I can walk, Mel,” you roll your eyes as she fireman carries you up the steps and gently lays you on the bed.

“But then you’ll wake your body up, and we’re so close to getting you to sleep,” your wife tells you as she turns on the overhead fan and crawls into bed with you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckle softly.

“Yeah, and you love me,” she huffs as she starts to spoon you. Her arms find their way around your waist, and you feel as her fingers trace delicate patterns on your stomach. Melissa kisses the back of your shoulder, and lulls you to sleep with her gentle humming.

Nights like this continue, and the two of you are set in your routines. Get to sleep however you can, and if it’s a particularly late night, you’re in charge of making sure the redheaded teacher has enough caffeine in her system to keep her going through the day.

The two of you are rather content in these routines- even if it means your wife can be testier on days where she isn’t as well rested as she’d like to be. You apologize to both her and the staff for her cranky attitude on those days. None of them know you suffer from insomnia and just assume the two of you had a wild night the previous night. Melissa’s stupid smirk does not help put these assumptions to bed.

But it all changes one day when Ava comes sauntering into the staff room during the lunch period claiming that she has a foolproof way to get everybody to bond. A staff sleepover with the students.

Your eyes widen, and they meet Melissa’s. She can immediately read your mind and understand that you’re internally freaking out because your routine will get messed up, and you thrive on routine. The second grade teacher also understands that you won’t be able to take your medication because that usually knocks you out pretty well, and you have to be somewhat coherent if something happens in the middle of the night with your students. She lays a gently hand over your thigh and rubs her thumb back and forth to soothe you until the two of you can get home and talk it over.

“I don’t think I can do it, Mel,” you mumble tearfully that night. “I just don’t think I can handle our routine being messed up.”

“I’ll figure it out… Ava owes me a few favors,” the redhead tries to assure you.

Unfortunately, she can’t deliver. She tells your wife regretfully that they can’t have substitutes stay in overnight, and she’s already sent out the school wide newsletter announcing this plan. So the two of you are stuck doing this lock-in. She promises you’ll be taken care of.

The day of the lock-in comes quicker than you would have liked, and you’re beyond nervous. The two of you head home quickly to eat dinner and pack your things before returning to the school. The kids are beyond happy to see you, and you’re able to forget about your worries for quite a few hours as the students participate in activities with you. It’s all laughs and smiles, and you can tell Melissa is thrilled to see that you’re having a good time.

At some point, a few of the students who had Melissa in second grade and you in third grade flock around you, giggling.

“What?” your wife rolls her eyes. “Oi, I thought I got rid of youse years ago,” she teases them.

“Mel,” you playfully smack her arm. “Be nice. They’re just saying hi.”

“Actually, we have a question for you two,” Jada giggles.

“Oh good lord,” you mumble before looking to her. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“How did you and Ms. Schemmenti get together?”

“Mrs. Schemmenti, now,” your wife corrects.

“How did you and Mrs. Schemmenti get together?” Jada repeats her question.

You tell them the child-friendly version of your love story, and by the end of it, the kids are giggling with glee.

“Thanks, Mrs. Schemmentis!” the group of girls hug the two of you before running off and sitting down in a circle a few paces away. They’re clearly talking about their own love lives, and you can hear one of them say that they hope they find a partner like the two of you.

Eventually though, the students start settling down, some in the gym and some in the cafeteria. A few of the other teachers have volunteered themselves to stay in the different rooms with the kids, and your usual crew somehow gets hallway duty together.

Your wife was smart enough to bring one of your blowup mattresses from home and gets it set up while you make sure that your kids are settling down well enough to not give the other third grade teachers a hard time. When you get back, your bed is made, she’s in her pajamas, and she’s propped up by the wall as she chats with Barb. The two of them are watching is Janine lays out a sleeping bag, telling the two of them that she’ll actually be fine sleeping on the floor because the tiles are cold and it’ll help her sleep better.

“Yeah kid,” Melissa laughs. “Don’t complain when your back is killing you tomorrow.”

You grab your bag from next to Melissa before heading into the bathroom to change. When you’re finished, you settle on the bed next to your wife, but she has different plans. She gestures for you to sit in between her legs and prop yourself up against her. The two of you take up this position at home quite often, but you’re shocked she’s allowing you to do it at school in front of your coworkers.

The teachers that you’re sitting with all trade stories and reminisce about their years at Abbott. Every once in a while, you put in your own little quip, but you mostly let your friends do the talking.

You feel Melissa’s arms around you, her right hand tracing patterns on your hipbone like she does at home, while she uses her left arm to hold you up, her left hand finding it’s place to rest on your stomach.

Barbara is telling some story about the first year that her and Melissa started, a story that you had heard hundreds of times between the two, when you feel your eyelids get heavier.

“And then Melissa-” and that’s the last thing you hear before you fall asleep in your wife’s arms.

It takes a bit for your wife to realize that you’ve fallen asleep. She had noticed your breathing start to even out, but she just assumed that you were relaxing for once.

“Aw,” Janine coos. “Y/N is so cute when she’s sleeping.”

“She’s asleep?” Melissa raises a brow as she looks down at you. Sure enough, you’re sound asleep in her arms. “No more stories. Goodnight.”

“What?” Jacob asks. “But we were just getting to-”

“I said good. night.” the redhead silently challenges him to argue back.

“Melissa dear,” Barb says softly. “We’re all just having a good time, and Y/N has been asleep for the last fifteen minutes. Surely, us continuing to chat won’t wake her.”

“Barb,” Melissa grits out.

“What’s the fuss?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

Your wife bites her lip before glancing back down at you and kissing your temple. “None youse better tell Y/N I told you this.”

They all cross their hearts silently.

“She struggles a lot with sleep. She takes medication to help her, but sometimes it don’t always work. On nights where she really has a hard time, the only thing that can really get her to sleep and stay asleep is me.”

“How cute,” Jacob says softly.

“Y/N was pretty nervous about tonight, knowing she couldn’t take her medication with the kids being here and having to respond to something if we have to. We also have routines for when she can’t take her medication or when it just isn’t working.”

“Sex?” Ava chimes in.

“No,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “But she really thought tonight was going to be a sleepless night for her. So if she’s sleeping, youse need to shut up so she can stay asleep. And if she wakes up, there will be hell to pay. Woman needs it after only getting two hours of sleep last night.”

Barbara nods and starts to get herself comfortable on her own mattress.

“Is that why she always comes in looking exhausted?” Gregory asks.

“On days when she can’t sleep, yeah.”

“And you come in looking exhausted too?” Janine clarifies.

“Yeah. I stay up with her and try to find ways to get her to sleep.”

“Damn,” Ava sighs as she lays down. “I just thought y’all were freaky.”

There’s a chorus of a hushed, “Ava!” before everyone else lays down and gets ready to sleep.

“If any of the kids need anything, Y/N is last resort,” Melissa warns as she gets you to lay down. She curls up next to you, kisses your temple, and lets her eyes flutter shut.

You wake up the next morning feeling absolutely refreshed. There’s no chatter around you like you thought there would be.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Melissa whispers as she brushes a few hairs away from your face. You blink your eyes open, and there is your wife looking as gorgeous as ever holding her coffee mug. You glance around- there’s no students.

“Everyone else is up with them, and they’re all having breakfast in the classrooms,” she tells you as she hands you your mug.

“Crap,” you mumble as you go to sit up. “I guess I gotta get to my room so they can-”

“Mr. J has our classes handled,” your wife tells you.

“How did the kids get around me?” you ask as you run your fingers through your hair.

“Silently,” she chuckles. “I pretty much told them that if you woke up, everybody would get a demerit, and the offender would get a detention. That kept them quiet.”

“Mel,” you sigh.

“You needed sleep.”

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you guys last night,” you sigh as you take her mug out of her hands and take a sip. The coffee tastes perfect.

“You needed it. The others knew you needed it too, so they told me they would help wrangle the kids back to the classrooms for breakfast.”

“They knew?”

“They see the way we walk in here sometimes… after long nights,” the redhead clarifies. “I kind of had to tell them when I threatened that if anyone woke you up, there would be hell to pay.”

“Oh good god,” you mumble.

“Jacob already gave me an herbal tea recipe that supposedly helps with sleep, so we can try that tonight,” your wife rolls her eyes in good nature.

You nod and take another sip of her coffee. “Okay, let’s go deal with our kids.”

“Mr. J has it.”

“I don’t need Mr. J telling my kids that Illuminati runs the world,” you roll your eyes as you climb off the air mattress. The two you get into the room just as Mr. Johnson finishes writing the word.

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