#Took a nap but I'm doing a few of these now fun fun fun

[singmyaubade]

Shades Of Cool

toxic!dark!rafe cameron x female!pogue!reader

summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.

warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..

a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expected—this is a rafe cameron fic.

series

One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.

It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,

"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.

"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.

"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.

"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"

"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.

"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.

"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.

"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.

"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.

"And when-" Pope began.

"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.

You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.

You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.

But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.

All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.

But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.

"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.

You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.

Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.

Which meant the only choice was the beach party,

JJ cheered, "I win!"

You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.

It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.

You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.

Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.

You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.

All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.

But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.

And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.

You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.

You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.

His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.

You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.

"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.

His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.

He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.

You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.

You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.

"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.

"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.

"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.

"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"

"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"

"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"

"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"

"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.

"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.

"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.

"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"

"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.

He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.

"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.

Great attempt at being a gentlemen.

"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.

"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.

"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.

He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.

The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?

"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.

"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.

You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"

He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.

Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"

"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.

"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.

He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"

Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"

He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.

Asshole.

"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"

"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.

He really believed in this bullshit.

"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.

"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.

"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.

"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.

"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.

"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.

"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.

The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.

As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.

He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.

'What an asshole,' You thought,

Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.

You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.

You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.

You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.

You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.

You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.

You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.

Sounds like how they described him.

But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.

You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.

Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.

You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,

And everything went black.

tags: @hysteriahall @avengersassemblee @lighttism @whereismymindnow @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @vi06ma01 @haven247 @vanessa-rafesgirl @blvebanisters @riordanness @aleidag1rly @muzanjackson22

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Babysitting Little Nero With Dante

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam, cuteness overload, fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

(A/N:) Finally got time to write today! Life has been so busy that it has been hard to sit down and write. But I made time today cause this needed to see the light of day! It's been swimming around my brain for like two weeks now and it was just too cute not to write! I'm still on my DMC/Dante kick! So enjoy this imagine that turned into this monster! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Naps in his chair at his desk were special to Dante. His office was his home and it was the place he could be himself more than anywhere else. So when jobs were few and far between you could find him in the Devil May Cry office napping, playing pool, or jamming to his favorite tunes. At this very moment with his feet kicked up and a magazine covering his face, Dante was sleeping his life away. Well he was until the phone started ringing startling him from sleep. Dante sat up with a snort, the magazine falling to the floor before he reached for the handset and rubbing at his sleep filled eye.

"Devil may cry," he mumbled with a yawn.

"Caught you napping didn't I," you teased from the other end. "What kind of business you running Dante."

"Babe," Dante yawned again, "I thought you were still here with me. Why are you calling?"

"Can't a girl go out on the town and have some fun while her lazy husband sleeps his life away," you giggled.

"You could have woken me up if you wanted to go somewhere," Dante replied.

"It's okay. You do have a tough job and you looked so cute sleeping in your chair I couldn't bear to wake you up. But I called you to tell you that I'm bringing home a surprise."

"Strawberry ice cream?"

You had to laugh at Dante's hopeful tone and you hated to disappoint him, "No not ice cream and not pizza either."

Dante deflated in his chair and pout pulling at his lips as he continued to press the receiver to his ear. "Then what's the point of you coming home?"

"Okay now that was just rude," you scolded. "No I wanted to let you know that I have a guest coming back with me. So I need you to put all your pointy and shooty things away. It's too dangerous leaving them in reach of our guest. So if you would be a dear, anything that can kill or maim needs to be put away. I won't be long so I'll see you in a little bit Dante."

"Babe wait," Dante scrambled to get you to answer him. "What are you...."

The other line went dead and Dante was left with the dial tone buzzing in his ear. He set the handset back in the cradle and rubbed a hand down his face. Everyone thought that he was the spontaneous one (which he was) but you had your moments, leaving Dante stunned. He rose to go do as you ask but he couldn't help but run around in circles trying to figure out what you had cooked up while he had been sleeping. Removing Rebellion from it's spot on the wall and strapping Ebony and Ivory to his back Dante set them in the bedroom before going back for the Sparda sword. He was just closing the bedroom door when he heard the office door open.

"Dante I'm home," you called as you removed your coat.

Dante couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he rounded the corner and what he saw was the last thing he ever expected. You were bent over trying to help Nero out of his coat, the little boy pouting a little bit as he took in the drabby surroundings.

"So this is the surprise," Dante asked as he stood before you before turning his gaze down to his brother's son.

"Surprise," you took Nero's hand and pressed a kiss to Dante's cheek. "Vergil called while you were asleep. I answered and he asked for help watching Nero. I agreed immediately cause Vergil sounded like he was in a little distress."

"You mean to tell me that my brother doesn't have a babysitter for his only spawn?"

You glared and Dante knew immediately that he messed up, "Excuse me? He is our nephew and I know how you feel about your brother but think for one second if we needed help with any of your kids would Vergil help."

"No," Dante retorted, "and I wouldn't ask him in the first place!"

You sighed tightening your grip on Nero's little hand. His blue eyes going back and forth as you and Dante argued.

"It's okay Nero your uncle loves you. He's just stupid," you yelled behind your shoulder and Dante replied by sticking his tongue out at you. Which you returned the gesture but you added a disappointed glare to the mix. Dante stood there for a moment interlacing his fingers together behind his head as he contemplated what just happened. Guilt began to gnaw at him as he thought back to the confused look Nero had given him. Sure Dante's relationship with Vergil was rocky at best but he shouldn't compare the kid to his father. Dante sighed and rubbed at this neck before walking where you had disappeared with Nero.

He hadn't seen Nero in awhile and Dante knew that in this moment of life was crucial for them to have a good bond later. And he didn't want to make you mad either and he could tell that you had been disappointed in him when he had said such things. So he knew that he had to do the right thing and that was apologize to both you and Nero. Stepping through the kitchen Dante noticed that you had made an improvised booster seat out of old phone books for Nero at the small kitchen table. You sat right beside him as you had laid out different coloring books, crayons, cards, and board games for you both to play. Nero focused intently on his coloring page before you asked him for a particular crayon only for him to give you one that you didn't ask for.

"Nero this isn't purple," you spoke gently not wanting to upset the boy. "This is blue."

"I know," Nero replied. "I think it would look better colored in blue."

You laughed and shook your head at the Sparda genes making themselves known, "Fair enough."

Dante cleared his throat causing two sets of eyes to stare in his direction. He scuffed his boot on the floor, "I'm sorry for the way I acted. Can I color too?"

You looked back towards Nero, "What do you think? Should we let Uncle Dante join in on all the fun?"

Nero seemed to contemplate the choice before he nodded in agreement. Dante pulled up a chair sitting on the other side of Nero at the table. You ripped out a sheet in the coloring book you were working in and handed it to Dante before tossing him a box of crayons.

"Best coloring gets to pick the movie tonight," you challenged and Nero came alive. His focus intensified and you winked to Dante who chuckled.

"So Nero," Dante finally spoke after a few seconds had passed. "How old are you now?"

"Six," Nero replied not looking up from his coloring.

"Wow! Big man huh? Do you like playing cards?"

Nero shrugged.

"Know how to play poker," Dante asked next.

"Dante," you scolded.

"What?! I was just asking," Dante pouted and you sighed.

Nero won the coloring contest so tonight he could pick out the movie you all would watch. Then you, Nero, and Dante played a few rounds of Go Fish with the deck of cards you had bought. But it was becoming apparent that the Sparda men were starting to become restless. While Nero had Vergil's DNA you could tell that he had some Dante as they both had a lot of energy to burn. A trip to the park was the perfect solution for both boys you had apparently volunteered to babysit.

"Nero would you like to go to the park," you asked after you had tidied up the mess you all had made of the kitchen table.

"I wanna go to the park," Dante shouted peeking back into the kitchen.

You laughed, "I was asking Nero. But I will take your vote under consideration."

"Yes," Nero answered nodding his head excitedly.

"To the park then," you announced before trying to keep both Nero and Dante from running out the front door.

Walking the streets of Redgrave made you wary as you weren't ignorant of the things that lived in it's shadows. You held onto Nero's hand tightly while Dante held the other hand. With Nero between you both, you wanted to keep him safe and secure. You knew how the demons felt about Sparda just from the times you had seen Dante fight against them. With Nero just being a child he was innocent and helpless against the creatures of evil. Dante seemed to sense your thoughts as he had Ebony and Ivory strapped under his coat and his blue gaze held yours. He nodded in agreement that nothing would harm either of you. But you didn't want to think about anything horrifying happening as you wanted to focus on Nero having a good time with both you and Dante.

The park wasn't overly crowded at this time of day and it made you feel better because with less bustle you could keep a better eye on Nero. It made you feel better too that Dante was on the playground with Nero. Going down the slide and helping his nephew with the monkey bars. You laughed at all the antics especially when Dante launched himself off the swings only to not stick the landing as his boots had slipped in the loose rocks. His pride more wounded than his rear, Dante sulked back to sit beside you on the bench.

"Did baby get a boo boo," you cooed ruffling his long silver hair.

"Just my pride," Dante answered. "You can kiss my boo boos better though at a later time and in private." He smirked causing your cheeks to flush.

"Naughty boy," you retorted before going back to keeping an eye on Nero.

"Hey Nero when we're done we'll go for pizza and ice cream," Dante shouted causing you to shake your head at his nephew's enthusiastic celebration. There was definitely some Dante floating around in Nero's DNA.

"And earlier you didn't wany any part of taking care of him," you glared.

"I'm looking at this with the grandparents' philosophy," Dante answered haughtily.

"And what is that philosophy oh wise Dante?"

"Load 'em up with sugar and send 'em back home," Dante grinned.

"No wonder Vergil barely tolerates you. You're not his grandpa Dante, you're Nero's uncle," you glanced away for one second to shoot at glare at your husband.

"Yeah I am," he nodded. "his one and only. Congratulations kid! Besides it's the ultimate form of telling my brother screw you than a sugar overloaded kid that refuses to go to sleep."

You shook your head, completely exasperated with your husband.

A couple play filled hours later and Nero was completely tuckered out. Dante went and got pizza and ice cream to go while you carried Nero back home. His soft breathing stirring your hair as he cuddled into the side of your neck. Your heart melted as you stroked his silver hair. So much like his father and uncle but still so different. You couldn't help but wonder what having a child with Dante would be like. He never seemed interested though. You couldn't help but wonder if the incident that had happened in his childhood had to do with it. You figured it was the main reason, but you never pushed Dante and you respected his wishes. He did the same for you as well, that's why your marriage worked so well.

Back at the Devil May Cry office, you laid Nero on the couch as you waited for Dante to get home with the food. You set up an area so Nero could eat at the coffee table in front of the TV and there would be enough room for the pizza boxes and drinks. Dante strolled in a few minutes later and you took the tubs of ice cream and showed him where to put everything else. Once he sat them down he knelt beside the sleeping Nero and starting to try to get him to wake up.

"Hey buddy," Dante shook him gently. "Foods here. It's time for you to pick a movie."

Nero stirred and you made your way back into the room with them. Nero chose Monsters Inc. and as Dante started the movie, you made Nero's plate and poured him some soda. Before the movie was over the food had been annihilated and Nero was once again passed out on the couch, though this time sporting a stylish strawberry ice cream mustache. While Dante switched off the TV you took a wet rag and cleaned Nero's face. Just as you were finishing up a knock came from the front door.

"Gotta be Verg," Dante walked to the door. "He's the only one that would knock."

Vergil was standing on the other side of the door and he looked more weary than when you had saw him earlier when you picked up Nero from him.

"Thank you for watching him," Vergil nodded at you, completely ignoring his brother.

"What? No hello kiss for your little brother," Dante teased.

"Dante," you scolded. "Don't torture your brother." You turned to Vergil after scooping Nero in your arms. "It was no trouble I enjoy having Nero around. Dante does too though he probably won't admit it."

Dante rolled his eyes while you passed the sleeping Nero to his father. Vergil nodded before he started to leave.

"Wait," Dante's voice stopped his twin cold. Dante took in his sleeping nephew's form before kissing his little forehead. "Be good kid."

With a nod from Vergil, Dante shut the door after Vergil had left. He seemed to deflate before yawning and stretching.

"Well that was fun," he bounced back quickly.

"You exhaust me," you groaned. "I'm going to bed."

Dante chased after you, scooping you up and causing you to yell.

"You promised me that you would make my boo boos feel better," Dante wiggled his brows.

"Not in a million years Sparda spawn," you pinched his cheeks before Dante deposited you onto the bed. He slammed the door shut and pounced causing you to squeal.

You squished his cheeks while forcing him away from your sensitive neck, "I love you."

Dante grinned, "I love you too. Let's take care of the little Vergil spawn more often."

"Nero," you corrected though you couldn't help but giggle. "And yes lets."

[tinylilacbun]

rafe making little reader nap cuz she got all grumpy

"Can you tell me what the hell that was back there?" Rafe asks after shutting the front door behind him rather loudly, setting down the bag of clubs as you stomp your way upstairs with your arms crossed.

You might have given him some attitude at the country club in front of his friends, which he is something he doesn’t tolerate at all, even more so when you didn’t give a reasonable explanation for your bratty behavior.

It might have to do something with the fact that you couldn’t really sleep last night, and then had to get up early because Rafe planned to go golfing with Topper and Kelce for a few days now.

He told you that you can stay home, that it will be boring for you after a while since you would mostly sit in the cart or stand close to Rafe any chance you get.

Then after lots of assuring that you’ll be an angel and not whine as long as yours there, he let you come with him.

He even suggested that you should take some stuff to entertain yourself with while he’s occupied to keep you satisfied as long as possible.

Yeah, it didn’t even last for more than an hour.

You started getting snappy, mouthing back at him and letting him know how much you didn’t like to be there, to the point that Rafe had enough and dragged you back to his truck with some half-assed excuse to Topper and Kelce.

The day was simply too long and overstimulating for you, now walking inside the bedroom and going straight to the closet to get out of your itchy clothes.

You hear the sound of Rafe‘s footsteps approaching, turning around to face his irritated gaze, pulling down the sweater you took from one of his hangers.

"You better give me a good reason why you thought that acting like a brat won’t get you in trouble." He chuckles but it wasn’t one of amusement and more of a 'i'm close to losing it'.

You simply shrug, not liking where this is going and fiddle with the end of the sweater anxiously, you don’t even really know yourself why you acted that way.

"Oh, you don’t know now? So you just thought it would be fun?" He asks taking some steps towards you, his frustration not faltering.

You shake your head, it wasn’t fun at all - not today at least, you just don’t know how to tell him what’s bothering you since he’s always the one that figures everything out.

And he does, the second you reach up to rub at your eyes and let a small yawn escape it’s like a lightbulb lights up above his head, drawing out a sigh as he finally figures out the reason for your bad mood.

"A‘ight, c‘mere." He waves you over, scooping you into his arms when you’re close enough and heads for the bed, simply shushing you when you give him a confused look. "Just relax."

He gently lays you down, sitting down on the edge next to you, running a hand through your hair, smirking when you close your eyes and sigh contently at the gesture.

"Someone just needs a nap, huh?" He points out, chuckling at the way you whine when he stops caressing your hair. "Yeah, thought so."

When he sees that your breath evens out he carefully stands up again, pulling a blanket over your body and tucks your plushie under your arm, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Sweet dreams, baby…"

[leechqnsgirl]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 ot9!andteam: comforting you when you're stressed out

notes: based off of this ask

andteam x fem!reader | wc: 3.2k | comfort, fluff | masterlist

warnings: language, kissing, reader cries, taki almost cries, yuma's teasing takes a wrong turn :( , harua's and taki's is like a reverse of this whole plot lmfaoo,

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⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ KOGA YUDAI

kei hadn't seen you in what felt like days.

the last time he spoke with you, you were venting about the amount of upcomings exams and assignments you had. and so, he tried his best to be there for you.

but...he didn't want to be too overbearing. so he also tried his best to give you space.

and with him, himself, getting caught up with work he wasn't able to speak to you.

a few short messages being sent here and there, a small phone call too. but that was it.

so when kei pulled up to your front door, your favorite snacks were in a bag.

he didn't expect for you to open the door and look so...

miserable.

"baby?" was the first word he spoke to you.

and just the sight of him was enough to make your eyes well up with tears.

you pulled him into your house, he kicked the door closed behind him and felt your arms warp around him.

he dropped the bag of snacks, wrapping his own arms around you.

he swayed the two of you for a bit, one hand placed on the top of your head.

"come on, you wanna go relax? watch a movie or take a nap." he spoke to you so softly, your eyes unmoving from his own.

"yeah." you sniffled, holding now one of his hands as you two went to your couch. 

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ MURATA FUMA

you think you might just have the most understanding boyfriend ever.

but you also think you might just be the worst girlfriend ever.

you've been canceling a lot on fuma lately, but it isn't your fault entirely. finals season is in action and your teachers have been throwing tests and assignments and essays at you left and right.

the second you finish one, you have another to do. and so you've been postponing and cancling a lot of data plans you two came up with.

today was too much. you took a huge test at school and couldn't even breathe when you got home. your apartment was a mess, your work unfinished and on top of all this. you just got a text from your boyfriend.

poké nerd 🫶: hey baby, the screening for the movie's gonna start soon, are you ready?

fuck.

you completely forgot. again.

you were about to shoot him a text when you heard some knocks on your door. walking over to open it, you already knew who it was.

"ready?" he asked as he stepped in, standing by the front door.

your heart burned. you wanted to throw all your responsibilities out the window just for one day with your boyfriend.

you shook your head. "im sorry, baby, i completely forgot. and i'm really busy. but my semesters almost over, i promise."

you heard a sigh from him. "no." you stepped back in shock. literally.

"what?" he walked over, closer to you now. "you're gonna come out with me, okay? you're gonna come out and we'll have fun and when we get back," he placed a kiss on your forehead. "we can have a study date. I'll help you with your work. guaranteed 100%."

"I-I don't know..." he rolled his eyes playfully, "i do know. and plus, i was a straight A student." he held your face in his hands. "you need a break, y/n. i hate seeing you like this and feeling useless. you can cancel a million times on me and i won't be upset."

he pressed his forehead against yours. "so please. just relax. just for today. you won't regret it, i promise." he smiled, looking into your eyes.

"i love you, honey. so come on, go get dressed." you nodded your head. "i love you too." 

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ WANG YIXIANG

you were locked in your room all day.

you weren't even eating well or anything, in your mind you didn't have that kind of time to sacrifice.

and your boyfriend was on the other side of your wall, debating with himself on whether he should give you space or go to you.

and just when he was about to knock on your door, see if you were hungry or wanted a break, he heard you shakily sigh. a curse following right after.

he finally went in, seeing you with your back hunched over your desk and your palms pressing into your eyes.

"y/n?" your throat felt so dry at the sound of his voice, "y/n, babe, are you okay..?" you turned around in your chair, your eyes red. and if that was from the tears gathering in them or the lack of sleep, you didn't know.

you shook your head, "god, nicho, I just have so much. and I feel like I'm not even close to finishing." you said, your voice cracked at the last word.

wordlessly, he walked over to you, grabbing you by your forearm to stand up in front of him. and he wrapped his arms around you, placing one on the back of your head as he felt your arms go around him.

he could feel the wet tears hitting his shoulder, his heart breaking at it. your occasional shaky breaths did nothing but hurt him more.

"I know, baby. but I want you to know I'm right here, I'm always gonna be right here if you ever wanna talk or take a break." he pulls away from you for a second, looking into your eyes as he places one of his hands on your cheek, cradling your face. "don't let your work kill you. it's not worth ruining yourself over. and we can find you a tutor if you want, hm?"

you wiped your eyes, sniffling. "o-okay."

he smiles at you, not one of joy or sadness. just one full of love.

"I love you, y/n. you're the strongest person I know." he pressed a kiss to your nose, teasing you.

you laughed softly. "thank you, nicho." you leaned in to press your own lips against his. "I love you too." 

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ BYUN EUIJOO

euijoo had offered to help you study with a class that you were struggling with. and so, in desperation, you agreed.

the two of you were sitting doing the same kind of problems for the past forty minutes. every single time you thought you finally understood, ej would point out something that you missed.

you were getting sick of it all. you felt so stupid in front of him. getting it wrong every time while he just breezed through it.

and now, once again, you got another practice problem wrong.

you huffed out, dropping your pencil on the table.

"I can't keep doing this, euijoo. this is ridiculous." he shook his head at your words.

"you're getting better, sweetheart. really. you just need a bit more practice." you rolled your eyes. "no, euijoo. i'm just gonna take the F at this point."

he reached a hand over to the table, grabbing yours. "one more. please? and if you still don't get it we'll take a break and get back to it another day." you sighed, nodding your head.

and so after he pointed out your last mistake, and you corrected it he gave you the last question.

you slid your paper over to him, waiting to hear a so close, you just missed one thing. but instead, you heard something different.

"you got it!" your eyes widened, "what?" he smiled at you as he nodded his head. "see I told you, I knew you could do it." he pulled your chair closer to his, pulling you for a hug.

you smiled back, still in disbelief.

"thank you, baby. thank you so much." he blushed at your words, shrugging his shoulders, "it was all you, honey."

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ NAKAKITA YUMA

you were cooped up in your room all day. yuma felt like he hadn't seen you in ages, and so of course he wanted to go and bother you.

yuma thought you were probably just tired. he had no idea that you were doing piles of homework and studying. especially considering how, as soon as he arrived at the apartment, you simply greeted him and said, "I'll be out soon, don't come in."

it's only been two hours since then.

without even knocking, he walks into the room, finding you on your bed sat against the headboard with your laptop in your lap.

"wow, y/n. ditching me for some youtube?" he teased, walking over to where you were and pushed your laptop screen shut.

"yuma!" you yelled out, swatting his hand away. "yuma, I swear to god if my work wasn't saved I'm gonna kill you." yuma furrowed his eyebrows. "you were doing homework?"

you opened your laptop, seeing that it did an automatic restart.

"yuma, what the hell is wrong with you? I've been working on that all day!" yuma's hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "m-maybe it's not gone!"

you breathed out heavily through your nose. "Yuma, just go outside. I told you I'll be out when I'm done." he nodded his head, avoiding your eyes. "I'm sorry.." he whispered, quiet enough that had missed it.

it was an hour and a half later when you came out of your room, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

you were just about to tell your boyfriend that you finished when you saw him asleep on the couch with a bakery box of sweets from your favorite bakery.

now you feel like shit. you yelled at him, kicked him out and never apologized even when he's been waiting for you all day.

you quietly walked over to where yuma was lying asleep on the couch.

"yuma..." you tapped his shoulder. "yuma," you brought a hand up to brush the hairs away from his face.

"mmm." he groaned, opening his eyes to see you.

you swallowed. "yuma, I'm so sorry." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I was just stressed out with school work and-" he brought his bigger hand over to lay on yours. "'s okay," he said, voice a bit heavy. "It's my fault, really."

"I should've known you were doing homework and not have messed with you." his cheeks were dusted a pretty shade of pink.

before you could speak another word, he sat up. "I was waiting for you to finish so we can chill out. y'know get your mind off the work."

you nodded your head, "I'd love that." 

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ASAKURA JO

you were taking night classes, your least favorite.

you got home late, didn't have much time to clean up or eat or even do your work. and you just wanted the ground to swallow you up as your professor went on and on about the subject.

now, technically, you can just get up and leave. but, you didn't pay for this semester for nothing.

you were dozing off a bit in class when you got a text from your boyfriend.

white rice 😋🤍: I'm gonna pick you up after class today, so see you soon! love you.

you couldn't help but smile at your phone, glad that after a two hour lecture, the first thing you'd see was jo.

you: okayy, love you too!! <33

and now finally, you were done.

you walked outside and saw your boyfriend sitting on a bench.

you walked up to behind him, placing your arms around his shoulders as you press a kiss right on his head.

"honey?" he asked, confusion in his voice. "mm, no. I'm a random woman kissing another girls boyfriend." you teased.

even under the campus lights, you could see your boyfriend's ears turn a light shade of pink.

he cleared his throat, "so, i-i know how you're probably tired right now and stuff...but um, I thought it'd be nice to go on a night walk together. clear our minds, you know?" your heart literally melted on the spot.

your knees? jelly.

all because of your adorable boyfriend.

you nodded your head, giving a kiss on the lips this time.

"of course, I'd love that, baby." you linked your hand with his. "thank you, for always thinking of me."

he tried his best to hide his smile. "its natural for me, y/n. almost like breathing."

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ SHIGETA HARUA

what are the odds that you missed your boyfriend's arrival back in japan.

you had promised to meet him at their dorm, you planned a huge surprise and everything.

only for it all to go down the drain.

you forgot.

you were so caught up with your own work and constant studying that you didn't even realize the date came closer than expected.

you were stuck in your room after school. doing your best to finish up as much as you can.

so when you suddenly got a text from taki, you were confused.

taki 🐣: yo, are you gonna be here soon? your bfs acting weird.

you: ??? i cant just spawn in korea

taki 🐣: we landed back here like four hours ago...

with wide eyes, you quickly pulled up the date on your phone.

fuck.

harua did just land.

you rushed out of your room, making sure you look at least put together and threw your shoes on.

you rushed to a nearby cafe that you and harua loved, getting his favorite.

knock knock.

you'd made it over to their dorm about twenty minutes after taki texted you.

nicholas was the one that opened the door for you, offering you a small smile and stepped to the side for you to walk in.

you didn't even need to ask, you knew where harua would be.

you knocked on the door gently before entering his room, pushing the door to see him lying down. back facing you.

you walked over to him, kneeling on the floor beside the bed as you put a hand in his hair. "rua...?" you called out for him hesitantly.

you heard him let out a breath through his nose, turning over as he faced you.

with a strained smile, you grabbed his hand. "harua, I'm so sorry, honey." you brought his hand up to your lips, "I lost track of time, I didn't mean to." he shakes his head, sitting up now. "i-i get it, but I still wish you were the first face I saw.."

that just made you feel like the biggest jerk in the whole world.

you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.

"never again. okay?" he nods his head, "never again." he mirrors your words.

"what do you say, you wanna go to my place and relax?" finally, he smiled. "I'd love that." 

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ TAKAYAMA RIKI

you had put your phone on silent.

telling yourself you were going to completely put your focus on studying.

you went into your room and left your phone in the kitchen.

now, your boyfriend didn't know this.

he didn't know you had lots of work and he didn't know you put your phone on do not disturb.

for past few days, you and taki had exchanged small texts and check-ins with each other. phone calls barely go on for more than twenty minutes.

the last time he saw you was when you two went on a date. and he thought it went well.

so to not hear from you properly was worrying him.

were you mad at him? did he do something? did you hear something about him?

everything bad was going through his mind.

he decided today he was going to make it up to you. he couldn't take not seeing you anymore.

you were his person. his love.

he bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers and made his way to your house.

it took a few knocks from him for you to finally open the door.

he was freaking out on the inside, his entire plan going out the window as soon as he saw your face.

"taki?" he cleared his throat, swallowing a lump he didn't even know was there.

"y/n, I'm really sorry." he extended his hands out, giving you the flowers. "I d-don't really know what happened but i'll make it up to you. I really hate it when we don't talk."

his voice got quieter at the end as he blinked rapidly.

he didn't even know why he started tearing up, he just did.

your heart ached for him. did you make him think he did something wrong?

you took the flowers from him, placing them down on the cabinet you had near the front door.

you shook your head, "no, baby." you pulled him into your arms, "you didn't do anything, I know you wouldn't even do anything to me." he tucked his head into your shoulder as he sniffled, nodding his head.

"I thought you were upset with me." you softly laughed at his statement. not to make fun of him, but out of his adorableness.

"never. I just had so much to do." he lifted his head, "why weren't you answering my texts and calls?"

okay, now it all made sense.

"I'm so sorry. I should've told you. I just left my phone on silent so I didn't get distracted."

he nodded his head, his expression suddenly becoming shy.

"I just feel like a kid now." he laughs at himself. "can't believe I got upset over that." you cooed at him, he was just too cute.

"no! noo, it's fine. I would've done the same. if anything I would've been more dramatic."

he grabs your hands in his, playing with your fingers.

"do you still have more work?" biting your lip, you nodded your head. "but you could stay with me. as long as you promise to not mess around."

he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head so fast. "and after, we could take a walk? if it's not too late.." he offered.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "that's sounds perfect. I'd love to clear my head after it all."

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ HIROTA RIKI

maki knew how stressed you'd been this past week.

and so, with his only free day he decided to do something for you.

you and maki are both big foodies, you guys are down to try any kind of food. to an extent, of course though.

he made sure you never left your room for the afternoon, getting started on the surprise lunch.

it was a bit tough, but he was determined to do it.

probably about an hour later, maki managed to drag you out of your room.

he sat you down at the dinner table and told you to close your eyes.

confused, you hesitantly lifted your hands up to cover your eyes.

you smelled the food before you saw it, your mouth watering at it all.

"okay! open."

you gasped when you saw the plate in front of you. "maki, you actually made this?" he nodded his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"I know how stressed out you've been...so I wanted to take a few minutes to just sit down with you." you couldn't help the big smile that came onto your face.

you leaned over the table, giving maki a quick kiss on his lips.

you pick up your spoon and dig into the food, tasting it.

your eyes practically sparkled. "maki this is amazing!" he had a shy smile on his face, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm glad you like it, angel." 

[mysterymachine67]

heyya! bro if I give you everything that's in the list of the things I wanna do to dean Winchester ass, it'd be like dropping a nuclear viagra bomb because jesus I'm down bad 😭

but MY NUMBER ONE I SWEAR I shared this to everyone on here not irl is. dilf reader ladies and gentlemen and not just nonchalant calm dilf no where's the fun and attitude in that? I mean like I mean like a downbad pervert dilf for dean but he never says anything because even he thought it's creepy, until either he walked into dean jacking off to his stolen clothing or like dean bluntly admitting during their drunken state?? IDK DILF READER GOT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD OR EVEM SUBTOP DILF?? BECAUSE COCKY DEANAAAAA

or if you're not into the pervert dilf line, anything relating to reader being older than dean can make my dick cry and ascend

PAIRING -> Dean Winchester x Older M!reader

SUMMARY -> You’ve had a little crush on Dean for a while, but you never told him because 1. You’re older than him by a couple years and 2. You’re sure he’s not even into men. But one day when you hear something from his room, you think maybe it’s the day you do something about it.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

I think I love you, anon. Also you sent this back in March and I want to APOLOGIZE. I am so very sorry 😭

You liked him. You liked him a lot actually. To the point where it even creeped you out yourself. Every time you’d work with them for a hunt, or go visit them Dean always caught your eye. He was a complete ladies man, no way in hell did you have a chance. Also with your age. You assumed he wasn’t into older women, or even men. But little did you know you were so, so wrong.

The bunker was quiet as you walked through the door. Sam had called about needing your help on a hunt, so you took it, of course. You got to help them and see the man you love? Hell yeah. But while on the phone Sam said that he’d be out for a few hours, so it’ll only be you and Dean till he got back. In your opinion it was even better.

You sat your bags down onto the one of many tables. The thud echoing a bit. You didn’t see Dean in any of his usual spots. Probably in his room. Not that it..mattered or anything. So, without anything better to do, you walked to the kitchen. Attempting to find yourself a snack, or even a drink. In which you did. Walking out of the room with your preferred option. You probably should be opening books, looking online for more information about what happened, and trying to figure out what you guys were dealing with. Buuut you decided to roam the halls instead. Yes, you already know your way around the place. Yet that didn’t seemed to faze you.

After walking down one hallway, you turned down the one with Dean’s room. Silently getting a bit excited. Your steps were quiet, not intentionally. But they were quiet enough to where nobody could hear them unless they tried. You couldn’t help it. You stopped right in front of Dean’s door. It was quiet in there, or so it seemed to be. Maybe he was sleeping, taking a nap? Or maybe even listening to music. Nope. The moment you pressed your ear against the door, because why not? You heard a muffled moan.

You have got to get your mind out of the gutter. He probably wasn’t even doing what you thought he was doing. Yeah no you were right. Out of every sound that left him you swear you heard your name in between at least two times. It was clear. Broad as daylight. Now the thought of Dean Winchester jerking off to you, a man that is much older than him, is stuck in your mind. You thought about the face he was making— how pretty he must look, and how long had he been trying to get off. If it were to be you in there, hand wrapped around his cock, would he be even louder than he is now? Would he buck his hips into your hand, begging for more?

Oh you wonder what he sounds like when he—

No, get your head in the game. You have a man jerking off, whimpering behind the door you were currently pressing your ear against. What should you do? Walk away and pretend that this isn’t happening? Or walk in and have the best sex you’ve probably had with the man you’ve been crushing on? Choices, choices, choices.

You’d hate to admit, but your cock was hard. Pressed up against the confinement of your boxers and pants. After a few very long seconds you decide to just walk away. Figuring that’d be the best option. But then just as you start to move your feet, you hear Dean moan your name again. That was the final straw. Your hand found itself on the doorknob, twisting. Thankfully it was unlocked, otherwise it’d be super embarrassing if it wasn’t. And ohhhh this is the sight you’ve been wanting to see. Dean’s hand was wrapped around his cock, hand covered in his own cum, face twisted into a look of pleasure, while his cock was an angry shade of red while twitching. Would it be wrong to say you nearly came in your pants right then and there?

You walked in, shutting the door behind you. When he heard that door click shut his eyes shot open. Hands scrambling to hide his hard-on with the blanket next to him. “What the hell, man?”

“Uh, uh. Don’t act as if you weren’t just moaning my name not too long ago.” You stated, bluntly. And all he did was look at you, confused. Knowing damn well he was just doing that. He was caught, there really wasn’t much to do in this situation. So, he swallowed—looking away for a moment. He refused to have eye contact.

“Listen, I don’t know what you mean,” His eyebrows were raised slightly, and he shrugged. “So if you could get out, that’d be great.” You were going to do anything but that.

You soon got Dean to crack; admitting that he was indeed jerking off to you.

Just as you walked away from his bed, not to leave, but to just roam his room. He called out, stopping you from leaving because to him it seemed like you were. He wanted it, wanted you. Especially to feel your cock hit his prostate with every—

Woah.

He looked down. He had to, because every time he looked at you it just turned him in even more. His cock twitching under the blanket he hid it with.

“‘M not leaving just yet. We haven’t even gotten started,”

—

Dean’s lips crashed against yours—groaning when he felt your hands roam up under his shirt. The kiss was heated but passionate. Something the both of you have been waiting for. He was sat on your lap, your hand around his cock. Jerking him off while your other was feeling him all over. But you wanted to see more of him. So you pulled your hands away, Dean letting out a small groan from the loss of your touch, and helped him take off his shirt. The moment it was off he pulled you back in for another kiss. God, could he let you catch your breath?

By the time your cock was deep in his hole, abusing his prostate, Dean was already nearly out of it. Noises flooding from his mouth, movements getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute, and hands grabbing at whatever he could grab at. And you? You were enjoying this. Who wouldn’t? You have a man that you’ve loved forever bouncing on your cock, which feels like heaven. You moaned into his mouth when he clenched. With how good he felt you couldn’t get enough, bucking your hips up slightly. Driving your cock deeper into him. You shut your eyes and leaned your head back, soon feeling lips on your neck. They trailed up to your jaw, peppering kisses everywhere he could. “Jesus—“ Dean groaned—breath hitting your skin. “Feel s’good,” he mumbled.

You smiled. “Yeah?”

“Mmm..” he tried. One of your hands trailed down his back, feeling his skin against your palm. You groaned, absolutely loving and reeling in the moment.

You were sure the both of you would want way more after this. Him riding you was amazing, yes, but you knew in a matter of minutes after the both of you would cum, you’d want more. And oh, you were right. When you saw how he looked when he came, and how such pretty noises left his mouth, you pulled him off your cock and pushed him into a position that left him exposed. Leaning in closer to him you whispered:

“Y’gonna let me fuck you good?”

And Dean responded with a quick nod.

[asksonicverse]

Hello! I have two questions:

1. I noticed you tagged your work as Sonadow for Prime and Sonamy for Boom. I'm daying to know how the two Sonics react to their different tastes in partners.

2. How would these Sonics and Shadows get along with the Movie version?

[ Creator Special ]

Hello! I’m going to be an answering a few of these questions I’ve gotten that would work much better if I just answer them like this!

So, Yes you’re correct, Sonamy for Boom and Sonadow for Prime and SATBK. At the moment, Paradox and Prism are both SINGLE (but who knows?) And Bandi is in a complicated relationship with his Amy.

Since it’s going to be a second before we really get into the “stories” of this Ask Blog, I’ll give one word, shock. And depending on who, maybe a bit of horror. I can also promise, a lot of embarrassment! And don’t think Paradox and Prism will get all the fun, I’ve got plans for you Bandi…

Yeah basing it pretty much just off of vibes. Or other random things. The oldest/most mature Sonic is no doubt King Arthur and then Classic and Pipsqueak are the youngest Sonic’s.

Although I’d say least responsible Sonic has to belong to either Bandi or Ego.

Prism and Paradox. Very quickly took control of the situation, most have an inkling of respect for that.

Can you guys tell I’ve watched Sonic Prime four times yet?

Tired. After he gets in a good nap he’ll be fine. Usually they don’t need sleep, but after everything they’ve been doing??

Who?

lol JK, uhh I have never read the Archie Comics nor do I have a desire to. So… those guys are just gonna… float in the void for now. Too much lore for me to catch up on.

Big white room! Lots of space! It’s also rectangular instead of a square.

And who knows? Maybe something may happen to cause it to expand in the future?

Hehe thanks!

[This is the first creator special] | Next

[monotonesmile]

hi hii, could i request a tfp optimus prime and ratchet with a sick g/n reader? to be specific with what illness they have, they have a cold

i really need some comfort from my fav bots, i'm sick and tired (quite literally) :') thanks in advance!

Sick Day

[Optimus & Ratchet & GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 1214]

[Warnings: Mentions of Raf nearly dying that one time.]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Oneshot + Headcanons]

[Notes: Awh, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well! I hope you feel better! I’m sorry if this took a while, I’m dealing with burnout unfortunately. I have no idea if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic, so I kept it platonic but you can read it as romantic too. I hope you enjoy it though!]

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As the sunlight shines through the curtains, you groan as you wake up, the feeling of fatigue hitting you like a truck, groaning as you realize you might of caught something last time you went out, so you begrudgingly pushed yourself out of bed, sitting on the edge for a moment to wake yourself up before getting up and hobbling to your bathroom. You grabbed the thermometer, taking your temperature with it and waiting for the beep to indicate it took your temperature.

Waiting a few seconds for the beep, you check the numbers on the thermometer, confirming that you were definitely sick, though luckily it just seems to be a cold, but regardless, being sick for a few days is going to suck, the feeling of fatigue and discomfort is not a fun feeling, but now what do you do? You could go back to bed, but staying in bed is going to be so boring, even if it’s a better idea to stay in bed and rest.

You heave out a sigh, checking the time and seeing that the kids were going to be in school for a few hours anyways, so why not go see what the bots are up to, it’s better than rotting in bed. So you make your way out of your home, after getting dressed and grabbing some medicine and food plus water to take with you, you get into your car, starting it before heading through Jasper and out of the town to make your way to the Autobot base.

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By the time you got to the base and up to the lounge area, you really wanted to take some of your medicine and lay down for a while, you were just exhausted, and listening to the bots go about their day and do whatever they do on slow days sounds really nice right now. So you flop down on the couch, glad you brought a blanket from your home with you, settling in, you listen to the machinery whirring around you as the bots move around their base, some going on patrol while leaving Optimus and Ratchet to do their work in the base.

Although, Ratchet being the only medic for the Autobots at the moment, he can recognize the slowness and drowsy movements you were making as you trudged up to the lounge before laying down, due to his instincts as a medic, he couldn’t help but worry about your current state, walking over to the lounging area set up for the human, his optics look over your resting form.

“Are you feeling alright?” Ratchet looked over their obviously exhausted body, worry filling the old mechs optics. His lack of human biology catching up with him is something he will need to rectify later.

“Fine…just sick.” You mutter out with a raspy voice, eyes shut, resting your head on the old pillows that laid on the couch, they were well loved obviously, but you were just dying to rest as Ratchet hovered over you with worry.

“Oh…” Ratchet blinks, his processor immediately thinking back to the only human he’s ever seen sick, and that was Rafael when he had gotten dark energon poisoning, which had nearly killed him, and given that he’s never seen another ill human, he has no idea if their bodies are fragile to all illnesses, yet you don’t seem worried, so maybe he doesn’t have to be either. “I see, well then, get some rest.” He nods before walking off, leaving you be.

You give him a small wave before relaxing and dozing off into a small nap, while Ratchet wanders over to Optimus to inform him of your ill state, both mechs worried over your health now.

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[Ratchet]

Ratchet was reasonably worried when he learned you were sick, he’s a medic, he’s seen bots crumble and die from Cybertronian illnesses, and he’s been too busy with the other autobots to research human illnesses, and the only time he’s seen a human get sick almost resulted in their death, so he’s internally panicking.

While you’re resting, he’s researching your symptoms, but we all know that it’s easy to end up going down a rabbit hole of symptoms on Google, and Ratchet does exactly that, unfortunately. He sees the symptoms for a cold, which is exactly what you have, but then he sees other illnesses that share those symptoms, and it just derailed from there.

Ratchet still is fretting over you possibly dying, from a simple cold, because he went down the google rabbit hole.

You’ll have to call June when you wake up to have her explain to both Ratchet and Optimus that all you are dealing with is a common cold, it’ll be gone in a few days, it’s not something that will kill you, she swears. You also have to tell Ratchet that google isn’t exactly a good way to diagnose any symptoms you have, which he agrees with, it had caused more trouble than it was worth.

Regardless, you’ll have the medic hovering around you any time you’re in the base, he’ll ask every so often how you’re feeling and if there is anything he can do to help, which it’s nice to see him caring so much about you, but seriously, you’re just trying to rest.

[Optimus]

Optimus is definitely a silent worried mech, because much like Ratchet, he’s only seen a human almost die from being ill, even though he is completely aware that this is not the same thing, he’s still going to be worried, a sick human is still a sick human. It can’t possibly feel good, especially when you’re exhausted and resting for multiple hours.

He goes to you after you’re done resting to ask if you’re alright, wanting to know if there’s something he can do to help lessen your symptoms. Which is usually going to be followed by the Prime asking Agent Fowler to get cough drops or food for you if you’ve forgotten to bring some with you.

When June tells them that it’s a simple cold, Optimus is listening intently to her words, and locks in on the part about staying hydrated and well rested, so he makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, hovering around you while you rest, making sure that you drink enough liquids throughout the day, and at least getting a few hours of rest before you’ll inevitably wake up from your stuffy nose.

Optimus is now in a constant state of worry, more than he already was given the Decepticon threat, but he is now much more open to you resting near him, he wants to keep an eye on you, even if it’s something simple like a cold, he is still remembering how Raf nearly died, so he wants you close, he’ll even let you in his alt mode while he patrols so you can escape the base when it gets too loud.

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The entire week you’re sick, you have two mechs hovering around you more than any of the others would, especially when you’re resting, and they had started to make sure you’re getting home safe, as they were unsure if you drive safely when you have a cold, despite the fact that you drove to the base, so they pick you up from your home and then drive you back at the end of the day, it’s safer than sorry with how worried they are over you.

But when you come back to the base after staying home the other day, you couldn’t help but chuckle as Ratchet and Optimus had made their way over to you while you were walking up the stairs to head to the lounge area, you had a feeling that you staying home yesterday made them a bit more worried than they already were.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” Optimus had worried over you not being at the base yesterday, but it was your choice, and sometimes it’s nice to lay in bed, but he wanted to make sure you were okay regardless.

“I’m okay, my cold finally went away after a bit, so, all healthy.” You nod, smiling as you leaned against the railing while the mechs were looking you over, which was to be expected from the pair with how much they were motherhenning you.

You could practically see the relief flood them as their shoulders relaxed, clearly glad you were back to being healthy with no long term effects, which June had to, again, clear up that you had a common cold, that was it, but they were just worrying over you, maybe a little too much, still, it was a kind gesture from the mechs.

“Are you feeling any lingering fatigue or symptoms? I’m glad you’re feeling better, I just don’t want to deal with the kids getting sick either.” Ratchet had to ask, it was instinct for the medic to make sure anyone that was dealing with an illness wasn’t feeling any other symptoms.

“I’m fine, Ratchet, just a stuffy nose and some fatigue from laying around for a week, that’s all. My body is already picking itself back up.” You chuckle a little at the medic worrying about the children as well, knowing he’d rarely ever admit that he cared so much about the humans in the base. “But my temperature is normal, June says I’m fine.”

“Good, good…” Ratchet nods, clearing his throat as he stands back up, realizing he had leaned down slightly to be at a similar level to your height.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, though, I still welcome you to join me on patrol, I’ve come to enjoy the company.” Optimus gives you a small smile as he breathes a sigh of relief at hearing your reassurance that you’re back to being healthy.

“I’ll keep it in mind, thank you both for helping me when I was sick, it was sweet of you both.” You nod with a smile, moving back from the railing to head to the couch, giving them a small appreciative smile.

Optimus and Ratchet watch you go to the couch and turn the tv on, they were happy to see you moving around and acting like you’re usual self again, the base felt more lively when you’re not sick. They both smile slightly before returning to their duties, but they check on you a few times to make sure you’re actually doing well, and each time you assure them that you are.

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[I hope this is good, I felt like the ending was a little bad, but I do hope you’re feeling better now! Being sick sucks.]

[aklaustaleteller]

Hi sweetie! Hope you're doing well. Could you write a Klaus Mikaelson x reader (the reader is Hope's bio mom, so the whole Dahlia betrayal didn't happen and no one was turned into a wolf) where it's set in season 3, the reader and Klaus are married and happy until Aurora comes along, and with her jealousy she makes y/n believe she and Klaus slept together (they didn't) so they have a big fight where Klaus didn't deny he slept with her (cause he was hurt she didn't trust him and stuff) causing them to split out. They only saw each other because of Hope, and they were verbally hostile towards each other (not much, just petty arguments) and after a while he kills Aurora bcs she threatened yn (or something similar) and they go back together and it's all fluff.

Have a great day!

Said Yes To Heaven

Y/n and Klaus are in love, happy and overwhelmed, especially since having welcomed their newborn baby only weeks ago. But what happens when an unwanted guest appears on their doorstep out of the blue, and suddenly Y/n isn't sure if she's just going crazy or there truly has been some infidelity?

Warnings - Mentions of pregnancy, blood, thoughts + scenes of trying to unalive someone else, and some light after-birth changes/affects our reader is going through.

Word Count - 4.6k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

So, long time no see, everyone? Hahah, it's surreal to me how you have stuck around, but I'm very glad at the same time :) Thank you for sending in this request, anon, and I'm sorry for taking so long! This is part 1/2 and this mainly has fluff, as I wanted to show you the happiness and all about this family before I tore it down in the next part (just so it'd hurt a little better, yanno?) Anyways, I'm a little rusty but I hope you'll enjoy this one even a little and I'll let you go now! Have fun reading <3

UPDATE: You can now read part two here!

Klaus took a few steps back from his doorstep, looking rather unpleasant to see his guest for the day. Because of course, out of the very blue, his ex-lover had been reminded of him. On the very day he had woken up to a crying baby and a cranky wife who was high on hormones after just having given birth.

Some days, he just couldn't get it right. But today was going to be the hardest of it all and he was not ready to face the music.

"Aurora," Y/n spoke from somewhere behind Klaus, her voice carrying a threatening echo. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" She was approaching the door slowly, her eyes and tone an exact contrast to the welcoming words falling out of her mouth like sweet honey.

Klaus' shoulders relaxed when Y/n brushed against him while she moved past to stand in front of him, making him lean against the doorframe.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" Aurora spoke, her voice like a little girl’s – sweet and gentle. But Klaus saw straight through it as well as the tick in his wife's jaw. "Heard that you gave birth to a baby g --"

Before Aurora could've finished, Y/n had her pinned to the doorframe opposite to the one Klaus was leaning against.

"Don't you even dare speak of my family," Y/n snarled, her fingers digging into the woman's throat as everything in her told her to rip it out. But before she could've, Klaus' lulling voice began slipping into her ears.

"Now, love," He said softly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders and bringing her back into him, knowing fully well that this wasn't something she truly wanted to do. Then, tucking her lone hair strand back into her braid, he cupped her cheeks – "Why taint the porch with her blood, hm?"

"Because I'd rather see her dead than listen to that filth for another second," she smiled sweetly, her anger evident in the grit of her teeth.

And she'd just begun turning to take a look at an embarrassingly flushed Aurora, when a cry tore through the silent household. For a small second, both Klaus and Y/n shut their eyes, taking a deep breath simultaneously before Y/n was walking back into the house.

"Take a nap with her, why don't you?" Klaus proposed, his back facing the unwanted guest. "I'll take care of this and join you two in a bit," he nodded, passing the exhausted mother of his little girl a sweet smile, encouraging her.

Then he turned back around, almost shutting the door behind him to keep whatever noise was to come at bay.

"What do you think you're doing here, Aurora?"

"I just wanted to see you, Niklaus," she muttered softly, taking a step closer to him. "I miss you," she confessed, reaching to place her hands on his chest.

He backed away just in time, releasing a sharp breath. "I didn't suspect you to be so idiotic and careless with your life," he said sharply.

"Only for you, Klaus." She was looking up at him with a million emotions swirling in her eyes. But Klaus knew better than to not notice malice being one of them.

"Whatever you're planning to do, drop it," he gritted through his teeth. "And stay far, far away, from my family," he warned her as he walked her off their porch and out of their house’ perimeter, tempting the woman in front of him to backtrack.

"Don't test me against this Aurora,” he started, his hands placed behind his back but his frame remained all the more intimidating.

“I will kill you if you even bat an eye in the direction of this house," he was almost beginning to shake now, trying his best to keep his anger at bay and not cause any destruction out here while his little family rested inside the house not too far away.

Leaving her standing, Klaus turned to get back in the house when Aurora called out his name.

"You love me, though! You know you love me," she shouted at him, and Klaus' eyes glowed golden, knowing exactly what she was trying to do here.

And the moment she saw his eyes, she stumbled a little.

"I know you love me, do you not?" She managed to croak out just before Klaus had his hand wrapped around her throat, enhancing the bruising his wife had marked earlier.

"This is your final warning," he growled in her ear before slamming her against the wall behind her, walking away and trying to lose his temper at the same time as he entered the house and shut the door behind him, wincing when a baby's wails followed the noise.

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As the next morning rolled around, so did the first official day of Summer.

With Hope's little frame already covered in fresh grass, Y/n couldn't foresee the day getting any better. A loud laugh escaped her when Klaus pretended for it to have been hard work getting a hold of the very frantic Hope, who was as happy to see the sun as Y/n was.

"Look who's gotten herself all dirty," Y/n pouted, dusting off as much dirt as she could off of Hope's onesie, while Klaus softly wiped her face.

"Just learned to crawl and of course she's abusing the skill," Klaus murmured, only making his wife laugh again.

Y/n kept Hope caged in her lap with one arm, leaning back on the other one to soak in the sun. She exhaled a deep breath, before turning to look at Klaus, who was already smiling at her.

"You've been such a good father, have I told you that?"

He laughed at that, looking down to hide the blush creeping up his neck, and nodding with his eyes still set on the little ducklings printed on the blanket they were sitting on.

"You have," he began softly. "Many times, actually," huffing out a laugh, he looked up again, now catching Hope's big wondrous eyes as well.

"Good."

With a light groan, Klaus moved to lay beside her. "Hope couldn't have a better mum, though."

"Wouldn't want her to have another mum anyways," she laughed, leaning in just a bit to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth that was curled in a grin.

And as the beautiful day passed them by, with Hope's full cheeks turned red due to the amount of fun she'd had, and Y/n's heart swollen with all the love she couldn't muster up properly at all, no matter how hard she tried – and Klaus knew that he could give it his all and still be unable to put this keen feeling rushing under his skin upon a canvas.

They'd truly said yes to heaven, when they'd said yes to each other on that one day in particular.

So, once they had shuffled back inside their house due to the chilliness increasing, Klaus made his way straight to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers while Y/n changed Hope’s clothes upstairs, in their bedroom. It didn't take long for the tired little girl to slip into sleep's arms and for her head to lull to the side, while Y/n was rocking her back and forth. So she stacked pillows around Hope’s body and went back down to Klaus, reaching just in time when a there was a knock on the door.

Now, with whatever Y/n had been expecting to come across, Aurora Martel at her door once again, was not it.

As she stood still on her ground, looking into the very woman's eyes who was not even supposed to be here anymore, her eyes began to fade to black only for the golden rim of a Hybrid to come through -- to caution the vampire standing in front of her before she attacked.

Because while Y/n hadn’t mentioned it to Klaus, she had heard her fake little love confession to Klaus yesterday and thought about the multiple ways she could unalive Aurora. 

But she decided against putting in such effort and put her body through another wave of pain for the day. She was going to go about his normally, after all, she was the mother of the very man's child that this woman had clearly come after. And his wife, as well.

"Aurora De Martel, the hopeless-romantic human, who only grew more daring once turned into a vampire, at my doorstep all over again," Y/n began, walking to complete a circle around the woman.

"Not an ounce of stupidity was shred in the process-- you know, of your turning; I suppose, since you're clearly still in possession of it," Y/n continued. 

Once she was in front of Aurora again, she took a step closer, the gaze of a predator still present in her eyes.

"Cat got your tongue darling?" She spoke, tilting her head to the side. "Where's that feisty little Vampire that I remember, hm?"

"I'm not that person anymore," Aurora began, struggling once Y/n had her in a choke hold again.

"No need to be a stinking liar, Aurora." Y/n gritted, dropping the choking one on the ground. "I can smell your intentions from miles away."

Y/n didn't tend to be such a threatening and volatile person, that was the reason that she'd fit so well with Klaus. And yet, she wasn't quite sure as to why she'd brought up this side of hers. She knew she wasn’t afraid or insecure that Aurora might get to Klaus; not at all.

But what she did know was that Klaus’ lovers popping back up only made her heart thud because of the potential danger they put Hope in.

She scoffed when Aurora scrambled to her feet, hands around her neck as she swallowed thickly.

“How are you, Y/n?” She croaked out, looking ahead of her despite the fact that Y/n was right by her side, now making another round around her. 

“Hm, concerned, I’d say,” Y/n hummed. “For you, of course.”

Maybe the pregnancy had changed more about her than she’d originally thought. Or maybe, and hopefully, Y/n thought, it was just the hormones. 

“How’s Klaus?” Aurora asked, mustering up the courage to turn and look Y/n in the eyes. “I supposed he’d be here,” she shrugged, "with you." The venom in her voice could be well detected, especially when she mentioned Y/n. And while her guards were high up, prepared for the hybrid to rip her to shreds -- she still held the fake confidence that that won't happen. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m sure he’d love to have a chat,” Y/n smiled at her before she walked into the house, towards the room she knew Klaus was putting away Hope’s stray toys in – but not before passing Aurora a cautioning glare, warning her against doing something stupid in her absence. 

“Klaus?” She asked softly, entering the dark room, her eyes already following his figure as he put away the box of toys.

“We have a guest, I hear?” Klaus asked, walking up to her with a lazy smile. One of his arms snuck around her waist to pull her into him to press a kiss on her mouth. 

“No actually – we have a doting lover on our door,” Y/n chuckled. “She’s eager to see you again,” she shrugged, quickly going back to press a kiss on Hope’s forehead before grabbing a very confused Klaus’ hand, leading him outside. 

“Aurora,” he realised in annoyance, a deep frown in between his brows as he caught her sight from the top of the stairs. His mind was racing through a million things, the loudest question in there was, what in the hell was she doing here again? Didn't he warn her just yesterday?

“Isn’t it a pleasant surprise?” Y/n smiled brightly, coming to a halt herself. “I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, ignoring Klaus’ pleading look with an inner laugh as she turned away, most likely to arrange the dishes for their awaiting and heated dinner.

"Just make sure she doesn't ever dare to lose her way and end up here, again," she said, looking straight into Aurora's eyes before crossing over to the kitchen. 

And from the corner of her eye, she saw Klaus shut the door behind him. So, trusting him against making a mess, she quickly cleaned up the kitchen before she was making her way upstairs to Hope’s room, to now feed her some formula and put her to sleep for the night. 

"Are you in there, little wolf?" Y/n spoke from just outside the door, a silly grin on her face as she waited for the same reply she got everyday.

A random babbling noise that showed that Hope was indeed hungry. 

Despite Hope's loud squeak and the sounds of her rolling around in her crib, Y/n walked into the room with the same look on her face – the pretended to have caught her daughter, awake, red handed.

"Hope! You don't wake up once I put you to sleep!" She gasped, swallowing a laugh and reaching with one hand to pick up the little girl, bringing her to sit on her lap while she backed to sit on the rocking chair.

With loud giggles, Hope hit her chest a couple times, grinning up at her while drool began pooling on the boundary of her mouth.

"Uh ah!" Y/n laughed, closing the baby's mouth and watching as she squealed again, this time her palm landing flat on Y/n’s cheek.

Risking a mess by placing the small bowl on her thigh, Y/n held Hope up with her back against her chest and lifted a spoonful.

"Yes!" She cheered when Hope took in the bite without closing her mouth halfway and spilling the rest down her chin.

Slowly and steadily, she let the girl swallow her meal before making her burp.

"Did I get you sleepy, little wolf?" Y/n giggled watching Hope's eyes droop.

"You're so sleepy all the time!" She pouted. "Never got the time on your hands to play with your mummy," chuckling and shaking her head, she got off the chair and walked over to the crib placed near Klaus’ side of the bed upon his insistence, putting the already asleep girl inside.

Lowering with her, Y/n pressed a chaste kiss on her full cheeks that now hung low. Silently, she walked over and peeked out of the door to see if the matter down the stairs had been sorted out.

But she didn't catch sight of either Klaus or Aurora. So, with a sharp frown between her brows and an anxious tick among her fingers, she hurried down the stairs -- only to confirm her first realisation, it seemed.

Knowing that Klaus couldn't have been hurt in any way, she headed back into the master bedroom to get herself into a nice bath and take some time off to relax. 

She lit the candle that Freya had gifted her some time ago, and stepped into the bathtub full of soap foams. Her head lulled back and her eyes shut off, and she began to think of all the time she had been spending building this new little family recently. 

It still felt so surreal, that Hope was finally here. It was all so new and overwhelming, but Y/n knew that neither her nor Klaus would trade this period of their life for anything. It was almost as if everything had fallen into pieces to fit a puzzle the moment they had welcomed their little daughter into this world. 

There was no other source of light in the bathroom apart from the flickering candle, Y/n didn't feel like turning on the bright white light. And, as she began to tune into Hope’s breathing, she felt her heart begin to beat in sync with hers. It would’ve only been silence to human ears, but Y/n could hear the little puffs and the little movements of her mouth that she made in her sleep. 

She could picture Hope’s head lulled to the side, her mouth slightly ajar and her small frame rising and lowering with each breath that she took. Then, Klaus faded into the photo and she could see Hope’s drool slipping onto his arm and drying up there, because of course Klaus had fallen asleep with her on the rocking chair. 

And finally, she entered the picture herself and took the two of them into the master bedroom, laying Hope between the two of them and pressing kisses on both of their foreheads. After turning off the lights, she was looking at the two pieces of her heart sleeping peacefully, because she felt like she couldn’t miss this sight, because she probably won’t feel the time pass before Hope had to be put to sleep in a crib in her own room. 

Just the idea of that brought tears to her eyes. Everything made her cry these days, and she does realise that it’s because of the hormones. But she doesn’t know how to explain the exhaustion of it all. The untrue and mean thoughts she got throughout the day, whether it was regarding her body or her new journey of being a mother and feeling scared that she’d go wrong somewhere and be hated by her own family for the rest of her life. 

Just the energy it took to shut all those thoughts down and to reassure herself, remind herself of what was true and what wasn’t – took so much out of her that when Klaus held her in his arms at the end of the day, she just wanted to let go and fall into pieces, so that he’d bunch her up and tell her or show her stupid brain that Y/n was indeed right and that the thoughts were just her mind playing games. 

Taking in a deep breath, Y/n rose and washed the soap off of her. She could think about this all day and all night, and she could drown in her sorrows for way too long than healthy. But right now, she needed to go and eat dinner if she wanted to sleep on time. 

Which reminded her – she hadn’t heard Klaus come home. Had she missed it, or had he genuinely not come home yet? She began to focus on her hearing, and only came across Hope’s breaths, nothing else. 

Maybe something had occupied him, she thought, wrapping a towel around her and exiting the bathroom. 

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Klaus was walking in their backyard with Hope in his arms, asleep, as always. He couldn’t balme her though – she was a newborn, after all, and had a lot to register in her brain in the couple hours that she was awake during the day. 

She had been a calm baby so far. The midnight tantrums weren’t as frequent as others had warned him and Y/n about, maybe because they had way more stamina than an average human.

Y/n, right when she had woken up, had been dragged out by Rebekah and Freya. Trust me, Y/n, I’ve been through what you’re going through and it’s been two weeks since you’ve left the house with us! He had heard Rebekah say to Y/n in the kitchen, and he had agreed a hundred percent. 

They had gone out for brunch, and maybe it was because they had a lot to catch up on, that Y/n hadn’t yet come home and it was nearing lunch time. 

And Y/n, as much as she was enjoying her time out in as much sun as New Orleans got on an average, she was dying to go home. She was missing Hope and Klaus and before she could’ve said anything, Rebekah had herself proposed that they should have some dessert already because Klaus and Hope are probably seeing your sight on the doorstep, she’d laughed. 

“I think I’m gonna walk home, the weather’s really nice,” Y/n said when Rebekah began to try and convince her for a lift in her car. 

“Oh, okay!” Rebekah laughed. “You have come out after a long time, so sure!”

Y/n just passed the woman a narrow-eyed glare as she was hugging Freya. 

“Juut text us when you reach home,” Freys said, walking off towards her car. 

Y/n nodded, bidding goodbye and watching the two drive off before she dropped her smile and sighed. God, her cheeks hurt from how much she’d been smiling and laughing. 

She had only walked a couple paces away from their eating spot when she heard footsteps. It was a busy time, a nice day, so many people were out and about. The city was kind of bustling. But still, Y/n turned to look and immediately, she groaned, coming to a pause. 

“Seriously, Aurora?” She almost whined. “You take annoying someone to a whole another scale,” she said with a face that was genuinely twisted into annoyance and irritation. 

“C’mon Y/n,” Aurora said with a newfound confidence, drawing Y/n’s attention right away. “Can’t you have a chat with me, too? Just us girls?” She grinned, and then rolled her eyes when she saw that flash of Hybrid golden in Y/n’s eyes. 

“I’m not here to fight,” she said. “I’m here to make friends with you,” shrugging, she dared to take a step closer, testing the waters. 

“Don’t be so over confident, Aurora,” Y/n gritted, having pinned the woman on a wall. “It almost got you killed, right this moment,” she said, giving her a final flash of her eyes before getting up and walking away. She was not in the mood to kill today, especially not after the amazing brunch she’d had not too long ago. 

But of course, Aurora was too dumb to get that, Y/n noted as she heard feet jogging to catch up to her pace. 

“Just talk to me this once, and I swear I’ll never show you my face ever again,” Aurora rushed to speak, desperate to get Y/n to stop.

They were still a little far from her home, Y/n realised. She could very conveniently kill her right now, and not get blood anywhere near her family home. 

“What?” She asked instead, coming to a stop. 

“I get why you married Klaus now,” Aurora spoke, a smile creeping up on her mouth. Y/n didn’t want to admit that there was a blush as well. It was probably sunburn, she told herself. 

With a slight roll of her eyes, Y/n forced herself to focus. “What do you mean, Aurora?” She asked her, ready to snap her neck if she tried to beat around the bush once more. 

“I mean, you two got together, had a baby so early on in your marriage. I now realise that it’s because he is so good in bed, you had to lock him down somehow, didn’t you?” She laughed, not noticing the gold swarming Y/n’s eyes as she smiled at the ground, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“I would too. Guess I got a bit late, huh?” She continued with a joke, and then stopped. 

Y/n didn’t even talk to her girlfriends like this. How dare this dumb little piece of work, dare to speak of her and Klaus in such a manner? So, she sped through her movements and sunk her fingers in Aurora’s throat, cleansing her insides.

“I rushed. Think I would’ve liked ripping out your dirty fucking tongue instead,” Y/n hissed, her mouth right next to Aurora’s ear and she was so close she could hear the loud thudding of her heart. It made her feel good, and she almost didn’t want to kill her becuase that noise was music to her ears right now. 

Aurora couldn’t say anything, the only noise she could muster up was the sound of choking, because she was. And she was pretty sure her blood was rushing to places inside her where it shouldn’t be. 

But then, something came over Y/n and she slipped her hand out of Aurora’s throat, leaving it intact as she wiped the blood on the very woman’s clothing. “Sleep good. Maybe some rest will knock some sense into you. After all, all this stalking and annoying someone must be exhausting,” Y/n spoke with an understanding shake in her head. 

And then, before Aurora could even realise much, Y/n had her hand placed near her throat and with that, she snapped her neck, quickly rushing to put her back in her house. She wasn’t cruel or angry enough to leave her asleep in the middle of nowhere. 

But she was riled up enough that she needed to rush home and ask Klaus some questions before her mind could get the better of her. 

She knew that this was the time Hope was usually asleep, and she was praying to the gods above that today wouldn’t be any different. And she opened the door to the house, quickly sensing that Hope was, indeed, asleep but she could hear that Klaus wasn’t.

The shower was running. 

Removing her shoes, she walked to the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. Then, tiredly, walked over and sat on the sofa in the living room, knowing that Hope was in the master bedroom and they couldn’t talk, potentially argue, there. 

A lot was taken out of her today, and she needed Klaus to reassure her so that she wouldn’t have a breakdown somewhere in the house because it felt like she was going crazy. She knew that he hadn’t done it, knew that he couldn’t have done it. 

But just for the sake of her brain, she needed him to say it. Needed the words to come out of his mouth so that she would know for sure. For she trusted him more than she trusted herself. 

Because right now, her brain was telling her that she had heard Aurora’s love confession that day, but she hadn’t heard Klaus’ reply. Or that Klaus mostly shut the door when she left him with Aurora or how that one night he had come home late after she had left the two of them alone for Klaus to sort out the matters, and he’d told her not to worry about it – that it was nothing and he had taken care of it.

She knew that it truly was nothing. But once, just once, she wanted him to tell her that. 

Waiting and waiting for the shower to turn off, Y/n slipped into a slumber. So when she felt someone close to her, she caught Kalus leaning in to pick her up, probably to carry her to their bedroom. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” he smiled, his gaze so soft and his dimples evident as he instead pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood up straight. “The girls tired you out, hm?” He asked her, raising her head and placing it on his lap once he had sat himself. 

Y/n only mumbled something, before turning to hide her face in his hip area. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him about this when he was caressing her hair so gingerly, but she knew she had to. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said then, looked up at him. 

“What is it, love?”

God, this was going to be hard. She sat up and fixed her bed head with her fingers before she looked at him again, this time with a wavering sigh. 

“Did you sleep with Aurora?” 

Klaus’ eyes hardened then – the exact response Y/n hadn’t been longing to receive. 

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Taking Quinn home to meet your parents for the first time? Could the reader have a little brother who knows who Quinn is? Pretty please? 🎀

"Oh, be warned, mom is probably going to give you a kiss."

From the driver's seat, Quinn gave you a peculiar look as he rounded the last corner before finally arriving at your parent's house. He didn't know what to do with the tidbit of information you had given him, which prompted you to elaborate. You knew you should have probably declared that a lot earlier, but it had simply slipped your mind. It had been quite sometime since you had brought anyone home since moving away.

"Just on the cheek! She's...just really affectionate!"

Returning his eyes to the road, Quinn's tone dropped, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Daddy will look at you like he wants to shoot you...but only for a few minutes."

It was a nervous laugh that came out of Quinn's mouth. "Yeah, that's uh-- that's good to know. Thanks-- babe."

"Oh, stop! You'll be fine!"

It was obvious Quinn was nervous, and while you tried to reassure him that everything was okay, he still looked at you with unease after parking the car. This was supposed to be a fun day, and you felt responsible for the sudden shift in the overall mood.

"I promise they'll love you!" You reached over and touched his hand. "I promise."

Quinn gave you the softest smile before following you out of the car. He shuffled silently behind you, up the sidewalk and to the front door where after a short moment, your mother answered your knocking.

"Oh, you finally made it!" She hugged you first before zeroing in on Quinn, who still was lingering on the porch. "You too, Quinn! Come on!"

While he got the mother treatment, you made your way over to your dad, who was getting up from his chair.

"So this is the guy, huh?" He wasn't the most affectionate man, nor the most chipper when it came to who his daughter was involved with, so you didn't take his lack of warmth too personally.

"Be nice! He's sweet, you'll like him. And I'm happy to see you, too!"

His grumble was to be expected. He had yet to "like" any of your boyfriends; his standards just seemed too high. "Mhm, you've said that before."

You'd roll your eyes before leaving him to go rescue Quinn. "Mom! Let him breathe!"

"Oh, he's fine! It's good to finally meet you! Y|N has told us quite a bit about you, but I'm sure she's been holding back!"

Yours and Quinn's cheeks flushed with pink; yours because your mom had just revealed how often you talked about him, and Quinn's because he was being talked about... Before either of you could open your mouths to say anything in objection, your little brother came running from his room upstairs. The sounds of his rapid footfalls made everyone turn towards the thuds. He had just turned fourteen and was loving being the only child in the house since you had moved out.

"Whoa, what is Quinn Hughes doing in our living room?" He had come to a stop in the middle of the staircase, and was staring at Quinn, mouth slightly open at the sight of the hockey player standing there.

"How do you know who he is?" Questioned your mother, confused by the sudden change of events. She looked from your brother, to you, and then finally at Quinn. He was smiling, hands in his pockets as he hated being the center of attention for anything.

"He's the captain for the Vancouver Canucks, mom!"

"The who?"

Your brother threw his head back as he sighed, still the drama queen you realized. "Hockey, mom! C'mon!"

"Attitude," barked your dad, growing more annoyed with the back-and-forth. Now was about the time that he took his afternoon nap, and like a toddler, he was getting grumpy. Your brother, ignored the fact that he was being reprimanded, an made short work of the rest of the stairs to stop right in front of Quinn. He had yet to even acknowledge you were standing there!

"You're like the best defenseman in the league! I can't believe you're in my house!"

"Meet your biggest fan, Quinn," you teased as your brother eyed you like he had caught you in the act of theft.

"You're dating my sister? What the heck?"

Quinn smirked despite the family dynamic being a little chaotic at the moment, "Yeah, for about a year now."

Your brother didn't know how to respond to what Quinn had said, and opted to give you another judgmental stare instead. He had been around ten when you moved out, and neither of you had been real close whenever you had lived together. Now, however, you felt like complete strangers; he only seemed interested that you were home because of who you had brought along.

"Gross! You could do better!"

"Parker!" Hissed both of your parents in unison. You stifled a snort at him getting double-teamed; poor Quinn, however, looked lost at sea.

"What? It's true!" He snickered, looking back at Quinn like he was going to somehow agree with the childish statement. "Hey, do you think you could sign one of my sticks?"

Breaking up your brother trying to be the center of attention, she turned back to Quinn, "Y|N said you played hockey, but we didn't realize you played professionally! You're so young! And Parker, leave him be, alright? There will be plenty of time for all of that later. They've not even taken their coats off! Come on, you two. Let me make you both something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry."

Parker couldn't get over the fact that he had just met his sports idol, your boyfriend no less. He couldn't wait to tell the team at practice. They weren't going to believe him!

[eufezco]

Richie with wife reader. Soft!Richie only for his girls!! Anything at all. Fluff and a little suggestive. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :))

Richie asked you if you could stay with his daughter when Carmen called him from the restaurant to ask him for help. There was only a week left before the opening and even though Richie was on his day off, he could not ignore Carmen when he needed him.

It had been a couple of hours since he had left and little Eva was busy watching TV while you cooked dinner. She had asked a few times where her dad was but she felt comfortable enough with you to forget that Richie had been gone all afternoon. You both had watched a movie, made some drawings for Richie and Tiffany while you listened to Taylor Swift, you had prepared a snack for her when she woke up from her nap and now she was sitting on your couch in her pajamas, peacefully waiting for her daddy.

Richie opened the door of the house. —I'm sorry. I'm sorry. How are my sweetest girls? Oh, you missed me? —He asked his daughter when she stood from the couch and ran to him. Richie picked up the girl and hugged her while he walked towards you to give a quick kiss on your lips.

You hummed when Richie kissed you, glad that he was finally home and just in time for dinner. —We've really missed you —You were focused on mixing the pasta well with the sauce. —Do you wanna tell him why, Eva?

—We took a nap —. The little girl confessed and Richie acted hurt.

—You took a nap? Without me? — Richie asked and Eva laughed He smiled. —Was it good at least? —He asked and the girl nodded. Richie gave her another tight hug and devoured the little girl's face with kisses before putting her down on the floor and telling her to go and wait for him on the couch.

Once Eva was focused on the TV, Richie put his arms around your body, hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder while you continued cooking.—I'm sorry, baby. I should've called to tell you that it was going to take longer.

—It's fine, Richie. You know I don't mind looking after her. We've had fun.

He hugged you tighter, you had always been so sweet to his daughter and Eva loved spending time with you. Tiffany had played a big part in it, you both had a lot of respect for each other and she had helped to bring her daughter's relationship with you closer.

—You're gonna be the best mom in the world.

You hummed again. Richie, with his head tucked on your neck, tickled you with his beard. You closed your eyes, feeling Richie's hands caressing your belly over your clothes. You wanted nothing more than to be a mother to his kids, but with all the chaos after the wedding and the opening of the restaurant, you had been too busy to stop and think about it.

—Why don't we start now? —He murmured in your ear. Richie's hands started slowly moving from your belly to the elastic of your pajama pants. His face on your neck started kissing your skin there. You bit your lower lip and stopped mixing the pasta to give him a gentle slap on his hands to get him to behave.

—Richie, Eva's here —. You whispered.

He huffed and let his forehead fall on your shoulder. You giggled at his reaction and put one of your hands on his head to caress his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed your touch. Richie didn't want to show you how overwhelmed he was with everything related to the restaurant opening, but he didn't have to because you already knew. You both worked there, you knew how it worked. The only thing that made you relax these days was coming home together and realizing that you had each other. Marrying you was the best decision he had ever made in his life, there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think about how lucky he was.

—Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you go and take a shower?

Richie nodded and let his arms go from around your body. You turned around and kissed his lips. He showed you a satisfied little smile and went in for another kiss. Then, Richie walked over to the couch and planted a kiss on the top of Eva's head, who was too distracted by the TV.

—Wait —. You said before he went into the bathroom. Richie turned and saw you walking to where he was. His blue eyes lit up.

—Want to join me? —He asked excited. You nodded and his excitement grew. Richie's great imagination was already working and he couldn't have liked more all the images that went through his mind.

—We won't take long.

—We won't?

You shook your head and laughed. His daughter was there and the dinner was ready but food could wait and if Eva needed anything she could knock on the door or just call you, your apartment was not that big, and you would hear her just fine. By the time you finished thinking about it, the bathroom door was already closed and Richie's lips were on yours while he pulled on the hem of your pajama shirt.

@pear-1206 <333

[usagiarchive]

groceries — jing yuan x reader

usagi's note: i know i usually have a song here, but i just went with the thought instead of a vibe this time ><

sypnosis. [ 0.5k words. fluff. ] — Every weekend, the three of you would go out for groceries. A small bit on what it's like.

“Yanqing?” you called out from the kitchen, “Are you dressed yet?”

The pitter patter of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard moments later. “I'm ready! I'm ready!!”

The little boy, not older than seven slammed into the side of your legs for a hug, “Are we gonna go now?” he asked, looking up at you.

You give the boy an affectionate head ruffling, “Go get your Dad, then we'll go,” you say as you use your other hand to pack sandwiches into his backpack.

Yanqing nods repeatedly and then runs off to find his Dad. You hum a little song as you zip up the bag.

The little kid comes back running to you, tugging your arm and running back, you walk to the office as he starts saying what happened.

“He's sleeping with Mimi, Mama! He's sleeping!”

You let out a chuckle, Yuan did say he was going to take a nap. You let yourself be pulled in by your son.

Lo and behold, when the door opens, Yuan is there lying down on his fluffy rug, Mimi, ever the napper, is beside him.

You grow a smile on your face at the sight and snap a few pics as Yanqing is still fussing over why he's still asleep and you sigh in content as you sit down next to your lover's sleeping figure.

You run your fingers through his hair, his resting face as beautiful as ever.

“Mamaaaa!” Yanqing complains, “Stop appreciating Dad's face! We have to do the groceries!”

“I know, I know, I'm gonna wake him up now, kiddo,” you tell him and shake the man below you.

“Yuan, wake up,”

“...Hmm?”

The general rises sleepily without a second to lose and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Mama, that's a cool trick, you have to teach me that,” Yanqing says in awe, “He never wakes when I do that! I even sat on his chest earlier…” he trails off.

You laugh at the kid then place a hand behind the snow-haired man's head.

“Best get dressed quickly, xīngān, no?”

He nods against you, then goes to stand.

You turn to Yanqing who beams at you, “Okay, how about we eat a snack before Dad comes back?” you tell him.

The rapid nods were all you needed to know.

…

Jing Yuan took about thirty minutes to get dressed and tie his hair up, he found the two of you in the kitchen eating cinnamon rolls and cheesecake.

“And then, the stars moved like this! Like this- Dad!”

You whipped your head to look at him.

“Ready?” you ask as you raise your fork, urging him to open his mouth.

Your lover leans forward and takes a bite of the cheesecake.

“It's good,” he says and kisses your cheek.

“Come now, you two, groceries,”

…

The day was spent just like that, the three of you roaming around the Exalting Sanctum and the Central Starskiff Haven.

If reporters were to ask the people of Luofu what they saw, they'd say they saw the Head Healer of the Alchemy Commission and the General of the Luofu walking together.

The General was carrying a lot of bags on one hand, they'd say, holding the Healer's hand in the other as she carried a child asleep on her shoulder who looked no older than six.

If those reporters would ask the people of Luofu what they saw, they'd say they saw a happy family.

usagi's note: did a grocery run today, it was stressful since its holiday season, but i went with a friend soooo... hehehe 😊 it was fun, i like doing normal tasks.

@usagiarchive 2024. do not repost, translate, or use for AI.

[reallyromealone]

I HAVE COME TO REQUEST

So basically Ciel babysitting Elizabeth's little brother part 3, I can imagine (name) hanging out with his new demon friend with Sebastian telling Ciel what happened and Ciel's like "get rid of the demon" because he didn't want little name to get hurt by the demon or make a deal so young ≧ω≦

(No need to do this)

Title: demon? Demon!

Fandom: obey me, black butler

Characters: Ciel, Elizabeth (mentioned), Sebastian, Asmodeus

Fic type: fluff, suggestive between Sebastian and Asmodeus

Pairings: none

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, Asmodeus is a shit, fluff, cute, reader loves flowers

Notes: I can't believe I'm shipping Asmodeus and Sebastian

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

(Name) Held his new friends hand gently as they played in the garden, the maids and butlers unable to take their eyes off the beautiful brunette that took the position of (name)s nanny, watching over him with a sweet smile "Asmo! Look!" (Name) Pointed to a pretty flower that was a soft shade of pink "same colour as your eyes!" He said excitedly and the demon cooed at the little one.

(Name)s new development was... Concerning for Ciel and Sebastian who came by to visit with some toys and sweets for the little one as Elizabeth finished her sword classes.

"Sebastian"

"Yes, young master?"

"We must remove that demon from (name)s company" Ciel said simply and Sebastian nodded, the two were well aware of what caliber of demon Asmodeus was, he was a sin avatar.

They knew he was taking energy from the staff, thankfully he hadn't made any deals with (name), the boy clearly just thinking that the lust avatar was his new best friend.

"Come now, it's naptime for you little one" Asmodeus lifted the boy up and (name) pouted "but I'm not sleepy!" He whined and Asmodeus shushed him "big boys need naps, look at Mr Sebastian, do you think he got this big without naps?"

"Did you nap Mr Sebastian?" (Name) Asked the demon who smiled at the little one "of course young master (name)" Sebastian said and (name) nodded before letting himself be carried to his awaiting bed for nap time.

Sebastian could hear the other sing a lullaby to the little one before getting up "now why are you following me, lesser?" Asmodeus asked with a sickeningly sweet tone "don't tell me you're sweet on me~" he teased and Sebastian scoffed and glared at him "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to make a deal with young (name)"

"Deal?"

"Is that not why you're with him?"

Asmodeus let out a laugh before smiling at Sebastian "no no, I'm simply bored and he's great entertainment... I have been having baby fever of sorts and I don't want to raise a little hellion so here I am" Asmodeus explained to the other before leaning closer "it's so cute how worried you are~"

"I'm simply carrying out a task for my young master" Sebastian smiled and got closer "if I find you doing any deals with that child I will kill you" he whispered to the other who grinned "kinky" he replied and Sebastian wanted to strangle him.

Asmodeus knew this wouldn't be the last he saw of the crow demon who was obviously tasked with removal but he wanted to have fun with the demon.

And fun he would.

But first he had to put together a few games for his little buddy, he was thinking of painting.

[starlight-write]

Grumpy Cat

Requests: Open!

Summary: Angel enjoys messing with his boyfriend a little to much, which leads to an interesting discovery.

Pairings: Ler!Angeldust, Lee!Husk (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Nifty being weird

Word Count: 2495

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It was rare to spot the old cat anywhere in the hotel besides the bar, which had become a sort of safe haven for the old grouch that he almost never let anyone else into cause that's his spot goddamnit.

Besides a certain spider, of course. But that's besides the point.

Today was one of those days it seemed as Husker took his opportunity while the main floor was empty to claim a spot on the couch.

Seeing as no one was around, the cat allowed himself to give in to his animal instincts and circled the spot a few times before curling up in a ball and letting himself drift away into a much deserved catnap.

The bartender couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour before he was woken up by faint whispers and giggling right above his head, followed by the tickly sensation of something touching the inside of his ear.

"Be quiet. I want to see how far I can shove this thing in this hole."

"Oh! Oh! We should shove my needle in there next!"

Husk snapped his head up to see Angeldust and Nifty smiling innocently down at him. He noticed his punk ass boyfriend was holding one of his red feathers in his hand.

Husker quickly shook himself off and got up to face the two instigators.

"Alright, alright. You two had your fun, now scram! There are plenty of other assholes in this building to bother if you're that bored." He said, hands making a shoo-ing motion towards the pair.

"But we didn't even get to dissect you yet!" Nifty whined and held her oversized needle up in the air.

"Hey, I think I heard a couple rats in the vents. Go find those and dissect them instead, you freak." Husk pointed.

The girl laughed maniacally and she scurried out of the room.

Husk shivered a bit.

"God that thing freaks me out."

Angeldust fiddled with the feather in his hands. "Eh. The brats actually pretty fun to be around when she's toned down the psycho a bit."

The man noticed the feather once again and pointed an accusatory finger at his boyfriend. "And just where do you get off shoving things into people's ears."

"You really want me to answer that?" He smirked.

Husk just groaned and fell face-down back onto the couch. Still a bit groggy from his nap and annoyed at his boyfriend's antics.

The cat sprawled out over the length of the couch as he repositioned himself, allowing his wings full range to reach up and hide his face away from the other.

"Whatever, go find your little friend a make a porno with the rats or whatever it is you like to do for fun. Just leave me out of it."

"Awww what's wrong? Monday blues got you down, Whiskers?" Angel cooed sweetly before making his way over to the side of the couch where he proceeded to climb on top of the grumpy cats back.

"Off."

"What? I'm putting the feather back right where I found it." Angel teased and began playing with his boyfriends wings.

Husk couldn't stop his wings from twitching a bit under the sporadic touches. Just as he was about to use one to swipe his boyfriend off of the couch, the spider reached up and began carefully massaging the cats shoulders.

Dammit. The cat thought as his entire body instantly turned too putty under his boyfriend's hands. That bastard knew how much this affected him, it's not fair.

The cat grumbled a bit longer but gladly accepted his fate and relaxed into the touch. His body relaxing completely as he began to purr.

Angel laughed softly at the adorable sight. Figured this was a good way to apologize for interrupting the cat's nap.

"See, I'm not all that bad.~"

Husker gave a small hum in response before nuzzling his face in his arms. Stress melting away and Husk found himself drifting off to sleep not even a few minutes later.

The other just smiled softly and enjoyed the feeling of Husk's soft fur running through his fingers.

"Yeah, your grouchy ass definitely needed this." The demon said before leaning give the cat a quick kiss.

A couple more minutes passed. Angel's fingers continued slowly down the other's back tracing lines and shaped before he eventually reached the space near the base of the cat's wings.

The spider didn't even register that his fingers had accidentally brushed against the wings' base until the cat jolted violently as if he had been shocked, followed by a loud yelp.

Husk stiffened. He immediately tried to get out from under his boyfriend while reaching back to push the other's hand.

"A-Alright. That's enough. L-Let me up."

Angel froze, worried he'd somehow hurt him, but proceeded to do the opposite of what his partner asked and instead pushed him back down on the couch.

"Sorry, did I hurt ya?" He asked as he began feeling around the spot for any damage. "Was it just a really sore spot I hit or something else?"

He continued to gently brush around the wings while barely grazing his fingers, worried to cause any more pain. Only more concerning that the other wasn't answering him.

Angel looked up and saw that his boyfriend's shoulders were shaking and both hands covered his mouth with his face buried deep into the cushion.

It took longer than Angel would like to admit for him to finally put the pieces together, the demon smiled widely at the realization.

"Ooooooh. That's what that was?~" The spider leaned forward to whisper in the cat's ear. Pressing down a bit harder to pin the other even more. "Husker~ Don't tell me you're ticklish~"

Time to go. The cat thought as he scrambled and fought to get away from the menace on top of him. That tone itself was enough to tell him his boyfriend's little mood had returned with a vengeance.

The spider laughed and sprouted his two extra sets of arms to help him pin the other in place.

"Dammit!- Let me go! Hrgh!- Get offa me-" Husk squirmed viciously, twisting beneath the other and fighting for any chance to escape. He hissed as his wrists were caught and pinned firmly above his head, the other pairs holding down his wings and hips.

The demon chuckled and Husk could practically hear that shit-eating grin he no doubt has on his stupid face- that fucker.

"Awww you're so cute, trying to get away from me~" The cat snarled as the demon leaned over to whisper in his ear again. "What's wrong, Whiskers? Surely a tough guy like you can't be that sensitive~"

A finger trailed along the top of his wing causing the bartender's whole body to jolt again.

"D-D-Don-Don't you fu-fucking dare."

"Aw what's gottcha so nervous, Husky?~ Am I ruffling your feathers too much?~" Angel teased, using both hands to stroke along the length of the wings.

Husk's face was on fire at this point. The other's teasing was just too much.

He thought he would get used to the other's constant flirting and teasing remarks the other flung at him every single day. But even then, it never failed to make the bartender's face heat up, granted he would never admit it to anyone. For once, being thankful for the fur covering his face.

That, along with the awfully light strokes on his wings was enough for the poor cat to completely shut down. Too flustered to get a single word out.

The cat buried his face in the couch once again as his body shook with repressed laughter.

Angel smiled and began wiggling his fingers as he ran up and down the length of the wings. Husk let out a frustrated growl, trying desperately to block out the horrible tickly feeling. A few grunts managing to escape as the cat tried to bury his face even further into the cushion.

The wings twitched violently under the touch causing the next pair of hands reach up and hold them in place as well.

"Jesus, Husker, is it that bad?" He laughed. "I have have never seen you this worked up before! Gotta say, I'm a little hurt that you've hid this from me for so long~"

The hands were drawing closer and closer to the demon's back and he was having a much harder time forcing down his laughter.

"You ignoring me? I can tell you're smiling, Husker~ You must be enjoying this!"

A high-pitched whine escaped from the cat demon's throat at hearing his sadistic excuse for a partner. He shook his head rapidly and kicked his legs as he tried to distract himself from the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

The hands made their way to the tips of each wing and stayed there for a good second. Husker took this chance to breath and regain some of his composure. Unaware that he'd just confirmed his parter's suspicions.

"You're so cute." Angel smiled. "Do your wings become less sensitive the farther out they go?" He asked, experimentally scribbling the very ends of the appendages.

Husk froze. It's fucking Angel, of course he'd be the one to figure it out. God, Husk hated how perceptive he was when it came to finding new ways to fuck with him. Husker knew he was screwed no matter what he said. He huffed and turned around to look at his tormentor.

He honestly couldn't believe that bastard had the audacity to smile down at him, just as innocent as earlier, as if he wasn't torturing him to death just for the fun of it.

"Oh, fuck you." Husk spat. Not that it mattered, he knew his boyfriend was about to kill him either way.

Although he'd be lying if he said that seeing the other's face morph from faux innocence so downright sinister didn't send a chill down his spine.

"What was that?~" Angel smiled. Hands moved once again across the wing's length only much, much slower than before.

"I-I sai- I-ugh!-" Dammit. Husk cursed his voice for stuttering and began to yank and twist his wrists again more out of embarrassment than thinking he was actually going to get away from this monster on top of him.

"Oh no. You were so bold just a second ago, why not say it again before I make you regret it.~" Fingers still trailing slowly as he tightened his grip around the other's wrists.

"Yo-Yohohou ahaha b-b-bahahahhahaha-" A steady stream of giggles finally escaped from his throat, the demon being to flustered to even try to suppress any of it at this point. The cat twisted and turned violently in a fit of frustration and embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Angel chuckled, finally reaching the base of the cat's wings, fingers barely touching the feathers while still making their presence known. "You never answered my question though, does it tickle more the further down I go? I sure hope not. If that's the case, I don't know how you're gonna handle this~" Angel exclaimed as he finally went in for the kill. Using all four of his hands to torment the base and lower section of the winds.

Husk screamed silently at the sensation, before actually screaming as his struggling increase tenfold.

"aaAAAAAAHHH!!! AHAHAHAH- STA-STAHAHAHAAA- FAHAHA-"

Poor Husker was thrown into screaming hysterics almost immediately, that spot was terrible enough by itself, never mind having four hands completely focusing on wrecking him there!

Why the fuck did Angel need to have three pairs of arms??? This isn't fair!!

The poor demon didn't last long, his body soon went completely limp as he resigned himself to his fate, not having anymore energy to resist the overly intense feeling. His voice went silent for a moment as well when his body forced him to take a break from the near constant laughing/screaming.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped and all six hands released their grip on the poor demon.

Husker gasped deeply and collapsed, pulling his arms protectively over his sides now that his wrists were free.

Angel was still on top of him however, only now gently stroking the cat's head.

And that bastard is still laughing.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're alright. Breathe."

Husker did just that, gulping in as much air as he could. The mortification of what just happened setting in as more oxygen found its way to his head.

Angel chuckled almost nervously and began sweetly massaging the cat's shoulder blades again.

"Heh. You still alive? You scared me for a second there, got quiet and stopped moving all of a sudden. I almost thought I killed ya." He gave another nervous chuckle.

"Fu-Fuhuhuck y-you, bihihitch." The bartender managed to get out. Still not moving a muscle and recovering from the attack.

"Ah, yeah. I went a little overboard, I'm sorry. You're just so cute, and I've never been able to get a reaction like that out of you before. I really couldn't help myself. Especially when I got you to smile like that- I was- AAH!!"

Husk promptly cut off his boyfriend's rambling by bucking hard enough to finally throw him off the couch.

The demon grunted as hell fell to the floor. Looking back up at his partner who had curled himself into a ball, wings held tightly against him as he regained his composure.

"I am actually gonna kill you for that one." He huffed out.

Angel stood, brushing himself off and nervously ran his finger through his hair.

"Yeah...I kind of deserve it for that one." He laughed and sat back down next to the cat. "Seriously though, you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He mumbled, his signature grouch finding its way back onto his face. To which Angel reached up and scratched under the cat's chin.

"What are y- eh whatever." God, he hated being a cat. Being forced to enjoy this sort of shit.

Angel laughed. "You still love me?"

Husk cut his eyes over at his pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and huffed.

"Unfortunately."

The other smiled and cupped the cat's face while kissing his forehead.

Angel pulled back, still holding the other's face. Suddenly he got the idea to test out another suspicion of his.

"I could tell you liked it though." The spider said.

The cat stuttered a bit and jerked his head out of the other's grip.

"You are downright impossible! What makes you think I'd enjoy that type of childishness even a little bit?!"

Angel pressed his palms together and smirked at the other.

"Oh, y'know one sign could be how warm your face just got."

Husk froze with his mouth wide open at the sheer amount of audacity-

"That's it!-" He declared as he shot up off the couch and lunged at his boyfriend who was now running for his life, laughing the entire way.

Husk hated when he was right, and now he's gonna kill him for it.

[alwayzadorbs]

Pranking Lucifer never goes well!

The Anti-Lucifer league would need your help to Prank Lucifer, It does not go over well for you.

WARNING, smut, and suggestive scenes. I tried to keep it gender-neutral so everybody can enjoy it, sorry if it's not fully gn!

pairing, Lucifer X gn!mc OBEY ME

You sat down in The House Lamentations Library, trying to relax after the day you had. You were feeling tired after completing your schoolwork for the day and sat down with a fun activity. You glanced over to the seat next to you, Belphie was Napping, still in his school uniform. He must've come in sometime after school and started sleeping, it was a few hours after school now and he was still asleep. Just as you started to unwind, you were interrupted by the unpleasant sound of the Library slamming open.

It was satan, He was the source of all the racket. He wasted no time telling you why he was so angry,

"Who does he think he is! How dare he! I asked Lucifer if I could keep the stray cat I've been taking care of and he said NO!" He yelled, disrespecting the unwritten rules of the library.

"He deserves to be turned into a Frog! Or maybe I'll turn him into a cat and see how he likes being a stray!" he continued

"satan..." Belphie groaned, popping his head up "You are being way too loud...some of us are trying to sleep.." he mumbled

"Mc, Belphie, we need to get him back for this! we can't let him treat us like this!! Mc, I need you to mix a Potion and serve it to him!" Satan said, pointing towards you

"Wait WHAT, why me?!" you protested, "Do it yourself! I don't want to incur Lucifer's wrath!"

"Listen, he won't accept it if we serve it to him! he'll be suspicious right away, so it has to be you! you're the one he's the least cautious of, Mc." He made a point, but you still didn't want to be the one getting in trouble for it

"And Plus," Belphie inserted, "if Lucifer catches you we'll just blame Mammon.." he yawned, stretching his hand over his mouth

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So there you were, outside of Lucifer's secret study, about to knock on his door. With the small plate and teacup, you had filled it with Earl Grey, his favorite, aside from the elixer you added to it.

Is this really what you want to do? think about what he might do to you if he catches on... he strings up Mammon by his feet so you wonder what type of punishment he'd give you if he had to.

You brought your hand up to the door and knocked three times

"Lucifer, It's me, may I come in?" you say timidly, still a bit worried about the consequences.

"Come in..." He said after a few moments

You opened the door, noting the soft music playing in the background, his eyes were stuck to the papers in front of him, and the mountain of forms and documents that stood beside him.

"Working hard again? I brought you something to drink." You said, walking towards his desk, the door clicked shut behind you.

"Ah, you brought be tea? That's awfully kind of you, Mc." He looked up at you with his enchanting red eyes, dropping his fountain pen onto his desk to grab the plate you offered him.

"Thank you." he smiled, bringing the cup to his lips, had it really been that easy?!

you studied his features, truly fitting for a former angel, the way his raven hair draped down and curled slightly at the end, his pale pink lips, looking soft as ever, he really was devilishly handsome. you felt flustered from simply admiring him.

"It's delicious" He sighed, breaking you out of your thoughts. "I only have one qualm, next time make it without this Elixer, Hm?" he smirked at you, teacup in one hand, the other resting on his thigh.

It took you a moment to realize what he just said, blinking at him for a moment.

"Naturally, I'm impervious to Potions of this sort, you didn't think you could trick an Elite demon like me with a Potion of that caliber?" he paused for a moment, setting his teacup down and swerving his chair towards you

"It'd have to be on the level of Hellfire Newt Syrup though, I don't blame it for not being able to affect me." he laughed a bit, his eyelids lowering, still smirking. He lightly tugged at your arm, inviting you to sit on his lap.

"I...uhh..." You were a bit flustered, you felt kind of dumb for trying to take advantage of THE avatar of Pride. As he pulled you into his lap you blushed, not being able to come up with an excuse.

"I'm sorry.." you looked down, preparing for the impending doom of Lucifer's punishment.

You felt his chest rise and fall as he laughed, "Now you wouldn't expect to get away with this would you?" he placed his hand on your thigh firmly squeezing it

"Obviously it was Satan and Belphie who put you to his..but you can't be allowed to get away with this..." He told you firmly, but with no real anger behind his words.

"Now I wonder how I should punish you? Maybe I should string you up naked? I could tie you up and keep you here till daybreak." he didn't waste time and started touching you, he tore his gloves away from his hands, slipping his fingers underneath your shirt to feel you up.

One of his hands rode up your thigh, the other playing with your nipple, squeezing it and rolling it between his fingers, he leaned down to kiss you.

He wouldn't say it, but he was waiting for the moment you broke his rules, he had been fantasizing about the things he would do when he had the pleasure of putting you in your place, not that he despised you, its just what he enjoyed doing. He often would think about doing those kinds of things with you, he pondered what your reaction would be when he touched you in between your legs

Now he could really live out his fantasies, and he had no intention of leaving anything unexplored. he kissed you passionately, now he knew what he'd make you do first.

"Mc, I want to know, how sorry are you? get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness" he pulled away from the kiss, now ripping your shirt open, the buttons of your shirt popped right off, falling to the floor with light clacks.

He placed his hand under your chin, pulling your face lightly towards him

"When I give you an order, you say 'Yes, Lucifer'. understood?" he looked you in the eyes, and you saw a man coming undone. his cheeks were flush, with a hungry look in his eyes

"Y..." you paused for a moment, feeling embarrassed by the words you were about to mutter.

"Yes... Lucifer" you said, softly, averting your gaze, face feeling hotter by the moment. you always thought that you'd be a little less shameless, in your fantasies it was different but the man that stood in front of you made your knees weak.

"What was that Little Lamb? You should speak up." He said, the pride showing in his voice, he loved to fluster you

"Yes, Lucifer!" You said, speaking louder, looking at him for approval

"Good." He smirked at you as you sunk to your knees in between his legs, You were face to face with his clothed erection, making a tent in his pants.

You reached for the zipper on his pants, pulled it down, and prepared to see his dick, gulping before pulling his boxers down. His dick sprung out, its length shocking you for a moment.

extremely flustered, you gently grabbed his member, swirling your thumb on his tip, lubricating it with his precum.

You slid your grip down to the base as you take the tip of his penis into your mouth, sucking and circling your tongue. You shifted your gaze upwards,

Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying it, pink flushing across his face, he placed a hand on your head, threading his fingers through your hair, guiding your head down, pushing his dick deeper into your mouth

Your head bobbed up and down as you massaged his dick with your tongue, swirling it in circles over his whole length, then sucking as you pulled away, then taking him back in your mouth as far as you can handle, you can't help but let out noises as you try to catch your breath or hold back your gag reflex,

Lucifer's grip on your hair got tightened, "Ah.... Mc." he moaned your name, and only then did you notice just how much he was enjoying it, his breathing hitched

"Don't think your punishment will be over after this, there's still more I want to do to you." He sighed, looking down at you, guiding your head with his grip, "I want you to swallow everything, and if you spill then I'll punish you more"

You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending him over the edge, you kept his dick in your mouth, feeling the warm liquid against your throat, it tasted salty but not overwhelmingly so. you tried not to waste any of his cum, knowing how cruel he could be, but you didn't do a good job.

White liquid dripped from your chin onto your bottoms and skin, 'it's over for me..' you thought, as you licked your lips of the remaining fluids

"Uh-oh.." he said in a seductively sad tone, upon seeing the drips of his cum on you

he gently gripped your chin and tilted your head to make eye contact with him "So close, I guess you weren't sorry enough" he frowned

"Please..Please don't punish me more Lucifer" you say, pouting

"I really do promise I won't do it again!" you say, standing up

"well.. I'm not convinced that you're really sorry..Mc, ill spare you the benefit of the doubt.." he stood up, pushing you aside for a moment to slide everything off his desk, papers fluttered down to the floor, office supplies clattered, and his lamp thumped to the floor.

He pushed you down onto the desk, ripped your bottoms off, and spread your legs, he shoved himself between them. grabbing your writs and pinning them to the desk, he grinded against you, dick still stiff despite the fact he just came.

You sighed, the friction bothering you, you just wanted him inside you already,

"Lucifer...Please..." you begged, squirming under him.

"Please, what?" he chuckled to himself, pressing himself harder against you, grinding his hips into yours.

"Please...Fuck me.." you whimpered

"This is a punishment, don't you remember that?" he held your wrists together with one hand, lowering the other to your underwear, slipping them aside

"But I i guess ill get on with it" he groaned, growing impatient, himself.

He teased your entrance, sliding his dick against you, almost sliding in but pulling away at the last moment. You whined every time he pulled away, he basked in your frustration.

Enjoying every moment of your torment, you laid under him, and he revealed the sight before him. Your blouse was completely open, exposing your entire chest and torso, he had torn off your bottoms and also your shoes in the process, your underwear was this close to being torn off, you drove him crazy, the way your chest heaved when he teased you.

He finally stopped teasing you and slowly pushed inside of you, stretching your walls around him, he went deep inside of you, and you couldn't help but moan as he filled you up.

"Oh? you Like that do you?" he sucked in through his teeth, pulling out and then thrusting back in. he sighed deeply, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, and your eyes drifted to the shirt opening. you looked at his black hair, his red eyes, down to his Adam's apple, his barely covered pecs, his nipple peaking through the shirt, you looked down to his abs, the Devildom's light cast a glow on his body that drew you in the more you looked.

"Yes, Lucifer!" you cried out as he slammed into your body, rather unexpectedly.

He slammed into your sensitive spot, earning a moan from you, he picked up his pace, thrusting into the same spot over, and over.

He placed one hand on your chest, circling and rubbing your nipple with his fingers. His thrusts got sloppy, and he unraveled when he heard your sweet moans, like music to his ears. He was sweating, a beat of sweat rolling off his face. he moaned as he felt you tighten on his dick, he had no idea how good you felt.

he thrusted into you, his hands moving off of your wrists and chest, he gripped the bedsheets, you felt hotness swell in your stomach, you were so close. "shit..! Lucifer! Lucifer, Lucifer!" you pleaded with him, on the edge of pleasure

"Mc," He sighed, thrusting deeper into you, "Ah, Mc, I cant stop myself." he groaned as you felt hot liquid fill you, completely pushing you over the edge. You both breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, a string of white liquid pulling out with his dick.

"Am I forgiven?" you say, in between breaths.

"Not a chance. Im not done with you." He said smirking at you, you knew that your night wasn't over yet. he would punish you until dawn.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am II

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: The plane ride

You sipped your champagne as you relaxed back in your seat.

Your bodyguard sat at the very front of the plane, nearest the cockpit to give some semblance of privacy. Of course, the idea of true privacy on a plane was laughable but it was as close as you could get and you were thankful for that.

"Are you still looking at the shower?" You called out, your head angling towards the back of the plane," It's just a shower."

"On a plane!" Aitana said as she peaks out of the back compartment," An ensuite bathroom on a plane! You've got a bed!"

"Where else are we supposed to sleep?"

"It's only a few hours," Aitana said as she took her seat next to you," Why would we need to sleep?"

"A nap never hurt anyone," You replied," Besides, we still need to request permission to land and such. Some airports don't like when we give them too short a notice."

"You're royalty," Aitana insisted," They're probably jumping over themselves to get you to land with them. They're probably thinking you're going to tip."

She laughed but it petered off when she realised you weren't laughing with her.

"No, seriously? You tip just to land?"

You shrugged. "Tipping never hurt anyone." You stood and stretched. "Greece still sound good to you?"

"We've been in the air for nearly half an hour! What do you mean does 'Greece still sound good'?! What have we been doing?"

"Flying aimlessly," You said," This is kind of like an expensive joyride."

Aitana's mouth hung open. "You're so out of my league."

You grinned, all suave with years of charming foreign dignitaries. "Pretty sure you're the one who's out of my league." You leaned towards her, lips skimming the shell of her ear. "You know, the bed is pretty big. The cabin's almost soundproof." You wiggled your brows. "Feel like joining the mile-high club?"

"You want me to agree to join the mile high club? In the private jet of the English royal family?"

"What? Not fancy enough for you?"

"You might want to make our excuses. I'd hate for your bodyguard to think I'm rude."

Your bodyguard, in the end, didn't think Aitana to be rude at all. Even though the two of you disappeared into the bedroom for the remaining time of the flight.

"What time do we land?" She asked.

You hooked your shoulder over your chin, throwing your bare leg over her hip. She was lying on her side facing away from you but that didn't stop you from being as close as humanly possible to her.

"Hmm," You hummed," An hour? Hour and a half? Depends on if they've already found an airport to land at."

"Is this your world?" She asked with a little giggle," Taking your fancy jet to places without even a plan?"

"Well," Your voice dropped low as you kissed her naked shoulder," I do have a plan. It's fifty percent complete now."

"Oh, yeah? What was the plan?"

"Well..." You trailed kisses down her skin. "The first part was getting you to agree to get on the plane with me. The second part was having my wicked, wicked way with you in said plane. The rest of it? Wait and see, princess."

"Princess? I think you'll find that you're the only princess here."

"Not if I marry you. Then there'll be two princesses on the plane."

You felt Aitana tense under your touches. She went rigid like every muscle had been locked into place.

She rolled onto her back, steering up at you with wide and unblinking eyes.

"You want to marry me?"

You frowned, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "I don't do this," You said," I don't date for fun. I've never dated for fun. I date to marry someone. I'm dating you so I can marry you. I want to see you walk down the aisle at Westminster Abbey. I want cameras to pick up me saying 'holy shit' because you're so pretty. Yes, Aitana, I want to marry you."

She kept staring at you and frankly, it put you on edge.

"Don't you want that too?"

She surged forward, tugging you into a heated kiss.

You tried to kiss back as best you could but she had really caught you off guard with the urgency of it. You didn't know when you ended up on your back but you did.

Aitana sat above you, legs straddling your hips like she was sat on a throne.

"God," She said," Of course I want to marry you."

You grinned. "I'm sure my father has property in Spain, in Barcelona even. I could move."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. You won't have to retire from football yet. I can be signed off on some long-term international duty. Building ties with Spain and what-not."

"A house near the stadium," Aitana continued," With a garden, big enough for a pet."

"A trellis with ivy growing on it," You said," Small enough that no paps will bother us but big enough to have my brothers and their kids visit."

"Big enough for kids of our own."

"Little princes and princesses who grow up to play football for their country, whichever of ours they choose."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"But how? You're royalty. Your father is king."

"And I'm his third child," You say," He's got his heir. He has his spare. What am I? The spare's spare? Aitana, I love you. I'd leave the family if it meant I got to marry you."

"Really?"

"Really."

Aitana grinned at you, leaning down. "Yes, I will marry you."

You grinned back at her. "Once we land, I'll get you a ring. We can start the honeymoon early."

"I like that plan."

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Bucktommy + 16 for the pregnancy one.

Hi James love! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this one! I hope you enjoy it, my darling ♥

Since the last time I did this prompt I went with pregnant Tommy, this time I went with pregnant Buck and I meant to make it more like bantering, but the boys got away from me and wanted to be completely fluffy. Again, I hope you like it, my love, and thank you for sending it! -

Buck wants to kick his and Tommy's past selves asses for thinking it'd be a good idea to conceive a baby in October (it was a Halloween party; there'd been a few pumpkin ales involved). Because now it's June, and he's in third trimester, and the gates of Hell have been opened upon Los Angeles. He wanders into the kitchen, where the AC is blasting with all its might, wearing one of Tommy's old T-shirts and also one of Tommy's old basketball shorts. His husband is there, sipping some iced tea, and when he spots Buck, Tommy gives him an appreciative once over.

"Look at you, you're glowing"

Buck wanted to take the compliment to heart, truly he did. But it's something everyone keeps saying, and he's uncomfortably hot, bloated and feeling like he's carrying five hundred extra pounds.

"I don't feel like it" He grumbles, trying to cross his arm and having the effect instantly ruined by his very prominent bump. "And if I'm glowing it's because your baby has set my inner temperature to 'oven broil'. I'm hot, and my feet hurt, and I just woke up from a nap and want another one".

Tommy would have every reason in the world to roll his eyes, call Buck dramatic (he knows a lot of people would have) and remind him this baby was their mutual idea. He does... None of those things. Instead he stands up, comes closer and press a kiss to Buck's forehead.

"I'm sorry you're feeling that way, Evan", Tommy says genuinely, and Buck thinks he might just cry. "I'd hug you, but I don't want to make you feel even hotter" "I think I might want the hug anyway" Buck says, pouting the tiniest bit because he knows it works, and Tommy chuckles affectionately before wrapping his arms around Buck. Even though he is hot right now, Buck doesn't care. He relaxes in his husband's embrace, resting his head against Tommy's shoulder and taking a deep sigh. "I'm sorry you're feeling awful, baby", Tommy says against his ear, and Buck just hums in response. "I wish there was anything I could do to help"

"You are helping" He mumbles, without raising his head from Tommy's shoulder. "Just by being you"

"Oh?', Tommy asks in that surprised little tone he still has sometimes when it's clear Buck very much appreciates him. "But would a mango popsicle help even more?"

"God, you're a lifesaver" Buck tells him, and presses a gentle kiss to Tommy's lips. When he does that, his bump touches Tommy's flat stomach, and they both chuckle, looking down at it. "Don't you think Papa is a lifesaver, sweetheart?"

"C'mon, let's get you two to the couch and I'll bring your popsicle and an ice pack for you to put behind your head", Tommy promises, giving his bump a gentle caress before helping Buck sit down (their couch is annoyingly low, and it's been weeks since Buck could sit down or stand up on his own).

Buck places his hand over where Tommy's was, and smiles down at his baby. Sure, being heavily pregnant at peak summer is not really fun. But with a husband like his? It can be pretty damn good.

-- There you go, James! I hope you like this shameless fluff, darling ♥