#I'm very sleepy right now I hope you get what I mean

[lilacpaperbird]

sometimes I see a destiel web weave and I'm like.... I get it

[mechahero]

//Thinking about Lambda and how he presents himself and how he goes about with how he personally views masculinity. That being said, he is a guy but his gender is also very much monster. (In the sense that's gender neutral/not adhering to any binary at all. More of a concept than an actual thing if that makes sense.)

[orikixx]

cat dad!Satoru rushes to help as you come home from your grocery trip, only to find out you brought in a freeloader! instead of unpacking the overfilled shopping bags, you cradle a tiny kitten in your arms, drenched from the storm that’s raging outside.

cat dad!Satoru who's immediately awestruck by the kitten, a shivering pile of fur now cuddled in his big hands. he's excited of course, but what if the little fella already has an owner?

"but toru, it looked so small and scared, I coudn't just leave him out there!"

cat dad!Satoru just can't refuse your whiney tone and puppy eyes, sighing. "alright, but if someone comes knocking on our door, I'm not fighting for costudy." you squeal happily and cling onto his arm, watching the kitten sleep peacefully.

cat dad!Satoru insists to be the one to take the new addition to your family to the vet. when the vet asks for his name, satoru panics, you two haven't discussed the important matter yet! his autopilot takes over, and he immediately blurts out-

"it's uhh, Mr. Whiskers! yeah!"

he knows you're going to absolutely adore this name, looking very proud of his quick thinking as the vet gives him his shots.

cat dad!Satoru was painfully wrong. when he gets home and tells you the name of your now child, you facepalm and immediately grab the kitten from his hold. it takes you a while to get used to satoru's... questionable choice of a name, yet eventually you learn to love it.

cat dad!Satoru who tries getting mr. whiskers to cuddle him every time you two watch tv, whining like a child when the kitten chooses to sleep in the nook of your neck instead.

"you're so mean, let him cuddle me too!"

"satoru you're delusional, maybe if you weren't so stinky he wouldn't run away from you every time."

"......"

cat dad!Satoru tries acting nonchalant towards the kitten, imagining that maybe the furball feels as if he's trying too hard! you make fun of him, but you just don't understand how hurt satoru is! he's so pouty every time, face scrunched as his eyes linger over your sleepy form, mr. whiskers cradled on your chest as the lights from the tv dance across the living room.

obviously he gets all mushy, seeing you happily nap with the little fella, yet he can't help himself but feel jealous over not being the chosen one for cuddle time, ever.

cat dad!Satoru who falls asleep on the couch on a friday night, waiting for you to come home after spending the night out with your girlfriends. you finally get inside, drunkenly stumbling until you kick your heels off. you try heading towards the bedroom as quietly as possible, when you pass by the living room and see a sight you never believed was possible.

satoru is sprawled across the couch, lightly snoring, and right there on his chest is mr. whiskers!

you squeal happily and immediately cover your mouth, rushing to snap a million pics of your boyfriend and kitten peacefully sleeping together. you snatch satoru's phone from it's discarded place on the coffee table, and set one of the photos as his new lock screen.

cat dad!Satoru who wakes up in the morning, still on the couch, and when he opens his phone to check for how long he's passed out, sees the picture of him and mr. whiskers. he frowns and then gasps in understanding, getting teary eyed over seeing the photo of the white kitten snugly cuddled on his chest, as you playfully snicker at his reaction.

cat dad!Satoru who would absolutely fight over costudy of mr. whiskers.

author's note: this was so fun to write omg! wrote this with my first ever smau in mind, so ofc I had to use mr. whiskers hehe. I really hope you guys liked this🫶

[omgfangirlland]

I random Idea suddenly appeared in my head (I was about to sleep but this is more important). Originally I had two Ideas but I thought.. Why not combine them? My first idea was a neglected reader who can see ghost.. Like, one day she just developed this abilities. Imagine how it would go if Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne were still in the mansion and looking after the batfam. They can see how Bruce Wayne is threatening his daughter and stuff.

The second Idea was a more realistic neglected reader where she's really neglected and I don't mean birthday is being forgotten or what not.. I mean real neglect where she had to work for money and her own food.. Where she has to learn how to cook for herself and learn how to do things at the very young age. I want to see her actual struggle for survival where there are times she barely makes money so she had to go hungry for some days.. Sometimes she resorts to stealing foods just to eat.

I wanted to combine these two but I'm too sleepy to continue two peace out ✌👉

-🔱

The sudden burst of creativity right as you get in bed is such a serious problem- like pls- I had like 10-12 hours where I could have done all of that- why at 3am?😭😭

When I first read this, it was way so late, and I was like "cooking her own food and working isn't neglect-" and then I realized I am in fact poor, and due to the necessity of my parents needing me to be somewhat independent my view of that point is skewed- also the reader is going to be quite young at the start of being in the family so really, a five or 10 year old shouldn't be operating the stove without supervision or finding jobs to pay for necessities-

Reader is the oldest sibling(I love the forgotten oldest daughter trope) in this for various reasons(angst) and I am so keeping ghost!Thomas and Martha btw-

CW - postpartum mental breakdown/psychosis turned into attempted infanticide via drowning, miscarriage/suicide/drugs mentioned.

My thoughts on how this MC came into Bruce's care come down to three options: Bruce and her mom were actually lovers and married, but after Reader's birth mama either left, had a postpartum breakdown, and is now rotting in Arkham, or she died. I personally prefer the Arkham route, but dying during childbirth is also quite angst filling. (Let's all ignore how I keep fridging Reader's mom, pls)

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Martha and Thomas were by your mother's side as soon as she walked in with you in her arms, Martha almost crying at the sight of your scrunched up face, still wrinkly and flushed. They were both so happy when Bruce found love, both were so sure he'd die alone in some alley, and when the news of the pregnancy came, they were right there, celebrating with their son as if they were still alive.

But Bruce got busy, too busy with both Wayne Enterprises and being Batman. And while your mom had her friend and Alfred, she needed the reassurance of her husband. Martha was the first to notice the cracks.

They both noticed how you'd look at them as if they were right there, so they'd interact with you. Playing with you, making sure you wouldn't bump into anything when you started crawling five months later- but while Thomas would teasingly crawl after you, Martha couldn't help but keep close to her son's wife.

She tried her best to soothe her, trying to give her some warmth from beyond the veil. She knew what was happening- well... to some degree. Martha, too, went through post-partum depression, however, hers stemmed from losing Bruce's unborn brother. Martha hoped to be there for her daughter-in-law before she tried something she'd regret- The dead woman thought your mom would put herself at risk, try to take herself out. She feels guilty that she hadn't seen it earlier.

Your mom would sometimes stare at you for hours, and while it worried Alfred, he brushed it off as the woman simply admiring the bundle of joy she created. He, like Bruce, had other things to attend to. He was sure everything was fine, your mother simply loved you too much.

None of the living expected what happened, mainly because of their own willingness to ignore the clear changes, but Martha and Thomas did. They stuck around even after nightfall, so when at three in the morning your mom walked in and took you out of your cradle, they were hot on her trail.

Obsessive thoughts about your baby, paranoia, sleep problems, hallucinations, and delusions were all symptoms of postpartum psychosis, easily confused with the similar symptoms of postpartum depression.

It'll be easy that everything went to shit quickly- but it didn't. Martha and Thomas watched with pure confusion as your mom filled the bathtub, the thought that she may harm you not even crossing their mind as she held you close, swaying side to side while humming some lullaby. It was a slow build, but when she did submerge your head under the water and firmly held you there, it sure felt like a hundred years passed right through Martha.

She doesn't know how she did it, but Martha was screaming her lungs out as she and her husband pushed the woman away, making her slump against the opposite wall, but neither could pull the plug out, leaving you fighting to keep your head above the water.

Alfred ran as soon as he heard the yelling, a chill passing through him for a moment as he thinks it sounds way too familiar, and your wailing, pausing just for a second to look at your mom, shaking in the corner as she mutters to herself, before he had you in a tower in his arms. Both of the dead Waynes dropped next to the bathtub, clutching at their unbeating hearts and shaking

Bruce is left depressed, traumatized, and with a baby who keeps crying. This wasn't how it was supposed to go in his mind. They were supposed to be happy, the it couple with a sassy baby to boot, they were supposed to grow old, he was supposed to hand over the Batman mantle to you.

Now the responsibility of caring for you fell on Alfred, Bruce being unable to care for himself, let alone a baby he couldn't look at without bursting into tears. And Alfred did his best... for maybe three years.

As soon as you started walking on your own, Alfred started pulling away, redirecting his attention to his usual work. By the time you were three years old, you barely knew of the existence of Bruce. Not because you actually saw the man, but because his parents tried to tell you about him.

You were a quiet toddler, mainly due to learning that if you cried, only Martha and Thomas would show up, and they really couldn't do much. Hell, they barely taught you to speak, but oh, did they love to hear your little transatlantic accent in the few sentences you could make.

They were indulging themselves, really, especially when you'd call the mama and papa- "No, MArtha! I'm not crying, you are, my dear-" They both were tearing up the first time it happened. They were indulging themselves with you, because if their focus wasn't on you, it would be on Bruce, and both were so disappointed in him.

They tried at first, exhausted themselves trying over and over again to nudge their boy towards his daughter- typing on his laptop, writing in the mirror, leaving her toys where he'll find them- nothing worked.

So they redirected their attention to your education- they were terrible at it, but Alfred sure as hell didn't seem to care- so they did their best. You could read perfectly, however, your writing isn't the best, and your speech was stuttered most of the time as you preferred to be mute. There really wasn't anyone to force you to speak, your father's parents unable to get much out of you, especially if they pushed. Teaching you sign language was the best course of action.

For the early part of your life, Alfred still cooked enough to leave leftovers for you to munch on, but sometime along the way, he stopped. Martha and Thomas were stumped. They were raised with buffets and golden spoons glistening in foods they didn't even think about how they were being made.

There was also the problem of you being too short to reach the stove top. Your newfound diet consisted of toast, sandwiches, salads, and the occasional baked potatoes and meat. As you grew older, you got better at cooking, mainly due to sneakingly searching the internet and quickly writing down recipes.

Sadly, the problems keep piling up. The more you grew, the more you needed new clothes, new shoes, sanitary stuff from pads to toothpaste- Bruce couldn't be bothered to be a presence in your life, so you tried to talk to Alfred. With no avail. The old butler was simply too busy, moving past you with more speed than you could keep up with. But you needed money, so despite Martha's protest and Thomas's worry, you went outside the manor.

At first, you did meager jobs that people gave you out of pity. Washing that, trimming the lawn, throwing away this, helping the old lady with carrying bags. It didn't pay well, honestly, it was mostly trading, some clothes or food for a bit of help. Until a goon of the Penguin stopped you.

You weren't stupid. You knew the package was drugs, but the amount he was willing to pay was simply too much to refuse. You guessed that was the perk of the public thinking you were dead, no fear of being kidnapped for ransom.

You became a familiar face among them, and while most were ticked off by a kid being involved, there were a few who threw in a few extra bucks. Martha and Thomas hated it. But you started having clothes that fit, food that wasn't burned, and even had a few extra to buy yourself treats, so they held their lips shut. You usually just put the extra money away.

By the time you turned thirteen, you just wrote Bruce off as a man incapable of love. But then Richard "Dick" Grayson came along. And then Jason. And Tim. Despite Martha and Thomas trying to tell you that it wasn't you, that they loved you- Bruce was just-... They couldn't justify it.

The more time passed, the more you thought those two were hallucinations your mind made up to stop you from going insane. You stopped talking to them. You stopped even acknowledging them. By the time Tim fully settled in, you had left.

There was nothing for you there, you took care of yourself for so long, you didn't need Alfred or Bruce- no matter how much you cried at night, wishing for an ounce of the attention they give the boys- and threw yourself into the crime world. There wasn't anything else you could do. You had no school, could barely write, let alone speak- but you were a good mule, and if someone picked you up and decided to train you to be a weapon, you were fine with that.

When John Constantine first set foot in Wayne Manor, the first thing he saw was the bat's dead parents glaring at him. He expected a lot of things when Bruce called him in need of help, angry grandparents who were worried for a runaway granddaughter, who had been missing for years, and that Bruce forgot even existed, wasn't one of them.

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This took quite a lot of hours to write- kinda rushed towards the end.

Other thoughts:

If Reader did get picked up by a rogue, it'll be funny for them to be either Uncle Two-Face or Slade... It'll even be funny if it were Talia or Ra's after Jason left.

I strongly believe the Reader wasn't even sent to kindergarten.

I also think Martha and Thomas may have lied and told the MC that her mom is dead instead of institutionalized.

If there is supernatural shit, trust, John Constantine will make an appearance.

It'll ALSO be funny if Reader came to terms with her being able to see the undead, so she also becomes a mage/hunter on the side, kinda like the Winchesters. So when John finally connects the dots, he's just like- "Oh. Oh no. We have a bigger problem here."

Dick at first thought Batsis was a helper. So did the others until they were corrected by Alfred. Nobody cared to ask for further info, except for maybe Jason, who asked once why she isn't eating with the family, and it made Alfred pause for so long that Jay just assumed she's mean.

[mattsjuul]

GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( i think only one tho ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

[acid-ixx]

Ohhhhhhhmisggashoosghhh

I love everything about "before the bell rings"

Such masterpiece such peakness oh my goodkdasssdffrddf. Couldnt stop thinking abt it couldnt stop rereading it its ltrly currently 3:11 am rn i wasnt aware of the time all i know was that i was obsessively drawing this man with your story in my mind my god i couldnt stop giggling and blushing n i had to take few breaks n paces in my room to cool off

HOPE U ARENT TOO WEIRDED OUT

— related post ! (tw: a bit nsfw, non-con kissing)

OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD!!! user luffyadolover you are the gift that keeps on giving because WHAT THE HELL??? more than five sketches of this feral, horny man and HE'S SO HANDSOME ILYSM FOR THIS!!! i'm actually so down bad i had to stare at the last image for a few minutes because YOU DREW THE ENTIRE SCENE SO WELL.

i love the first image, you drew him so well, the slick-back hair and everything!?!? with him looking all so proud of himself when he chooses something for his spouse that they actually really like, as if he didn't just planned to ignore you or to simply hastily choose whichever looks the fanciest; that was the plan until his brain haywires just witnessing the absolute joy on your face every time he picks something right; imprinting the memory of your smile in his brain to the point he sees it every time he blinks— so now it's become his daily mission after falling for you to traverse each and every shopping site and malls in his batcave to ensure you only get the highest quality of gifts. mind you, he is a very dedicated man, bruce wayne doesn't give up so easily.

AND THE SECOND AND THIRD IMAGES TOO !!! with his mask on, you couldn't really tell just how obsessed he is, due to the blunt face he always has to wear, but the comparison of him without; with the stare that speaks of a million promises all dedicated to honoring and cherishing his beloved spouse. he doesn't need wedding vows when his eyes (always almost unexpressive, unable to fully show the full range of his emotions; vulnerable in the midst of worshipping his sleeping, little deity) already presents what your future life would like with him.

it doesn't matter if you're drooling, or butt-fuck naked. if i say he's remembering every small, incoherent detail about how you sleep, what position you sleep in, even the position you bury your head in the pillow, let that devotion cement in the very crevices of his mind and in every corner of his heart. it wouldn't matter anyways that you're sleeping alone, hugging a pillow (that should've been him) now, because soon, you'd be quickly migrated in his bed, in his arms, and you won't be getting out. he'd be too invested in the smell of your hair, the feel of the pudge in your stomach, and the seams of your clothing rubbing against his thighs to even allow you to let go.

AND GOD, THE SKETCH WHERE HE'S JUST LICKING THE SPIT AND ALL?!? my brain is malfunctioning, i'm going insane. this is my favorite fanart of yours so far, i'm so grateful for your existence because you've graced me 😭 i'm absolutely not going to deny the future accusations of me writing for debauched and absolutely feral and/or horny bruce wayne!!! trust me when i'm telling you that he's not only memorizing exterior parts of you, but bruce promises (it's actually just him justifying his actions) himself that he has to remember what the inside of your mouth feels like to fully and properly kiss you before your wedding date arrives, just to establish how much of an absolutely perfect husband he will be for you.

to make up for all his past mistakes of absolutely ignoring you, to ensure you that it's not you who's the problem— it's him and he has to fix it all. he has to guarantee that you won't even dare look at another man; even if it means watching you every night disguised as the bat, then coming home to the manor (your shared home, soon) by the time the sun breaks out of its sleepy stupor, just to dream about what it'd feel like pinning you willingly and taking you all for himself after your honeymoon— how could a man like him stop dreaming about his beloved spouse? how could he control his hands to stop lingering beneath his utility belt just to touch and pleasure his body the same way he wishes to worship yours?

the answer is: you don't. or rather, you couldn't.

so if you ever feel your lips becoming more and more sore every other night, and notice the trinkets from your desk and even undergarments from your closet now missing... well, you'll soon know who the culprit is...

a/n: no, i do not tolerate this behavior irl. once again, pls be aware guys that this is a yandere blog (and i've been writing content like this for years) and i'm bound to write more extreme concepts compared to this. the only element that never disappears from this is that i'm writing under the sub-"category" of soft yandere. that doesn't mean it doesn't stray away from the eventual dub-con/non-con.

once again, thank u so much for the dedication to send me so many good fanarts @luffyadolover 😭🥹, although i may not always reply quickly, i appreciate you and all the other fanartists who spend their time drawing inspired by my content. it's truly an honor, and in all my years of writing, you guys are one of the reason why i still continue to write <333

[koenigsdossier]

Accidents

You and König are both omegas, but your heat cycles have never been an issue as you both took heat suppressants. It was a requirement in the military. Everyone had to take heat or rut suppressants to avoid any messy situations, and so you could be battle ready. But König had been so focused and stressed out about his upcoming mission that he had completely forgotten about taking his pills.

+18 NSFW, Omega König, König with vagina, grinding, marking, Omega reader, reader has vagina but no pronouns mentioned

You had woken up to a very hot and very sweaty König as he clung to your sleeping body, grinding his extremely slick cunt against your thigh. His sweatpants were completely soaked in his slick, the fabric doing nothing to separate you two. You were glad you decided to wear shorts to bed. Not that it really mattered, König's soaked cunt seemed to flood the bed with slick.

"K-König?" You called out to him in a shaky voice. Your eyes had fluttered open a while ago, but your sleepy brain couldn't catch up to what was happening. All you knew was that König was on you and grinding his swollen cunt across your thigh. König whined out your name, your ears able to hear the weak and wobbly sound he had to his voice.

"I-I'm sorry... Didn't mean to wake you... I... It hurts... It's too hot and it hurts... I'm sorry..." He cried to you, the moonlight that poured through the curtains catching his tears. You felt your sleepy mind wake up instantly at his words as it connected the dots. König's body was burning up, and he was saying it hurts as he rolled his hips down against your thigh. He was in heat.

You should have noticed the signs. His scent had been stronger all week. He couldn't sleep as he obsessed over the placement of the pillows and blankets on the bed, trying to make a nest but failing. He was sensitive to anything you did. He would almost start breaking out in tears if he felt like he was bothering you with his obsessive clinging. You put off his tells as stress from preparing for an important mission he was assigned to. You should have known better.

"Fuck, you're in heat. D-Did you not take your suppressant?" You tried to sit up to assess König better, but he was huge for an omega, and his clinging was weighing you down. It didn't help that your movements had caused his heat numbed mind to panic either.

"D-Don't move... Don't leave... Please, it hurts so bad... J-Just need to cum and I'll feel better..." He pleaded with you, stuffing his face in your neck as he tightened his hold on your waist. Even though you were an omega yourself, König was going to you like you were an alpha. He still sought out your scent as he nuzzled your scent glands, breathing you in heavy as he activated them. You placed a hand on the back of his head, holding onto his mask tightly as you sure he stayed pressed against you. The whine he let out and the small tears that fell onto you broke your heart a little. There's no telling the last time König's had a heat. He joined the military so early, and suppressants were a requirement. It's probably so overwhelming for him, your poor omega.

"König, baby, you're in heat. You need an alpha o-or something..." You whispered in his ear, hoping he could understand some of what you were saying through his heat haze. It seemed he did as he pushed his head even deeper into your neck somehow as his grip on you became bruising.

"N-No! No, alpha... Don't want an alpha, just you... Please just you..." König did not want anybody near him except for you. You had to admit, you didn't want anyone near König right now either. He was way too vulnerable right now, and the thought of anyone seeing him like this made your body burn with possession. It was early in the morning, and you doubted anybody was up anyway. Still, you had to push your instincts aside and try to convince König to let you get help.

"I can't knot you though... You need an alpha so they can knot you... I-I don't know what else to do..." You told him gently, your other hand rubbing circles on his back. You felt König's hips stutter and a high whine leave him at the mention of knotting. You thought his needy, omega mind would agree with you, but instead, he shook his head no against you.

"N-No... Don't care if you can't knot me... I don't want an alpha... I just want you... Please... Please don't go get an alpha..." As if you even could get up. König may be in heat and incredibly sensitive right now, but his strength still remained somehow. You let out a sigh, not knowing at all how to deal with König. He wasn't letting you up, and he refused to listen to any logic. Were all omegas like this?

"At least let me call Horangi, please. I need his advice." You kept your voice soft and gentle as you whispered to König. König's body shuddered at the mention of Horangi, his body tensing up before he let out a defeated whine. Horangi was an alpha, but he was also König's best friend. You watched as König reluctantly removed his head from your neck, eyes glossy and wet with tears.

"Only call him... Don't let him come over here..." You felt relief flood you as König agreed to let you call Horangi. Your hand on the back of his head moved to his front, gently grabbing the end of his mask and pulling it up. König wanted to protest his mask being pulled up, but some of the heat left him as the air hit his face. Your thumb caressed the side of König's face, making him feel a bit calmer as your skin touched his.

"I'll only call him, promise... How about you take off your pants and use my thigh while I call him? Does that sound good?" Your hand on König's back trailed down to his hip, rubbing the material of his sweatpants against his heated skin.

"Y-Yeah... That sounds good." You felt relief that König agreed with you. You didn’t want to have to mean or rough with König when he was like this. He was already sensitive and crying just from the heat and pain in his lower half. You didn't want to add more stress to him. You took your hand off of König's face and placed it on his waist, slowly sliding it down as your other hand curled around his waistband. Gently, you pulled König's sweatpants as far as they would go in his current position.

"Lift your hips for me, baby." You gently command König, your eyes flickering up at him. His face was already flushed red and had soft tear streaks trailing down his face. It broke your heart a little to see König in such a state. You're so used to seeing him so strong and able, not weak and vulnerable like this.

You felt his hands leave your waist, now placing them on each side of you to steady himself as he lifted his shaky hips.

"Good boy... You're doing so good... Such a good omega for me..." You gave König reassurance as you pulled his pants down to completely exposed his pussy. Your brows furrowed as you could see how his slick was sticking to his pants, a line of it keeping the two connected. You couldn't deny the sight made your own body start to fill with desire, but you had to stay focused. Especially when König let out a low whine and decided he couldn't hold himself up anymore. You let him lay on you, tilting your head up so he had complete access to your neck as he buried himself back in it. You let out a gasp when he placed his swollen cunt back on your leg. You could feel the throb he had to his pussy, how swollen his clit was, and how his leaky hole clenched around nothing. You could already tell how bad his condition was before, but feeling him skin to skin just solidified it. God, your poor baby.

You lifted your leg a bit, making sure your flesh stayed pressed against König as he began to grind against you again. It was slow but desperate, his cunt feeling too sensitive and overwhelmed for any sensation on it. But at the same time, his body needed stimulation so badly. He couldn't stop.

"Oh, it does hurt. I can feel it. I'm so sorry, baby. I'll try to make it better, I promise." You cooed to him as you ran your hands up his back, rubbing circles into him to try to soothe him some more. The whimper that left König due to your words tugged at your heartstrings. The instinct to make your omega feel better and take all his pain away was strong, even as an omega yourself. König was your boyfriend, the person you loved and cherished. It was only natural that you felt this way. You almost forgot all about calling Horangi for help.

Begrudgingly, you turned your head away from König, looking at your nightstand for your phone. It felt like pain shot through both of you when you took one hand off of König. Neither of you wanted less contact with each other, but you had to call Horangi. You doubted he was even awake at this time, but you still had to try. You yanked your phone off the charger, not caring if the action caused damage to it at the moment. You quickly dialed Horangi, hoping and pleading in your head that he would pick up.

"Why the hell are you calling at this time?" Horangi's voice fell from your phone after one too many rings.

"König's in heat." König let out another whine, like he was confirming your sentence.

"What!? Umm fuck, okay... Do you want me to come over there?" Horangi's voice wasn't sluggish or irritated anymore. He seemed to be fully awake now. You could hear the rustling of bedsheets on his side.

"No, he doesn't want any alpha's near him at all. He only wants to be around me." You subconsciously pressed your hand down on König's back, making sure he stayed close to you. König pressed his face deeper into your neck in response, his grinding getting a bit faster as he inhaled your sweet scent deeply.

"Is he fucking stupid? You can't knot him. He needs an alpha. That'll be the fastest way to get him some relief." Horangi couldn't help his harsh words. He was woken up and immediately told his best friend was in heat since the first time in forever. You knew this, but it still didn't stop the anger in you from flaring up. You didn’t even notice how König whined at the change in your scent.

"I know that! But he's being stubborn about this, and I don't want to stress him out more. He's in pain- König..." You were interrupted by König pressing kisses to your neck, directly on your scent glands. He was trying to calm you down, to get that fully sweet scent back that he needed. It was calming you down but also making the heat pool at your belly more.

"He won't be in pain if an alpha knots him... Just mark him and make him cum for now. I'll do some research and call you back. You owe me." Horangi hung up before you could respond, but he gave you sound advice. You could mark König and ease his heat's desires just a bit. It wouldn't stay and be permanent like an alpha's, but it would work for now.

You let go of your phone, letting it fall beside you as you returned your full attention back to König. He was licking at your neck now, absorbing every bit of scent that poured out of you. The feeling of his tongue made shivers run down your spine to your own cunt.

"K-König, want me to mark you?" You spoke lowly to König, your hands now on his shoulder blades as you massaged the muscles gently.

König’s tongue stopped mid lick, his hips stuttering and his body tensing up as he registered your words. He pulled his head away from your neck and looked down at you. His eyes were already pleading with you as a whimper left his lips. He pressed his aching cunt down on your on thigh even more desperately as he began to grind rapidly. It seemed just the thought of you marking him was enough for him, to bring him closer to relief.

"Y-Yes! Please... Please do... Please... W-Want your mark so badly..." König whined out each word in a desperate plea. You moved a hand further up him, cupping the back of his neck and forcing him down against you again.

"I'll give it to you, don't worry... You can mark me afterward..." You whispered to him, your lips brushing against his neck, making his hips stutter in anticipation. You took a second to breathe in König's scent as it poured from his scent glands. It felt like you were drowning in König. His scent was already taking up the room, but you've haven't had the chance to take it in fully yet. You couldn't help the moan that rumbled in your throat as his scent took over all your senses.

"My omega smells so good... Such a perfect scent..." You whispered against him before placing a kiss on his scent gland. You were rewarded with König's hips stuttering and a beautiful whine falling from his mouth, one from pleasure and not pain this time.

You wasted no time in biting down on König. You opened your mouth and licked one stripe over his neck before biting down harshly on him. You couldn't go soft with this. It had to feel like an alpha was marking him, claiming him as their own forever. You felt his body tense up against yours, his hips freezing in their desperate pace as the sensation of being marked filled him.

"Y-Yours... I'm yours... All yours..." König moaned out, soft tears falling from his eyes as the sensation took over him. In his omega brain, it really felt like an alpha was marking him. It felt so good to have your teeth sink into him. You could feel the throbbing in his cunt get harsher and leaking more slick onto your plush thigh.

"That's right... All mine, my omega... My beautiful, perfect omega..." You confirmed against his neck before sinking your teeth back into him. König let out a soft sob, tears blurring his vision and falling from his face as your teeth felt so good biting into him. He bucked his hips sloppily against you, his cunt feeling much more sensitive but also so desperate for release. You moved the hand still on his shoulder blades down to his hip, helping him rut his slick pussy down on your thigh. You flexed the muscles in your thigh, providing a more firm surface for his clit to rub against. Everything you were providing for König made him rut against you faster as he chased after the sweet promise of relief.

You wanted to offer more words of encouragement, but you figured keeping your teeth on his hot flesh was helping him out more. You kept your thigh as still and steady as possible for König. Your hand on his hip gripped onto him tighter, making him keep up his pace. You began to lightly suck on the flesh you had between your teeth, making sure there would be a mark left on König.

"D-Don't stop... Please don't stop... G-Gonna cum... Please..." König pleaded with you, panting and moaning out each word. You wouldn't be able to stop König from cumming if you even tried. His warning was entirely too late as he suddenly tensed up completely, and his mouth hung open. You could feel how his swollen clit twitch and throb on your leg as he came. His hole fluttered around nothing as slick and cum poured out of him. Your bedsheets and mattress were definitely ruined and tainted with König. Not that you were complaining.

König continued to buck against you, milking out every last drop his sensitive cunt had to offer. You could hear how he was crying softly from oversensitivity as he quickly became overwhelmed but unable to stop his hips from rutting weakly against you. You let go of his neck, placing a soft kiss over the mark that was already forming before you spoke up.

"König, stop moving. You're gonna overwhelm yourself. Here..." You kept that same gentle tone with him you've been using as you used the hand on his neck to push his head back down into your neck. His tears wet your skin as he inhaled your scent again, making him calm down from his release. But he was still moving his hips, still whining and crying from the oversensitivity his body was experiencing.

"Stop moving and mark me." You pressed your hand down harder on his neck to make his lips pressed against you, encouraging him to mark you. It worked too as something seemed to snap in his foggy brain and bit gently at your skin. You let out a satisfied hum and moved your hands back on his back again, rubbing those soft circles against him. Slowly but surely, he stopped moving his hips down against you. All his attention went into marking you, the need to claim you planted in his mind heavily.

"There you go... Good boy... Just relax and claim me... I'm yours..." You cooed at him, getting a whine in response as he bit harder at your flesh. His heat seemed satisfied for now, his body relaxing against you as he put his claim over you. You didn’t know how long he would stay like this, though. It was going to be a long week for the both of you. Your poor, poor omega.

[reverie-starlight]

I've missed aomine so much :(

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, fluff fluff fluff. very short, but it's been sitting in drafts forever so I'm finishing it up and setting it free.

based on prompt 13 from this list!

"you’re always so cuddly in the morning," a very sleepy aomine says, in a way that makes you feel like he’s approving of your decision to cling to him.

you're laying on his chest, trying to get as close as humanly possible and refusing to let go. you nuzzle your nose against his jaw and smile a little, too distracted to even let out the laugh that's bubbling up in your throat.

you just want him, and your equally sleepy self is making that very clear. "leave me be," you say. "you're so warm."

he hums and begins rubbing your back up and down, ever so slowly. "well we did sleep with three blankets last night."

you just hum in response and breathe in his scent. his cologne from yesterday lingers a bit on his skin, and you know you'll miss it when he washes it away in the shower later and trades it for his body wash.

the two of you lay in silence for a couple more minutes before he yawns. "I wouldn’t mind staying here all day.”

you sigh when you think of your ever-growing to-do list and shift a little, preparing to get up. “I wish we could, baby, but I have stuff to get done today.”

two muscular arms creep around your waist and tighten just enough to remain comfortable. oh boy.

"daiki," you warn, knowing exactly where this is headed.

"what?" he asks, with a stellar poker face. if you didn't know any better, you'd think there was no underlying motive to his affection.

"don't," you try pleading with him.

"I'm not doin' anything, sweetheart,"

you try to wiggle out of his arms and he starts chuckling. his arms keep your body in place right on top of him and he lets out a content sigh, as if your struggling doesn't bother him one bit.

“I’m not letting you go, so you can stop fighting it.”

"daiki!" you whine, trying not to laugh at his determination to keep you rooted in bed with him. "you're so mean, y'know that?"

"mean?" he snorts, and cracks one eye open to look at you. "you think I'm mean for wanting to cuddle a bit longer? as if you're not the one normally begging me to hold you?"

you finally start laughing and slap a palm against his chest. "yes!"

obviously it wasn't a hard hit, but he opens both eyes and playfully glares at you. "okay, well now you're really never getting out of this bed. you wounded me, I need you to stay here and heal me."

"aww poor baby, you need me to kiss it better or someth- no!"

he rolls you both over so that he's now laying on top of you with his full weight. "you're heavy, get off!"

aomine pretends to fall asleep and begins snoring, completely ignoring your pleading. once you realize just how stubborn he's being about this, the fight in you dies down and you accept your fate.

"okay," you say, cradling the back of his head and pressing your cheek against his hair. "you win, we'll stay in bed a bit longer."

you can feel the smug energy radiating off of him and you just know his lips are curled into a smirk. "see, baby, was that so hard?"

hope you enjoyed!!

@dira333 some more knb content :3

@emmyrosee hehe

[weird-is-life]

hey lovie! what about a remus x reader where he sees her asleep in the back of the library one evening on his prefect rounds and he wakes her up. he is more concerned on how long she’s been studying/asleep since it’s so late…on their walk she just walks with him during his rounds because they are just chatty

they both fancy each other but neither of them think the other thinks the same. he walks her back to gryf tower snd he finally says what he’s wanted to say for years

(i hope that makes sense and if ya hate the idea, no problemo lol)

xoxo

Hii lovely🥰 ty for the request. I tried my best, hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, use of y/n, like one swear word, (0.9k)

Remus has seen you many times before. Either in the common room, halls, dining room, and the most in the library.

Remus always sees you in the library. Sitting quietly more at the back of the room. Either reading some book or doing the assignments for the classes.

So it's no surprise to see you here even now. But it definitely catches him off guard seeing you here so so late. Remus was on the last one of his prefect rounds before heading to bed himself, and he wasn't expecting to see you in the library.

Remus, from a shorter distance, notices that you are asleep. Softly exhaling one breath after another. Something stirs in Remus's heart at the sight of you, but he ignores it.

Remus approaches you, and tries to wake you up as nicely as he can. He doesn't want to scare you. He gently shakes you by your shoulder, and whispers your name a few times.

You rouse from sleep, blinking,  completely baffled by Remus's handsome face.

Remus thinks you are even more cute when you are half asleep. It's not doing any favors to his feelings for you. But he wills those thoughts away, and says, "sorry, y/n. You fell asleep in the library, and it's getting pretty late."

The sleep haze quickly dissappears when you realise where you are. You are up on your feet in a matter of seconds, packing your things away.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I was reading, and-and I must have fallen asleep," you explain in a mild panic. You would be in a lot of trouble if it was anybody else other than Remus that had found you here. Students aren't allowed out of their dorms this late at night.

"It's alright," Remus reassures you with a warm smile," I've done that so many times. I can't even count how many times James or Sirius had to walk down here to retrieve me."

"Really?" you giggle quietly, still very much sleepy and a little stressed.

"Yeah, really," Remus chuckles, too. "Now c'mon, let's get you to your dorm. I'll walk you there. Well, that is if you don't mind."

You shake your head. Indicating that you don't mind at all. Your cheeks go pretty pink as Remus and you start to walk towards the dorms.

You've always thought that Remus was so handsome, and so so smart. You'd never done anything about your crush, of course. Too scared to say anything. But that doesn't mean you haven't been admiring him. You have just-........from afar.

"Why were you in the library so late?" Remus asks to fill in the awkward quiet between you. And also he's a bit worried about you staying there until so late.

"Just studying, I couldn't figure out one assignment," you sigh. You still haven't figured it out, even if you stayed in the library for so many hours.

"The one for the potions?"

"Yeah," you admit in defeat," I've read everything I possibly could, but still i didn't find the answer."

Remus gives you a hesitant smile. You two are just a few steps from the dorms. You were walking too long in the awkward silence, and now the flowing conversation is about to end.

"I can give you the answer. I'll give it to you right away if you give me a second to look for it in my room," Remus instantly offers.

He's spent good few hours trying to find the answer too, so he understands how frustrating it can get. So he's very willing to give you the answer just so you don't go to bed with that on your mind. And also because he likes you, like a lot, and he would give you literally anything if you'd asked for it. He's down that bad for you.

"Really? I would really appreciate it, Remus," you say, happy about his help. You can't even think of how you could possibly thank him for it.

"Just give me a second," he turns towards his dorm, but he suddenly freezes halfway to the door.

Remus abruptly gets a better idea or well it depends on how well it goes. He just can't help his feelings for you any longer, and he needs to know what you feel, too. Even if he may get rejected, and end up with a broken heart.

Remus slowly turns around to face you again, a shy smile on his face.

"Or-r," he starts," we could go to Hogsmeade during the weekend, and I could explain it to you there. With something nice to eat and drink." Remus blurts it out in one breath.

Your eyes go very wide. Is Remus Lupin asking you out on a date or are you still very much asleep in the library, dreaming of this moment?

"L-like a date?" you sheepishly ask, blushing, and looking everywhere but him after your question.

"Yes. Exactly like a date." Remus states, looking nervous and hopeful at the same time.

You look up at him with a smile, you can't really believe that this is happening, " I think, I'd love that."

"Really?" Remus questions happily.

"Yes, really," you nod your head, sending a reassuring smile his way.

"Great. I can't wait," he tells you with a visible excitement.

"Me too," you admit bashfully.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. We can sort out the time then. Goodnight, y/n," Remus says, giving you one more soft smile of his.

"Yes, tomorrow then. Goodnight to you too, Remus," you wave him goodbye, and quickly dissappear into your dorm before you can collapse on the spot from the way your legs have turned to jello.

You think you can hear pretty loud cheers of the Marauders as you head to change into your pyjamas. A shy giggle escapes your mouth when you think about Remus telling his best mates about your date, and them being so happy about it.

[blackknight-kai]

Hello! I've been reading your works and I absolutely love it 💖💖 you're actually the first few people who got me into this fandom, and for that I'm eternally grateful ☺

As for the ask, is it ok if I ask general yan HCS of both monkeys? Maybe with fem reader? NSFW is fine. Thanks so much and have a good day! ❤

OOoOOooOOkay! So Ima give this my best shot! Keep in mind I do more ‘soft’ yandere mainly because I do like me a bit of romance with my darker stuff. I WILL add some darker things at the end though!! (I don’t delve into yan often so bare with me 🫶🫂 I’m learning)

Keep in mind before proceeding this isnt your typical HC everyone :)! It’s going to have some Non Con/stalking/whatever comes to my mind. I went with whatever direction my brain was going so I hope this came out okay!

Warning: Yandere ideas

Destined One

At first you didnt notice anything different about him compared to anyone else outside of the obvious physical traits and some personality traits. He’s reserved, quiet, and focused entirely on his goals. His determination and strength is something that awes you to this day. Something you do notice about him though is that hes observant. Always taking note of his surroundings and using his senses to keep himself aware of what going on. When you first started traveling with him he seemed to almost…ignore you a bit. As though you weren’t really a scratch on his so called journey and mission. But over time you start to notice him staring at you and watching you. It’s a little intense but you just chalk it up to him being him, maybe he’s curious about his companion finally?

- [ ] He hadnt really thought much of you when you first joined him. It honestly took him a bit of time to realize he’d grown a bit….attached to you. His eyes always following your every move and his ears always listening for you. Your scent? He has that memorized.

- [ ] DO is going to start off subtle about his attentions towards you. He’s not going to be rash, unless something pushes him to it.

- [ ] He’s ALWAYS watching you. Always knows where you are and what youre doing.

- [ ] His feelings for you go from zero to almost 100 - although he’s silent about it at first. You’re going to notice him staring or even sometimes getting things you needed for you before you even knew you needed it.

- [ ] DO doesnt do things in half measures. He’s focused. Which means once he’s turned his attentions on you, ALL of him is focused on you.

- [ ] DO knows it’s wrong, but cant stop himself from doing some of the more…inappropriate things with you. Such as watching you while you bathe or change.

- [ ] *Non Con - He’s going to end up touching you while you sleep. Be it an accident at first (yeah right) or he just doesn’t stop his urge to do so. But he’s going touch you because you’re too inviting to him. He won’t go so far as full on sex, but you will be caressed and eventually as he gains confidence you’ll find marks you’re not sure where they came from. He’s going to decide the very first night his hands slip under your clothes that you are his.

- [ ] No one else will EVER see you or touch you like he had. Ever.

- [ ] He’s going to be hyper attentive to you, lulling you into this sense of “Aw he cares for me and takes care of me”. While YES he does, it’s also to further his own goal in regards to you. The foods he brings? Not every time, but sometimes might have a little something in them that makes you a little…sleepy. Pliant. So he can run his hands under your clothes or leave little marks on you without you making a fuss. Your body will NOT be afraid of his touch, he’s going to make sure of it. Sex is still something he’s reserving for…claiming you fully. For now, he’s going to take his time getting your body just used to his hands and the way he makes you feel with them or his tail.

- [ ] He’s going to manhandle you, sit you where he wants you and if you fuss he’s stubborn and won’t budge about it, using his strength to hold you where he put you, to the point you let him have his way because it’s not worth arguing over.

- [ ] You dont realize it but he’s also been scenting the hell out of you, your clothes, and even your bed furs. To you, it just smells like a combination of you, the forest, and of him - which you dont think anything of because he carries stuff for you a lot.

- [ ] But him scenting that stuff? It’s a very loud claim especially since it’s not just him rubbing his face or neck on the items….no he’s rubbing those materials around his cock and balls. Getting his musk all over it.

- [ ] On you, he will be a bit more subtle with his scenting. Wrapping a tail around you or brushing his hand through your hair or against you as he walks by. But sometimes DO shoves his hand down his pants, coating his hand or even tail in his musk and then rubs it on you. You are HIS.

- [ ] He’s jealous as all hell too and will make it known by how he behaves towards others in regards to you. Does NOT like anyone even looking at you, it makes him want to carry you off to some makeshift nest and KEEP you there, to prevent wandering eyes.

- [ ] Speaking of, as soon as his journey ends thats exactly what he wants to do. If he doesnt have a place in mind he’s definitely going to make sure he finds one. It will be the nest for the two of you. He will make sure he gets you everything you need so you wont need to go out.

- [ ] Before that though, he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure you know that you’re his and he’s going to make sure you dont want anyone else.

- [ ] When his journey is over, immediately youre thrown over his shoulder. He’s carting you off to your permanent home, away from any dangers or the possibility of someone stealing you away from him.

- [ ] Here is where he’s a bit more…demanding and forceful. See, by this point he knows your body wants him, he’s smelled and felt how wet you get for his touch and he’s seen your eyes on him. You’ve been slowly pulled into his orbit once he has you in his chosen space he’s going to have all of you.

- [ ] He’s not going to just strip you and shove himself in, no. He still wants to make sure your body is willing. So he’s going to be more bold and more obvious about his touches.

- [ ] Bathing alone? Not anymore. Changing alone? Nope. Unless he’s gone doing something like gathering food or a quick patrol, your body is for his eyes. He will let you have some modesty but he’s going to slip his hands under your clothes when he pleases and feel your soft warm skin.

- [ ] You’re going to be awake when his tail or fingers forcefully slip between your legs, he’s going to pull orgasms out of you until your awake conscious learns to relax for his touch like your sleeping body and conscious do.

- [ ] You wont be allowed to leave, he will make sure a clone is around you at all times if he cant be and when youre sleeping he’s wrapped around you, his limbs like vices.

- [ ] Your skin will be marked with his bites and some claw marks, not deep enough to truly harm but enough to remind you of him when he’s out of sight.

- [ ] He will slowly get you addicted to his taste as well, slipping a pre or cum coated finger into your mouth as you orgasm so your brain learns that his taste means pleasure.

- [ ] When he takes you he’s going to be gentle but firm, he wants you to feel good but also wont let you resist him. He’s CLAIMING you now. His fangs will bite into you, this time with the purpose to scar his claim on you.

- [ ] After this, he’s going to make sure youre always ready for him, is not above using a clone to keep you spread open and wet for him via cock warming or a prefucking. You will be molded to the shape of his cock.

- [ ] He’s also going to slip inside you when you sleep, waking you as he ruts into you or touches your body.

- [ ] Your body WILL know that his touch means pleasure, but if you resist he’s going to make sure you remember your place. He will be rougher with you. Wanting you to submit.

- [ ] He will always pamper you after, cuddling you and cleaning you. But his cum will remain inside you until he’s ready to help you wash it out.

- [ ] He’s going to make sure you are so reliant on him, his touch, his presence, and all he does for you that you wont remember that his possessiveness isnt normal, that he’d stolen you away without asking and that he continues to lay his claim on you.

- [ ] No, youre lulled into a sense of belonging with him….youre his to care for, protect, and take.

- [ ] All in all and in general, Destined One is a quiet but firm yandere lover. Only when you really push back/push his dominance does he get too harsh with you. Depending on WHEN he finds you will depend on how quickly he steals you away. But he’s going to take care of you, you are HIS mate and mates are to be cared for, protected. He knows it’s not exactly normal to keep you the way he does, but something in him wont allow for you to even have the possibility to consider someone else. He’s going to show you that HE is the best for you. That HE knows the best for you. He may be jealous and possessive but he wont harm you so much so that you would be repulsed by his touch. No, he wants you pliant and giving in when he reaches for you, relaxing in his embrace or even seeking his touch out. If you take your pleasure with out him, he’s not going to let you sleep, it will get to the point you will end up passing out and he will keep going. He’s going to take you again when you wake. Your pleasure is for him to take and give.

Wukong:

Wukong is…very friendly to you. He also is a very good, if sometimes annoying, traveling companion or protector. So you really don’t notice anything out of the ordinary with him in the beginning. By the time you do it’s honestly too late for you. He’s lulled you into his intricate web and there’s no escape from him. Because he’s had his eyes on you and what Wukong wants, Wukong gets. He also knows there is no one else better than him for you.

- [ ] He knows almost immediately after meeting you that he wants you. It’s not a normal ‘want’ either. It’s the kind of greed he that claws at him from the inside desperate to get out and get a hold of you.

- [ ] Wukong will temper SOME of his more…greedy tendencies down. At first. But he has a way about him that is very demanding and commanding. Being the King and powerful being he is.

- [ ] He has a way of making you feel comfortable around him, as though you belong by his side. He’s going to make sure you see HIM as your protector and someone to go to for help or anything you need.

- [ ] Wukong will be outright flirtatious with you, but he wont be overtly forceful with his touches right away. He wants to get you warmed up to him and used to his ‘casual’ touches. Something he does NOT do for others but you dont need to know that.

- [ ] He definitely disguises himself when you go bathing, be it a fish in the water or a bug flying about. He wants his eyes on you at all times. Yes, this means he may brush against you often while in his forms of trickery.

- [ ] Would absolutely disguise himself as a woman in a bathhouse if you went to one and offer to help you bathe. (He will fish for compliments about himself if you mention him traveling with you)

- [ ] Wukong is going to be manipulative in a way you dont even realize. He’s mouthy and cunning so he’s going to use his words to steer you in whatever direction he wants things to go in.

- [ ] He’s also very opinionated and stubborn, sometimes using that to his advantage to get you to submit to him with some kind of benefit after, be it something he gets for you or he’s just all around more pleasant. He’s subtle about it all at first.

- [ ] Everything will be orchestrated to his needs/wants even if it LOOKS like it’s yours, because in his mind he knows what’s best FOR you.

- [ ] You’re going to wear clothes he finds for you (will probably take your preferences into consideration because he wants you happy but will definitely get things that suit his taste too), you will periodically have to share his clothes (because he dirty’s yours on purpose or ruins them).

- [ ] He wants you to rely on him for most things, getting you food to cook, personal effects/items, etc. Essentially hes going to be a sugar daddy LMFAO but in a way that he’s not necessarily giving you money, he just gets the thing for you while you wait for him because he wants you getting used to HIM taking care of you.

- [ ] *Non Con - Wukong will definitely slip things at times into your food or drink, wanting to make you think your having lovely dreams about him but in reality he has you in his lap, your legs spread wide open, one over each of his knees as he’s caressing your body or filling your hole with his tail or fingers. The wet sounds filling the air while youre out of it. Come morning there wont be a trace on you - besides the ever present lingering scent of his on your skin thanks to how touchy he is in general. Through this he explores your body, getting it needy for his touch.

- [ ] He’s also going to cum on you while you sleep or will rub his precum on the inside of your panties so when you wear them you dont even realize what he’s done as its mixed with your natural discharge of fluids that end up on your underwear throughout the day. But HIS precum and scent is pressed directly against your pussy all day.

- [ ] Depending on the situation - he may steal you away right away or he might wait and bide his time, getting you to be relaxed with him before he takes you away for himself.

- [ ] Either way, once he has you to himself he’s going to get more intense. He may not penetrate you right away but he’s going to make you crave him, until you finally beg him to bully his cock into your hole.

- [ ] He’s going to press against you all the time, rubbing his body on yours, striping you and bringing you to the edge of pleasure with his fingers, mouth, or tail until UH OH, you didnt beg him to claim you. Oops….cant orgasm because you clearly dont need him like you should. But that doesnt mean HE cant cum. So he’s going to do so and rub it into your skin or cuming against your mouth as he holds it open. Wukong wants to cum in your pussy but he holds back, instead cleaning his cock off with your panties and making you wear them all day. Showing ownership over you.

- [ ] As mentioned before, hes mouthy. He’s going to be good at using his words and voice to pick at things and make you question things. Including calling you out on your body’s reactions to him. He finds it amusing when you try to hide it. He’s going to dig into those things about you and make you squirm - get you worked up as he whispers filthy things to you. Things you might not even have thought about but now you are.

- [ ] All you’re going to know is him, what he can give you and what he does for you. He’s made sure of it. So by the time you finally beg him to stuff you full, finally fully submitting to him and giving up your stubborn pride, he’s not going to hesitate. He’s going to press you down, ass up face pressed to the floor or bed with his hand on the back of your neck as he holds you down. His cock is going to enter you in one thrust and he will be nice for just a moment to let you spasm around his shape. Wukong will coo at you and the second you even slightly relax hes going to pull back and thrust in hard. The way he takes you that first time is total dominance, you will know who you belong to and where you belong. His finger prints will be bruised into your skin and his bite mark on you as he fully claims you as HIS MATE.

- [ ] He’s going to take care of you after though dont worry, he will be gentle and kiss your body. But he’s going to make you orgasm no matter how sore or overstimulated you are - this second round will be softer. The part of him that loves you and wants to pamper you taking over.

- [ ] Wukong wont have any issue playing with you in front of his monkeys (adult ones), so if there’s a meeting going on expect his tail to wander where it shouldn’t, slipping inside you. Or he will have a clone who’s bullied his way between your legs under the table. He might even have you sit on his cock, keeping still as he deals with whatever monkey business is going on. No one will ever see an intimate part of you, he wants to keep that for himself. But they will hear you screaming his name and they will see his marks on you.

- [ ] Over all Wukong as a yandere is much more vocally and mentally manipulative. He is also raw power and strength not used to being denied. If youre too stubborn or push back he’s going to show you who is boss and why HIS way is best. He wont ever truly harm you, but youre going to know punishment / consequences for your actions if you displease him. You’re his mate, so he’s going to take care of you but it’s going to be in the way he deems best. If you fully give yourself over to him he will pamper the absolute fuck out of you while also probably pushing your boundaries here and there. Because he LIKES showing his ownership of you. Wukong wont mind you taking your own pleasure but for every orgasm you have (essentially taking them from him) he’s going to have some form of punishment lined out for you. Your body is going to know the feel of him and him alone, or him and his clones because he has zero problem with pushing you to your limits with his clones, wanting to see you cock drunk on him.

General Both:

- [ ] Regularly walks around with your juices on his chin or on the fur surrounding his cock.

- [ ] Good at after care but doesn’t hold back when he wants something

- [ ] Loves seeing his marks on your skin and presses against them regularly with his fingers to watch you squirm and remember how you got the marks.

- [ ] Not above using all the tricks in the book to get you.

- [ ] Will happily chase you down if you run - into predator/prey stuff.

- [ ] Sensitive to your returned (given willingly) affection.

Extra dark -

these are harsher so skip if you don’t like: Doing a “both” here because it’s easier. These are in general terms so different AUs/situations apply

- [ ] Very jealous & possessive. If someone shows interest in you…they aren’t gonna live long.

- [ ] Will manipulate the things around you without you knowing to get what he wants which is YOU. Be it people or events etc - will make himself look like a good option/only option you have. (If he has to clone into someone or kill someone / make them look bad he will do it)

- [ ] He thinks he knows what’s best for you so whatever he needs to do he will and you will learn that too.

- [ ] Will kill someone you may have been interested in/with/might be married off too.

- [ ] Will assert his dominance by fucking you/making you scream for him in front of someone who had eyes on you/dating you/married to you/getting married to you while a clone of his holds them captive- will kill them after he’s done showing the person who you belong to.

- [ ] Will have you cock warm him while he’s doing important things (WK kingly duties etc). Doesn’t care if others are in the room but they better not LOOK at you. That’s the rule.

- [ ] Will use you until he’s done - especially if you fight him. But he’s going to make sure you crave him and his touch/pleasure.

- [ ] Rough with you, you will have his marks on your body at all times be it scratch’s or bites and bruises. (Might make a special mark - maybe his initials)

- [ ] Going to keep you open and wet for him for when he needs you. Loves you cock drunk and mindless. Uses you as stress relief too after a hard day/fight

- [ ] Would absolutely baby trap you.

- [ ] If he wanted to really play with you, he’d capture you, fuck you, and release you with his cum still filling you (he’s going to be near by don’t worry). He will do this many times until all you can dream about is him/his touch. (Yes he could just keep you but he wants to mentally mess with you - make you crave the pleasure he forces on you)

- [ ] In that same category- will spike your food/drink and will fuck you into his shape. You’ll wake thinking you had some erotic dream but in reality he had genuinely claimed you.

- [ ] Will stalk the fuck out of you, you’ll catch him out of the corner of your eye because he WANTS you to. Wants to smell your fear a little because it excites him.

- [ ] Will make you walk around with his cum on your skin/In you - you WILL smell like his.

- [ ] Will get you anything you need but takes his payment from your body/pleasure. (Publicly too)

- [ ] You will wear the things he picks for you, some for his eyes only. Be it body jewelry or sexy items. When you’re in public you wear his favorite colors on you or the things he adorns you with.

- [ ] Fighting him is useless and only eggs him on - push him too much though and he WILL assert his power over you. You won’t be moving anywhere and will feel his ‘punishment’

- [ ] Mentally/emotionally will make it so you are so far gone on him and dependent on him you don’t even consider escaping anymore.

- [ ] Because while he’s dominant and forceful he adds enough sweetness to keep you addicted to him. Yes, he will take care of you and your basic needs and even provide good after care. You are his mate at the end of the day.

- [ ] You sleep with him every night - snug against his body. (If he hasn’t stolen you away he’s definitely sneaking into your bed)

- [ ] Regularly uses his clones not only to monitor you but to keep you ready for him. Might play punishment games if you cum while being touched by a clone.

- [ ] If someone tries to help you escape you’re going to be given their head as a trophy.

- [ ] If someone tries to take you from him, he’s going to level mountains.

- [ ] Might test you to see if you will try to escape….punishments as consequences.

- [ ] Will protect you with everything he has and any children you give him.

- [ ] Depending on the situation is suspicious if you returning affection - but if he sees it’s genuine he’s going to be smug as fuck and also very vulnerable about it but won’t show that.

[harumasa-wifey]

You asked for Harumasa requests. I've been summoned.

I'm thinking how would Haru be with a reader/SO who has a chronic illness, like i have asthma and seeing him asking for so many sick days to the point others don't believe him brought memories 😔

He gives me babygirl vibes ✨ And if he was sick he would probably be clingy and his SO would have to play nurse for the day. But what would he be like if the tables turned?? Would he return the favor or if he's sick too (assuming he is, from his character demo vid) would he and his SO just wallow in misery together?

(That and also winter really f me up and my asthma has been acting up for the past two weeks so, totally not me projecting here...🫠)

Harumasa x Sick! Reader

Warning: none

Note: i had to research asthma symptoms and cure lmao like what you mean it's never 100% cured i had my hopes up for nothing. I hope you are doing well anon take care of yourself.

You are his personal nurse of the day everytime he is sick.

Minor cold? He is doing a dramatic cry in your arms saying his one year of life is getting taken away from him

Shower him with love and care take care of his medicine and diet yes it's all on you

He is very happy you help him a lot to get better even if it's a cold or stomach ache or any other symptoms from his daily medication

Even half of his leave application is filled by you now.

He notices your shortness of breath and coughing and he is genuinely concerned.

He isn't afraid to switch roles he can take care of his SO especially at times like this.

He is familiar with medication and stuff he knows that it's your asthma acting up worse in winters.

He will personally file out a leave application for you and his of course who's gonna take care of you ( that's what he said to yanagi)

He is ready to be your personal nurse ( anything for a leave) but not just that he is worried about you.

He will remind you of your medicine in time.

Spend the entire day with you so you'd feel better tomorrow and keep you warm.

Cuddles are a must in this situation

( listen now IDK if he can cook well or not but for the sake of this let's say he can i mean he lives alone no?)

I will hc him as a good cook not the best but certainly good.

He remembers to keep the room warm while turning on the heater.

He has read some things about your sickness and might make you some tea to drink accordingly

Nothing better in winter to keep you warm right?

Then he will just cuddle up with you sleeping the day away

After all that medicine he takes he is very sleepy.

When you both are sick? Oh well sick buddies stay together in the bed cuddled up.

You two indeed wallow in misery together till you both get better.

[cozzzynook]

Adding onto Earthspark Prowlbee since its so rare

As the weeks went on Bumblebee couldn't help but feel content all the stress of being a mentor to the Terrans or what ever plan Optimus had to try and get them back home, none of that mattered when ever he was by Prowl's side. Said mech was currently recharging next to Bee with a peaceful expression on his face while softly snoring.

Despite wanting to stay in berth a little longer and snuggle, Bumblebee had some early morning chores to do. With a quick huff the yellow mech hoped off the berth and made his way out the hab and into the main hallway. After a couple of sleepy steps Bee found himself inside the mess hall while sluggishly grabbing a cube of fuel before sitting down at a table. Despite the lack of stress Bee still felt horrible due to early mornings however today was a little worse .

"Up already?" Elita hummed as she took a sip from her cube. "Did Prime want you to scout out another old base, again?"

Bumblebee gave a warm smile as he greeted Elita. "No, I wanted to take an early drive before heading to the Malto's farm. The Tarrens wanted me to take them exploring"

"That sounds fun" Elita smiled warmly before narrowing her optics for a moment. A soft hum rumbled in her chest as she studied Bumblebee a little closer. "Though I should think you should head to the bay first before you leave"

"Huh, why do you say that?" Puzzled the yellow mech raised a brow while one door wing flicked uncommittable.

Giving her best 'Mom Glare' the Terrens would put it, Elita would gently press her free servo onto Bee's helm checking the mech's temperature. "You just seem off today, but you're not warm or cold so that rules out a virus"

"Greeaaat" Bee rolled his optics as he finished off his cube "I'll quickly stop by but I don't feel too 'off' "

"I mean it Bumblebee, I know very well how much you and Prime like to try and avoid your mandatory health checks"

Letting out a nervous chuckle Bumblebee quickly got his pedes and made his way to the bay, the sooner he got this over with the sooner he can get Elita off his back.

Prowl woke from recharge to the sound of his comm going off, with a groggy sigh he sat up and answered with a sleepy sigh. "Who is it?"

"Prowler... uhm sorry to wake you up" On the other side of the line soft shaky vents escaped from Bumblebee's voice. "I-I really need to tell you something..."

Snapping to his senses, Prowl was already halfway out of the berth and was only mere seconds away from running out of the hab. "What's wrong?"

"I'll be blunt with you..." Another sigh "I may or may not be sparked" For a few long minutes the comm line was silent already adding to the amounting anxiety Bee was already feeling. Flicking his door wings Bumblebee checked the line's connection before speaking. "Prowl, you there?"

Without warning the med bay door swung opened quickly followed by a very panicked Prowl rushing to the yellow mech's side. "Are you serious? Are you really sparked?" Gentle servos quickly found themselves pulling Bee closer to his frame.

"Yeah, I mean the sparkling is only the size of a ping-pong ball right now but yes I'm sparked" A soft chuckle found itself escaping Bumblebee as he softly gazed up at Prowl.

"And I thought we were going to take things slow at first" Prowl joked as he already began to place little kisses on Bee's cheek and helm. "Does anyone else know?"

Bee shook his helm before leaning up to place his own kisses. "No just you right now and Wheeljack" A soft hum rumbled in his chest as he felt servos carefully pet his door wings.

"Good, I just want it to be us right now and not have Optimus venting down my neck more than he already is" Another short chuckle followed after as Prowl continued to lazily pet his mech-friend's door wings. The threat of falling back into recharge was slowly getting closer as soft purrs escaped them both. "Want me to cover your shift, little Bee?"

"Mm, Sure. I'd doubt Jackie will let me leave the base anyway, not until he's given me the all clear" Lazily smiling Bumblebee pulled away from the hug only to place a gentle peck on his partner's nose. "And please don't be too aloof with the Tarrens, they can and will come up with every possible theory to why you act like that"

"Hehe, I promise"

"Love you, Prowler"

"And I love you too, Little Bee"

Kfkfoaoofjfowo AAHHHH I LOVE THIS!!!!!

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p3[manjiro x reader]

p1 | p2

A/N: i hopee u guys like this chapter! thank you so much for the support on the last two chs. hope this is as enjoyable :33, comments, reblogs n likes r much appreciated!!<3

CREDITS FOR THE ART ON THE BANNER ALSO, @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe, all credits to them for the idea of making one of y/ns music bandmates be someone in the gang i hope i did it justice! (thank you, we all say in unison)

baji pulled out the restaurant table chair and slumped on it with a long sigh. kazutora huffed "long day?" "jeez. you have no idea. i seriously should've prioritized my studies back when we were teens. this shit is so hard and everyone else is doing way better than me! i have to work like, 10 times harder than everyone else" "well, you're improving right? that's all that matters. don't compare yourself to others..." chifuyu responds, baji chews the inside of his cheek, "whatever. let's just enjoy for a bit yeah? what are you guys ordering?"

__ chifuyu speaks up, "how have you guys been? we honestly need to catch up like this more often" kazutora nods and sighs "it's been fine," he rested his head on his palm, "i met this girl a few months ago-" "ooh! you like her?" "god! no, baji would you let me finish?" kazutora huffs childishly, "i ran into her when she was getting her jacket altered from mitsuya, somehow we all started talking and turns out that she's trying to do some music thing alongside college. after meeting up a few times after that," he pauses to take a bite out of his fries, "we decided to work together to start a music course-slash-band thing, i mean, it's nothing much right now, i'm still working at XJ land and obviously i will be for a while," he turns to chifuyu "but this shit seems pretty promising" he pauses "we'll do covers and upload them online, we'll take commissions, y'know, do gigs and also teach."

chifuyu smiles warmly "that sounds great, you guys should play for us sometime" baji snorted, "at least you won't be blasting your dumbass guitar and bass in the apartment anymore" he paused, "but in all seriousness, i'm happy for you dude. i'm glad your pursuing this"

__

becoming friends with draken and emma came with a lot of benefits. firstly, you found yourself being more social than before. somehow, they had an incredibly huge friend circle, it intimidated you at first but over time and over hangouts, you'd gotten used to all of them and they all seemed to like you quite a bit thankfully. you had the chance of getting to meet hina and takemitchi properly, who were so heartwarming and wonderful. they were super cute together.

they certainly made you feel single though.

your prospects in relationships were never very great - in all honesty, it would be great to have a partner - you quickly push the idea, though, in favour of kickstarting your music business.

__

"we're going out for dinner with everyone today, right?" draken spoke as he yawned, "mhmm! you think we should invite y/n? they already met.. hina.. mikey and takemitchi, they all got along so well so maybe?… i feel like they'd fit right in. i'll ask the others first too though" emma said as she stretched her sleepiness away. "yeah sure, that sounds good" draken responded. __

emma: hi guyss

kazutora: sup

chifuyu: yoo

emma: would it be alright if a friend tagged along today? they're pretty cool and i think you'd all get along well

baji: sure why not

baji: i haven't made a new friend since high school 💀 college is eating up all my time i swear

mitsuya: sounds cool!

hina: me and mitchi met them recently! super chill

hina: can't wait for tn! its been a while since we all got together! __

emma: hey y/n!! ru free tonight?

y/n: oh! yeah i think so

emma: would you wanna come to dinner with us? a few of our other friends will be there too!

_

you stare at your phone for a few seconds and consider the offer. it was undoubtedly thoughtful but you found yourself hesitating. meeting new people was always a rather daunting task, and you'd developed a certain feeling towards this group of people. everyone was so amicable and enjoyable to be around that you hoped that you were the same to them. 'what if i embarrass myself?' 'what if i'm too awkward?' worries and anxieties plagued your mind.

but you needed to take this risk. moving into a new place and finding a long term friend group wasn't an easy task. why miss out on this opportunity?w

_

y/n: sure, sounds good, what time?

_

the evening rolled around, you got ready and met up with draken, emma and mikey. "ready to go?"emma asked you, you nod in response, still feeling slightly nervous. the four of you got in the car, draken and emma sitting in front and you and mikey in the back.

"actually ah, i'm slightly nervous" you chuckle, the anxiousness in your voice was more prominent that you'd have liked it to be, "i always get like this while meeting new people," "awh! don't worry, you'll get along just fine, everyone will like you for sure," emma reassured you. you glance out of the car window and watch the scenery speed by. mikey eyes you curiously, a part of him hoping you'd turn your head and talk to him instead.

_

the four of you get out of the car, seemingly having arrived early. you all settle down at the table and chat for a bit. mikey huffs in a childish manner and it interrupts your train of thought, "everything okay?" you tilt your head towards him, "fine, just cold. stupid.. dumb air con.." he pouted and mumbled. you pause, shrug off your jacket and place it over his shoulders. "that better?" his cheeks blossomed into a noticably adorable pink colour, "you didn't have to.." he muttered but didn't take it off. draken and emma share a knowing glance as she smirks smugly. "cute" emma chuckes, "huh?!" "i've never seen you act like this mikey," draken snorts.

before mikey can defend himself the others arrive.

you lean over to introduce yourself, a taller guy with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail holds the door open for a few others, 'why the hell are all these people so tall.. it's ridiculous' you think. you see hina, and takemitchi walk in, then suddenly, your brain malfunctions.

"KAZUTORA?!"

"Y/N?"

"MITSUYA??"

"Y/N???"

"YOU GUYS KNOW EACH OTHER?!"

"you- wait.. i.."

"SHE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR?!"

"SHE'S THE ONE THAT WORKS WITH YOU GUYS???"

hina interrupts the chaos "hey! guys, sit down first don't yell in the restaurant! jeez.." you stare in slight awe as the others glance at you in slight confusion and curiousity. "small world huh?" mitsuya chuckles, somehow the most composed out of everyone, "okay! i need an explaination right now" emma interjects, "we..- well they're the friends i uh, i'm working with on the music centre and band" "ohhh" everyone says in unison.

your brain feels fuzzy from slight shock and happiness. what a pleasnt coincidence. "baji, chifuyu, meet y/n, y/n, meet baji and chifuyu". you give them a small smile "it's nice to meet you both!" "sup!" "nice to meet you too!". after everyone exchanged pleasantries, you all sit down and order. mitsuya smirked and stared at mikey, "that's y/n's jacket, no? the one i altered," "oh- oh, yeah. well, he said he was cold.. so..". mitsuya smirked, "sure, yeah" __

"ah.." kazutora laughs heartily, "this is great! i was just going to introduce you, y'know?" you smile sheepishly, you never expected things would turn out this way. any anxiety you felt before coming was mostly quelled.

the converstion went on, you learned about chifuyu's pet shop, you knew kazutora had a part-time but you found it amusingly sweet that he worked with animals. you wished baji the best of luck as a veterinarian. you could only imagine the workload he has till he graduates.

you learned a lot about all your newfound friends. it felt warm. really warm. you glanced at mikey a few times and he met your gaze. he smiled contently. it was a look you liked. "you know, you should smile more" "really?" "yeah, it suits you, you know, you're mostly always wearing that pout. you look happy. that's nice" his grin softened into a more sincere smile. "okay. i'll smile more. it won't be too hard though, you'll see it often, cause you make me smile". you chuckle brightly in response, "that's so cheesy!" "shut up.." everything felt so sweet.

you learned about their gang and childhood. mikey reminisced about it in an excited, animated manner, and their eyes lit up. they were all clearly so passionate about it. an air of nostalgia laid heavy, you were never a part of these memories, but in the vivd manner in which they described it, you might as well have been.

after a few drinks, the conversation shifted back to the music centre. "so, you know, you guys barely gave us any details about the thing you're doing! and i'm only now finding out that you guys know each other?" emma whined, "i need to know more, c'mon!" her face was flushed slightly from the alcohol. your mood heightens. you loved talking about it. "kazutora's our bassist and also guitarist, mitsuya does vocals, well, you already know that i do guitar but on the occasion i play drums." kazutora grinned "i'm really excited to finally start playing together, y'know? i don't know if it's sustainable income but, it's fucking fun" "i'll be teaching as well anyways and i'm still getting a degree so i have that going.." you respond. "we rented a studio. we should all practice this weekend, yeah?" mitsuya asks, "sure. sounds great"

"you guys gotta play something for us" baji said. "hell yeah!" kazutora responded enthusiastically, "c'mon, guys, c'mon let's make a toast" "toast to what?" "to.. new adventures and.." mikey glanced at you "to new friendships", chifuyu whooped and the sound of clinking of glasses filled the air.

baji, chifuyu and kazutora booked a cab to their apartment, chifuyu was slumped onto baji and remained fairly incoherent. you hoped that his hangover tomorrow wouldn't be severe. mikey was of a similar state, face flushed and a dazed expression with glossed over eyes. he seemed clingier than usual. hina and takemitchi dropped off mitsuya. the four of you got back in emma's car.

mikey's head lolled to the side, almost, just almost resting on your shoulder, you feel the need to resist the urge to shift slightly closer so his head falls completely on your shoulder. ultimately you didn't need to do anything because he moved anyways. closer than you would've expected. your arms touched and you felt your face heat up.

you figure he wouldn't mind and wrap your arm around his shoulder. he hums contently at the warmth and the comfortable weight. you cant help but smile at the sight.

emma glances at the pair from the rear view mirror and a soft expression falls on her face. it was about time mikey found someone he could be completely and wholly vulnerable with.

'emma'll wake me up when we reach home' you think, as you shut your eyes too, and lean your head on his.

__ tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @bowloficecubes @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe extra notes: i wish i could've expanded on hina and takemitchi more tbh! might make a game night chapter next.. not 100% sure though. if you guys have any ideas do drop them in the comments!

i know this is supposed to be a mikey x reader fic but i really wanted to expand on the platonic relationships b/n reader and everyone else. i feel like that's something that a lot of x reader fics lack, (totally not that it's a bad thing!! many x reader fics that are isolated to the character n reader are great!! ) but i did want to give my two cents on these relationships and improve my writing!

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 22

Werpanther! Billy Russo x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. Pool sex, and a sprinkle of a dominance kink. There is also actual plot I'm not insane.

A/N: I'm in so much pain right now.

You move up to him quietly, a gentle hand to the smooth skin of his back.

He turns his head to face you, eyes still closed, a sleepy smile curving onto his mouth.

You kneel in front of him, your fingers moving up to delve into his hair, hearing him groan makes you smile.

You stay there like that for a while, memorising the feel of his soft hair, the bristle of his beard along the backs of your fingers, and when you feel like you’re about to burst, you finally open your mouth to speak.

And then you pause, what if he just denied it? This was probably a big secret for him, something he might not be ready to reveal to you.

Should you wait?

Could you? Knowing what you know now, could you honestly remain quiet about it?

What would be the harm in keeping what you know to yourself?

You can’t decide on what to do, but you know you at least have to try now, or else it would affect the way you acted around him.

If he denied it, you would just let it go.

“Billy?” You finally say, soft and calm so that he gets an idea of how not upset you are.

His eyes remain closed, but his eyebrows raise as he makes a sound of inquiry at the back of his throat.

You study his gorgeous sleepy face, still not completely sure you want to speak.

“I know your secret.” You rush out.

Surprisingly, he makes a sound of amusement, a short laugh that has you questioning yourself.

“What secret is that, sweetheart?” He asks huskily, his low voice barely above a whisper.

You rub your fingers against his stubbled jawline.

“That you’re… the panther.”

His eyes open.

His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, turning his head to get a better look at you.

“What?”

You bite down on your lip for a long second.

“I know- I know that you’re the panther.”

He sits up, confusion fraught in his eyes. It makes you feel a little crazy. Was there any chance that you could be wrong? What if you had dreamt the panther coming to you? What if you were going insane from stress?

“I’m not sure what you mean. Is this code for something?” He remains calm, reaching for your kneeled form to bring you to sit beside him.

“It’s you. It has to be. When I first told you about the panther in the woods, you never- you never questioned me or tried to tell me that it was impossible. You knew, because it was you.”

“The panther that saved you? It’s not impossible, someone could have smuggled an exotic pet into the state, it’s rare, but not impossible.”

“N-no, it wasn’t an animal, it was a person, it was you.”

“Me?” He says incredulously.

You feel like you’re going insane. You close your eyes, gathering your thoughts.

“I get it,” You say calmly, “It’s something you probably never planned to tell me. And I don’t mean to try to force a confession out of you. I guess I’m here if you ever want to talk about… anything you want to talk to me about.”

You look up at him, hoping to earn some sympathy with your soft expression.

You watch the crease between his eyebrows smoothen out, he reaches out to cup your face in his hands.

“I appreciate the invitation.” He murmurs softly, leaning in, his lips brush yours, a slight tease before he presses his mouth fully to yours.

Like every time before, sparks explode in your head.

You sigh into his mouth, tension leaching from your shoulders.

You weren't sure if it was an admission or not, or if he was merely entertaining your accusation to keep you calm, but all of it is washed from your mind at the first touch of his tongue to yours.

God, he kissed like sin, wicked and delectable, threatening to devour you with the very mouth you adored.

You brace your hand behind you for support, to help you press your body more securely to his, his hand against the back of your neck, encouraging you to get as close as you can get.

He makes a small sound, as if he wants to say something, and you part your mouth from his to hear him speak.

“Sure about this?” He checks in.

“You have to ask?” You tease, leaning in to kiss the spot right below his ear.

He groans, tilting his head to give you space.

“I like hearing you say it.” He explains.

You grin into his neck feeling the need to worsen his desire for you.

“Yeah, Billy?” You tease right at the base of his ear, your voice light and flirtatious, “You like hearing me beg? Telling you how badly I want you to bend me over the nearest thing, and fill me with your cock?”

You sigh, kissing his skin, feeling him tug at your hips until you’re sitting in his lap.

“Just thinking about you makes me so wet, I can’t stop thinking about how right you feel when you’re inside me.”

He makes a low sound of frustration, before he grips your ass, rising to a stand.

You gasp, hands wrapping around his shoulders in surprise, your legs doing the same to keep you steady.

You want to ask so many things, like where, and how, as he approaches the door, you wonder what’s the likelihood of him tumbling down the stairs with you in his arms.

He manages to keep you steady with one of his hands, using the other to bring your lips back to his.

“-See, this is what I mean,” You pull back to say to him mid-kiss, “There's no human way you can be holding all of my weight with one hand and going down stairs.”

He laughs.

“I was in the marines, sweetheart, I've carried heavier for longer.”

You groan, frustrated at his lack of admission, leaning in to kiss him more.

At the bottom of the stairs, you're surprised when he doesn't stop at his bed.

“Where're we going?” You ask softly, kissing at his neck and collarbones as he walks, rubbing your body against his happily, after a moment, you tug the shirt of his you were wearing off your body so that you can feel his skin.

“Pool.” He answers, “Been wanting to fuck you in there for a while.”

It makes you giggle, gazing your teeth against his skin, listening to him grunt in pleasure.

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A soft cry of bliss leaves your mouth, your head tips back against his chest.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he hums, kissing your cheek, “Take me deep like a good girl.”

His words only make you whimper more.

Your hands grip the pool's edge, he's right behind you, one hand plucking at your nipple below the surface of the water, his other hand sliding over your stomach on its way down to most likely touch your clit.

The room is dark, with only the auxiliary lights on, a soft atmosphere all around you.

You say his name, a broken moan as he just keeps filling you, rocking himself deep, taking your thoughts away with each glide of his cock.

You shudder when his fingers finally touch your clit, gentle, almost featherlight, you move one hand from gripping the edge of the pool to delve it into his wet hair.

He breathes roughly against your cheek, tongue darting out to caress the shell of your ear.

“Do you want to come on my cock?” He asks sweetly, tormenting you.

You sigh, nodding vigorously.

“Words.” He scolds.

“Please- make me come.” You beg.

“Is that all you want?” He pushes.

You fight to find sanity enough to respond to him.

“N-no. Want- to feel you come in me too, I want, oh god, I want you.”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“Me?”

“Uh-huh, all of you, everything, please.”

He growls, his both hands move to grip your hips, fingers pressing into your soft flesh, telling you everything you need to know about what he's going to do.

“Hold on.” He says, but you're not really sure where he wants you to hold, and you don't really get a chance to think about it before he pulls you down on his cock while simultaneously pressing up into you. The result is a sensation so full it reaches up to your throat.

The groan that leaves you is uncontrollable, and then he does it again, and again, a small, delicious seed of aching when he fills you to the very brim, your cervix no doubt protesting his length. It's completely overshadowed by the pleasure, the way your body tingles from the tips of your ears to your toes, you shiver, his breathing and the sound of sloshing water in your ears, your shared sounds of pleasure fill the room.

You grip his hair, tugging at his wet strands, toes curling beneath the surface of the water.

It comes slowly, but violently, even the feeling of being on edge makes you mindless. Your body trembles as he keeps going, filling you immeasurably from the inside, promising that this would not be the only time you feel this way.

Your body tenses, clenching around him, your hand curls tighter into his hair, your eyelashes flutter.

A low sound leaves his chest, you can almost feel the vibration of it on your back, a pure, unrestrained sound of desire, downright animalistic in its undertone, pushing you over the edge.

Your body trembles as you feel your center clench tightly around him, your body shaking as your vision darkens, pleasure erupting in your head, spilling past your lips in mindless pants and whines.

You can feel his entire length with the way you squeeze him, and after a few moments, your orgasm triggers his, and his warm cum spills into you, deep, right against that primal spot inside of you that aches for it.

You try to move, to slip off of him, but his hands grip your hips tighter, keeping you in place. When you turn to him for an explanation, he simply pulls you into a slow kiss.

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He tries to keep you still on his cock, despite your restlessness, his instinct to stay inside of you for a few minutes after he's come overrules his body. You're aching, he can tell, and if he were more predator than man, he would bite your neck to keep you still while his seed takes.

You're soft and sweet and unbelievably human, his kiss distracting you from moving too much while he continues to fill you, everything about him is fixed around you in these small moments.

It's a little easy to keep you distracted, that spaced out look in your eyes makes you more suggestive to his whims, and you go pliant, kissing him softly while he waits for his body to be okay outside of yours.

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You were growing to learn the things Billy liked about sex, things that made him lose control, things that he always did. For one, he loved hearing you ask for it. You could feel his cock jump in response sometimes when you gave him your explicit consent. It wasn't something you'd encountered before- but there was not much about him you had ever experienced with other men. He was special, in so many ways. The second thing was his desire to stay inside of you each time he came. Each time he filled you up, he held you still on his cock for minutes after. It was strange, But definitely not unwelcome. You thoroughly enjoyed the way he would hold you still, always wanting to squirm a little bit just so he would use force to still you, or find a way to distract you from noticing he was still inside you.

As he kisses you now, you stumble over the thought of, what if it was a panther thing?

He'd denied being the panther, but the things you'd seen- you knew it had to be him.

You draw back, looking over your shoulder, into his eyes for a moment, smiling up at him as your noses brush. It had to be him, it made perfect sense, he'd been trying to protect you this whole time, maybe even from himself.

Your heart warms, something endearing fills you. He was probably afraid to show you who he was, maybe even afraid of your rejection of him.

You needed to show him, that you would never turn away.

Smiling deeper, you tilt your head up.

“You've got a lot of endurance. We've been going at it for a while.”

He hums.

“Tired?” He asks, “If you can't take anymore, just say the word and I'll stop.”

You grin, shaking your head.

“I'm just saying- people don't usually… go for as long as you do, based on common knowledge. It's almost, dare I say, supernatural.”

There's a short pause, before he lets out an amused laugh, the sound sending shivers through you, making you clench around his cock that was still buried deep inside of you.

“I'm very flattered, sweetheart, but I shouldn't get all the credit, you literally make me so hard I can barely think straight.”

“Really?” You say in amused disbelief.

“Course,” he hums, “The way you look at me, the way you act, the way you talk to me- literally drives me fucking insane, and your body- fuck I love your body so much.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief that this was the way he was spinning this.

“You don't believe me?” He asks, misinterpreting your laugh, one hand raising from your hip to run over your stomach, he huffs, blunt nails scraping at your ribs below the water.

“You're so- fucking soft, sweetheart. All I can think about is how badly I want you.”

Your breath hitches turning to look at him.

He smiles down at you, before you feel him tug you gently off his cock. You gasp in surprise when he spins you, and lifts you effortlessly onto the pool’s edge.

“Spread your legs, I want to see my cum drip out of you.”

Your mouth parting in shock, You do what he says without thinking.

You watch him, as he watches you with rapt attention, you feel his cum begin to slowly slip out, you clench to stop it from happening, but it's a little too late.

His eyes darken as he looks between your legs, and then remains dark when he looks up to meet your eyes.

He approaches you slowly, hands pressed to either side of you, his arms flex deliciously as he pushes himself slowly out of the pool, until he's at eye level with you.

You inch backwards, giving him space to climb out, his eyes are so dark, and predatory, fixed on you.

“Alexa,” he says out of nowhere, “moderate rain, please.”

Your mouth drops open as rain begins pattering over your naked skin.

He studies you, inching closer, grinning when he finally towers over you, water cascading down his skin in haphazard rivulets.

“If you let me,” he hums lowly, “I would fuck you on every inch of this house without break, just to feel the way you squeeze my cock when you come all over me.”

With shaky breath, you can only find one word.

“Please.”

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He'll never get enough. He knows it for sure now. He kisses gently at the soft curve of your thigh while you sleep, your sweet body exhausted from how many times and how many positions he'd made you come in. He reaches up to your hips, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he notes the beginning of a light bruise from him gripping you tightly. He makes a note to get you some ice for it later. He smiles as he rubs his cheek to the soft of your stomach, his own back littered with scratches from your nails, body still swimming in pleasure.

He rises, giving a satisfying stretch, wanting to continue kissing you, but knowing you'll wake up soon and be very hungry. He places one final kiss to your forehead, before tugging on some clothes to start preparing an early dinner.

He's calmly freaking out about the fact that you know he's the predator now, he knows his act of denial isn't fooling you, he's not sure how you came to discover his secret, or how far you plan to push him in your efforts to discover the truth.

He knows that if he really wanted to, he could deny it vehemently, call you crazy, gaslight you into thinking that you'd made it all up- but that would make you hate him, and Billy couldn't bear the thought.

He couldn't come clean either- the more you knew- the more likely it was that you could get hurt.

His best option would be to avoid the topic altogether, switch directions any time you brought it up. He knew though, the first sign of you pulling away from him because of his avoidance would make him crumble.

It would kill him to hurt you.

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When you wake an hour later, you grab the first thing you can find- a washed out t-shirt of his- slipping it on with a lazy yawn.

You grin when you remember the last 24 hours, the way you went at each other until you were nothing more than sated and exhausted bodies.

You can hear him in the kitchen, moving around, the smell of something delicious and garlic infused wafting through his apartment.

When you catch sight of him, you can't help the smile that pulls onto your face. In an old shirt, similar to the one you were wearing and a pair of sweatpants, he turns when he hears you approach.

“Good evening, sweetheart. How was your nap?”

You hum, smiling.

“Soo good.” You breathe, reaching out to slip an arm around his body, tilting your head and rising onto your toes for a kiss.

He obliges, soft and warm, he presses his lips to yours easily, laughing into your mouth when you don't seem to want to let go.

“What're you making?” You ask, between kisses.

“Honey glazed salmon.” He answers into your mouth.

You hum.

“Excellent meal for cats.” You tease.

There's a small pause before he lets out a low laugh, smacking the cheek of your ass gently in warning.

“Only the best for my favourite pussy.” He jabs back.

You try to ignore the pleasure that goes through your body as he spanks you. It's too gentle to give you a big reaction… but the idea of it…. the possibilities make you shiver.

You can't squash the smile on your face, the happiness you feel as you lean against him, it's the best feeling in the world, to be with him, there’s nothing that compares to it, like everything has been to get you here, beside him.

He says something, and you smile up at him, turning your head to watch him flip the salmon.

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You're lying down, looking up at the sky. The trees surround your field of view, swaying in the breeze.

You let out a slow breath, relaxed, you turn your head to see that you're lying in a field filled with flowers.

“There you are,” a voice comes from somewhere in the distance, you turn your head the other way to see him slowly approaching. When he gets to the spot you're in, he takes his time sitting beside you.

“I've been looking for you everywhere.”

You wait patiently for him to look over at you. His eyes are dark, nervous, you feel the need to soothe him, dressed in a white shirt tucked into his pants, you notice there are no shoes on either of your feet.

“You found me.” You answer.

He blinks, some of the worry leaves him as he gives you a lazy smile.

“I did.”

He leans over you, a kiss to your cheek, one beside your ear.

“Now I have to figure out how to keep you.” He whispers, and your breath hitches, a slow burn working its way down your body.

“Keep me?” You ask softly, turning to meet his gaze, “Am I worth it?”

He blinks, A look of confusion spreads across his face for the smallest of seconds before he's smiling again.

He leans in, kissing your cheek, your neck, trailing a path over your shoulder. You find yourself tilting your head, allowing him the space to continue.

He pauses, right at the juncture between your neck and shoulders, hesitating before he speaks.

“Nothing on earth could stand against how badly I want you. From the second I found out you were real, I have been bleeding for you. It’s me, who can't hope to be worthy of you.”

You sigh, running your hands through his hair, admiring the way it feels catching on your fingers.

“Do you have a plan then? I know your secret. Would you lose me to keep it?”

He raises his head, meets your eyes, you bring your hand down to cup his jaw, lost in the haziness of the dream.

“I know your secret,” You emphasize, “I saw your teeth with my own eyes, you can’t hide from me, you can only lie.”

He blinks, parts his lips to speak.

You jerk awake when your phone makes a loud alarming sound.

He wakes at the same time you do, his body warm against yours, you reach for your phone as the notification continues to sound.

Your eyes hurt, forcing yourself to look at the screen, to read the words and try to figure out exactly why you’d gotten this alarm.

You grunt angrily, tossing the sheets back and stumbling out of bed.

“You have a security breach.” You grumble, leaving him in search of your laptop.

It’s hard to focus but you force yourself to, settling at his kitchen counter, opening your laptop and logging into the VPN that gives you access to his server.

You keep trying to wake yourself up as you log into the base software of his system, waiting patiently to see what’s going on.

Billy stands on the other side of the counter, looking a little concerned from his place across from you.

“They’re in the system. I can see the files they’ve accessed.” You mumble sleepily, “They’re downloading Project Medusa.” You glance up at him over the screen of your computer, watching as he reaches for his phone.

“Wait,” You call out to him, distracted by your computer, “Don’t call anyone yet, I’m going to trojan horse them.”

You embed malware into the folder as it’s being saved, turning your head to watch him come around to your side, looking into your computer screen, trying to see what you see.

“Medusa is a recon mission we set up for the government. We’re providing security at events they infiltrate in case things go south as an added layer of protection.”

“Why Medusa?”

He gives a little shake of his head.

“Case names are random, we’re not going to name them something that gives away the mission.”

“Then you have a leak.” You murmur, “They know what they were searching for.”

As you watch closely, you grunt in displeasure as you see the hackers attempt to download all the cases they can see, probably as an afterthought to sell the information to the highest bidder. The files they think they download are empty, you set it up that way for this exact reason, so no one person has access to everything.

“What’s happening?” He asks, and you can hear the worry in his voice. You glance up at him over your shoulder, heart tugging at the look on his face.

“Call someone you trust, tell them to do a sweep of Anvil. I can’t do anything about the information they got, but I can find them now once they open the file. If you have anyone on the field right now on this case, find a way to get them to withdraw without giving away that we know.”

He studies you for a long moment, you glance back at your computer warily, assuming that he doesn't trust what you're saying.

“I don't have time to explain, you just have to trust me. I'll have their location in a minute.”

You see him nod in his peripherals, turning away to type a number into his phone.

When the hacker opens up your file, you grin, snapping a photo of the location with your phone and sliding it across for Billy to see. You press a finger to your lips, a sign to keep whatever he'd planned to do as subtle as possible.

You get access to their system without them knowing, and you take your time, searching through bits for anything important. The system is clean though, a burner system that only has the essentials, but you have their general address, and you use that knowledge to hack something basic.

“I'm in his smartfridge.” You say, accessing the microphone built in and pulling up the audio for him to hear.

It's a little garbled at first, Billy moves to stand over your shoulder, leaning in while you activate background noise suppression to get cleaner audio.

You feel warm, almost sweaty with the level of concentration you've had to put out, heart pounding in your chest as you listen.

“-Other files are empty, she's smarter than I thought…”

You turn your head so that Billy can see you roll your eyes dramatically.

He huffs in amusement.

“-Are the agents listed there?” A deeper voice speaks.

You glance up at Billy, wondering the same question.

“They're coded,” he says, “The case handler is the only one that knows it, but it's related to their badge numbers.”

You assume if they know the code then the handler has been compromised.

“-I've got numbers, no names.”

“-No pictures either?”

It's Billy’s turn to roll his eyes.

You laugh.

“-At least we know when this is going down, and we know which Anvil guys are involved. We can set a trap.”

The other voice agrees.

“We're not going to get anything else, I think.” You murmur out loud.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “Is there a way for you to kill their systems? You mentioned it a while back, have you got it running?”

You give him a sharp grin, sharing a look of complete understanding.

You isolate the computer first, overclocking everything you can while slowing the rpm of the laptop’s fans so that the system overheats with almost no cooling.

“-Do you smell that?” One voice says, right before there's a small popping sound, followed by aggressive swearing.

You make an evil chuckle, right before corrupting everything else connected to the network. A software reload would technically fix it, but it would take time and effort to get everything working again. Your connection is interrupted, your screen going blank as there's no more information to display.

You lean back, taking in what you've just done.

“Anyone ever tell you that you're kind of hot when you’re causing trouble?” Billy asks.

“Kind of?” You say with mock surprise.

He laughs deeply, turning your body to face his so that he can lift you off your chair. You gasp, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Very.” He corrects, pulling you in for a kiss that makes your toes curl.

You gasp, lips parting for a moment, looking into his eyes, trying to read the emotions running through his head.

You hesitate, wondering if you should explain more about the events that just happened, worrying that he might blame you for not building a secure enough system.

“We should-”

He stops you with a shake of his head.

Hand cupping your cheek delicately, feeling him take a slow step.

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, you need to be rewarded.”

“Huh?”

He smiles, eyes on your lips as he moves with you in his arms effortlessly.

“You're such a good employee, sweetheart, you deserve a reward for a job well done.”

Desire tugs low in your stomach at his words. You look up at him curiously as he sets you down on his couch, a mysterious look of delight on his face.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

Fuck, you were almost dripping with the way he spoke to you, eagerly ripping off your shirt and shorts, looking up at him as your body is exposed to the cool air.

He hums, tilting his head as he looks at you.

“A very good girl, always going above and beyond to make me happy.”

God, this was turning you on more than you'd care to admit.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart, open those legs for me.”

Fuck fuck fuck, you shakily spread your knees, exposing your wet cunt to him, swallowing the desire you have in hopes that it stops you from begging.

You watch a smile pull onto his face, locked in deep appreciation, he sinks to his knees in front of you, eyes on your cunt.

“Very pretty,” he murmurs, raising a hand to calmly pet at your thigh, after a moment, he inches up until this thumb is pressed lightly to your clit.

You gasp, body eagerly melting under his touch.

“I know I'm not supposed to have favourite workers, but honestly baby, I can't deny it, you're very special to me.”

Your lips part, head hazy with pure want, you watch him take a deep breath, eyes rolling shut as he makes a deep, raw sound of appreciation from his chest.

It makes you breathe faster, the way the sound rumbles over you, making you clench.

“You're such a good girl.” He growls, before tugging your hips into his mouth.

You tremble when his lips press against you, reaching down, your fingers tangle into his hair almost immediately, back arching up, head pressing deeper into the soft velvet cushions.

He moans against you and you can feel the soft vibration on your clit.

“I'm breaking so many HR rules.” He says into your pussy and you don't know whether to laugh or pull his head back to your cunt.

You cant your hips up against his mouth, sighing happily when his tongue finally swirls over your bud.

He does something new, using the very tip of his tongue around your bud instead of directly on it, making your body burn with the superposition of pleasure.

“Oh, God, Please.” You whine desperately, squeezing your eyes shut automatically as you beg.

You feel him pause and you open your mouth to beg again before he interrupts you.

“That's not very professional, now is it, sweetheart?”

You raise your head, opening your eyes to look down at him quizzically.

“What?” You ask.

He gives you a small smile.

“You need to look at me when I'm rewarding you.”

Your mouth drops open.

You're unable to speak for a moment before catching hold of your thoughts.

“Yes… sir.”

His eyes darken, you can almost feel the energy shift in the room to something so much more heady and seductive.

He presses his face in, no longer going gently, using his tongue with purpose, gliding it over your clit easily. Your breath catches in your throat, pleasure exploding under your skin like a fire that just keeps spreading. Your body tingles, relaxes, tenses, trembles and through all of it he keeps his tongue exactly where you need it.

It's kind of embarrassing, how fast he works you up, but you're not surprised, because it's him, and he's unbelievably good at making you come.

You moan his name loudly, and he makes a sound at the back of his throat in response.

“Already there, sweetheart? You really are a good girl, hmm?”

You pant, nodding eagerly, whining when his mouth meets your wet cunt once more.

You keep your eyes on him, watches as he reaches up to gently rub his fingers against your bare nipple.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, head dropping back and he lets you without complaint, writhing on his tongue as the pleasure builds and builds until your body is begging for release.

Breathing shallow, body trembling, you can't suppress the cry you let out when you finally tip over that edge, body stiffening for a moment before moving from trembles to sharp jerks as bliss overtakes every muscle in your body.

You squeeze your eyes shut, focused on your breathing, feeling the air move in and out of you as hypersensitivity takes over.

You feel him move, lifting himself from between your thighs that had been clamped momentarily around his ears when your orgasm had hit, but were relaxed for the most part now.

He presses his hand to your cheek, smoothing away some of the hairs sticking to your face, while he studies you, his bearded chin glistening with your arousal.

You sigh, reaching nearby for your discarded shirt, offering it to him to clean himself up.

He gives you a gentle smile, accepting the shirt, wiping his face with it, before using it to clean you up as well.

When he's done, he picks you up, cradling you close as he begins walking to the bedroom you assume.

You yawn against his neck, enjoying the smell of him as it lulls you.

You're pretty sure you fall asleep before you even reach his bed.

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[radioisntdead]

Hi, I really love your stuff and you’ll definitely be seeing more of my request. But to start, Alasor x reader like Betty Boop.

I would image Alastor known (or heard of ) Betty Boop since she was released (from what I looked up) in the 1930's and Al died in 1933.

Good evening my dear! I'm so glad you like my works! And my apologies that this took forever to get out! This was meant to be a oneshot but unfortunately it got lost during my transfer, so I do hope headcanons are alright!!

Boop-Oop-a-Doop headcanons

Alastor x reader

I imagine Alastor only knows of Betty boop in passing, he's heard of her but never really cared much for her.

That was until he met you! Someone who had the fortune of being very similar to the woman! Even mimicking her boop-oop-a-doop and having very similar mannerisms.

Like this! For example, along with long ass lashes.

Now since Betty boop is a caricature of a flapper and Alastor used to visit speakeasies, safe to say he's rather fond of your aesthetics.

Much like him you maintain 1920's-30's fashion although you're more modernized then him, opting to use modern technology.

You try to get him to watch The Betty boop cartoons with you.

Sometimes he does, sometimes he throws your tv out the window or smacks it to death with his microphone

You have to admit some of the cartoons have NOT aged well.

Toon logic applies to you BIG time, I'm talking running in mid air before looking down and falling, getting smashed by a hammer and getting embedded in the ground but mostly okay

Alastor finds it very amusing, just hilarious!

Others are a little more concerned because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST FELL OFF A FUCKING CLIFF??? YOU BARELY HAVE A SCRATCH??

Also you have like these guys just following you around, kinda like Sir Pentious's egg Bois

I genuinely cannot tell if that's a goat or a dog, anyways Alastor isn't fond of them but they come with you so, what can he do??

I also imagine you sometimes dance like this

Alastor finds it rather cute, but by the grace of all things unholy HE'S TEACHING YOU HOW TO PROPERLY DANCE

We're talkin' this type of dance

Thank goodness you have toon logic because he's swinging you left and right and you're going to need to keep up!!

Good evenin' folks I do hope you enjoyed!! I'm sleepy so I'm gonna go take a nap, ALSO THE BETTY BOOP RABBIT HOLE I FELL DOWN??? SHE HAS A TIKTOK ACCOUNT???!

I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your night!

[virune]

Oh oh story prompt!

"After a rather long day, two very tired hedgehogs find out they've been sharing a secret resting place"? Hope that makes sense, just two hedgehogs being like "oi this is my isolated sleepy spot-" LMAO

Sonic was bone-tired.

Eggman had really pulled out all the stops today. Droves upon droves of badniks, all powered by a chaos emerald that the doctor had somehow managed to get his mitts on. Then, if that weren't bad enough, he'd even brought Metal Sonic along with him, if only to add insult to injury.

It was all over now, at least: with the help of his friends - Tails' smarts, Amy's perseverance, Knuckles' strength, and Rouge's cunning, the doctor's evil plot had been sufficiently brought to an end, one destroyed badnik at a time.

"Wasn't expecting you to join the party, Rouge," Sonic had told the bat, smiling at her as she dusted off her immaculate clothes.

"Well, let's just say I happened to be in the area." Rouge's replies always seemed to be intentionally cryptic, Sonic noticed. "And besides, any chance I have to knock that rotten doctor down a peg, I'll take. He's a nuisance for all of us."

"Hah! Can't argue with that." Sonic rubbed his arm, and then reached out a hand just as Rouge was about to fly off. "Wait! I - can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Big Blue." There was a twinkle in the bat's eye, one that Sonic only usually saw when Shadow was nearby. Speaking of which…

"How come Shadow wasn't with you? Is he… on a mission?"

"That's right." Rouge's eyes seemed to glitter even more, as though she could sense his disappointment. "Very important business. I'm sure you understand."

Sonic offered a smile. "Yeah."

"Why, were you hoping to see him?"

"What - I - no! I was just curious! You two are friends, aren't you?"

Rouge's hand found a place on her hip, pinning Sonic in place with a gaze that seemed to be able to find anything it ever searched for. She had always been so incredibly perceptive - especially when it came to Sonic's little… crush.

"Of course," she said, her voice smooth and nonchalant. It made his fur stand on end. "Don't sweat it, hon. I'm sure you'll get to see him soon."

Before Sonic could babble out a flustered reply, Rouge took off at last, disappearing into the darkening sky.

Wow, was it that late already? Despite his frazzled nerves, Sonic found himself feeling tired, mouth stretching open into a generous yawn. Well, since Eggman had been taken care of, surely it couldn't hurt to grab some shut-eye.

Luckily for him, he knew a nice little spot. Somewhere quiet and undisturbed. And it wasn't too far from here - at least, not at the speed he was capable of.

And so, with a final wave goodbye to his friends, Sonic vanished up the mountain in a cobalt blue streak.

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Someone was in his spot.

Even from up on the bank, Sonic couldn't miss the orange glow coming from the cabin windows, nor the smoke billowing from the chimney. It was getting darker still, and somebody had stumbled upon this place and made it their own.

But who?

This old cabin had been left, seemingly abandoned, up on a mountain. Surely nobody could find it under normal means. Sonic himself only found the cabin because he'd decided to take a detour from his usual running path, winding up the mountain until he was pushing open the door to look inside.

It was a nice little cabin, too. Nobody came back to claim it so Sonic decided to… well, make it his own little place, so to speak. He didn't have any qualms sleeping outside, but sometimes curling up in front of a warm fire was nice too. So what if he wanted to indulge himself from time to time? He thought he'd earned that at least, saving the world as often as he did, and as he continued to do.

So to discover that someone else had snuck in while he'd been distracted made him a little annoyed.

He didn't want to just barge in the front door - after all, if they were capable of scaling the mountain, Sonic couldn't underestimate whoever was inside. Was it Eggman? Had he found the cabin somehow? Had he followed Sonic there and set up a trap?

Whatever the case, Sonic had to be ready for a fight.

He approached as quietly as he could; stealth was never his forte, but if he wanted the upper hand, then he needed to be delicate. After all, he'd hate for his beloved cabin to get destroyed in an altercation. Maybe he could take down the intruder swiftly, or find some way to lure them out before they fought. Keeping the cabin intact was his main priority.

Sonic went to peek through the window, but he grit his teeth with some irritation to find that the curtains had been pulled shut. Damn. What now? The front door lacked any windows or mail slot. How could he get inside without being noticed?

He saw it then. On the second floor. An open window.

Hah! Had the intruder completely forgotten to close it? Sonic took a couple steps back and gauged the distance - he could probably climb up. A running jump would be too noisy. So, giving himself a moment to stretch, he braced himself against the bricks and began to ascend.

His fingers hurt, digging deep in the crevices between each brick, but he pushed on. The window was inches away now. He pushed himself up, brushing the windowsill with his fingertips and hoisting his body up. Slowly, silently, Sonic climbed through and into the bathroom.

It was dark. But it was also empty. A good sign. That meant he hadn't been caught yet. He closed the bathroom window behind him before he tried the door handle, opening it as carefully as he could to avoid making any sound. It was so uncharacteristic of Sonic to move this slowly, but he tried his best, because his favourite sleeping spot was in jeopardy.

He tiptoed along the carpet at the top of the stairs and peeked down over the railing to see if he could spot anything. The glow was brighter from here and he realised it was coming from the hearth in the living room. Someone was using up all the firewood! Oh, the nerve. If they weren't dangerous, maybe Sonic could convince them to leave.

The first step creaked under his weight and Sonic froze, expecting alarm bells to sound off, expecting a trap to spring, expecting badniks to swarm him. Anything. Instead, nothing happened. The fire crackled. The peace continued on.

OK, well, he wasn't in trouble yet. He still had time to figure out who the intruder was. Taking a deep breath, Sonic made his way down the rest of the stairs. He was standing near the doorway now. The living room was just around the corner. He could see the shadows of a figure dancing on the opposite wall; whoever they were, they'd made themselves pretty comfortable on the sofa.

Sonic squinted his eyes. As he focused harder, he realised that the silhouette looked vaguely familiar. They weren't moving - were they asleep? - but he couldn't deny that the stranger seemed to have quills that turned upwards at the end in a way that was so distinct, so unnatural for a hedgehog to have.

He inhaled again, and he caught the unmistakable scent of lavender in his nose.

It couldn't be.

He turned the corner at last.

"You!"

Shadow jolted upright, the book he'd apparently been engrossed in falling from his lap and thudding against the floor. His red eyes met Sonic's, burning brightly against the glow of the fire.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Shadow asked.

"What am I - what are you?" Sonic cried, incredulous. "This is my cabin!"

Shadow removed the green woollen blanket from his legs to stand up. "Don't be ridiculous. I found this cabin months ago."

Sonic balked. That couldn't be right. He found the cabin. He'd been coming here regularly for weeks - months, even!

"I don't understand. This is my favourite sleeping spot. I didn't think anyone else knew about this place…"

Shadow retrieved his book from the floor, dog-earing the page he was on and sitting back down. "That makes two of us."

"So, spill. How often do you come here?"

"Couple times a month. When I have a moment."

"So do I." Sonic stepped closer. "Listen, I had to deal with Eggman today. Rouge was there. Where were you?"

"Elsewhere," was all Shadow answered.

Sonic clenched his fists. He was always happy to see Shadow, although he'd never admit it, but he wasn't happy about this new discovery.

"Alright, well. I'm pretty tired, and I wanted to rest here tonight…"

Shadow stared at him. "So?"

"So!" Sonic fumbled, gesturing vaguely to the door. "Leave! So I can relax."

Instead of leaving, Shadow tilted his head to the side. "Why don't we both just stay here? I'm willing to tolerate it, if it's all the same to you."

Sonic's mouth snapped shut. His face was warm, and not because of the fire. Absolutely not. There's no way he could relax with Shadow, of all people, around. Especially not in such a… comfortable, domestic setting. It was too much for him. He'd rather run a hundred laps through a blizzard than cope with his stupid feelings.

A hand patted the empty spot on the sofa, breaking Sonic from his thoughts.

"Sit. I want to finish this chapter."

Sonic frowned, willing his heart to stop racing. He eased himself onto the sofa next to Shadow, staring straight ahead. For some reason he was afraid to look. Shadow was much too close.

"Rouge recommended this book to me." Shadow's voice was soft and deep and it all but made Sonic nearly jump out of his pelt. "I'm about halfway through now. She expects to hear my thoughts on it."

"Oh?" Sonic dared to look, then, if only because Shadow's attention was directed down at the book in his hands. He scooted closer, just a fraction, to see what the writing was like. The scent of lavender was much stronger now. "Is it good?"

"I'm enjoying it," Shadow admitted. Sonic caught the ghost of a smile on Shadow's face and decided that he liked it, and would very much like to see Shadow smile more often.

"Good," was all Sonic could say, quite hopelessly, as he willed himself to relax into the sofa cushion. His eyes drifted closed for just a moment, exhaustion setting in as he basked in the soothing warmth.

"Let's agree that this cabin is off-limits for fighting," Shadow said. His eyes didn't leave the book, but Sonic wasn't so sure he was actually reading anymore. "It's too nice to ruin."

Sonic's mouth suddenly felt dry, but he worked hard to get his voice back. "Y-yeah," he stammered out, feeling like an idiot. "I don't think either of us will wanna give it up, right?"

Shadow hummed in agreement. "We'll just have to compromise. That means sharing."

"Sharing," Sonic confirmed. Despite himself, he found himself smiling at the idea.

Basked in the firelight, he snuggled just a bit closer to Shadow, whose body was as warm as the fire. He could probably get used to this, he reckoned.

Before he knew it, Sonic fell asleep to the scent of lavender and an arm around his waist.