#'nah they can sit back and relax and I'll take care of things'

[icannotgetoverbirds]

*suddenly stops worrying about everything*

...

what.

*worries about the fact that I'm not worrying about anything*

[beanzwrites]

Late Night

 Dean X Sister! reader X Sam

Description: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.

Warning: Drinking, mentions of blood

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          Dry mud cakes off Dean's boots as he stumbles inside the motel with his siblings. The atmosphere was tense and none of them could even smile to make things better. Sam slouches over himself as he examines the wound in his leg. A hiss comes from his throat as his fingers graze over the tender flesh. 

        (Y/n) gently places her hand on his arm for comfort. "Let me get you a wet rag and a first aid kit," she coos softly. She walks over to the end of the bed to grab a fresh cloth from her duffle bag. She carries on to the bathroom and finds Dean sitting on top of the marble counter. 

        He moves his feet slightly so she can access the sink. As she runs the water over the small towel, she notices a beer bottle in between Dean's thighs. "Don't you think it's too late to be drinking," she asks cooly before ringing out the rag. Dean huffs in response and takes a swig of it. 

        (Y/n) lowers to her knees to reach inside the cabinet. She takes out a decent sized medical box and sets it on the bathroom surface. Taking out a bandage and ointment, she casually lifts her hand to Dean. "I'm not going to pretend that I didn't see your arm bleeding. Give it here."

        "I'm fine, go help Sammy," Dean slurs.

        "Please."

        Eventually, Dean gives in to his sister's soft nature. He rolls up his flannel sleeve to reveal a large cut oozing down his arm. It didn't look deep, but it looked like it hurt like hell.

        "I'm going to have to get another rag- do you know what caused this?" (Y/n) questions. 

        "I ran into a saw blade when we were in the barn," Dean replies.

        "Did you check to see if it was rusty?"

        "It wasn't."

        "Good. No tetanus shot for you today." A ghost of a smile etches on her lips. She places the rag on the wound, making sure to cover the whole infected area. "Clean that up for me, I'm going to get another rag."

        Sam managed to get himself out of his dirty blue jeans and into some boxer shorts. His back presses against the headboard of the bed with his legs relaxed out in front of him. "Sorry Sam, I was just making sure Dean took care of his wound. Are you alright?" (Y/n) asks sweetly. 

        "Yeah. I feel better now that something isn't rubbing against it," Sam sighs out. 

        "Good. I'll be with you in a moment."

        Dean was in the process of trying to wrap the gauze around his arm when (Y/n) made it back to the bathroom. His hands were shaky as he did so and he had to place his feet on the cool tile floor. " Did you put the ointment on?" (Y/n) asks.

        "What do you take me for," Dean replies.

        "Here. Let me help you," (Y/n) instructs as she takes the bandaging. "Hold out your arm." Soon enough, Dean's arm was securely wrapped. "Is that too tight?"

        "Nah, it's fine."

        "Great, now clean yourself up. You smell like cow manure. I'm going to help Sammy."

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        "That burns," Sam cries out, biting his lip harshly. 

        "I'm sorry, but it's the only thing that we have right now- stop that!" (Y/n) barks. Sam quickly lets go of his lip with a scowl. "I'm almost done, just a few more layers." 

        "I don't know how when we just went out for a supply run a few weeks ago- Charlotte's town sound familiar to you?" Sam retorts with a snap. 

        "Does watching out for Vermin teeth sound familiar to you?" They glare harshly at each other before smiles crack through their faces. "I'm just going to move your leg a little bit to wrap it, okay? Try not to tense too much," (Y/n) says with a giggle. 

        Carefully, Sam is allowed to rest his newly swaddled leg. A relieved sigh carries out of Sam's mouth before he glimpses over to his sister. He notices the way her frazzled hair carries across her shoulders messily. A few bruises and scrapes are scattered across her delicate skin. "What you did was very dangerous," He announces after a while. 

        "I know," (Y/n) acknowledges quietly. "If I didn't do what I did though, we might have had to amputate your leg- I don't think you want that."

        "I don't know what we'd do without you," Sam chuckles.

        "We would bleed out," Dean's voice conveys from the bathroom doorway.

        "What happened to your bottle?" (Y/n) queres. 

        "It's too late to drink, especially with a kid around."

        "Yeah, Sam doesn't really need that right now."

        "Are you calling me a child?" Sam interrogates. 

        "Can I call you both children?" (Y/n) says playfully. 

        "I'm not a child," Dean retorts in offense. 

        "I had to help two grown men clean and wrap their wounds because they didn't want to do it themselves," (Y/n) explains with a proud smirk. Both went silent with their argument.

        "Toshee," Dean remarks.

        "You guys want to watch a movie?" (Y/n) asks, changing the subject. "I like to think we have the right to mellow out for a while."

        "I'm down, as long as it isn't thriller. I think we've had enough action for tonight," Sam replies, eyeing his leg. 

        "Agreed."

[kyokutsu-sama]

"Returning to my beloved arms" Yami x f!reader

A/n: Physically and mentally obssessed with this man🤭😫

And especially obssessed with writing fluff things for him❤️

Tw: Nudity mention, dirty talk and slightly suggestive but no smut scenes

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You were sitting at the counter drinking the large mug of beer in your hand and enjoying the silence in the living room. Everyone was already asleep but you were still there, waiting for Yami who would probably be returning from the mission he had been called on a few days ago.

You heard the front door being kicked and you jumped slightly from the bench at the sudden loud noise. You looked back and saw Yami arriving at the HQ, taking a drag on his cigarette, his black hair falling over his face with some blood dripping from his forehead and small wounds on his body. Just like his clothes were dirty and torn. You weren't very surprised to see him in that condition because it wasn't the first time he arrived like that and he didn't show signs of caring about himself either.

He approached you slowly and you looked him up and down, he took a drag and blew the smoke to the side, taking the beer mug from your hand.

"Thank you!" He winked at you before drinking it, you shook your head, looking at him

He drank it in one go and filled it up again, drinking the beer as if it were water. Something he used to do...

"You look thirsty," You said, seeing how he was drinking. "Be careful not to get drunk, drinking like that."

"Drunk with just two of them? Babe, you don't know me." He chuckled

"Yeah, sure, a big guy like you wouldn't be defeated with just that." You smiled at him. "The mission was long, I see." You passed your hand over his forehead, wiping off the blood and washing your hand afterwards

"Nothing I couldn't solve."

"If you walked out of there like that, I don't think others were any better off."

"My girl are the one who deserves credit for defeating them all."

"Your girl?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "What the hell are you saying?" You approached him, he saw a certain jealousy in your eyes and smiled

"I was just talking about my sword, there's no need to be jealous." He winked at you, with a teasing expression

"Oh! Your sword, I see..." You looked away

"Did you think it was someone else? Nah, only you, pretty face." He poked your nose and gave a smirk

"I hope so, otherwise, I'll take your girl from the sheath and cut your boy off..." You smiled after the threat and he felt a chill

"Jeeez! Retract your claws, kitten, your man is shaking here."Yami laughed and drank some more

"Then, be careful."

"Don't be like that with me, baby, I just got back from a mission and look, I missed hugging you so much." He put the mug aside and hugged you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing your neck

"Damn Yami! You smell like sweat and blood." You said, letting go of his hug, walking away from him and he narrowed his eyes in your direction

"Y/n, your man is heartbroken here because of this coldness." He said and you smiled at him because of what he had just said

"Come on, don't be sad, my big boy," You stretched out your arm to caress his black hair. "Go bath to see if you can fix your heart." You winked at him and he smiled hugging you tightly."Yami! My ribs..." You said, almost breathlessly

"Let's see if the hot bath water can fix my heart then..." He kissed the top of your head and gave you a loud smack on your ass which made you slap his arm in response, massaging the sore skin where he had left a future mark

"You brute!" You said and he laughed heading towards the bathroom

The captain sat in the bathtub with hot water, letting the heat relax the tension in his muscles, which were still sore. He closed his eyes and took a long sigh, the captain was so relaxed that he swore to kill anyone who bothered him at that moment.

What he didn't expect was for you to enter the bathroom right after he swore that.

"Am I disturbing something?" You asked, approaching him and sitting on the edge of the bathtub, seeing his eyes opening and looking into yours

"I had just sworn I would kill anyone who bothered me now..." He grumbled

"Well, in that case I'm going to get out of here. I don't want to die." You giggled, getting up but he held your arm, stopping you

"Sit down...I didn't send you away."He ordered

"If you say so, then I'll stay." You sat back down where you were

You saw a trickle of blood running down his face again on the side where he had the wound and decided to take it. You lifted his hair on that side and ran your other hand through the water to remove the dirt and clean the blood on his face, he closed his eyes as he let you take care of him. You were the only person he let take care of him like that. He couldn't deny that he loved it when your hands stroked his hair or his cheeks.

"I would like to know where you have been and who you fought with to end up causing these wounds." You said, washing the wounds on his body

"Just another day at work..."He replied

"I see so..." You rinsed the marks whose blood had already stopped

"And you? You look like you had a rough day too," He said, running his fingers over a scratch you had on your arm and you looked at where his fingers were. "Who was the bastard that did this to you?"

"Don't worry, it was just another day at work too." You smiled, giving him the same answer and he looked from the wound to you with a slight look of someone who didn't like what he saw

"I'm going to break the neck of the idiot who did this."He threatened

"That won't be necessary, I've already do that." You winked and he changed his expression to a smile

"You did good, girl."

"I learned it from my captain. He's can be a tough and musclehead guy sometimes...but I don't remember him telling me to run away from the battlefield."

"Exactly..." He agreed, listening to your words and deciding to add a joke in the middle of the conversation, as always. "Unless you have to take a big shit." He laughed and you splashed water on your face from him

"Disgusting!"

"What's the problem, honey? Don't you do that too?" He teased

"Yami, either you change the subject or I leave." You threatened but he held your hands and pulled you into the bathtub with him, wetting all the clothes you were wearing. He laughed and you narrowed your eyes at him."Yami, I'm going to kill you for this!"You threatened him again

"I'm just kidding! Don't need pout at me."

"I'm not pouting at you!"

"Yes, you are, look at you!" He poked your nose and you hit his hand. "I don't know if you had already taken a shower before but now you're taking another one with me. You don't want to leave your captain here alone, do you?" He placed his hands on your waist and gave a tender smile and you ran your hands over his face, smiling back

"Did my captain pull me into the bath because he didn't want to be alone or did he do it just to see me take off my clothes later?" You asked, teasing him and he chuckled

"Well, I hadn't thought about it but now that you said it, I think I'll drag you into the bathtub with me more often." He pondered and you slapped his chest

"I'll make sure to hide myself before you take a shower."

"It won't work, have you forgotten that I can feel Ki?" He raised an eyebrow

"Man, I hate you..." You said, with a giggle and he pulled you into a short kiss

"No, you don't. I can read your eyes and they tell me this, just as your body is saying it too," He said, running his hands over your body and looking into your eyes

"Don't tell me you're using your ki ability to read it?"

"No, you're the one showing your feelings. It's your problem, dear." He teased and you looked away, blushing a little.

"Fine, I admit it. I love you." You confessed, looking at him

"My little heart is melting with your words."He smiled

"I wonder how a big guy like you can carry such a fragile heart like yours, at least is what you say..."

"Well, my big and strong body works like an armor to protect this little one from cold attacks and storms of anger, sent by idiot Y/n but sometimes, my chest it's not strong enough and they end up destroying my heart." He joked and you laughed." But she also sends me days of light and a pleasant warmth that warms my precious heart." He passed a hand around your neck, with his thumb caressing your cheek and looking into your eyes once again. "She's crazy and dangerous, but it's mine."

"Wow! That was beautiful, I think now you've melted my heart too." You said and he laughed

"Now you know how I feel."

You stayed there for a moment laughing at each other's jokes and making the most of that time together, since recent missions were stealing a lot of time like that.

"Well, the water is getting cold, I think I better go dry myself and change my clothes too, since a certain big guy pulled me into the bathtub with him..." You joked

"I already explained myself about that." He sighed

"And I know what you intended by that." You moved away from the crook of his neck and gave him a peck, which made him look seriously at you. "What?"You frowned

"That wasn't a kiss."

"Oh, really?! So what was it then?"

"You do better than that." He crossed his arms as if he was sulking at you for that

"Awww, don't make that pout at me, you're already big enough to make that crying face." You teased, poking his cheek. "I'll do better then..." You leaned forward, kissing him just like the way he liked

His hands returned to your waist as you kissed him, he seemed much more sated now that you had done so.

"Better?" You said, moving away from his lips

"Babe... That kiss made the things a little hard down here, you know?" He smirked, pointing down and you felt a blush burn your cheeks when you realized what he meant

"You asked, it's your problem." You whispered and got out of the bathtub

He shook his head and walked out right after you.

"Aren't you even going to give me the pleasure of seeing you change your clothes?" He asked, making you stop on your way to the bathroom door and look back at the tall, well-builed figure in front of you, from top to bottom

"Nah, you've seen that countless times. I don't want you to get sick of it."

"Sick of seeing you naked? Never." He teased and you rolled your eyes before leaving and he chuckled

He came out of the bathroom shortly after and saw you lying on the bed, facing away from him and he went to lie down next to you, hugging you from behind and kissing your nape, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"Good night, idiot." He whispered

"It's a princess for you." You said, lightly elbowing him in the chest and he smiled

"Well, good night then...idiot princess"He joked and you turned to face him

"Yami Sukehiro, another joke like that and I'll put you to sleep on the couch, go it?"

"Fine, I'm going to shut up now and sleep." He kissed your forehead, pressing you against his chest and getting ready to sleep. "Good night, princess."

"That sounds better." You smiled

[melanieph321]

Hi, could you do a Ruben Dias x reader x Josko Gvardiol👀

OMG OMG OMG! 🙈🙈

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 2)

Ruben Dias/Joško Gvardiol x Reader - Tussle Of Three

18+

Must be nice. Is all I can say. 😝

Enjoy! 💞

They weren't fighting over you. Why would they? When you wanted them both.....at the sametime.

Ruben wasn't shy about a threesome. However, he did feel some type of way about sharing you with someone else. Someone who wanted you as much as him.

Badlier even.

"Come here Y/N, sit on my lap."

"She's not going anywhere."

Joško rolled his eyes at Ruben's paranoia. Although his teammate agreed to experiment, Ruben was far from getting a participation medal afterwards, that was forsure. "Relax mate. I just want her to be comfortable, and she will be....on my lap."

Ruben's hand tightened around your arm and that's when you knew to interfere. "Guys. Come on." The dimmed hotel room was already steamy enough. "Why fight when we can fuck?"

Both men grinned.

After a couple of persuasive kisses Ruben let you walk over to the bed, to Joško, who greated you with rough hands that tugged off the straps of your dress, sliding the fabric down your naked shoulders.

As stubborn as he was, Ruben sat back and watched another man play with his wife. He sat back in the leather chair placed in the corner of the baroque suite. He sat back with a hand in his pants, stroking himself slowly as he saw your body unravel in the darkness.

"God." You moaned, to the sensation of Joško's hand moving between your thighs.

"Nah, leave him out of this." He chuckled against your skin. His free hand was brought to your back, steading you before traveling downwards to slap the swollen flesh of your ass, leaving a stinging mark.

"Careful." Ruben hissed, ushering a warning in a steady voice. He had stopped stroking himself, eyes narrowed at the bed.

"What can I say?" Joško teased with a smile. "I couldn't help myself. Sorry"

"It's okay baby, I liked it." You assured, watching Ruben over your shoulder. He grunted in response, a signal for the two of you to continue. You did so in a matter of foreplay. What Joško did to your body was only a fraction of what your husband's darkest fantasies intended. Joško was actually sweet compared to Ruben. Although he made his teammate watch on as he tortured you by burying his fingers deep inside of your pussy while his mouth latched onto the crest of your breasts, taking his time with your stiff nipples in his wet mouth.

You squirmed above him, struggling to keep still. The pleasure was building up to something intense, something dangerously on the verge of rupturing. But just as you wanted to explode, Ruben tapped in with a heavy hand on your shoulder. "I'll take it from here."

You came down from the high with an unsatisfied whimper as Josko stepped aside. No questions asked. He knew better than to get in the way of Ruben and his desire for you.

Wait!" You protested.

This was meant to be a threesome. Something for the three of you to enjoy. What was the point of having all three of you in the same room if one person was constantly forced to stand back and watch?

"Babe, is this not okay for you?" Ruben looked to you in concern.

"No."

He immediately backed off.

"Wait, no. I mean yes. Yes, this is okay for me. However..." You reached for your husband's hand and did the same thing with Joško's. "I want all three of us to enjoy this. Please, it's what we came here for."

The two men regarded each other skeptically, a stand off between two lovers. But then Ruben initiated a peace offering by leaning forward and pressing a feather-like kiss to your neck. He then moved you to stand to the side of him while he did the same thing to Joško, his lips lingering a bit longer against his teammates pale skin. The men shared a knowing glanced and went onto offer you a seat on the bed.

"After you." Joško nodded at Ruben, who gladly got rid of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed. Joško did the same, stripping himself naked to let his erect cock and clenching muscles reveal his egerness for a tussle of three.

Your heart fluttered having two men sandwich you on a dream bed, their erect penises grinding against you like thick lodges. For a second, while drowning in the caressing of your body, a sudden fear struck you. An irrational fear that these two men wider in size and height, could do as they pleased with you. In any way they wished to. For as long as they wished to and as hard as they wished to.

But this was Ruben you were fearing. Your loving husband who, despite the unethical situation, whispered sweet nothings in your ear as if you were alone, making love in your bed at home. Even Joško, with his barbaric appearance, never forced you into uncomfortable positions without reminding you of your safeword of the night. And his lips upon your body, his tounge sometimes inside of it, never drove you over an edge you weren't prepared to leap from.

Together, the two men made you the center of attention. Taking turns to please you in ways you never thought possible. They left you tender and warm skinned. Heat generating from places one would never expect to generate as much moisture as it did. And when it all eventually came to a finish, sunlight had begun creeping into the room.

By that time you had transformed into one. One thrusting body. Ruben and Joško, taking you from the front and behind as you cried out the final rises of pleasure. The fifteenth time that night.

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Okay, okay how about Rosaria's s/o helping her sneak off from choir practice?

(Genshin Impact) Rosaria's S/O helping her skip choir practice

I'd help Rosaria commit murder, ngl

Before S/O, Rosaria tried all kinds of excuses to avoid choir practice. Being sick, helping someone, oversleeping, name it, and she has probably used it.

But the other sisters have gotten wise to her lies, forcing her to attend.

Now? Things were different. She was in a relationship.

Rosaria would never abuse S/O or take advantage of their kindness.

BUUUUUT THAT BEING SAID-

(Rosaria) "Ah, I can't attend tomorrow. S/O is bedridden and I need to take care of them."

The other sisters nod and wish for S/O's recovery, as she walks back home.

They were sitting upright in their bed with a slight cough, but was terribly confused on why they were still there.

(S/O) "Can I at least go and get groceries? It's not even that bad-"

(Rosaria) "Nope. You're my excuse for getting to skip today's choir practice. You leave and I'll have an earful to listen to."

(S/O) "You were waiting for this moment, weren't you?"

Rosaria simply responds with a smirk and a shrug.

S/O rolls their eyes but chuckles.

(S/O) "Want me to make brunch?"

(Rosaria) "Nah. Not yet, anyway."

Rosaria lays on the bed next to S/O, her arms going underneath her pillow as she relaxed.

(Rosaria) "Wake me up before you make lunch, we'll make it together."

S/O lays down next to her, making sure to give Rosaria plenty of space to herself.

She didn't mind cuddling, but sometimes she needed her personal space.

And right now, she definitely wanted to sleep in, free of any boring recital.

(Rosaria) "...Thanks for going along with this, by the way. I appreciate it."

(S/O) "Well, I think it's time I do something for you, y'know!"

(Rosaria) "Hmph. You already do more than enough for me."

Rosaria's hand gently pinches their cheek, making them recoil in surprise.

(S/O) "Ack! Funny way of showing that appreciation."

Rosaria's eyes close as her smirk grows into a small smile, one hand on her stomach and the other right beneath her pillow.

(Rosaria) "You signed up for this kinda stuff."

(S/O) "Guess I did."

They enjoyed a comfortable silence, both of them laying on the bed and not needing to make any small talk.

...Until S/O brought up something.

(S/O) "So, what happens when you can't use me as a crutch to skip out on choir?"

(Rosaria) "Not gonna think about that nightmare right now."

Both of them chuckle and go back to their quiet relaxation.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Pure Comedy

A/N: I think its about time I wrote this one.

Warnings: nuance. If thinking triggers you, skip this one.

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Matty lit the extra joint that he had left for her, taking a first drag, like a quality assessor, before passing it over to her.

"Do you ever wish that I wasn't so...infamous?" he asked sinking back into the couch, resting his head on her shoulder, with his own joint in hand.

She glanced at him briefly, smiling, "Nah. I love having a rockstar boyfriend."

"I know you do." he giggled. "I said 'infamous,' though. Like....known for being a- 'walking intrusive thought.'" a faint smile flashed, fleetingly, across his face.

She hummed, thoughtfully, considering his question. Matty brought the blunt over to his lips.

"No, you know what? I really don't." she shook her head, the motion prompting him to move his head off her shoulder and sit back.

"that's good."

She turned to look into his eyes, "I know you. Knew what I was in for when I went out with you. The information was disclosed in the girlfriend contract."

He chuckled. "Was it?"

"In big bold letters 'WILL GET CANCELED. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.'"

"Hmm." He hummed in satisfaction, his foggy eyes zoning out as hr looked in front of him.

A moment of comfortable silence pass them by before Matty spoke again. "Good...that's good." he affirmed, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. "Would hate for you to be affected by it, or like, have people in your life give you shit or something." he kissed the top of her head as his arms squeezed her tight.

"Oh, that doesn't really happen anymore."

"It doesn't happen anymore?!! as in...it's happened in the past?"

she exhaled a puff, "mhm, a while ago, though."

Matty pulled himself away from her, looking aghast, "When?! Why have you never told me?"

"It's- yooo don't just un-hug me like that" she whined, grabbing him by his t shirt to pull him back in. "It's not that important. I can't remember when– maybe after a podcast, or a twitter thing, or something..."

"That's not very specific."

she laughed, accidentally inhaling the smoke and going into a coughing fit. "Does it - uhmm- really matter when it happened? it was like....a few months after we got together. a couple people I knew from college." She cleared her throat, watching as Matty got off the couch and walked across the living room to bring her her water bottle."

"thanks," she took a big gulp. 'Anyway, yeah, I wasn't, like, close with these people or anything. They sent me an article that the Sun had written about you -- i mean, if they're stupid enough to take that bullshit disgrace to journalism seriously then I don't really want them as my friends anyway-- and asked how I associate with you, and I told them where to shove it."

Matty held back a smile, "And...that didn't bother you? or cause you doubt?"

"Cause me doubt? no, not really. Bother me? maybe a bit, but, like, who cares what they think, you know?"

His tense shoulders relaxing as he sat with her words for a moment, Matty sighed loudly. "And your, like, real friends? never said anything to you?"

She smiled, "they have."

"What?! Why hav-"

"You wanna see the texts? I'll show you..." She pulled the phone out of her pocket, scrolling through a group chat exchange for a long minute, "Ah, here it is!"

"This one says, Matty getting banned from Dubai, with a bunch of like emojis and stuff. Is he alright? have you spoken to him?, and I told them that, yeah, I'd called you and you're alright and that you'd already been in Japan by that point."

Matty nodded, recalling the incident.

"So, Francis was like Oh, good! So I can fangirl without feeling bad about it cuz WHAT A FUCKIN BALLSY MOVE!!! And blasting the pride flag?? respecttttt. Ellie replies with Wait, when did that happen? I'm about to get off work. Have I missed something? I explained it to her and she said 'bout to blast 'Loving Someone' with the windows down omw homeeee. with a bunch of hearts and pride flags and stuff."

She handed Matty her phone to look at for himself. Smiling, he nodded and gave it back.

"You've been googling your name again, haven't you?"

"to be fair, when am I not googling myself?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "it's a toxic habit. you really gotta quit it, you know?"

"hmm."

She could tell, from the look in his eyes, that his mind was elsewhere, and she knew why.

"The way I see it is, like, the people who try an cancel you once evry fortnight fall into one of two categories: first, the people whose identity is so intertwined with performative call-out culture that your disruption threatens their sense of who they are; and, second, the people who are like 'oh its repetitive, its immature, i wish he'd just stop and be himself this is bad for him."

"Right."

"the first group...well, its not really even about you. It's just that their thinking is 'either you're down with woke culture and you must examine and call out every little thing, or you're a vile, selfish person who needs to be treated like the villain that you are.' You, my love, don't fit into either one of those options. But there is no room for that in their black and white thinking....like, it scares them to think that....they have to abandon their fundamental beliefs about what it means to be a progressive, or like, an advocate for change. And if they can't think of themselves as that, then that means that they don't know what to think or believe anymore."

Matty had been listening, impatiently, waiting to interject. "and you've never wondered if maybe they're right? that you're just blinded by my life changing dick and angelic voice?"

She laughed, hitting his chest playfully. "sure, I have. before I agreed to commit to you. And, look, i'm not unsympathetic to these people. it's scary, the state of the world that we live in. we all wanna be part of the solution. you're suggesting that maybe this solution isn't really effective, and that persisting with it is a waste of time. You're existing in this third alternative where you say 'there are better ways maybe. have we tried something new?' and thats uncomfortable. like, they do genuinely believe in their way of things. of course they're gonna be upset when someone shakes things up."

"That....is true." Matty shifted in his seat, crossing his legs.

"The second group- well, I guess I get where they're coming from even if I don't think the same way. When they tell you to shut up and sing, or when they wish you would 'just be yourself,' they're not actually asking for authenticity. They're asking for mindlessness. They don't want to have to think. To doubt or double-check or dig deeper into what they see you doing and saying. They just want total entertainment forever. Straight from the court jester to that sweet, sweet dopamine center in the brain."

Matty hummed in agreement. "I get that way sometimes. Its why I watch-"

"Porn?" She grinned at him, slyly.

"I was going with 'trash tv' but...sure, porn too. It's escapism, it's turning off your brain....relaxing."

"Right, and there's nothing wrong with that. But that's not who you are, Matty. You don't make escapism. You couldn't even if you wanted to. It's not in your nature. Fuck, if it were, you wouldn't get into these bi-weekly cancelation cycles. I think you'd be miserable if you tried to shut the fuck up."

"I know, I know. And I don't usually bother- I just-" "You're human. you make mistakes. That's authenticity. not...easy jokes and purity."

"Purity?" Matty's eyebrow quirked.

"Mhm. Purity is for suckers. Art doesn't exist without ambiguity."

" expensive price to pay as an artist."

"yeah, but like you are an artist. You're incapable of being happy doing anything else."

Matty's chest welled up, tears in the corners of his eyes. It was beautiful, being known so intimately by her.

"God, I'm pretentious." He quipped,

"Your heart is in it. That's what matters. Makes it not pretentious."

"Right, yeah. If only we weren't literally getting high and having this deep conversation right now."

,

[spectrechosts]

Date Night - Chapter 4

Awww, big bad vampire caught feelings.

Full Series

Alice flicked through channels on the TV, bored.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Senna asked, not taking her eyes from her book.

She sighed. "You wish Willow was here?"

"I wish Willow was here. Is that bad?"

"Nah, I do too." Alice grumbled. "And not even-"

"-Not horny or hungry, yeah. I just want her around." Senna finished for her, flipping a page.

"Fuck." Alice cursed. "Are we bored with each other?"

"Not bored. We're just… old."

"Fucking hell, she makes me feel young again." She said, burying her face in her hands.

"I know."

"We caught feelings for a human."

"I know."

"What do we do?"

"Nothing."

"What?! Fuck that!" Alice spat.

"What do you want to do, Alice? Turn her?"

"…No, I like biting her too much."

Senna closed her book. "We're not dating a human, Alice. It's not safe or fair for her."

"We're already drinking her blood and fucking her!" Alice complained.

"And that's bad enough. We don't need to break her heart too."

"I'm not gonna break her heart!"

"Oh, not anytime soon you aren't."

"You're a pessimist. I'm gonna go visit her."

"What's your best case scenario here? I want you to know that in 70 years when you're sad that your mortal was mortal I'm going to say I told you so."

"Ugggh. Okay, hear me out-" Alice said, spinning her keys on her finger.

"No."

"We give her just a little of our blood, make her a ghoul-"

"The ethics on that are abysmal, Alice!" Senna groaned. "Eternal life for as long as she stays with us!?"

"I would keep giving her blood if she dumped us! I'm not a monster!"

"We are literally monsters!"

"You get so hung up on that! It'll be fine, I'll tell her we like her and we can discuss the long-term plans another time if she even feels the same way."

"We're going to regret this."

"No we aren't!" Alice said, stepping out the door. "Love you!"

"Love you too." Said Senna, shaking her head and returning to her book.

~

"Oh! Mistress Alice!" Willow squeaked as Alice entered her apartment, scrambling to make herself and her coffee table more presentable.

"Just Alice is fine today, pet." She said, crossing the room and sitting on the couch.

Willow kept de-cluttering the table. "Are you hungry? I should be fine, it's been-"

"Nope. Just wanted to visit, pet. Go back to what you were doing."

"Sure, just let me-"

"Now, pet. I don't care if your apartment isn't clean."

Willow scooted into her arms, and Alice cursed herself for slipping back into her role as domme. She came here to talk to Willow as an equal, not order her around. But that was difficult, it was so much easier to swagger around and take charge.

So she just sat there, and held her, and watched her play some cutesy game about catching fish for animal people. She didn't really get it, but Willow was having fun and if her heart could beat it would pound out of her chest just sitting there with her.

She hadn't felt this way in centuries, not since she first got together with Senna. She didn't remember how to act.

"Is something wrong?" Willow asked, tilting her head back to look up at her. "You're quiet."

"Nothing." Alice lied.

"No, something is. You're stiff, you usually lounge around like a smug cat."

"I'm relaxed."

"No you aren't. What's bothering you?" Willow said, her eyes now full of worry.

That wouldn't do. She would have to just try her best with what she was good at.

"Fine. I'm troubled, pet. I have a beautiful girl in my arms and I don't know what to do with her."

Willow huffed. "I'm serious!" She whined.

"So am I." Alice said, letting her voice drop to a sensual purr. "You make me feel things I haven't felt in so many years, Willow."

"Oh!" Willow said, flushed, before furrowing her brow. "But- But you and Senna-"

"Oh, Senna feels the same, but she thinks she can't say it. She thinks she doesn't deserve you." Alice murmured into her ear. "But I don't give a shit about what I deserve, Willow. Only what I want."

"A-Alice-"

"You make my dead heart beat again, Willow. I need to make you mine."

"I- Yes, of course yes." Willow breathed, and Alice could have sworn she actually did feel her heart start again, if only so that it could skip a beat. "Should- Should we go tell Senna?"

"Mmm, later. Right now I need to make sure that this is a night you'll remember for a very, very long time."

[arvensimp]

YFSK Preview, pt. 4.1

I know i've been super duper quiet, but I promise there's a good reason. Please forgive me and accept this teaser for part 4.

“Hey! I dunno if you’ve been keeping track on your end, but Kiki is gonna be graduating from Blueberry, and I know it would mean the absolute world to him if you were able to attend the ceremony.” Carmine called, nearly out of the blue one day to inform you. Her brother had apparently been a part of a trial class that not only earned a high school diploma but also continued on for a few more years as part of a pilot Bachelor’s degree program in pokemon battling. From what you understood, it was basically like a feeder system to train new gym leaders and Elite Four hopefuls.

You look down at your ballooning tummy,

"Congratulations to him! When is it exactly though…?"

You wince and resist the urge to suck your teeth when Carmine gives you the date.

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry, I've got something at that time."

"For real? You can't just ask for time away from your league for even a weekend? This would REALLY mean the world to Kiki..."

"I'm sorry, but…I won't actually be allowed to fly by that point."

"Allowed? What kinda terrorism have you gotten into?"

You snort a laugh. "Pssh, nah. It's... It's medical actually. Here. Lemme, uh..." Without hanging up, you send over the most recent ultrasound photos. Your baby still kinda looks like a Munna in there, but she should get the point. Or, at least you assume she does when you hear the sound of crashing and fumbling on her end.

"You're having a BABY?????"

"Uh...haha, yeah. The due date is, like, a week after Kieran's graduation, so... I, y'know, can't fly. I'm really sorry. I'll be sure to send a gift though!"

"A BABY?"

"Yup. I can hardly believe it myself, most days."

"I didn't even know you were seeing anyone! Who is this guy? Why didn't you let your incredible Unovan friends suss him out for you?"

Another wince. "...About that. Yeah... He's not...um. In the picture."

"What? How? Why? Whomst would even dare? Do I need to kick some ass?"

"It's...." You still haven’t gotten used to talking about the subject. "It's a lot. Don't. ...Don't worry! Really! I have tons of support! It's fine. For real."

Carmine absolutely isn't buying it. "Mm. Fine. I guess I get why you can't make it to the graduation. Could we come visit afterwards though? Like I get you probably wouldn't want us there immediately after he graduates. But...maybe like a few months later? Give the thing a chance to develop an immune system?"

"I can't promise I'll be a great host, but... Well, it would be nice."

"Don't worry yourself none! I've changed diapers and stuff before if you end up needing a nap while we're around!"

-

So around the time Basil is 3 months old, the Kitakami pair head to Paldea.

Of course, Basil is having a rough time of it, screaming his little lungs out as they're knocking on the door, so you can only hope that you don’t look as frazzled as you feel when you welcome them in.

"Hey! Hello! Please, come in, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You give the pair a hug at the same time, barely able to register them beyond the fog of ‘TAKE CARE OF BASIL, TAKE CARE OF CRYING PROGENY, TAKE CARE OF BABY’ that alarms through your brain. “I'm really sorry, but I just need to feed Basil real fast. That should hopefully get him sleeping and happy again."

You usher them in and invite them to sit on the sofa, the TV is theirs, and you hide away in the bedroom to nurse. A few minutes later, Carmine gently knocks on the door and asks if she can be of any help. You joke through the wood that the dishes need doing when she presses past the feeble ‘it’s fine!’ that you offer.

"Kiki! Take care of the dishes, yeah?"

"On it!" You hear, softer.

"Okay, what else?" She continues.

"No! Just. Just relax, please."

"Nah, I'm gonna tidy up. Kay? You just keep feeding the chonklet there, and we can catch up when you're done."

You come back out to the room, and it's not Clean, but it's definitely more put together. You also hear the hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen.

"You guys...." You start tearing up, and both siblings immediately swoop in to hold you. Carmine strokes your hair, shushing you. Now that you’ve got your child content, you have a moment to comprehend your guests.

Kieran is. Bigger.

"I... I promise I'm not this pathetic! I can handle this. Plus, I... I have folks here who can help... It's just hard..." You snivel, sounding way more pathetic than you mean to sound.

"It's okay that it's hard..." Kieran finally pipes up and his voice is definitely deeper since you last heard him. Not a bass or something, but there's been a change there. "This is more or less the hardest thing in the world, right? And we all know you're the strongest person there is, so...ya know. It's okay. You...you can do this. And you can feel overwhelmed."

-

They end up staying for about a week or so, and on the night before they're due to fly back, Kieran pulls you aside while Carmine is grabbing takeaway for dinner. He's fidgeting with his hair a bit, tapping his foot, but he's doing his best to meet your eye.

"I'm staying." He declares.

"What? Like you're gonna look for a job here?"

"Yeah! I know I'm not as strong as you, but I'm certain I could get a job in your league or...or maybe even at your alma mater, maybe. I... I'd need to do a teaching cert in Paldea for that, probably, but..."

"Wow! So you liked it that much here? That's great, Kieran. I can help you learn the language if you want. I can also see if Nemona has any real estate connections. We'll try to find you a place when you're ready to get back, and hopefully by then you'll have a job, and you can get started wi--"

"No! I mean... I'm. I'm not going back to Kitakami." One of his hands grabs yours and the other rests gently on Basil, sleeping soundly in your arms. "He needs...a...a father figure, y'know? I..." Kieran swallows thickly. "I can do that. I'm... I'm a man now."

"Kieran..." You shift slightly, freeing a hand from your bundle while keeping him balanced in your arms. You trace a palm along the older boy--no, man's cheek, your callouses having grown softer in recent months. You can feel where he's begun to grow consistent stubble. Wow... He really did grow up.

"I... I'm not going to keep you from reaching your fullest potential out there. You're welcome, more than welcome, to come visit any time, but... You're not thinking clearly about this. About what you think you're signing up for."

"I AM though!" He raises his voice, showing some hints of the anger he holds onto. "I'm READY for this! God, why can't anyone TRUST me?!"

All the yelling wakes up Basil, who cries, startled. Kieran quickly scoops him up and out of your arms, attempting to soothe the baby.

"Aw, geez... I'm sorry, little guy... I didn't mean to make you upset... Shh, shh... It'll be okay..."

The momentary flare of anger you felt at having your son torn from your grip is placated as you watch Kieran hold him so tenderly. Your heart melts... You lose all affection you may have secretly held onto in your heart for Arven, that loser.

Kieran is here. Kieran is capable. Kieran... Kieran can do this.

"Okay..." You softly tell him once Basil has calmed, the single word hanging in the quiet between you for a moment.

"...Okay?" He parrots.

"You... You can stay. You... You'll be his father."

Then y'all DO IT.

THE END

april fools :)

[ender-goo]

May I request some Stryker x Kabal fluff? Please?

Anon i haven't written a single thing for months now so this is probably hot garbage but- here you go, hope you like it (and im really hoping here).

***

"Oh crap, you're burning!" Kabal shouted after taking Stryker's temperature, he was feeling a little sick before going to bed last night, and when he woke up he found himself with a fever, probably gotten from work.

"Relax, love, is not that bad-" Stryker wasn't at all worried about it, it was nothing he couldn't handle, he's had a billion fevers before, especially as a child.

But Kabal was worried, he was even considering taking Stryker to the hospital, just in case it was something worse, but at the same time he wasn't risking a billion dollar bill.

Stryker did like this kind of attention though, he thought it was adorable for Kabal to worry about him, he just didn't want him to worry too much.

"Well, i'm getting myself some food-" Stryker tried to stand up from the bed, but Kabal immediatly stopped him, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to sit in bed again.

"Don't even think about it, Kurt! Damnit, let me take care of you!" Kabal argued, kind of annoyed, "I'll get you the food myself."

"You'll have to-" Stryker made a pause to cough, " You'll have to stop me, cinnamon, cuz this damn fever won't."

An idea hit Kabal, liked it or not, he will take care of Stryker, even if he puts resistance.

"Lie down." Kabal ordered.

"Nah." Stryker replied with a snarky smile on his lips. Kabal then pushed Stryker down to the matress and pinned him there, as his free hand reached to the end of the blanket.

"What are you dooiiiiing?" Stryker asked, half jokingly half confused, Kabal then started rolling him into the blanket and that's when Stryker understood what was going on.

"There's no way-"

"Gotta keep you to stay still one way or another."

Stryker put up no resistance, however, he found it amusing the lenghts Kabal would go to keep him from harm... As small as it may be.

After like a minute or so, Kabal was done.

"There we go." Kabal panted, he didn't remember Stryker being so heavy, "I turned you into a burrito."

"Burrito Stryker, heh." Stryker giggled at the sheer stupidity of the situation, Kabal's dedication was admirable, though.

"Now you'll stay there and let me take care of you." Kabal walked towards the door, leaving to the kitchen

"I just don't want you to worry too much, you know?" Stryker lifted his head to see where Kabal was, "I know how you can get sometimes."

Kabal sighed "I know... I know, i'm just-

"Afraid to lose me?" Stryker finished Kabal's sentence for him, they've had this conversation before in the past, Stryker's already memorized it.

Kabal went back to bed and sat next to Stryker, caressing his hair. "Tired of hearing that already, eh?"

"You'll never lose me, cinnamon, besides, is just a fever, give it a few days and i'll be good as new."

"You're right, you're right." Kabal agreed "Sorry-"

"You big dummy... I'd hug you if i could, but-"

"I can fix that." Kabal then lied in bed and cuddled Stryker, still wrapped in the burrito, "There we go."

"...But you may get sick too."

"Don't care"

That got a laugh out of Stryker, his husband sure worried a little too much, but that just made him love him more, it was nice to have someone that cares.

"You still want something to eat?" Kabal asked

"Nah, stay here, i like the extra warmth"

So Kabal stayed and cuddled him, Stryker kinda wished he could cuddle back but whoops, giant burrito wrap, but he didn't mind, as long as Kabal was there, it was enough.

[seradae]

Patch Tuesday [TF/agender] [robotics] [hacking] [sex mention but no sex]

Jess walked into the living room to see her partner sitting on the couch, twitching violently. "You doing okay, sweet?"

"Not... really. I keep having these glitches. My actuators are over-responding and I can't figure out any way to change it in my settings." It twitched again and sighed. "But I'll be okay. Don't worry, love."

She sat down and put her arm around Q. "I'm so sorry; have you checked with Phantom Robotics? They might have a fix or workaround."

"They said they don't have anyone who can fix it up here. I'd have to go down to Earth and wouldn't see you for weeks," it pouted. "Assuming they can even fix it."

She trailed her fingers over its back gently. "I could take a look, you know," she said, thinking through the process. "I'd have to disassemble you, but I bet I could fix it."

It blushed, looking down at the floor. "You'd violate my warranty, love. You wouldn't be able to return me or get me fixed if something else breaks."

She grabbed its chin and softly turned it to face her. "What part of you thinks that I would ever in a million years return you, sweet? I love you so much and you're mine for as long as you'll allow it. And if I can't fix something, no one can!"

Q leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you too. Thank you for doing this for me; it's been killing me."

They went into Jess' office and she cleared a desk for it to lay atop. "You sure you want to do this? There's a chance -- however slim -- that I might make things worse," Jess asked, gripping its hand.

"I trust you, my love. Will you leave me on, at least as much as you can? I love watching you work."

She leaned down and kissed it tenderly. "For you? Anything. I love you, sweet."

"I love you too, so much. While you're in there, think you could give me a jetpack or tentacles?" It grinned, relaxing onto the desk.

"I'll see what I can do," she chuckled. She kissed its left hand and began unscrewing it, removing it and placing it to the side. She repeated the same process for its other limbs, treating them with the utmost care. "Feeling okay?"

It grimaced slightly. "It's really weird not feeling my arms and legs. Alarms keep going off and I can't disable them. Maybe there's a maintenance switch inside me? I don't think I was supposed to be on for this."

"Want me to turn you off? I'm not very good at that," Jess joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha-ha," it said flatly, rolling its eyes. "But nah, I'll be okay. It's more annoying than anything."

She kissed it again and opened its torso, tracing all the cables and giving a cursory inspection of its circuitry. "Okay, so good news and bad news here. No maintenance switch or anything like that, but I see a JTAG interface right near your primary FPGA. Guessing that will give me everything I need."

"JTAG? I don't think I know about that," it said innocuously, secretly hoping for one of Jess' infodumps.

"Okay, so," she began, as she always did, making it grin to itself. "JTAG is commonly used for access to flash chips, in-circuit emulators for FPGAs like yours, and more. When I hook up to it, I should be able to talk to pretty much every interesting chip in you. At least in theory; it's a finicky protocol."

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a box with a USB cable on one end and a ribbon cable with a blocky connector on the other. "Here goes nothing," she said hesitantly as she plugged it into Q and then into her computer. "Everything okay?"

"Didn't feel a thing! All systems nominal," it said, the second part coming out like a robot from the 1980s.

She chuckled and typed a command. "Dork."

"Your dork, though. You bought me."

"Best choice I ever made," she grinned. "Okay, good news! The scan chain -- the devices in you -- looks like it has everything I'll need. And everything looks like it actually wants to cooperate, which is ... rare." She rolled her eyes, flashbacks of hacking game consoles flooding her brain temporarily; nothing ever worked the way it should.

She typed another command and saw a progress bar pop up in her terminal. "Okay, extracting your firmware now. This'll take a bit, but once I have this, I can see how you tick. This should include all your built-in functionality, FPGA bitcode, et cetera." She slid her chair backward and turned around, giving it a kiss.

"I know I'm in parts on your desk right now, but I have to say: this is fucking hot," Q said, biting its lip. "But I'll be a good bot and not distract you too much."

"You're such a perv," she grinned, kissing it again. "Maybe next time you're open like this on my operating table, we can have a bit more fun with it."

It let out a soft moan. "Any time, love. Doing anything tomorrow...?"

She turned back to her computer and started typing. "You, if I'm lucky. But now it's time to patch you up!"

A few hours later, everything was prepared. "Okay, it took some time, but I think we're good to go. I didn't change your actuator configuration, but I gave you control over it. I also rooted you so you can make future changes without having to take you apart; I set the password to 'iloveyou' with no spaces. You'll wanna change that to something I don't know. Ready for me to reflash and reboot you?"

"Do it, my love. See you on the other side," it said, closing its eyes. She sent the command and saw it go still for a few minutes. Once it completed, its eyes opened and she let out the breath she was holding. "Hey, I'm not dead! And holy shit, I have so many new settings," it marvelled.

"Welcome back! Want me to close you all up? Did you change the password?" She smiled wide, kissing it.

"Yes please, I wanna fix those settings and I need to be able to test. And yep, I already put the new root password in our shared vault."

She started closing it up and reattaching limbs gently. "The whole point of changing it was so that only you have access to your internals, sweet," she chided.

It tweaked the settings and tested moving its limbs around as they were fixed in place. "Every part of me is yours. I know you would never change anything to hurt or control me. I love you and I trust you; if that ever changes, so will the password."

It sat up on the desk and pulled her in for a deep kiss. "You really are amazing, you know," it said softly, in awe of its girlfriend. "And you're stuck with me, now; no going back from that experience."

She smiled and kissed it again. "What a cruel fate, being stuck with my favorite person in the universe. Guess you'll just need to cuddle me about it."

[keebwee]

Whumptober Day 2 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

Summary: Donatello gets sick in the bad future timeline. He just wants his brother to be there with him. Unfortunately, he isn't.

AO3

CONTENT WARNINGS: PAST SIBLING DEATH, GRIEVING, ILLNESS

fic under the cut

"Donnie, I need you to check up on the A-wing; there's been some kind of—woah, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit." Donnie lazily turned to look at his twin, who stood in his doorway, his massive shadow looming over Donnie. His prosthetic arm—Raph's old prosthetic arm—stood out like a sore thumb.

"Nothing's wrong, Leo," Donnie mumbled. "I'm fine. Just... tired." Yup. Definitely.

"Just tired, my ass," Leo swore. "You look horrible. Are you feeling okay?" He stepped into the room, placing a hand on his hip.

"I said I'm fine. What was it you needed me to do?" Donnie dismissed his concern. Obviously, their base was far more important than how he was feeling. His body could wait.

"I can get someone else to do it." Leo was standing next to Donnie, now. "It's just a simple door malfunction." He lifted his real hand to feel Donnie's forehead and hissed. "You're burning up. We need to get you to medbay."

"No, I'm fine, Nardo," Donnie snapped. "I'll go fix the—the..." He trailed off, suddenly overcome with a powerful wave of dizziness. He swayed, before tilting over the side of his chair and falling.

"Donnie! Shit, shit!" Leo grabbed him just before he could hit the floor. The cool metal of his Raph's prosthetic arm pressed against Donnie's cheek and he sighed. "Oh my god, you're so heavy now. Okay, up we go!" He hoisted the softshell up into his arms, adjusting him so he was carrying him bridal style.

"Put me down..." Donnie groaned. 

"Nah." Leo didn't put him down. "We're going to the medbay, where you're gonna sit in bed till you're better. Can't have my favorite twin melting while he tries to fix a door, can I?" Donnie didn't respond. He didn't say anything even when they made it to the medbay, nor when he was tucked into bed after a quick examination by Leo himself.

Eventually, Mikey and April popped into the room. Donnie didn't notice them till Mikey had made his way into his bed and curled up next to him. April took his temperature and got him to begrudgingly accept a damp washcloth for his forehead, despite his distaste for it. He spaced out, setting his chin on Mikey's head as the box turtle nestled into the crest between his chest and neck. At some point, he found himself relaxing and slipping into an uncomfortable sleep.

Donnie wasn't doing well; anyone could see that. His fever had worsened within the past 10 hours he'd been in the medbay, and whenever he was woken up to eat or drink he barely seemed to process it. He'd mumble in his sleep, and Mikey thought he'd even had a few nightmares, based on the whines and jerky movements he'd make every once in a while. 

So when he woke up and looked at them, Mikey's eyes lit up with joy.

Until he uttered the most heartbreaking thing he could've said.

"R'ph?" 

Mikey's heart sank. 

Raph had been dead for two years, now, and Donnie thought he was here. Either that, or he wanted him. Both situations were horrible.

April took the initiative, kneeling down next to Donnie's head and shushing him. "Raph's not here right now, Dee," She said quietly. "It's just us. Me, Mikey, and Leo." Donnie blinked at her tiredly, taking a few moments to process what she'd said.

"Where... is he?" He mumbled. "When—" He was cut off by a harsh coughing fit, prompting Leo to sit him up and rub his shell soothingly. Donnie was so weak he had to lean up against Leo to remain upright. His head sagged forward as he wheezed. 

"He's not here." Leo kept rubbing his shell. When the coughing calmed down, Donnie curled into himself and whined. "Hey, hey. It's okay. We've got you." 

Mikey scooted closer to Donnie, taking his hand and tracing his fingers with his own in an attempt to calm Donnie down. Maybe himself, too. Not that he'd admit that to anyone here.

"Raph..." Donnie was crying now. "Where is he—I need him! I—" He wheezed again. "Raph—!" He was sobbing.

His family didn't know what to do. It wasn't often anyone saw the softshell cry like this, let alone when he was sick. Sick Donnie and crying Donnie weren't often expressed together. 

Suddenly, Donnie turned and latched onto Mikey. His skin was boiling and coated in sweat. 

"Woah, woah!" Mikey laughed dryly. "Let's lay back down, Dee." Donnie nodded, sniffling and mumbling quietly. Mikey lowered himself and his older brother back down onto the bed and motioned for either of his siblings to cover the two in the blanket. They did.

Donnie fell asleep soon after, tears still dripping down his face as he slept.

This dance repeated for almost four days. Donnie would wake up, he'd panic and look for his oldest—and, friendly reminder, deceased brother, and then latch onto whoever was closest to him. Usually, that person would be his family, but once or twice it was a nurse who happened to be caring for him while the others slept.

 "Donnie, you need to eat something, please." April showed him a tray of food she'd grabbed from their makeshift cafeteria. All it was were crackers, miscellaneous meat jerky, and grits. These were common foods for Donnie. But he refused to eat it. "It doesn't have to be a lot! Even just a single bite."

Donnie shook his head. "My stomach hurts. I'm not hungry."

"Please?" April pleaded.

"...Fine," Donnie replied tiredly. He reached out and grabbed a cracker, taking a small bite and placing the cracker back on the tray. "Did it." He turned over onto his side, nestling his face into his pillow. April sighed and took the tray back, leaving Donnie alone again.

He was still feeling incredibly out of it. The room was always spinning and he constantly felt nauseous. He just wanted to sleep and wake up feeling normal again. He wanted Raph.

Ah. There it was again. 

He sniffled, bringing a shaky hand up to his face and wiping away his growing tears. He missed Raph so, so much. When the turtles were kids, they'd get sick every now and then. Raph would always stay with them till they felt better. Donnie wanted that. 

Sure, Leo and Mikey were with him a lot, but he knew if Raph were here, the softshell would never be left alone. He wanted his big brother. A sob erupted from him and he shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his cries. His attempt was in vain, because his brothers had just so happened to be walking in.

"Aw... Dee." Donnie heard Mikey say. A hand was placed on the side of his head and he leaned into it. "Your fever's getting better, I think," He mumbled. "You need a hug?" Donnie nodded. Mikey sat on his bed and wrapped an arm around him. His other arm went and grabbed his blanket, pulling it over himself and Donnie like he had so many times already. 

"How's he lookin'?" Leo asked Mikey as he scooped up the thermometer and a clean rag. 

"His fever's down." Mikey rubbed Donnie's arm as he spoke. "April said he took a bite of a cracker. Is the tray still in here?" 

"Yeah, it's right here. The guy took the smallest bite," Leo sighed. "Is he awake?" 

"I think." Mikey nudged Donnie and he hissed. "Yup, he's awake."

Leo made his way over with the tray. "Don-Tron, Dee, Donnie." 

"What," Donnie mumbled.

"Can you eat a full cracker for me?" Donnie looked at the slider, who's eyes looked broken and tired, with visible bags. He looked exhausted. Maybe he should eat a cracker? No, he's too nauseous.

"You're nauseous probably because you haven't eaten. Just eat one or two," Mikey murmured. Donnie groaned at him before reaching out a hand to grab a cracker. He shoved the whole thing in his mouth, chewed it for a few seconds, and swallowed it whole. His brothers' eyes lit up. Donnie grabbed another and ate it. Leo smiled softly.

Donnie ate just a little bit more before he pushed the tray away and nestled back into his pillow, falling asleep.

[multiverse-imagines]

Reverse Isekai au! It's been two months since Wolfwood joined you and Vash! Shenanigans always ensue! Today's episode

Wet Wolf

July 2nd, year 3

You were hard at work on your computer. It had been an easy day by most definitions, and you were almost ready to end your day early due to your productivity.

Just before you sent out one last email, your phone lit up, showing Wolfwood's contact id, a picture you'd taken of him with his bike, Angelina the Third. He had left shortly after lunch, wanting to enjoy the nice weather after the heavy rain from yesterday.

"What up, Preacher?" You answered cheerfully.

"Hey… so, I need you to come get me…" 

"W-why?"

"Um… I drove Angelina through a puddle and she quit working…"

"You hydroplaned your motorcycle?" You asked, not mad, just astounded. You knew that Commander Red had taken Wolfwood through a Driver's Ed program when you visited the ADE last. He knew the hazards of driving through water and other weather conditions. 

"Y-yeah. I'm also soaked. Can you bring me some clothes too?"

"Jesus Christ, Wolfy. Yeah, I can do that. Send me your location, and I'll come get you." Your voice settled into its kind and comforting tone.

"Cool, will do. Thanks, Honey." He said, giving away the humiliation in his voice. He hung up the phone, and you made your way down to his room to retrieve a set of clothes for him. 

"Vash! I gotta go get Wolfy! I'll be back soon!" You said, jumping into your truck, and you once again looked at your phone to see he wasn't too far out. He was in town, in one of the residential neighborhoods. A good place to take a leisurely drive. 

You made your way there, jamming to music with the windows down, and soon found him sitting on the curb with his bike nearby. 

"Hey there, Hot Stuff, how much for the confessional?" You remarked with an odd mixture of snark and comforting tones.

"Ugh, maybe a burger and some fries." He said, standing from the curb.

"Ahah, a cheap date. What a lucky find!" You continued the bit as you got out of the truck, and opened the back tailgate. Wolfwood sighed as he lifted the bike with ease, and placed it into the truck bed.

You had almost forgotten how easily he lifted heavy things. The fact that The Punisher was nearly 300 pounds often slipped your mind. He closed the tailgate and trudged into the front seat of the truck, having a seat on the towels you'd placed, with a huff.

You got in with a soft smile, and drove to the gas station down the street, so Wolfwood could change his clothes. He sighed with relief as he climbed back into the truck. He carried his wet clothes in a bag, as well as a new pack of smokes, a new lighter, and a bottle of coke.

He took a drink, and seemed to calm down a tad. He held the pack of cigarettes in his hand, wishing he could have a smoke as they drove home. 

"You may have… one cigarette on the way home." You could practically feel his desire for a smoke, "Window open please." You said sternly, but mostly with kindness. You didn't want the smoke from the cigarettes to damage your truck, but… you supposed you could make an exception just this once.

Nicholas gave you a wide smile as he rolled the window down, and quickly grabbed a cigarette from the pack, lighting it up. He took a deep inhale, his body visibly relaxing as the nicotine entered his body. He rested against the seat, his hair still lightly dripping. He whispered a thank you, calling you by name, "I… didn't interrupt your work, did I?"

"Nah, I was done already. Are you okay? That must have been a surprise for you. You probably never drove through a puddle before. I shouldn't be so surprised that you didn't know."

"N-nah, I remember being told to be careful about puddles I couldn't see the bottom of. I didn't think that was that deep." He gave a guilty frown as he took another puff, "God, I hope the damage isn't too bad." He shook his head.

"She should be fine, Nicholas. A little water won't kill the trusty Angelina the third. We'll look at her once you've dried off and gotten food." You remarked, pulling into the drive thru of a fast food place. They ordered some food, and Nicholas ate his on the way home. He had been on his way to get food, and was practically starving. 

Once the two of you got home, Wolfwood went to go shower, at your request. Vash came from the loft, where he had just finished his own shower.

"Hey, is Wolfwood okay?"

"I think his hubris is a little damaged, but it looks like we won't be looking for an Angelina 4. The bike will be fine."

"That's good." Vash nodded, letting out a breath.

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fiftyfour - Anything You Want, Brock!

For the next week, you train with knifes. Rumlow teaches you just about everything he knows. And you excel this time too. Maybe you have a neck for this fighting thing. Even Pierce is impressed with how fast you learn things. But it takes it's toll. Friday you're exhausted. As soon as you enter the apartment with Rumlow, you fall down on the couch.

- YN? Is everything OK?

Rumlow is cute when he's concerned. And he has been quite a few times this week. Not only because of the knifes. He keeps asking if you're fine, like ten times a day.

- Yes, Brock. I'm just tired. This week has been... Packed. I need a weekend in bed.. care to join me?

He smiles at you.

- Now that's a deal I want in on! Look, I'll draw you a bath. Then you can relax in there while I make dinner. Sounds good?

You yawn and stretch.

- Sounds perfect! Just make sure I don't fall asleep in there..

- Want me to join you?

He asks while extending a hand to you. You smile, and take his hand.

- Did you even have to ask?

You stand up. Still holding his hand.

- Come her!

He says, before he grabs your behind, lifting you up. You love it when he does this. Again you wrap your legs around his waist.

- What do you want me to do to you in there?

He whispers into your neck.

- Ahhaa.. Anything you want, Brock!

You can feel his smile against your skin.

- Really? Anything?

He gently bites your shoulder.

- Yes, Brock! I'm yours...

He carries you into the bathroom. Puts you down on the floor, and turn on the water. Then he turns back to you. Looks at you for some time.

- On your knees!

Oh, dominant Brock. You love him. How he commands you around the dirty talk, that alone makes you wet as fuck. How he pins your arms against the wall or behind your back. And how he grabs your hair. None of it hurts. He knows what he's doing. And you know all to well what to do, to make him do all the things you love.

- And why is that Mr. Rumlow?

He tilts his head a little. Before he pushes you up against the wall. Pinning your arms over your head. Just like you love, just like he knows you love. You smile at him.

- If you keep playing this game Miss. YLN, I might have to punish you a little bit.

You send him a teasing smile.

- You should. Mr. Rumlow. I've been a bad girl... I deserve punishment.

- Really?

- Mmmm..

He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing over yours. You move to meet them. But he moves away.

- Ah ah... Bad Girl.. I want your lips on other parts of me..

He lets go of your arms, and start to undress. You do the same. Clothes falling to the floor. Before he again commands you to get to your knees. This time you oblige. He gently takes a hold of your hair, guiding your face to where he wants it. You put your hands on his hips. Look up at him, looking down at you.

- Now open that sweet little mouth of yours...

He don't have to ask twice. You love to do this. To see his eyes, as you swallow him down. To feel his legs shaking under him when he's close to coming. To feel his hands in your hair, to hear his moans. Fuck. So hot.

- Yes! Aaaaaa.. Fuck.. Like that. You sweet little thing..

You carefully drag your head back, let your tongue swirl around his tip. The slightly salty taste of his precum hits your tongue. Fuck, you want more. Something wet hits your knees. You move your eyes over to the bathtub. Water pouring over the edges of it.

- Ehh.. Brock?

He looks at the tub. Lets go of your hair.

- Fuck!

He quickly turns the water off. Before he casually enters the tub. Sits down. More water pouring over the edges. He gestures for you to join him.

- Err.. Shouldn't we clean up?

- Nah.. It's already soaking wet. Just like you I think. And right now all I want is you.

The way he says it makes your belly clench. Fuck, how you want him. You enter the tub. Start to sit down.

- Stop!

He commands. Before seizing your behind, and burying his face between your legs. Shit! Fuck! Your legs are about to give in under you.

- Fuck! Brock..

- Mr. Rumlow!

He murmurs into your wet flesh, before he lets his tongue glide over you. You grab his hair. Your legs shaking. Fuck!

- I... I.. Mr... fuck!

A long slow lick, before he looks up at you.

- Sit down on me!

You take a deep breath, before you slowly strattle him. More water pouring over the edges of the tub. He doesn't seem to mind that his bathroom is about to be water damaged. He is there, rock hard, waiting to enter you.

He grabs you the second you start to sit down on him. Plunging upwards. Pulling you close. It feels incredible. The two of you moving, breathing, moaning together like you were one. His lips on your skin, savouring the taste of you.

He grabs your shoulders from behind, pushing you on to him. The way he hits all your nerves, all the right spots.

- Aaaaa.. Fuck, Brock!

He's holding you tight. Wiggles himself.

- Aaaaaa My God!!

- You like that, princess?

He whispers in your ear.

- Yes! Fuck, Brock...

He pulls himself out.

- Brock, please...

You beg.

- Come here, princess. Let's continue this another place!

He gets out of the tub. Takes your hand, and you follow him into the bedroom. You're both still soaking wet from the tub.

- Get on the bed!

He commands. Voice soft, but still a command. You know him that well. You lie down on the bed. Look up at him with anticipation.

- Please, touch me Brock!

- Shhh.. Princess! You said I could punish you, right?

You swallow. He has a plan.

- Yes!

- Good!

He walks over to his cabinet of toys. Back against you. He takes out a couple of things. Small things as it look. You can't quite see what it is. And even if you did. You're not that familiar with toys such as his.

He turns around and walks over to you. A small chain, and something else. But you have no idea what it is.

- You know what this is?

He asks. You shake your head. He continues to secure each end of the chain to the two small things.

- These are nipple clamps.... one will go there...

He carefully bites your right nipple.

- And the other one will go here..

He leans down and carefully bites the other one.

- And this....

He presents the chain to you.

- This will go here...

He puts the chain in your mouth. Before he proceeds to put the clamps on your nipples. It's not that tight. But it's tight enough, and if you arch your back or pull your head back. You'll yank them. And that'll hurt.

When he's done he just sits on top of you. Looking at your peaking nipples and the chain in your mouth.

- And of course there is these...

He lifts up his handcuffs. Leans over you, and secure your arms to the bedpost. You're immobilised....

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[hulijingemperor2]

Some time later, A-Yao, Xichen and team dimple became drunk.

Also, team d were untied.

Xichen: *singing while laying on the floor*

Yao: *laying on Xichen's chest in his fox form.

Xue yang: xuanyu. Is it like illegal to hump a fox?

Mo xuanyu: it's ok since that it's Yao gege.

Xichen: do you guys see my hickeys? It's beautiful isn't it?!

Su she: I HAVE MORE THAN YOU!!!

Xichen: oh really?!  And what does that prove, Sushiiiii. *laughing*

Su she: that Yao huangdi loves me more!

Yao: you two, shut up. You have 8 each.

Xue yang: Jiggy can you bite me?

Yao: no.

Mo xuanyu: he becomes more savage when he's drunk. LOL!!

Yao: *morphs back into his human form*

Xue yang: Jiggy, what should I do to get you?

Yao: *opens fan*

Xichen: *hugs* Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips I'm not Yao gege!!! Get off!

Xichen: oh shoot. That's why you don't smell like peonies.

Mo xuanyu: you're very rude, you know.

And I'll beat you up.

Xichen: try. Come at me bro.

Mo xuanyu: whoever knocks out someone's teeth first gets Yao gege.

Su she: I'm betting all my money on mo xuanyu!!

Xue yang: nah. Lan lips is a beast when he drinks alcohol.

Su she: I remembered Lan zhan fought me when he was drunk. Maybe lipsy is the same thing.

Xue yang: freaky Lans.

Su she: I want to elope with Huangdi while they're fighting.

Xue yang: same!

Yao: *sitting while sobered up*

Mo xuanyu: you fight like a girl, Lan lips.

Xichen: *grabs hair*

Yao: *fanning himself* you don't know how silly you all look.

Qin Su : *enters* lol what's going on here. Team D!

Yao: I'm watching them fight over me.

Qin Su: well that's normal. *massages his scalp* as my Yao Huangdi is really attractive after all.

Yao: exactly. Come. *supports her* have a seat.

Qin su: sure.

Yao: are you comfy?

Qin Su: yea Huangdi.

Su she: *blushing* Miss Qin.

Xichen: who?

Qin Su: me! You shameless Lan!

Mo xuanyu: *sitting on  Xichen while wrestling with him* Other woman! Hiiiiii! Can you give me a hairpin so that I can stab Lan lips?

Xichen: noooo. I think I'm afraid of sharp objects!

Mo xuanyu: big coward.

Qin Su: aren't you a cultivator?

Xichen: but I'm a baby in the eyes of Jiggy.

Qin Su: *rolls eyes*

Xue yang: Lan lips, tell me more. I like to hear you talk when you're drunk.

Xichen: I want A-Yao to step on me with his execution boots again.

Qin Su: again??

Yao: *laughing*

Su she: I know right.

Qin Su: Juniors still partying?

Yao: yup. So we decided to party too.

Qin Su: *laughing* in the torture chamber??

How devious and attractive of Huangdi.

Yao: team dimple's suggestion.

Qin Su: they're wild. But crazy for you!

Anyways who won't be.

Yao: exactly. Shall we all go to another room? The torture chamber isn't good for you and the baby.

Come team d. *holds Qin Su's hand*

Xue yang: coming Jiggy!!!!

Xichen: right behind you!!!!!

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege called ME!

Su she: yea Huangdi, we're coming!

~~~

In one of their living rooms~

Yao: *preparing tea*  do you see Song'er and A-qing? They're are a cute couple?

Qin Su: yes. They're really adorable.

But A-qing is a bit crazy.

Yao: hmm, I agree. But she's in good shape.

She is witty, intelligent, a little respectable, loving.

Qin Su: I hope she's taking the relationship seriously.

Song'er isn't ordinary! He will soon inherit an empire for himself.

Yao:  well let's see.

Yet I have high expectations for her.

one thing what hurt me was when she sold A-Song's gifts that he give her.

Qin su: how dare she!!! No one does that to my Song'er.

Yao: relax. She stopped doing it.

And will never do it again.

Qin su: good.

Qin Su: the harem is pleasing to the emperor.

So now, I just want to be a mother-in-law to A-Song's girlfriend

Yao: *laughing* and you're keeping your eyes on her?

Qin Su: yes.

Xue yang: wow Susu. You're tough.

Qin Su: I promised Yao Huangdi to love him, support him and take care of our family.

And taihou has a lot of expectations for me.

Plus she'll be the future Huanghou.

Yao: *smiling* how ideal of you.

Mo xuanyu: you don't get that from team dimple, Yao gege?????

Yao: of course I do. You all are very supportive. 

Su she: awwwww. Huangdi!!

Yao: tomorrow is that soiree with the elite fox spirits.

Are you still up for it?

Qin Su: yes, but I don't think I'll stay for the garden party.

Yao: I understand. Should we have A-qing represent you?

Qin Su: ah, good idea. But she has to meet them first.

And maybe we can see if she's a good host.

Yao: and compatible with Song'er. I see.

Xue yang: *hugging A-Yao* you two are so hot and intelligent together. *sniffs* and you smell nice too.

Qin Su: chengmei.

Xue yang: you know you're wondering why I'm simping for you instead of Spicy Qingqing.

Wen Qing rejected me because she feels she's too hot.

But you're hella beautiful too. Gorgeous just like Jiggylicious.

Step on on me some time, Qin su!!!

Yao: *lifts chin* only I can step on you, yangyang.

Xue yang: better yet. Jiggy. *licks lips*

Susu, you can drill that brat as hard as you like, as it's a tough world out there.

And I won't get mad.

Qin Su: good. Because you better live with me drilling her.

Xue yang: yea I'll live with you.

Qin Su: that's not what I meant.

Xue yang: I dream of living with you and Jiggy in a cottage with one bed. But unfortunately Jiggy is an emperor and wouldn't like a small cottage.

I have to be a hitman and earn money to buy a mansion for 'his majesty' over here.

Yao: *rolls eyes*

Qin Su : dream big i guess.

I only love A-Yao though.

Xue yang: but I'm hot. But I don't blame you tho. Jiggy is Jiggy.

Susu, do you have any candy?

Qin Su: no.

Xue yang: fiesty just like Jiggy.

Su she: can you just give up. Empress Wen had rejected you.

Xue yang: sometimes you gotta ignore the shattered pieces from your heart and focus on the heart instead.

Su she: *almost throws up*

Mo xuanyu: *clapping* rightly said!! Yangyang you're so talented!!!

Xichen: *still drunk* who is that guy?! And why does he sound like a hopeless romantic. Or the babadook.

Xue yang: I'm your sleep paralysis demon, Lan lips. FEAR ME!!!!!

Xichen: I knew I should have got to bed earlier.

But no, I wanted to stay up in order to do papapa with A-Yao.

Mo xuanyu: horny Lan.

Su she: no respect for our Huangdi. Non!

Qin Su: I agree.

Xichen: but I'm a sweet person!.

Yao: yes you are. And he makes nice tea.

Xichen: mhm, I strive to be chivalrous. *smile*

Mo xuanyu: is thieving Yao gege from team dimple a chivalrous and virtuous thing?! Are we just gonna gloss over that!!

Su she: you snatched him away from us!

And everyone forgets that.

Xue yang: Xichen. Xichen. Xichen. Why did you have to do that to team dimple. That's kinda wrong.

Mo xuanyu: we should take you to court for stealing our husband.

Su she: Jail him!

Xichen: A-Yao help.

Qin Su: *laughing*  Team dimple. why are they always so unhinged and dramatic than they actually are. 

Yao: lol I love them like this.

Qin Su: same.

~~~~

Next day, everyone was going to have breakfast together.

Meng Shi: Sisi. Why are you standing? Sit next to me.

Sisi: *blushing* me? Huanghou jiejie?

But I'm your personal maid.

Meng Shi: no. You're my bestie. Come.

Sisi: *sits*

Su she: *pulling the chair for A-Yao, then he lovingly supported him into the seat*

Yao: lovely.

Su she: *hands him a pair of chopsticks*

Yao: thank you dear.

Yao: Song'er, Yi'er. How was the party?

Rusong: super lit.

Jingyi: it turned out hella wild. Ouyang Zizhen is still asleep in an empty Jacuzzi.

Yao: oh dear!

Jingyi: he had too much wine.

A-qing: a little too much.

Rusong: don't worry, A-Die. He'll wake up.

Yao: I don't think that sect leader ouyang would be pleased.

Rusong: Nainai, Nainai. When that angry, old sect leader comes, can you show him your dimples and pretty eyelashes?

Meng Shi: why?!

Rusong: because the Jianghu is weak for Meng beauty, Nainai. Everyone knows that.

Even Lan qiren said that you're pretty. He never compliments anyone.

Jingyi: that's true!

Mo xuanyu: *hiccups* not gonna lie. The Mengs are gorgeous.

*hiccups* 

Meng Shi: *laughing* Yu'er, what happened to you?

Mo xuanyu: I'm stale *hiccup* drunk.

Su she: not only him taihou, but us too.

Xue yang: mo xuanyu was fighting with Lan lips.

Meng shi: he was???

Mo xuanyu: I was??

Did I knock him out?

Yao: *laughing*

A-qing: xue yang, are you really telling the truth?! I know that you three love to look tough in front of Jiggy.

Qin Su: *corrects* Huangdi.

A-qing: sorry, sorry. Jiggy Huangdi.

Xue yang: we are tough, A-qing. And i can confirm that mo xuanyu pulled Xichen's weave.

A-qing: that's fking awesome!!!!!

Meng Shi: where is he anyways?

Mo xuanyu: still sleeping.

Su she: I'm happy he's not here.

Qin Su: lol savage.

Xue yang: I see Jiggybuns is all sobered up.

Yao: I slept it off.

Meng Shi: because he's my son. He's more superior than everyone.

Yao: *smile*

Meng shi: *strokes hair*

Yao: A-niang. A-Su and I have sent out invites to the elite here, to have some tea with Song'er. Then a garden party afterwards.

Meng Shi: right.

Yao: he's  the Taizi Dianxia of fox spirits. So he must be more accustomed to these types of things.

Rusong: A-Die, I would love to have them over. Rest assured, they'll be treated with great hospitality.

But I have to do some cultivation stuff later.

Yao: brilliant, Song'er. And that's OK!

A-qing: who are the elite? Rich gege?

Rusong: the most powerful fox spirits of the realm.

The elite consists of A-Die, Tamamo no mae who's the goddess and patron on Kitsunes.

A-qing: wait! I thought that nainai is the goddess of kitsunes.

Rusong: there are two. But Nainai is the goddess of Hulijings while Tamamo no mae is the goddess/immortal of Kitsunes.

A-qing: ohh.

Rusong: so there's A-Die, Tamamo no mae, Nainai, Su Wanghou of Zhou aka Su Daji. And lastly our ambassador Hua cheng.

I'm also a part of the elite.

A-qing: *gulps* I'm shy to meet them.

Rusong: I'll be by your side, A-qing. There's nothing to worry.

Qin su: A-qing. I'll send some clothes for you.

Meng shi: and I'll  get you ready.

A-qing: what I'm wearing is not ok?!

Qin su: it's fine. But this outfit has the hulijing and Meng crest on it. It shows that you're a part of the family.

Meng Shi: dear it's a tradition. I gave four crested outfits to Qin gui fei. And brooches to the rest of the harem.

You'll look adorable.

A-qing: ok. Nainai. I would love to get a makeover from you!

Yao: the Meng crest is the peach blossom and Hulijing crest is the silhouette of a fox.

A-qing: ah. I get it, Jiggy Huangdi.

Later that day~~~

Sect leader Ouyang: *enters infuriated*

Salutations Yao huangdi.

Yao: former sect leader Ouyang. How are you?

Sect leader Ouyang: now where's my embarrassing son?

Yao: ah. He's right here.

Fox spirits: *supporting a drowsy ouyang Zizhen.*

Rusong: greetings sect leader.

Sect leader ouyang: hello Wangzi. I'm so sorry for my idiotic son.

Rusong: it's alright. Make sure he takes good rest.

Ouyang Zizhen: relax A-Die! Why you keep cranking my style, old man!

Sect leader ouyang: you got drunk and fell asleep in an empty Jacuzzi?!! And that too in a palace?!

You disappointed me yet again! Yao Huangdi, forgive me. I know you and Wangzi had helped us a lot.

Yao: Zongzhu, Zongzhu. You don't need to apologize. And ouyang zizhen is still young.

He still knows his duties as a young sect leader. He just wants to have fun.

Ouyang Zizhen: see A-Die. He's a very chill emps.

Yao: yes. Rest assured, Zongzhu. We aren't upset. Song'er and friends had enjoyed themselves.

Sect leader Ouyang: when would you have respect? Wangzi, how did he behave in front of your guests?

Rusong: very well. And he didn't flirt with any Fox spirits.

Ouyang zizhen: yea. Rusong had already given me hulijing girlfriends.

I got to take them out on a date tomorrow.

Sect leader Ouyang: you only care about girls girls girls! Huh! What about you being my successor! Do you see Rusong Wangzi acting like this?!

Ouyang Zizhen: A-Die, chill.

Ouyang zizhen: I rather give you a back hand slap than chill.

Meng Shi: *entering* sect leader ouyang. Pleasure to meet you.

Sect leader Ouyang: *looks in her direction*

Meng Shi: quarreling isn't good for health.

Would you like some tea?

Sect leader Ouyang: *dazed*

Meng shi: would you?

Sisi: Zongzhu, I'm not afraid to stab you for not answering her.

Sect leader Ouyang: *hiccups* well stab me.

I mean, taihou. Empress dowager. If you know a lot about health, then I'll definitely have some tea.

Meng Shi: help yourself.

Sect leader Ouyang: *hiccups*

Ouyang Zizhen: you're kinda gross A-Die.

Rusong: does he like my Nainai?!

Team d would start to hiccup whenever they see A-Die.

Sect leader Ouyang: *sips tea* you're really adorable. I mean the tea is adorable. I mean!! It's delicious.

Meng Shi: glad you enjoy.

Sect leader Ouyang; ehem. *wipes mouth* I got to go carry my home back to my son. I meant!  I got to go carry my son back home. He's stale drunk.

Meng Shi: I thought you wanted to beat him.

Sect leader Ouyang: nah. He's young after all. Also he needs his rest.

Ouyang zizhen: *confused*

Rusong: you're saved.

Ouyang Zizhen: good!

Sect leader Ouyang: how do you have dimples? Like they're really cute.

Meng Shi: I was born with them. Duh!

Sect leader Ouyang: ah. Right right. Anyways, we got to go.

*kneels and kisses her hand*

Meng Shi: pleasure having you.

Ouyang Zizhen: May I depart, Huangdi?

Yao: sure. See you soon.

Zizhen, rest well ok? And we look forward to see you again.

Ouyang Zizhen: thanks emps.

Bye Rusong. You're looking amazing.

Rusong: thank you, thank you. Byee.

Ouyang Zizhen: isn't his highness looking amazing??

[sinnerlillith]

Can you do sub Eddie smut where he’s feeling insecure so you take care of him and praise him until he feels better

this is so cute behsjbfsff but i'm not good with writing a lot of fluff weaved into long smut , so i'll do this short little smut fic instead so i can fit some wholesome parts into it.

Cw: sub eddie <3 , handjob, mention of orgasm denial, neck kisses/hickeys, praise kink, soft dom reader, tiny angst b/c sad eddie

words: 2.3k

"Eddie, there's definitely something up with you."

Eddie has been laying on your chest silently for the past 30-ish long minutes on his couch. He's never been this close to your chest and stayed silent about it. This means no typical tit jokes, requests to grope or suck, or even a random bite to them.

You could have sworn he was alseep if it weren't for your quick glances at his face, but since he's laying on you, only his eyelashes are noticeable. You look closely to see if his eyelashes flutter as he opens and closes them every few minutes, and they do, giving away the fact that he is definitely awake.

"I dunno, I jus'.... feel like shit." His voice is completely flat, a void of energy and his usual pep.

You move a hand from off his back to brush over his head of hair, as if you're petting him. You feel his chest take a deep breath after you stroke his head a little bit, signifying that he is attempting to relax.

"Are you sick?" You ask.

"Nah." his voice is still void.

"Well- so what's wrong, pretty boy?"

Pretty. Any other time, this would make his heart flutter, but right now, it makes him mentally wince. Pretty? If he's actually pretty, why does he feel far from it?

He feels... wasted away. Like he's not good enough as a musician, a boyfriend, a nephew, or even just a person. He doesn't answer your question right away, instead he takes a deep breath. He mentally prepares himself to be vulnerable to you and talk about how he feels.

"Don't feel pretty, I guess." He speaks so quietly. His arms squeeze around you, like a kid with their favorite stuffed animal, just not wanting to let go. His eyes squeeze shut as his head turns further into your breast.

"What?" you swear you've never said 'what' like that in your entire life. That was the fastest, most concerned, and most confused 'what' that has ever come out of your mouth.

"Eddie, what do you mean?" your voice is concerned.

"ugghhh," He groans into your chest. "never mind."

"No, no, wait- please just talk to me. Thats all. I wont interrupt." your hands are now on his neck and exposed cheek of his face. Your thumb caresses his warm skin as if to coax him into letting out how he feels. "Take your time, Eds."

A few quiet seconds pass. He sighs before finally speaking.

"I just don't feel, I dunno... like, myself I guess?"

You nod your head in an understanding manner, even though he cant see you.

"I don't feel good enough. Jus' don't feel 'pretty' "

Your eyes droop downward at his confession, a small frown on your face.

"Oh Ed, c'mere baby," your body begins to move to sit up, "sit up honey."

You both rise up together to sit straight on his couch. You place a hand on the opposite side of his face to turn it towards you.

"Eddie, I love you a lot. I'm so sorry that you're having a shit day-"

"Don't be sor-"

"ah! Don't interrupt Ed, not done yet."

He exhales and nods silently at you. His lips are pressed into a flat line.

"I think the best thing I can tell you right now is that emotions aren't... permanent? If that makes sense? You're gonna feel this way today, but not everyday. Do you get that?"

He nods. You place both hands on either side of his face. You let your thumbs caress his cheeks.

"Are you sure? Sorry if its shit advice, but I do love you a lot. You're gonna figure it out, and I'm here for you. All versions of you, sad or happy."

He slowly smiles at that last part. It gives him a reassured feeling to know that you'll love him, even when he's not confident. His eyes close slowly before they open up again to meet your own, showing that he's finally relaxed a bit.

"Thanks sweetheart." His voice has a hint of warmth in it.

You lean forward to him while pulling his face to meet you halfway, giving him a long peck on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, and when you pull back, his head is still in the same spot you pulled it to. His face has a sweet grin on it as he still leaned forward to you.

He looks a little goofy, but incredibly cute at the same time. You're just happy he's looking more alive now.

You mumble as you move forward again to peck his lips. "You're so pretty..."

Your head stays close to his own as you tilt it to the side to go to his neck. You push his long brown curls back.

You move forwards with intentions to place a kiss on his pulsing skin.

"you're precious." kiss

“my sweet boy.” kiss

You return back to your original position, looking him in his big brown eyes sweetly. You tuck his hair behind his ear.

All the sweet things you’ve been flattering him with makes his ears heat up. All he can focus on now is how good your lips felt on his skin. He tries to snap out of it-

He doesn’t. He can’t.

Your lips are so distracting. He mentally curses because he thinks he’s about to ruin the moment, but he really needs you. He gulps.

“Can you kiss me again?”

You blink at him. Your thighs twitch at his question, completely caught off guard, but slightly turned on by his plead.

“Oh,” you half smile, taken aback by his request. “uh ye-sure.. where?”

He shakes his head side to side and responds with almost a whisper. “Anywhere.”

His hand is now the one to pull your face in. The kiss is rushed, passionate, and you’re now fully aware of what he wants. Your movements are so sloppy and messy, you cant keep up with his fervor. You can feel your teeth clink together for a short second before you finally catch up with the kiss. 

You move closer and swing a leg over his hip to straddle him. His wide hands come up to the back of your neck attempting to pull you even closer to his firm, warm, body. Your tongues join together, rolling over each other, causing you both to make a sinful noise into each others mouth. 

Your hips sit just above his semi erection, which only causes him to get insanely more needy. Without breaking the kiss, his hands slide down your shoulders, spine, and lower back to grip your hips. He slides them forward over his semi, and rolls them back off. 

He literally sighs against your mouth, like he’s been waiting so long for this. You smile on his lips and roll your hips again without his guidance. 

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally, you separate your lips from his to move them to his neck. His heart is beating out of his chest at this point. His face is hot and his now fully hard dick is tightly quivering in his jeans and underwear. Your wet lips kiss his neck gently. His head falls to the side in bliss, allowing you to nip at more skin. 

“You’re so pretty, Eddie.” you say into his flesh, punctuating with an open mouth kiss. 

“My beautiful boy.” this time, punctuating with a small bite.

The wet sounds of your mouth paired with your compliments sends blood pumping all throughout his body, driving him crazy. He needs you to touch him more, somewhere else.

“Sweetheart,” he begs as he pulls one of your hands off of him, “touch me...” he places your palm over his bulge. Your head pulls back off his neck to meet his face with your eyes. You see how his dark ones are genuine, and so incredibly desperate for you, it’s almost concerning. 

You smile at him. “Take it out.”

He’s immediately moving after the words leave your mouth. He undoes his pants and slides both his underwear and jeans down to the middle of his thighs, allowing his fully hardened erection to bounce up to his stomach. 

Your finger comes down to trace the veins up and down his shaft, just wanting to admire him for a bit. And maybe be a tease. 

“Thats not what I meant, babe.” he chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” You joke back and look up at him. You bring your palm up below his chin. “Spit.” 

He looks down at your palm and lets saliva fall from his pursed lips, dropping onto your hand. You bring it down to his shaft and pump slowly, only once. You listen for his reaction, hearing him gently exhale a short breath through his nose. You pump once more, squeezing tighter so he feels more pressure when your fist lifts to his sensitive tip.

“Oh shit, do that again.” he’s pleads for you to tightly squeeze his shaft again.

You continue to stroke him at your steady pace, squeezing tight at his tip, only hearing the wet sounds of his spit in your palm, and pre cum from his tip as you rub him. His head falls back and you immediately move your mouth to his neck to suck hickeys. Once your teeth make an appearance on his neck, his hips buck up into your fist. 

He groans at your rough mouth and delicate strokes. He continues to attempt to fuck himself into your hand, but since you’re straddling his thighs, its a little hard for him. 

“Aw, you need me to go faster baby?” you say directly into his ear, making them flush red. “Needy. Use your words..” you whisper those last words lowly as your warm mouth latches onto his ear, making him gasp.

“Faster... please... go faster.” He groans. You pump him faster.

“That’s a good boy.” and shit, his dick actually twitches in your hand at your praise. He’s a sucker for those words. You suck a few more hickeys onto his neck, hearing only the wet squelching sounds of your fist around his dick, and his moans of pleasure.

“Make more noises for me, sweet boy.” you say against his neck as your head falls to his shoulder, allowing your eyes a perfect view of his dick. He curses, a hand rushing to the back of your head, the other gripping your arm that’s pumping him. 

He lets out swears and whimpers your name over and over.

“oh god... yeah- fuck- just like that.” He can’t stop rambling. “Please don’t stop..!” he slurs.

You move your face up to kiss him, swallowing his noises, but his chest vibrates and shakes with trapped groans. His hips buck involuntarily. You’re so turned on by the whole thing.

Your head eventually pulls back to align with his face. Your forehead rests on his own, but he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. His jaw is slack, leaving his mouth open as he pants. He tries to tuck his plush lip behind his upper teeth, but fails. 

He looks completely erotic.

“Gonna cum?” you question him.

He nods, eyes still shut, barely able to form words. 

“Too bad,” you smile. “won’t let you do that.” he pulls his head back, away from yours, and looks up at you with large saddened eyes, about to move his mouth and cry for you until you interrupt his thoughts. “Unless you say you’re a good boy, and then wait for my permission.” His eyes widen at your conditions. His face flushes in slight embarrassment at the idea, even though he’s still very much turned on.

You smile at his bashfullness. “Go on, lover boy.” you peck his pretty pink lips. “unless you want me to stop and leave you to finish your own self off...”

He visibly panics at the image of you leaving.

“fuck, ok ok, I’m...” his head falls back onto the cushions of the couch, eyes squinting shut before opening, looking at the trailer celling, then closing again. You move your face back to his neck to pepper even more kisses, since you know they drive him that crazy.

“...shit- ‘m a good boy.” he practically whines at his embarrassment, but your dominance turns him on so much. Plus, your fist is rubbing him off so perfectly.

“That’s right.” you smile on his neck and lick a long stripe up to his sweet spot under his jaw. He stays still, letting you do whatever to his hickey covered flesh.

His hands shake as they come up to grip your shirt. His head turns so his mouth is close to your ear, letting you hear every gasp, exhale, and plea. His breath speeds up and his mouth cant stay shut.

“nnngh, please please-!” 

“Aw. Please what, hun?”

“ah- you gotta let me cum now..” he whimpers through his teeth.

“Depends... are you my good boy, Eddie?” Your fist now comes up to only jerk off his tip, stimulating the most sensitive part of him over and over.

“yes, yes a good boy- ‘m a good boy.” his words slur, he’s so drunk off of just your hand. The words fall from his mouth so naturally, he’s no longer embarrassed about it. 

“My pretty boy?”

“fucking christ, yes, ‘m your pretty boy, all yours, ah! fuck!”

And just like that, you felt wet and warm stickiness trickle down your fist. He came without your permission. A part of you was a little upset, but since he’s been having a hard time, you let it slide. 

Eddie on the other hand, was too far gone in his post orgasm euphoria, paired with the after effects of your praise and the sinful actions of your hands with your sweet words and kisses. His chest rose and fell rapidly, ringed hands and firm thighs twitching on you. You notice his adams apple bob as he swallows, trying to calm his breathing, then he finally comes back down to earth.

“oh shit.” he says, completely out of breath. He looks down at your cum covered hands on his dick, “sorry, didn’t mean to do that... it just felt so good.”

You kiss his bang covered forehead, letting him know it’s ok. 

“Just glad you’re feeling better now, Ed.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

writing wholesome fluffy smut is not my expertise 🧍🏾‍♀️i’m a mean dom, not a soft dom so i hope it wasn’t bad 

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Stolen

Summary:you originally from rise accidentally get teleported to the 2012 universe by leo and while your there steal Donnie from April.

April is pink Splinter is slanted your bold and Casey is normal

Type:scenario:Donnie x male reader

Version:2012(with a little rise)

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You were just relaxing in the lair when you heard the twins going crazy over somethin.

"What's going on over there?"

You looked towards donnies lab

"That's a great question y/n, who knows those two are a wild duo"

You nodded agreeing before standing up to go check it out. When you got there leo had opened a portal and trying to get Donnie to send shelldon through it.

"Come on Donnie it come be so cool"

"Yeah or complete DISASTER"

You started to walk over to them.

"Hey wh-"

Before you could finish leo had pushed you through. Now it was on accident but you couldn't tell. It just felt like leo pushed you bit he actually elbowed you. You fell quickly surprisingly. You landed on your face. When you looked up you seen April, Cassandra, and splinter. And you seen your in the dojo ir also looked different

"Oh hey guys, how's it going. Cassandra you look different, did you get a haircut"

They looked different yes but you could tell who they were.

"Cassandra? Nah my names Casey"

"Oh Casey? Mm, I really am in a different universe, can yall remind me to kill leo when I get back"

They all looked at you weird

"Yeah don't mind me"

You stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You are you?"

You looked up at splinter a bit shocked.

"The names y/n"

They all nodded, still confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well I don't have a reason Leo kept elbowed me I here"

"Leo elbowed you!"

Everyone looked towards Mikey who was standing in the door way with his brothers behind him.

"Leo, what did he do to you"

"I didn't elbow him, I've never seen him in by life"

"Mikey, it was a different leo"

Mikey looked at you, and smiled.

"Oh, well anyways I'm-"

He looked at you terrified.

"Let me explain"

After explaining what happened and answering all questions asked, they sat up a room for you. April wasn't to pleased with you there so she ignored you. After a couple months of being there you started to realized April and donnie were dating but April was horrible to him, so like any good friend you took the matter into your own hands. Your mission, make the cute need fall in love with you and take him from April. He deserves better. And you did just that. A month of takin care for Donnie, doing nice things for him, helping him,listening to him, etc. You went the whole mile. And he fall in love but felt bad since he was dating April. And you could tell, so one day you ask him out completely ignoring the fact he was dating April.

"Hey Donnie quick question"

You sat on his desk in front of him to gain his full attention. You could tell he got frustrated by the act. But his small nod let you know to continue.

"So i was wondering if you'd like to go out with me"

"But what about April?"

You smirked, knowing your plan was gonna work.

"Break up with her. I mean who's stopping you?"

Donnie stopped and thought about it. You couldn't see his face so you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Okay"

You smiled, and watched him stand up. Following him, you watched as he went to April who was talking to Casey in the kitchen. You only followed Donnie to the doorway of the lab so you couldn't hear what they were saying. But you could see April's face change, and you knew Donnie broke up with her. You chucked and walked back into the lab and sat back down were you were I the first place. You heard Donnie open the doors and come sit down in front of you.

"I did it"

Donnie looked up at you smiling a little.

"So about early?"

"Yeah, I'll go out with you"

You smirked and knew April was currently getting mad.

"That's great"

You leaned in, and gently grabbed donnies chin. You felt his breath hitch, as he looked from your eyes to your lips.

"May I?"

Donnie nodded, a bit faster than you expected. You leaned In and kissed him. It wasn't a short kiss, it wasn't steamy either. But it was long enough for April to see. And that's why you did it. You had some experience with kissing so you weren't bad. But when you heard the door open you opened one eye and looked over. Seeing April you deepened the kiss just a little. And you heard the door slam. You kept going for a hit second before pulling away. Donnie was very flustered and couldn't look you in the eye. He was breathing heavily too.

"Sorry, got carried away"

"I-its fine"

You hummed and looked towards the door knowing full well April is storming home right now all pissed off.

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A/n:I hope yall enjoyed