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Imagine accidentally falling asleep in your room with the lights on because you were just so tired and your f/o walks in.
They take in the sight of you sleeping so peacefully for a while. Maybe you just had a very rough day, or maybe you just did so many things that you ended up passing out without doing your nightly routine first.
Either way your f/o doesn't disturb you. If you have a lot of stuff in your bed that you would've moved before falling asleep then your f/o does it for you in order to clear up some space for you to sleep more comfortably. Once they finish they turn the lights off and tuck you in, kissing you goodnight.
If you both share the same bed then imagine them trying to sneakily get in so they can rest as well. Maybe they wrap their arms around you and you smile subconsciously in your sleep because of it, making your f/o's heart melt in the process.
Sweet dreams~
Prosh!ppers dni
#hey guess who just passed out still dressed up; lights on; and with stuff on the bed 🤪#I hope this is something#f/o imagines#sleep imagines
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Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)
I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c
Part Two:
Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D
Aaaand Part Three:
'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...
Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]
#fanart#comics#cult of the lamb#cotl#narilamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl yellow cat#this is my headcanon and i'm sticking to it#the lamb is a goofy stabby-babby goober and narinder is just a grumpy asshole who constantly velcroes onto them for hella snuggles#look - if you've been trapped in the afterlife void for over a thousand years - you are GONNA want a fuckton of snuggles#that's just science#the scribble comic i did with narinder and the yellow cat can technically work as part four i guess#only instead of the lamb Going Gremlin at the attempt to steal their other followers' devotion#they just comin' at him for Rad Cuddles OuO#someday i will draw these two with the proper height difference i imagine them having#today is not that day#today is also not the day i pin down exactly how long i want narinder's tail to be#(but i want it to be Very Long - just because)#there are inconsistencies here and there and probably some mistakes but i have been working on these for a week and i am So Tired guys#EDIT: haha yeah i forgot to color in narinder's fukken ears again#fuk :)#EDIT 2: i fixed it but it's probably too late at this point lmao#EDIT 3: THE LAMB'S FUKKEN HORNS JFC#i am not editing this thing anymore cuz i need sleep and the mistakes are already out there *dies of artist mortification*
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Maizula nation please where r u
#maizula#azula#mai atla#they r so.#i think we as a fandom ignore how obsessed azula actually is with mai and all the boiling rock situation#my god when she find out abt mai's new boyfrriend and she just WHOS THIS IMBECILE.#IJUST HTINK THEY R PPERFECT TOXIC YURI AND YOU ALL SLEEP ON IT#Mai its like#imagine the worst person you ever meet it's now crying like a child demanding you answers#what do you even say in here
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#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉
+ bonus: message received 😅
#mobius#loki#lokius#mcuedit#lokiedit#marveledit#loki spoilers#owen wilson#tom hiddleston#one look at loki like well the kids need a stepmom 😂#running on alarmingly little sleep feeling like i dreamed this entire episode lmao???#my man don out here smoother than the god of stories you love to see it 😭😭#probable jet ski salesman of the year got the potential ruler of the multiverse down badder than imaginable we live in the best timeline#don#owenwilsonedit#marvel#dianagifs#loki s2 spoilers
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sleep paralysis (monsterfucking).
waking up to a strange sensation in the black of the night. feather-light touches sail up and down your curves, and your thighs only clench naturally. you haven't touched yourself before bed, though, nor were you aroused enough to do so… until now, it seemed.
as you ease in and out of consciousness throughout this unusually long night, new sensations take flight; a ticklish tingle on your lips like a sweet kiss, gently coaxing your thighs open somehow — goosebumps shoot down your spine as a trail of slick warmth spreads across your neck much like a tongue was lapping it. a needy moan escaping your lips.
baffled, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you until you realized you laid there. paralyzed. pinned to the mattress by brute strength far from human, sinking down on you — your gown riding up along with something warm, thick, and smooth circling your clit endlessly. rendering you a hot and needy mess before finally slipping all the way inside your soaked parts. filling you to the brim. your pathetic choked up sobs and squirms unmatched for this feral sensation claiming you.
it was then you realized that you weren't responsible for this immense pleasure as slow panting could be heard with each monstrous thrust and all you could do was take it like prey while your body was used for the beast's heavy load... and he won't stop until he's finished.
#monster boyfriend#monster bf#monster#monster fucker#lucifer#monster imagine#monster smut#monster x reader#teratophillia#monster nsft#sleep paralysis demon x reader
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Ianthe's like so are we doing this
just leading your sister lyctor back to your room in the middle of the night to look at the body under your bed
#I feel so bad for Harrow in that scene and then Ianthe has audacity to ask if Harrow been sleeping I hate her#imagining Wake in Cytherea's body looking straight in Ianthe's eyes and like 'is this bitch fr'#the locked tomb#harrow the ninth#harrow the ninth spoilers#harrowhark nonagesimus#ianthe tridentarius#gideon the ninth#art
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handy texting
#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen#mob#shigeo#tome#ritsu#fanart#elgatoiberico#idk guys I'm#fried potato chip#potato chip brainstormed thing and I am gonna#sleep#edit: I didn't sleep and found out that emojis have been in japan since 1997#I'm just gonna imagine his phone is ancient#ANCIENT I TELL YOU
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#the one sleeping in the 4th pic is an oc of mine btw bc i didnt know who else to put. you can just imagine its haibara or something though#ive made these slowly over like months theyre just so fun to make#my art#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#geto suguru#shoko ieri#utahime iori#shokohme#jjk memes#meme redraw#idk what to tag this honestly#fushiguro megumi#maki zenin#toji fushiguro#fanart#artists on tumblr
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a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.
you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.
you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.
this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.
what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.
breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.
but that day you saw it.
as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.
that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.
the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?
grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.
it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.
the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.
however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.
and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.
the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.
however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.
your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.
its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"
#monster lover#smut#writers on tumblr#monster fucker#monster kink#monsterfucking nsft#monsterfucking cw#tw monsterfucking#monster k!nk#k!nky thoughts#monster imagine#monster headcanons#monster smut#monster x human#female reader#writeblr#fantasy#tw noncon#deunmiu dessie#sleep paralysis#paralysis demon#monsterfucker#somnophillia#monster x reader#monster x you#monster x female
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Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.
Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.
He breathes a quiet,
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
Eddie huffs a tired laugh,
‘You know I never mind.’
Because, yeah.
Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.
( another one from the poll | WIP )
#in my feels this fine morning#eddie cant let steve go without his goodbye smooch#i imagine eddie would sleep through anything#but i also like to think he lets himself wake up#he likes to watch Steve’s morning routine#which may or may not include winking at himself in the mirror when his final once over checks out#steddie#steddie fanart#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#i changed Steve’s face from the WIP.. it needed better angling#I’m not a writer so please ignore grammar and whatever other problems lol#i type like i read it in my head#so hopefully it sounds alright
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go back to sleep - cl16 smut
pairing: charles lecler x fem!reader
summary: charles comes home late after a long week of hardly seeing eachother and fucks you while your asleep
warnings: a little bit if angst at the beginning, established relationship, somnophilia, unprotected sex, fingering and a little bit of a control kink.
the cool night air that wafted off the mediterranean sea and settled over monaco brought charles no comfort. the darkness of the night pressed around him as he rounded the last few corners before pulling into the driveway.
he'd hardly seen you in the last week. you were swamped with work and always exhausted.
meanwhile, ferrari was falling apart, each race seemingly more disastrous than the last.
before, the two of you had always been able to make it work and saw eachother constantly. cooking together at night by the warm glow of the kitchen lights, reading together or going out on small, intimate dates.
but the last several days had been different. the week had been particularly stressful and busy for both of you but it felt different for charles. your schedules weren't aligning and he often ended up coming home extremely late, and you left early in the morning.
he knew that you were just busy and soon it would all blow over but still, he felt alone. he felt a little paranoid, everything seemed off.
he worried things would grow dull between the two of you. he worried you'd get irritated with his late nights. he couldnt bear to lose you.
tonight especially, his body ached for you.
he parked the car and got out, making his way up to the apartment. he opened the door quietly as to not wake you up.
hastily, he put down his bags and made quick motions to prepare for bed. the apartment was dead quiet, only illuminated by the city lights that came through the windows. the clock reads 12:39.
as he opens the door to the bedroom, any traces of tiredness in him melt away as his eyes land on you.
you're asleep, your entire body limp. the ponytail you normally wear to sleep has fallen out and your hair fans out across the pillow. your lips are slightly parted and your body heaves slightly with each breath you take.
your legs are spread and your his tshirt is bunched up enough to reveal your white cotton panties, the ones he knows you like to wear to sleep.
you look so peaceful, angelic, fragile. so neatly prepared for charles to wreck. the idea of doing so excites him so much that he finds himself crawling slowly onto the bed.
his fingers begin softly stroking your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
you dont move, dont make a sound. still asleep, still perfectly spread for charles.
he carefully pulls your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your folds. even in your sleep, its unbelievable how wet you are from his touch.
his fingers move from softly circling your clit. your body doesnt move.
he slowly pulls your panties down your thighs and slips them off your ankles.
as his thumb continues pleasuring your clit, his fingers glide down and push inside you. your walls tense around his fingers and you groan, you shift positions a little.
but you dont wake up.
he pumps his two fingers in and out of you, increasing his pace ever so slowly as to not disturb you.
your sleeping body clenches around his fingers, walls fluttering with pleasure. charles finds it impossible how you remain asleep with how deeply he thrusts his fingers into you, brushing against your g-spot.
he pulls out his fingers before you can reach your orgasm.
a soft breeze swirls through the open window. you visibly shiver, goosebumps creeping over your thighs.
you remain unconscious still, even as he pushes his unbearably hard cock inside of you. the feeling of having you completely and absolutely under his control sends waves of arousal over his body. your motionless frame was all his to use however he wanted.
a small groan escapes charles' lips at the contrast of your hot core to the cool air of the bedroom. he gently begins thrusting in and out of you, placing his hands on either sides of your waist and gripping the sheets.
you exhale softly from parted lips. the muscles in your abdomen tensing, your walls clenching around him.
he increases his pace little by little. your delicate body flinches. he has to use every ounce of his willpower to keep his pace slow.
your expression beneath him is impossibly soft and innocent. he swears hes never seen anything more beautiful.
a small moan leaves your lips. the noise is hardly audible but the little vibrations that ripple over your body is enough to make charles's cock twitch inside you.
your eyelids flutter, you shift a little. your eyes open slowly.
your whole body feels hot, pulses of pleasure rushing through you. as you slowly regain consciousness your met with charles's intense green eyes. you cant quite read his expression.
it takes you a minute to piece together the situation, your mind still foggy with sleep. the heat and movement between your legs. charles on top of you. the familiar dark glint in his eyes.
charles thrusts into you carefully but deeply. you bite your lip, moaning. your finger nails clutching his arms.
charles brushes his hand over your cheek, touching you softly.
"go back to sleep, ma belle." his voice is rich and soaked in lust. he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then to your neck.
your body feels so tired from the exhausting week and you're barely holding onto consciousness. so you give into charles without protest, just and you'd done so many times in the past.
you close your eyes. letting the gentle, familiar movements of charles's hips rock you back to sleep.
#Charles leclerc#CL16#f1#F1 imagines#F1 x reader#Smut#Charles leclerc x reader#Charles leclerc smut#F1 smut#Go back to sleep#Leclerc x reader#Leclerc smut#Charles leclerc imagines#Charles leclerc fanfics#Fan fiction
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I started this account mainly just for me but since I've started gaining followers I thought I should show the tag system! This will be updated as time goes on.
Tags for f/o imagine reblogs (original imagines will be tagged as "f/o imagines")
Yearning (most imagines will be here)
Comfort
Domesticity
Sleep imagines
Morning imagines
Kiss imagines
Chaotic imagines
Dance imagines
Summer imagines
Birthday imagine
Prompts
Villain f/o's
Monster f/o's
Grumpy f/o's
Tags for miscellaneous things (none of them will have stuff from my f/o's source material for now)
Memes
Art
Lovecore
Aesthetic
Gifs
Asks (for lists of f/o asks)
Userbox
Polls
#yearning#comfort#domesticity#sleep imagines#prompts#chaotic imagines#dance imagines#f/o imagines#kiss imagines#morning imagines#summer imagines#birthday imagine#monster f/o's#grumpy f/o's#villain f/o's#lovecore#art#aesthetic#gifs#memes#asks#userbox#polls
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yandere!emo boy x reader 🖤
a/n: first scenario! reader is mentioned to be cutesy and wears pink, while this dude is going through a hormonal rampage. All characters are depicted as seniors! 18+!
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He hated this fucking school. Hated it so fucking much. He hated the other students, the snobby teachers, the shitty teaching. All of it. Everything except for you.
Sweet funny little you. Just sitting next to him playing on your phone. He was sitting in his chair, feet propped against the desk with the teacher not even bothering. She was done with his bullshit too.
Taking a quick glance at you, he still remembered how you stared up at him while you were collecting your purse's things. you bumped into him by accident and the purse fell due to you not really holding it.
He was planning on screaming at you, maybe give a punch in the nose but he froze when he looked at your face. Stared into your eyes. So pretty and innocent.. it was decided. He didn't need to know anything, you were his right then and there. Ignoring how you tried running away as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to sit with him at he lunch table.
that's how you got stuck with your new best friend, Riley sandserson. The schools goth and biggest asshole. Always bitching about something or being an overall insult to nature. Sassily flicking his hair away from his face, sometimes even managing to smack somebody with it.
Most avoided you because if they wanted to talk to you, they had to talk to Riley first. And Riley thrived on it. Getting to have you all to himself was an amazing feeling. Clinging to you like a barnacle onto a ship, kissing your neck sometimes or giving it a little nip. Letting out a loud laugh when you'd swat him away. He wanted to stuff that pretty cunt full of his seed..
But back to present matters, he watched you play your game, smiling a bit with how focused you were. Admiring the new ruffle skirt and pink cardigan you were wearing. Oh god, he loved you alright. "Hey, doll face" you looked up from your phone. Staring into his green eyes.
Fuck he could feel another boner coming on. "Gotcha somethin" he quietly passed a hello kitty doll towards you "saw it 'n thought you might like it" "thanks Riley.. I love it" you smiled and hugged your new friend, he was definitely stealing it back later when he'd break into your house again. He tapped his cheek, you seemed hesitant before placing a kiss on it like he demanded.
'i give you something? Thank me for it by giving me a big kiss.' you took it seriously and you're glad you did, because who knows what would happen if you didn't. Spotting his bloody knuckles as you pulled away, you fretted over him. Going into your bag to whip out some pink bandaids.
"Goddamnit what did I say about getting into fights? You'll get your shit rocked one of these days Riley I swear to god. you should be more.." he let your voice drone on, not even Paying attention as he grinned stupidly. He let you place them on with a blush on his pale acne covered face.
God you really wanted to punch him sometimes, to teach him a lesson. But hey, Atleast he stopped bragging about his latest fight and how he dislocated his opponents shoulder and broke their fingers..
What were you going to do with him?
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#Emo boy#Emo boy x reader#Yandere emo#Yandere male#Yandere male x reader#He may or may not also nut on your pillowcase while you sleep and he just watches#Silly Riley!#Riley Sanderson#Queenie ocs#Ocs#Yandere#tw yandere#male yandere#yandere x darling#yandere boyfriend#Yandere scenario#Yandere imagine
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Jason likes to read after patrol every night.
He has a routine, he’ll strip his gear, kiss your forehead, shower and have a quick bite to eat. Then, he’ll make a steaming cup of valerian tea and get into bed with you, with his current read in hand.
Most nights, Jason reads to himself, quiet and tucked into his side of the bed, careful not to wake you with any sudden movements.
He’ll read until his eyelids feel heavy, until his fingers become weak, unable to carry the weight of the book. Jason reads until his mind no longer registers the words on the yellowing pages of the old paperback.
When exhaustion slowly takes over his body, he��ll delicately place his bookmark into the novel. He’ll put it to the side and then snuggle further into the sheets with you.
Jason will pull your sleeping figure close to his, unable to stay away and his hands will make their way around your body. He’ll gently whisper sweet nothings into your ear, well aware that you cannot hear him. Then, he’ll let his sleep wash over him.
But there are some nights when Jason reads to you.
On nights where you struggle to find sleep, you stay up until he makes his way home from patrol. He’ll do his routine as if he’s on autopilot, almost robotic. Kiss, shower, eat and then into the bed with you and his book.
This time though, he’ll read out loud to you. His voice husky and laced with fatigue, lulling you to sleep. Your head lies against his bare chest and his fingers trace comforting shapes on your skin underneath your shirt.
Once he finds you dozing off, Jason will softly peck your forehead and continue to read to himself, until sleep finds him and takes over his body.
#writing this at 4 am because i can’t sleep boo#gn!reader#jason todd#red hood#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#red hood imagine#jason todd headcanon#red hood headcanon#batfam
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Tw: references to Simon’s past
Simon’s not sure how you convinced him to tag along to come see your best friend’s new baby. But somehow he finds himself seated next to you on the couch as you play with the newborn and offer your friend the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest.
The next thing Simon knows you’re pressing the little bundle into his arms, insisting he simply must have a turn holding the baby boy.
“Make sure to support his head there, and watch his little hands so he doesn’t scratch himself, oh and make sure—”
“I know how to hold a baby, love.”
“Oh because you’ve spent so much time around babies, yeah?” You teased, a smile on your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Yeah…I have.” Simon’s voice was suddenly quiet. You caught him looking down at the child, a sadness in his eyes. True to his word, he seemed at ease holding the babe in the crook of his arm. This clearly wasn’t the first time he’d done this.
A quiet “oh” was all you could manage in response.
Simon couldn’t take his eyes off the little one. He looked impossibly tiny curled up against Simon’s large bicep. The baby let out a fierce yawn, eyes falling closed and snuggling into the crook of Simon’s elbow as Simon gently bounced him in his arms. In that moment, he looked so much like Joseph it nearly took Simon’s breath away.
Simon felt a hand on his upper arm, turning away from the baby to find you looking up at him, face full of unspoken concern.
You recognized the haunted look in Simon’s face that took over every so often. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “Love you, Si. Come back to me.”
Simon took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, mentally shaking off the ghosts of his past.
“I’m here, love.”
#don’t judge me it’s 2:30 in the morning I can’t sleep take this sleep-addled brain ramble#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley imagine#simon “ghost” riley x reader
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2003!Mikey and 2012!Mikey being silly older and little brother chronicles 🐢🤝🐢 Pt Random Silly - Masterpost
#couldnt sleep so here. a silly#just imagine mikan following mikey everywhere around the lair before this lmao#mikey is a great big bro fr#tmnt#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2012#tmnt mikey#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt leo#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raph#tmnt raphael#doodles#my art
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