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I miss my husband so goddamn much

February 27th, 2025

I (35M) divorced my husband (36M) three years ago. And God, I miss him. I asked for a divorce for a few reasons, most of which being that his depression got exponentially worse day after day and he refused to seek treatment. Sometimes he wouldn't even go into work and ended up getting fired from his job. I stayed with him for so fucking long, praying that one day he would start trying to get better. It was all I ever wanted, but that day didn't come. I sobbed the entire time signing those papers, and when I handed them to him and asked for a divorce, he just gave me the emptiest, deadest look and signed them without a word. My heart felt like it had been shattered with a hammer, anger and sadness and fear tied together in the world's tightest, ugliest knot and inset deep into my chest.

I put on a brave face for my friends, tried to frame it as shackles coming off and a new beginning, but it was a lie. It just hurt, and it keeps hurting, and it will never stop hurting. He was my soulmate. I'll never love anyone like I loved him. He used to be so sweet and loving, so passionate and happy and every other wonderful thing a man could want from another.

They say each day gets easier, but it isn't for me. It's been three years and I'm still reaching over to the other side of the bed in the morning to pull him close, and it always stings when my hands touch fabric and not his skin. It's been three years and I'm still expecting to see his car in the driveway when I get home from work. It's been three years and my heart isn't any less broken than the day he left.

I've been stalking his socials, I'll admit. He's been getting back to the gym, started meds, and I see him smiling so genuinely in these photos. He looks so incredible. Maybe if I had just waited, he would have changed his mind and went to a doctor like he is now? Or was it me that held him down? Was I making it worse?

I hope not. I wanna go over to his place and just fall into his arms and beg him to take me back. Maybe he's wishing the same thing about me. If there's even a chance I could have my boy back I feel like I should try. I'll never know otherwise.

EDIT: One: I am a homosexual man. My husband is a homosexual man. I am not a woman. Yes, I know I'm effeminate and kind of emotional. Get creative.

Two: my husband was a binge drinker. He refused treatment no matter how much I begged. We got antidepressants but he wouldn't take them. I know he's started meds now because he's posted about them and his 2 yrs sober chip that he got last month.

Three: I never stopped loving him. I never loved him any less. Near the end of our marriage, I started drinking to cope. The second I realized I was, I realized he was dragging me down with him, and I couldn't help him anymore. I didn't dip the second it got hard. Many of you are being kind of rude. I'll accept that I wasn't the perfect husband, nobody is. But claims that I never loved him are just wrong and make me feel sick to my stomach.

EDIT 2: No, I am not the catalyst for this. His depression started when his young brother died terribly and unexpectedly. It's not because he just hated me so much. We were childhood sweethearts and had been together for years when this happened.

[UPDATE] I met my husband that I divorced 3 years ago

March 2nd, 2025

Well, with Reddit's advice, I did it. A few days ago, I called my (35M) ex-husband (36M) whom I divorced after 6 years when he refused to seek treatment for his depression.

I called him later in the evening. It was the first time we'd spoken since a bit of trouble he'd had while he was still drinking 2 1/2 years ago. He picked up on the second ring. Our conversation was a little stilted at first, as to be expected, but he said he was really glad to hear from me. We ended up meeting up for coffee yesterday as so many of you suggested. I'll admit: it was kind of hard to see him, but in a good way? He looked so much better than the last time I had seen him, but he looked exactly like the man I married. He had put off a ton of weight (he gained like 75ish pounds during his struggle with depression, and before some dick says so, I didn't leave him because of his weight gain), he looked way healthier and very put together. I'll just say it: he looked incredibly hot. What made it hard was that I couldn't kiss him hello like I used to. But God, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, I barely needed to.

We got our coffee and sat, and he updated me a little on his life in the last 3 years.

What really turned his life around was in part the divorce but moreso a DUI (nobody was hurt, he was caught a few blocks from his apartment). He's since gone to rehab and AA, gotten his license back, and had to use a breathalyzer whenever he started his car for a while. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol since and I told him I was so fucking proud of him. He's also started antidepressants, and made a point of telling me that they're not SSRIs, but when I asked what that meant he got embarrassed and told me nevermind (???). Bottom line is that they've been helping him, he's back to being a gym rat, and he's almost completely turned his life around. This was around the point I started tearing up. It just felt so good knowing he was okay. Better than okay, he was *good*.

I also apologized to him for not sticking by him. He cut me off and said I had nothing to apologize for. He was a wreck, and I was being dragged down with him. That also felt good to hear. I apologized for not contacting him much during the last 3 years. That apology, he accepted.

He was dating someone for a few months, too. He broke up with him once he tried to get him to drink on New Year's. He seemed dismissive of the guy. Guess it wasn't too serious.

We got up and went on a walk after a few hours, and I think we both realized it felt like a first date. I had to stop myself from trying to hold his hand at a few points, I'll admit. We ended up sitting on a bench in a nearby park, and I confessed.

I told him I missed him more than anything, how I never stopped loving him, and how if he wanted to, I'd love to try again from the beginning this time. We'd go to couples' therapy, keep our heads above the water, and take it slow. He was quiet for a minute before he told me something. He said he was doing better now, but there may be a time where he sunk low again. Depression isn't easily cured, and he was far from cured. He still had bad days, but he said there would be one difference: he promised he would never stop trying to improve. He was never going to give up like he did before, and refused to neglect me like he used to. If I was willing to accept that truth, he was willing to try again. I agreed, and he pulled me into an embrace and snuck a kiss to my temple. You know when it's the first warm day of spring after a cold, harsh winter, and the soft breeze and basking sun hit your skin at the same time? It felt something like that, to the 1000th degree. After a while he walked me back to my car and squeezed my hand goodbye, and the second I got inside I started sobbing like a baby. Happy tears, though.

I'm currently sitting in bed, kicking my feet like a teenage girl, texting him back and forth to schedule an actual date. He said he'd plan everything, and try his best to make up for the birthdays and anniversaries he missed. He said it would "knock my socks off." What a dork. I love being in love. Not gonna lie, this is gonna be a bit hard to explain to my friends and family. Not looking forward to those conversations, but right now I don't care. My man loves me.

Thank you to everyone who had kind words to say, and all the people that messaged me with sympathy and advice. I hope we all find happiness, and love if we want it. I never would have made the leap if y'all hadn't encouraged me. Best of luck to all of you, and sorry for the overly flowery language <3

EDIT: we've scheduled a date for tomorrow evening. I'll let people know how it went two days from now in my final (unless something big happens) update.

EDIT 2: at his place presently. Shame me not, reddit.

[FINAL UPDATE] I went on a date with my ex-husband last night

March 5th, 2025

My (35M) ex-husband (36M) and I recently reconnected. I won't go over the details of why we split or our reconciliation since I'm sure the average redditor can click buttons and most likely read. He was the one taking me out, and promised that it would, in his words, "knock my socks off" to make up for his neglect of me. He sure as hell delivered.

A little backstory, we've been together since we were 15 and 16 respectively, and have never moved out of our hometown. This year would have been our 20th anniversary (of getting together, not marriage). We were dating secretly for about five years before our parents caught us one day during summer break. The fallout from finding out their son was gay actually made his parents split. His dad wanted to send him away to conversion therapy. He's seen his father maybe once per year on average, and every time he's incredibly cold towards me. Would never refer to me as his son-in-law, only my husband's "pal." I wonder why. Anyway, not what you're here to read. I'll get on with the lore.

He picked me up from the house and wouldn't tell me where we were going, but told me to dress warmly. He ended up taking me to the place where we met: a run down ice skating rink in our town. He used to do hockey, and I spent some time trying to learn figure skating until people started beating me up for it. Both sports would practice at the same time and I remember barely being able to keep my eyes off him. We went skating, I tried to pull off a few of the moves I remembered (he only had to catch me from falling on my ass once or twice, and I won't complain about an attractive man that I love hooking his arm around my waist), and we spent an hour or so there until our feet hurt. At one point I said that my face was getting cold, so he skated around in front of me and placed his gloved hands on my cheeks to warm me up. I just about burned a hole in the ice from how hard I was blushing, I swear to God.

He wasn't done then. We left and went to dinner, specifically the restaurant where we had our first date. It's a cheap hole-in-the-wall place, seeing as we were poor teenagers when we first met. We chatted and ate food that probably took 5 years off our lives, he was an incorrigible flirt, and even held my hand underneath the table like he did all those years ago. I know I said I never stopped loving him, and I stand by that, but I think I somehow fell in love with him a thousand times over again during that meal.

At the end of dinner, he asked if I had energy for one more simple thing, to which I agreed. He took me a while out of town to a dark sky zone park, specifically the one where he proposed to me ten years ago. He set out a blanket to sit on and another to cuddle under, and we went stargazing all bundled up together. You never know how much you miss the sound of someone's heartbeat until you haven't heard it for so long. We shared a bottle of sparkling grape juice in plastic champagne flutes and dumb, giggly kisses. It felt so similar yet so different. He told me in a moment of quiet that he loved me, and oh, God. It took everything I had not to cry. I barely hesitated before asking if he wanted to change venues. He seemed surprised, but eagerly accepted.

I ended up at his place, as some of you may have seen from my edit on my second post yesterday. I wanted to take it slower than this, but it was so hard to. I was so starved of affection and hadn't been intimate with anyone for just about six years. I'm gonna keep what happened at his between us, but all I'll say is that his medication was no issue and all of you should be jealous. I woke up in his bed this morning, reached over for him, and pulled him close just like I used to do. I haven't been this happy in a long time. We had a sleepy discussion and decided to get back together, but we're not using the term boyfriends. It just feels weird after all this time. So he's my partner, or my lover. He's mine.

Thank you, reddit. Wouldn't have done it without a little push from the internet. Let's see where all this goes.

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 29 days ago

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Part 2 to Life Line

(I ain't) Sorry

Pairing: cheater!Price x wife!reader

CW: infidelity. angst. idk is price a cuck now? 18+

Middle fingers up, put them hands high. Wave it in his face, tell him, boy bye (sorry). Tell him, boy bye (sorry) boy bye. Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you.

It's been six months since the new rules of John Price's marriage had been established. In public, he is still Captain John Price, a fearless leader, highly decorated, and on track to be a major. John Price was thought to have it all. Two gorgeous children, a darling little girl named Iyana aged six and a charming baby boy named Jackie aged four (who everyone says looks like John made him in the same fashion as a sea sponge. That is to say, through asexual reproduction because they look so much alike).

To top it all off, he had a gorgeous and smart wife who worked with a notable contractor that dealt with information gathering, sorting, and code breaking. Said to be highly requested and sought after to work with military operations, both official and private military based.

Yes, Captain John Price to the public eye, had it all. Despite the blood on his hands, the blackness on his soul and actions, the Lord above gave him a loving family. He was always the man of the hour when he walked into a room.

Right now, though, he didn't feel like a man of the hour that he was thought to be. Right now, he watches his daughter pedal her little pink bike around the front driveway. Her hair ribbons are lopsided, giggles echoing on the wind. It almost sounds and feels like a dream. She's got light up fairy wings, a fairy dress, and tiara, all high-quality custome made in an array of colors and gem stones. It's cute. He thinks it is cute, and it makes his little girl happy. What he can't stand, however, are the pink and white rhinestone cowboy boots. They cost a pretty penny, and she wears them everywhere. She wears them with every outfit.

John hates it. Or better yet, he hates where these items come from.

His son, while he has always been easily pleased, has particularly enjoyed his little hobby horse toy. The saddle has his name painted on the side in deep blue letters that stand out against the deep brown wood.

John hates the damn horse toy and also hates the suspected origins. Both of these things are reminders that his marriage is on the rocks and that it's a reflection of his mistakes. Another man buying his children toys. He has little doubt that it is the same man he is forced to work with.

He leans against the support beam of the front porch, cigar to his lips. He was watching his daughter and keeping also keeping an ear out for his son, who slept in the house. The three of them are waiting for the fourth member of the household. A sleek black car pulls up to the house and Iyana abandons her bike to greet the love of John's life.

You.

His darling, sweet, loving wife, who he wouldn't trade for the world. Even if you are being difficult. It doesn't matter though he's sure this tantrum can't go on forever.

Now you wanna say you're sorry. Now you wanna call me cryin'. Now you gotta see me wildin'. Now I'm the one that's lyin'. And I don't feel bad about it. It's exactly what you get. Stop interrupting my grinding. (You interrupt my grinding)

You shut off the car, and the door swings open. Your saccharine voice carries just about your daughter. "My love! I've missed you!" Nimble fingers push sunshades back onto your forehead as you lean down to sweep her up into a hug.

"Do you like my dress? It came in the mail today!" She shouts, "Daddy helped me into it when we got home from school!"

"It's lovely, my love. You look like a pretty fairy princess." Your eyes appraise her dress and accessories appreciatively. When you finally lay your eyes on John, you offer him a polite smile. "John, I'm glad you could get off early to pick the kids up today."

John isn't focused on your words. His eyes are clearly looking you over, desperatewith want. Since the new rules were put in place and boundaries made known, he has made it clear that he misses you. Each time, you reminded him of the rules and that he was allowed to see other people. You watch as his eyes finally land on the space above your cleavage. Right on the dainty gold chain with only one charm on it.

"You didn't wear that to work, did you?" John grumbles as you walk past him.

"John, am I not allowed to wear jewelry now?" You ask, already over this conversation and wear it is about to head to.

"Sweetheart." He still calls you that. The pet name bristles you, but you tolerate it for the sake of your children. "At least grant me the decency of not wearing his bloody branding in public."

"Iyana, go pack your bag for grand mum's and poppop's house." You usher her towards the steps. She dutifully says yeah and how she's packing all of her new little dresses. Finally, alone with him, you turn to face your husband. "Why does it matter, John?"

A deep sigh escapes him, and he's a bit flustered with frustration. You suppose you'd be frustrated, too, if work was hell. And to be clear, it was only hell because of the new long-term assignments he and several different teams were coordinating on. You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting patiently for his answer.

"It matters because it bothers me." He finally gets out, "it causes me to feel upset."

You take note of the carefully chosen words. Efforts of his therapy sessions peaking through. While you still won't go with him, he goes once a week when he isn't deployed. The habit started a month into your new reality. Shortly after, he began to be a more present father to the kids. Family weekends that he plans (which you suspect he does as often as possible to keep you with him), attending parent teacher conferences and evenings, and just generally paying more attention when he is home. It's great for the kids, but it's too little too late for you.

"Okay, John." You dismiss him and make your way to the kitchen with his footsteps following close behind. The conversation is clearly not over for you both.

"Was work fine today? I didn't see you at the all hands meeting on base." He leans against the kitchen island.

"My schedule was packed, so I sent my junior to fill in for me. Another PMC is contacting the company they requested me specifically." You dig around the fridge searching for a snack. His eyes are on you again. They always are these days. Since you reentered the workforce and quickly rose in rank, you've changed. You're more confident, more stern, and have leaned into the feeling of being desirable again by other men and women. Opportunities flowed easier to you. Your former boss had welcomed you back with open arms. Her exact words were something along the lines of "Mrs. Price, it's good to have you back. Now, the numbers can make sense again, and I can prepare to retire!"

John huffs, "Yeah, I saw. Kate was annoyed the entire time with the poor girl. And she was too afraid to work with Simon."

You find a snack and smile. "How is Simon?"

"You should know." He bites back with a bit of force. His blue eyes shift away from you, "You aren't sleeping with my lieutenant, are you?" It's a soft question you almost miss. He almost sounds insecure at the idea of one of his boys looking at you that way. And with the rules that are now in place, there's nothing to stop you but their friendship to him.

"John... Now, why would I do such a thing?" You sneer and then laugh. "There isn't anything going on between me and Simon."

"Then why won't you speak with me on base?" He furrows his brow. "People are literally looking at you two funny." And the 'They're looking at me with concern' is left unsaid.

"Because he is the chosen liason I picked for your team?" The scoff you let out is near comical, "Don't be so vain, John Price. If I was going to sleep with anyone it would be Kyle as he is the only one that apologized for not saying anything sooner about you fucking around behind my back. Maybe Johnny because he's good-looking. Tragic that they both are loyal to you, a skill they picked up from somewhere. "

His face turns red with agitation. His eyes go back to the necklace and the charm around your neck. It's a small, dainty, gold little heart, and when the light catches it, an engraved series of numbers and letters can be seen faintly. "So if not them, then who?"

"You know who. Don't be daft." You shrug your shoulders, "I'm gonna be gone all weekend after we drop the kids off at your parents. So you have the house to yourself."

"I'd much rather prefer we spent time together." He tries and smiles sweetly at you.

"I can't. My friend is dying to spend time with me, and he insists upon it, or he will simply die."

It's a beat of silence for a moment. Before he looks away from you. "Is he the one who sent those gifts to the kids? Which I don't appreciate, by the way."

"No. I'm not seeing him tonigt." You say leaving the kitchen, "Phillip has to go back to the States tonight. Won't be back till three days before you all move out."

"Could you at least tell that fuck to not give my kids gifts. It's rather rude, don't you think?" He glares.

"Phillip didn't give the kids those gifts. He gave me money, and then I got them things they've been asking for."

"And the necklace?" He asks. He almost seems like he doesn't want to know. But he keeps digging the hole deeper.

"From my other boyfriend." You glance over your shoulder at him, "instead of worrying about me and who I'm seeing. You should worry about yourself."

The tension is only cut at the sound of your daughter calling for help. She wants help with closing her backpack up.

That night after you and John played happy family infrint of his parents, the drive back home was tense. A quiet that could be heard from miles away even as the radio played, trying its best to ease both of your nerves. It's subtle, but you notice how his eyes cut to you every so often.

"Sweetheart."

"The kids aren't with us John."

"Don't be difficult please."

Your eyes hurt with how they roll. "What is it John?"

"I want to know when we can give us another try." He asks quietly, "I miss you." He grips the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. "I don't want you running around that fuck Graves, or whoever else your tend to see. You're my wife and I'm your husband. We should at least try to fix our marriage."

You don't say anything and keep your eyes in the passing scenery. This conversation isn't new. It comes up often and when it does you fight like hell to hold your ground. Another deep sigh and you wait in silence for him to continue.

"I love you, always will and never stopped." He says, and the sentiment is there. The way he says it reminds you of days when you were ignorant to his infidelity.

But then your mind conjures up the rage and hurt you experienced when you first saw what was in that folder the private investigator gave you. The embarrassment you felt when you asked Simon, Kyle and Johnny if they knew. They way that none of them could look you in the eyes for weeks. Or the grief that resurface each time your mind wanders over the memory of how he found someone who was similar to you in appearance from before your first child together.

"John, can we not tonight?" You simply avoid his eyes, "We can still get a divorce or you can deal with the way things are. I'm not revisiting any conversations about us or therapy."

"Are you doing this to hurt me back?" He asks. It's the most direct he's ever been with admitting that his actions hurt you. Before it was always a deflection. He wasn't right in the head after missions, he was trying to cope with the miscarriage, anything but outright saying he was a cheater. The tone of his voice cracks a bit with sorrow, but you don't budge.

"No." You state and turn up the radio, ending the conversation.

The car rolls to a stop in the driveway and you hurry out of the car and into the house. You don't want anymore questions or comments from him about the marriage he ruined. You don't want to deal with any nasty emotions that can't be fixed with the wine and sex that is waiting for you. An hour later you're finishing up packing, the house is quiet. The shrill ring of the doorbell pierces the silence of the house. It takes a moment but you hear John walking around downstairs towards the door. There's a bit of a sick thrill that shivers through you at who you know he will find on the otherside of that door. It won't be Phillip, he had already sent his messages that he would call you when he's back in the states.

You zip up your suitcase, check your hair once more in the mirror. When you get down the steps you're mer with John's more than angry glare that seems more hurt than anything. It's ignored as you pass the living room where he is.

You swing open the door, "Hey sweety."

"Hallo Meine Liebe." You're greeted with a hug from a strong embrace, "I'm hoping the guys will leave us be this weekend. They have been irritating since seeing you today and calling your charm necklace a fancy set of dog tags."

In the living room John closes his eyes as he hears you leave. Your laugh trails on the end of your words. And his heart absolutely aches at the idea of you with another man, much less another one he doesn't really like.

"Kökö, your I.D number is on it. Of course they would say that."

a.n: one more part and then I'm done with this mini series. Thank you all for supporting me.

All Night (final)

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shysuccubusstuff · 1 month ago

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Puppy! Caleb pt. 3

Content: Puppy! Caleb + Non proof-reader; Overstimulating + Muzzle + Overstimulation + Size difference + Ruth + Cunnilingus + Overstimulation

Summary: After Caleb's constant misdeads, you believe it is time to get him a muzzle, just so he can learn to control himself. Little did you know that this would completely backfire on you...

Note: Omg, this is one of the AUs I have used the most cause Caleb is so so puppy coded... Based on this one fanart of my sweet boy Caleb being a hybrid + with a muzzle! Also, @namjooningera thanks for the suggestion!! I'm so glad you enjoy this small AU, also, I hope everyone has heard Caleb's JP voice it sounds so so yummy ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ Let me know if there are tags missing or similar things! + Any suggestions!

That had been the last time you left Caleb do whatever he wanted to do with you, in fact, you rushed to one of your friends who also had a hybrid of a similar age, maybe she would have some tips to share with you?

After talking with her for a few hours with her, you finally reached the perfect choice. Buying one of those muzzle that stopped them from trying to mark their owner, the one that would cause no harm to them, of course, just enough so he could stop that strange habit form popping out... It took barely a few days for the muzzle to arrive, quickly opening the package so you could put it on him. As soon as you called out to him, it barely took a few seconds for Caleb to come rushing towards you, almost crushing you against the couch as he got on top of you. "Wait, Caleb! I got something for you." Caleb sat close to you, arms still wrapped around you as he waited (almost) patiently for you.

"What is it, what is it? Did you buy something new for yo--?" Caleb tail suddenly stopped wagging the moment he saw that ugly thing on your hands. "What is that?"

"My friend recommended it for you, she said it would help you with your... your biting habit." Caleb furrowed his eyebrows, ears lowering to his hair. Still, he allowed it, letting you put the muzzle on him which would forbid him from getting a bit too close to you while you were unaware. As soon as you got it on him, you wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his head on your legs as you caressed his soft hair. Surely you had found the perfect solution! ...Right?

With that out of the way, you made sure to give Caleb just as much love as you had always wanted, always having him close to you, even letting him inside the bathroom while you were showering, after all, he was no longer a threat for you, so of course you would let him enter! This included sleeping together, letting Caleb wrap his arm around your smaller frame, making you feel as if you were being hugged by a huge and warm teddy bear. Gosh, you were so so glad that your friend had given you such a nice tip!

Now for Caleb... this was absolute torture. I mean, yes, he could now get as close as he wanted without you getting nervous in case he chose to turn into heat, but he could barely restrain himself from pressing his hardened cock against your ass, tip leaking just from remembering how your body looked just after leaving the shower. a few dropplets falling down your damp skin and hair, your sweet scent now mixed with the ingredients of your favourite shampoo... He could feel his jaw tightening just from forcing himself to stay there, he knew that he could easily break that stupid muzzle with ease, but he chose not to, after all, he was well aware of how happy it had made you that you were able to get as close to him as possible without his body reacting to you. He was actually planning on staying like that for as long as you wanted him to, well, that was his plan, at least until his ruth arrived.

As soon as it arrived, it forced Caleb's brain to become completely filled with different scenes of your naked body completely wrecked, eyes foggy as he imagined the many different positions in which he would put you if you gave him the chance. Caleb was barely able to keep it together, having to dig his claws on the clothes he was wearing, even to the point of tearing them apart as he kept forcing himself to stay right there. As he was still battling against himself, his ears twitched, suddenly catching the soft whimpers that came from your room, together with that delicious scent you emanated from your body... It barely took a few tries for Caleb to break free, the poor muzzle ripped apart as he rushed towards your bedroom, tail wagging excitedly as he jumped on top of you. "I need you... please~... I have been the best dog ever, I have been wearing that stupid muzzle for so long... just let me taste you... please, please, please... Let me make you feel good, please." Caleb's eyes were completely dilatated, his mouth watering the second he remembered the slightly salty taste of your fluids, gosh you could even feel his knot hitting against your tummy.

"Caleb?... Just what are you even...?" You were barely able to understand what he was saying, your brain still a bit fuzzy from your recent orgasm. You knew you were supposed to teach Caleb to stay calm, but come on... How could you refuse him? His ears lowered, eyes watery and shiny under the moonlight, lips glistening as if they were begging to be kissed... Fuck it, you would think about the consequences later. "Just... just your tongue, nothing else." Caleb's ears perked, strong hands grabbing you by your ankles before you had the chance to say anything else. Without you noticing, Caleb had already put you in a different position, with him under you, his breath hitting against your entrance as he smiled brightly. Soon, his tongue was all over your poor pussy, tongue lapping on the fluids that had stayed there after your previous orgasm, licking everything up with eagerness, almost as if he was eating his favourite food. Then, his tongue started to play with your clit, sucking on it as he moved his left hand towards his dick, taking advantage of the precum that had been dripping from his knot so he could set a rapid pace, his tongue still focused on torturing your poor clit. "You taste so good... so good... so good... I love you, I love you... Love you so much... let me be your boyfriend... promise I'll... I'll behave, let you do whatever you want with me... Honey... you taste so good." Caleb's mind was far too gone by then, ignoring your pleas and soft taps on his head as you tried to get him to let you down from his face, his face completely buried between your thighs as he lost himself on you. "Just a bit more, yeah? For me..." Caleb's tongue kept fucking your poor entrance, making you cum over and over again until your legs felt as if they were about to give out.

Guess next time would be the charm...?

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nymphaea-blue · 3 months ago

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Period care with Love and Deepspace boys

Info : 2k+ word count, fluff, mentions of sickness (throwing up), talks about periods (obviously), mentions of doctors, our boys being really supportive <3

Note : Oh to have Rafayel warm my tummy and Sylus cook me a meal during my period 😔 Also my reqs are open! I won't always be able to write, but I will do my best on weekends<3

Rafayel

﹒　⁺ Is inexperienced about the matter because of his lemurian origin, but after a bit of googling he got the gist of how to help you. He wanted to help you and make you feel better so he tried his best.

﹒　⁺ He would try not to tease you as much and he would be patient about your mood swings. In a way, he finally realised how you felt about his dramatic antics because you sure were hard to please while you were on your period.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would have lots of sweets and supplies stacked after you started dating and visiting him more often. He wouldn't be bothered if you wanted to stick with him during the week, in fact he encourages it, especially if you deal with painful cramps, though he would panic a bit each time you expressed any pain.

“Heyy, sweetheart?” No response. Okay then, he would try again, he nudged gently what he assumed to be you all cocooned under his blankets. “Cutie? My love? My lovely bride?” Eventually, you finally lifted the blanket enough to the point he was able to see your eyes. “How are you feeling? I got you some sweets and the medicine you asked for.” He, ever so carefully, set down the tray of food at the table as he sat down next to you on the bed. “Thank you… I feel horrible, to be honest.” You sighed as you managed to untangle yourself from your perfectly made comfort space to sit down and take a bite of the sweets he got you. They were your favourites, everything from treats with chocolate to your weird cravings, but he didn't question it and got them for you. What a lovely boyfriend you had. “No need to thank me, I'm doing the bare minimum. Take your medicine and when you feel better, we can cuddle, how about that?” He offered you a cup of tea as well, to help you take down the medicine and help with cramps. “That sounds amazing, actually.” You agreed to his suggestion and took the medication, even though they were bitter and you hated the taste, you managed to swallow them. He gently praised you and helped you to lay down after you took them. He got behind you, with your head laying nicely on his chest and almost on his shoulder, so he could sneak a few kisses to your neck. After a few minutes he placed his hands on your lower tummy, right where it hurt, and you started to feel a pleasant, warm sensation. “Ooh that feels nice… Like my water bottle, but better and more cuddly.” He chuckled softly as you called him cuddly, he did his best to control his EVOL so it would help you, since he often saw you use something warm on your tummy but sometimes he could see you couldn't really get into a comfortable position, so he thought he would do the job much better on his own. “I'm glad I got hired as your new water bottle. I hope my hands aren't too hot, right? If it starts to burn, let me know, I don't want to hurt you.” “Now, cutie, just try to rest, alright? Or if you want, we can watch something together, hm? I'm free all day anyways.” “Don't you have an exhibition later today..?” “...” “Eh, Thomas can figure it out.”

Zayne

﹒　⁺ He knows a lot about it, he's a doctor so he had to study about the women's body but especially after the two of you got together he decided to dive deeper into the topic.

﹒　⁺ Zayne way of helping would include tea, healthy meals and tummy massages, as well as prescribing you medicine or giving you a sick note for work when needed. He was a little worried, even though he was a doctor and he knew it was normal, he still didn't like seeing you in pain.

﹒　⁺ His house would have all the supplies, food as well as spare clothes for you since he much prefers you to spend your period at his house, that way he can ensure you will be in good condition. Zayne doesn't mind putting up with your moods or potential stains, he just wants to see you comfortable again.

“Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Zayne asked as he saw you laying down on his couch after he came back from work. Unsurprisingly, you were in the same position as when he left you when he went to work, so you slept through most of the day probably, which was good. “I'm doing okay, better thanks to the medicine you gave me. I'm all sleepy though…” You yawned after you gave him a kiss on the cheek when he came closer. The entire day you just wanted to sleep, eat, cry and then sleep again. “That's a possible side effect, but it might also be a way for your body to rest after what happened. I'm glad to see you better, you didn't look your best in the morning.” “You can just say that I looked horrible, Zayne , I felt that way too.” “... I wanted to be more polite. Although, this wasn't the first time that happened, yes? I have a colleague at work, she's a gynecologist, a good one at that. I can get you in contact with her and make an appointment if you wish, you should get your condition checked out, being in so much pain isn't normal.” He proposed as he started to brew some tea, both for you and himself. “Maybe you are right, I suppose it would be better than having to ask you for prescriptions each month.” You sighed, agreeing with him. As much as you dreaded a doctor visit, it was needed at that point. “I don't mind doing that, by the way. Your health is the most important for me.”

Xavier

﹒　⁺ Slightly confused but knows what to do. He does read lots of articles about how to take care of you online after the two of you start dating, but he had a general knowledge before that.

﹒　⁺ Xavier would take naps with you often, in fact, he would force you to nap with him. You can't be moody or in much pain when you are asleep, right? So he just gets you into his grasp, all nice and warm, and he cuddles you to sleep.

﹒　⁺ His apartment didn't have supplies at first as he didn't know which ones you use, but after you ended up staying over when your cramps got particularly bad, he did get you everything you needed to make sure you would be comfortable. After that, his bathroom is stocked monthly, as well as the sweets drawer (both in his and your apartment).

“... Xavier?” You attempted to get out of his grasp, but he just pulled you closer against him. A few hours ago you were supposed to do some reports for work, you might be on your period but wanderers don't stop after all, so you wanted to go to work tomorrow, but a certain someone pulled you to sleep before you could even touch the papers. “Yeah? What's wrong?” He yawned as he snuggled his head into the crook of your neck. “I need to get up.” “Are you hurting?” “No.” “Do you need to use the bathroom? Are you hungry?” “Well, no.” “Then you don't need to get up. Let's rest some more.” Xavier pulled you closer at that, your back against his chest. “Xavier I need to do reports for tomorrow!” You struggled against him again, you wanted to pry his hands off of you but to no avail, all you did was irritate your stomach more. “No you don't, I called in sick for you, capitan Jenna already agreed that we both have the rest of the week off. Now, relax a little, unless you want to hurt yourself more.” Xavier responded in a matter-of-fact tone, as his arms gently eased around you so as to not hurt you when he heard you whimper. “... I don't know if I should be mad or happy about what you did.” “You should give me a kiss and go back to sleep.” “But it's 3pm?-” “So? Still early. We can take one more little nap before I get lunch.”

Sylus

﹒　⁺ He had a decent amount of knowledge and it stayed that way. He knew how to take care of you and he felt confident in his abilities to care for you during your period, but he can be too overbearing sometimes.

﹒　⁺ He would care for you by getting you food, lots of it. Sweets, drinks, full meals made by a chef, whatever you want. You also have Luke and Kieran at your beck and call if they aren't with him on business, and Mephisto always stays with you so Sylus can keep an eye on you.

﹒　⁺ The mansion would always be fully stocked ever since you came into his life, he found out your favourite brand to use and he got you that, you never have to ask since he checks what's left regularly. He has sweets very often somewhere on his desk for you too.

A loud ringing was heard through your apartment for what you guessed was the fifth time today in a row. Annoyed, you decided to get up and finally open, even though your stomach felt like it was cut in half. “Why good morning, kitten. You had a nice nap?” Sylus greeted you with that familiar smirk of his, though at this moment you found it a bit comforting. “Sylus ..? What are you doing here?” You asked, surprised to see him lean against the doorway to your small apartment. You didn't have much time to ponder as he gently guided you inside and closed the doors behind himself. “Mephisto reported that you didn't leave your bed in over 5 hours, so I thought to check on you. I must say, your abilities to ignore phone calls and door ringing are very admirable.” He walked into your kitchen and put down a bag on the table, before he started to boil some water in a kettle. “Sorry, I just didn't feel like existing today..” You sighed as you sat down on the couch, or well, attempted to before your stomach started cramping again and you found yourself almost lying on the floor instead because of the pain. Sylus was by your side in a second and he gently put a pillow under your head as well as a blanket over you, he got you a bowl besides the couch too, just in case, since you looked extremely pale. “Don't worry about that sweetie. I'm here now, so I will help you get back to life. We are going to my base later, but for now I got you some food and medicine. That doctor friend of yours proved to be very cooperative, so hopefully you should get better after taking the pills he prescribed.” “You talked with Zayne..? For me?” “Of course, that man is a doctor and I don't know that much about medicine, unless we are talking about sedatives. I told him that I needed something for you and he did recommend a few things, if it doesn't work then I will need to have a… nice chat with him.” “Now, you just lie back and relax. I got you some tea and sweets, but first you need a meal before I can give you them and the medicine, so take a small nap while I work on that, won't you?”

#lads rafayel #love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #lads #rafayel #fluff #lads fluff #lads sylus #lads xavier #lads zayne #rafayel qi #zayne li #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #sylus x reader

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heliosundercover · 1 year ago

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Batboys and

how they talk about you

Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well 💋

Dick Grayson-

, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real

“My girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?”

It doesn’t help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.

Jason: “If you asked me before, I would’ve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. They’re weird together.”

Tim: “We love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did miracles.”

Damian: “At least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I don’t know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.

Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyone’s fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes… I'm not exactly surprised; he’s not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, he’s extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as he’s happy, we’re happy for him.”

Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window.

(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dick😞 im sorry i love a good love stuck man)

Jason Todd-

, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if you’re fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine.

“I knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.”

boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.

Dick: "I don’t know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I haven’t seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think she’s a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas aren’t good at uno.”

Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.”

Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. He’s definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, they’re perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.”

Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.”

Bruce Wayne-

is proud to show you off publicly. He’s not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he can’t help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes you’d wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room.

He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldn’t come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side.

"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but I’ll always be here for you.”

Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isn’t constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when he’s doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we don’t see him.”

Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.”

Tim: “Sometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each other’s presence. Its adorable”

Damian: “Dads earned it. And when I say he’s earned it, I mean he’s earned it!”

Bruce isn’t the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.

#dc x reader #jason todd x reader #nightwing imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #dc imagine #self indulgence at its finest

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kiame-sama · 7 months ago

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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Reader) Monster AU pt 17

(Naga Jamil has a tendency to coil up during classes, usually sitting by windows and anywhere sunny so he can keep his reptile half warm. He is technically warm-blooded, but it does take a large amount of food and magical ability to keep the snake half warm, so he will take the sunlight's assistance whenever available. During the winter, Jamil can often be found curled up in Scarabia in the sun-warmed sands or coiled around heaters for the warmth during classes.)

Warnings: Monsterverse TWST, yandere, multiple yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, violence, stressful meetings, protective behavior, obsessive behavior, cruelty, somewhat brat!reader, slight violence, fem pronouned reader, redemption, backhanded comments, Nemean Lions, Hellcat, Shinigami, Cervitaur, Dragons, Vampire bat, Harpies, Drider, Toad, Rat,

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Cheka smiled and happily ate the plentiful food in front of him, sitting side by side with Grim as they feasted. You decided to have an early lunch seeing as you were going to be busy around actual lunch time. It made you happy to see Grim wasn't being aggressive towards Cheka anymore and Ortho was happy to keep the cub entertained.

Naturally, you made a simple sandwich that Silver could easily replicate as the Cervitaur was keen to help you in the kitchen especially due to your leg. Despite how you wanted to walk around and even make something complicated like fried chicken- that new deep fryer Idia made was calling to you- Malleus was keen to keep you off of your leg. It was likely a result of the diligent guarding of the dragon that your leg began to stop hurting, feeling much better than it had since you were stabbed.

All you really needed to do was wait until the actual noon hour rolled around for your fated meeting of the representatives, but you were free until then. As you watched your two young charges eat and play together, a faint cool breeze on the back of your neck had you turning to look at your company. Malleus stood with you, his tail holding you up a little above where you would stand and taking the majority of the weight off your leg. He had insisted on giving Silver a break and seemed content to just hold you.

Rook and Vil were going to be stopping by soon, wanting to choose the outfit you would wear to this deciding of fates. They were actually surprised to hear that the representatives could potentially take you away and were determined to do everything they could to stop that outcome. It seemed like everyone you spoke to about the upcoming event was of a similar mind, even Riddle swore to appear before the group to plead your case.

"You seem so happy with your cubs, (Y/n)."

"Well, Cheka isn't mine to keep, but he is a sweet boy. And of course I'm happy to see him and Grim getting along."

"I am glad. I feel much of the same when I am among my Hoard."

A slight grimace pulled at the Dragon's smile and you frowned in response. Something was clearly bothering him.

"Tsuno?"

"I don't wish to lose any member of my Hoard, yourself included. Twice I have come close to facing that reality, and twice I have been late to defend you. The Ancient One has given me excellent council that I hope to heed, and with Lilia's guidance, I have decided to bestow a blessing upon you."

"What kind of blessing?"

Malleus held up a clawed hand, shadows seeming to be drawn to the space above it and almost seemed to condense into a physical object suspended in space. The item looked like one of the magestones that the other sudents carried around on their weapons, only somewhat different. It was a bright green crystal ball that sat encased in black metal akin to briar thorns, the top of the bauble making a loop that could easily connect to the upgraded tracking collar you now wore.

"This," Malleus started, letting you observe the interesting summoned item, "is something I hold quite dear to me. It is a twin to the magestone I now use. It belonged to my mother, both stones passed into Lilia's care along with my egg before she... It means a lot to Briar Valley. It means a lot to me. Only a Dragon of my lineage can wield the unruly wild magic it contains. I have considered and agonized over ways to keep you safe, now I can do exactly that. So long as you carry it with you, I am only a breath away. Speak my name, my full name, and it will bring me to your aid."

"Tsuno, I... I don't know if I can accept this. If it means so much to you, I would be consumed with guilt should anything happen to it."

"Just as I would be consumed with guilt if anything happened to you. Indulge me, (Y/n), and wear it proudly. You are always under threat and I can't always be there. Let me be your protector and call upon me when you need me. Call me to your side even when your life isn't at risk, I adore our conversations. Allow me protect what matters to me."

This was clearly something vitally important to Malleus, so you didn't fight the Dragon further on the matter. He moved and maneuvered his tail to attach the lovely bauble to your collar, smiling as it gleamed proudly from its spot against your collarbone. It almost felt weightless on your warm skin and you vaguely wondered if it was a result of being a Magestone.

Malleus couldn't help but admire the way it adorned your soft body, drawing his affectionate gaze over your figure. He was being truthful when he said you could call out to him with it, but that was not the only role the gleaming stone played. It was the smaller of a pair of Magestones and the larger partner was always with Malleus at all times. He could now keep his eyes on you even from a distance, the pair of Magestones working as a viewing glass. On top of the added benefit of checking in on you, Malleus could now slowly begin feeding his own magic into it and you.

He took to heart the wise words of his trusted friend and advisor, Lilia, and decided to try and begin the process of extending your life. It would take time and patience on his part, but once it was ready and charged enough with his magic, your life would last as long as his own. Naturally, he wanted your approval before taking such a drastic measure, but he did not wish to live without his most precious treasure. Even Lilia would one day die before the great Dragon, he did not wish the same fate for you.

He recognized that you may see it as too much or may be upset that he acted in selfishness, but Malleus already lost so much to this world. His mother. His father. The Dragon refused to lose you too. Besides, he was certain you would carry the next generation of Draconia and he wanted you to be there to see your young grow and mature. It took almost 30 years for a Fae infant to even begin walking, let alone the slow aging Dragon Fae. If you were to carry his young, Lilia's young, and possibly even Silver or Sebek's young, you would need a long life to support those children with your ever loving and compassionate heart. He refused to let his hatchlings grow up without a mother.

"It looks stunning on you, (Y/n)."

"Are you sure about this, Tsuno? I'm still worried something may happen-"

"Enough. If I was not sure, I would not have gifted it to you. You have already given me so much, allow this Dragon to guard the treasures he values."

"Alright. It isn't like I'm going to be removing this collar anytime soon... Not unless the representatives decide to take me away."

Malleus frowned deeply at this, a sudden low rumble of lightning sounding overhead. You were surprised to hear the lightning as you had not seen a cloud in the sky earlier. It was while you glanced towards a window that Malleus gently used his hand to draw your gaze back to him.

"They will not take you. They will have to fight me for even thinking they could take you away."

"Malleus?"

"Tsuno. I am quite partial to the name you have gifted me regardless of how flippant the act may have been in the moment, I would rather you use it."

"Tsuno," you glanced from his serious expression to the rolling storm that appeared outside, "are you the one who has been summoning the lightning?"

"Yes. It is a bad habit of mine. My emotions easily impact the weather and even directly control it at times. Lightning tends to come about with my anger. Snow often comes forth with my sorrow. My joy usually brings clear skies. I must guard my emotions carefully and control them with a steady mind."

"So the lightning that second night I spent here... The storm that woke me..."

"It was a creation of my emotion. Poachers sought to take you, I refused to let them."

It always surprised you to learn the sheer strength Malleus himself carried as he seemed so gentle with you and Grim. Apparently that gentle disposition did not extend to others outside of his Hoard and it made you vaguely worry about those around you. If Malleus was that powerful, how could anyone stop him if he truly snapped one day? Perhaps that is why Lilia emphasized the calming impact the Hoard had on the Dragon. You were beginning to realize the weight of the duty that had been lain upon your shoulders.

But where did that put Grim? As far as you were concerned Grim was your boy, your child, your cub. If you were part of Malleus' Hoard, did that include Grim as well? Lilia said only Hoard members could enter a nest built by Malleus, and Grim slept in the nest with you and the rest of the Hoard.

"Tsuno, is Grim a member of your Hoard?"

"As your cub, yes. Any you choose to take under your care shall be accepted into my Hoard. I have been more than serious about your standing among the Hoard and how much your happiness matters to me. Grim makes you happy and he has managed to win over the others as well."

"Will you protect him like you protect me?"

"With all the power I have available to me."

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You were a little frustrated at the ensemble Vil and Rook insisted on for your meeting with the representatives, feeling like some kind of dress-up doll. Both men had insisted that they be allowed to coordinate your outfit and you gave up trying to fight them on their choices. They took choosing your outfit rather seriously and once they finally agreed on one, you had to let them dress you up in it.

Apparently they weren't the only ones who were keen to keep you in Night Raven. Almost all of the Housewardens and their Vice-Housewardens showed up at your dorm to try and render aid, all except Leona who was oddly absent. Despite how you wanted to ease their concerns and tell them about Papa Hades' willingness to keep the representatives from taking you, you didn't want to disrupt the plan by loudly telling everyone about it. If you were going to be safe in Night Raven College, you had to at least make an attempt to expose the representative that tried to have you killed.

Now it felt almost like you were on a death march, Silver carrying you, Cheka, and Grim to where you were supposed to meet the representatives. You were flanked on either side by Idia, Ortho, and Sebek. Not only did your guarding entourage follow you, but Papa Hades and Malleus walked silently along as well, using a complex mix of invisibility spells and concealment spells to hide their presence. When you asked why they were hiding themselves, Papa Hades said the representative was more likely to act out against you if they didn't know of their presence.

It made sense, so you simply nodded along and let the Shinigami and Dragon do as they wished.

Crowley was holding the meeting in the Hall of Mirrors and your anxiety slowly raised as the Cervitaur walked you to what would be a gathering to decide your fate. If you wanted to have any hope of returning to your home, you would have to stay at Night Raven College. You fell into this monstrous world here, you could escape this world of madness here. All you had to do was root yourself in place and refuse to let the others take you away. Easier said than done.

The doors opened ahead of you as Silver walked you into the room, feeling everyone's eyes landing on you the second you crossed the threshold. It was more than a little unnerving to be the center of such intense attention. That is why you were glad Cheka and Grim were both with you during this. The cub and kit only purred reassuringly as you held onto them much in the way a child would hold to stuffed animals.

"There you are, (Y/n)," Crowley greeted you with a smile despite the fact he knew you were arriving, it was obviously more for the representatives to put a name to their wayward ideas of you being Human, "glad you could join us for this."

"I don't have much of a choice when people demand my time and threaten my peace to satisfy their own curiosity."

Crowley was silent for a moment, privy to the plan that had been put in place but somewhat thrown off by your more than clipped words. He was used to your proclivity to be a bit more goading around him- he did collar you first, after all- but he also knew you were more of a tentatively gentle disposition in most cases. It was odd to him to have you be less than understanding of the situation.

"... Anyway, these are the representatives of Twisted Wonderland. Several have come from the various Kingdoms and Queendoms to confirm you are being treated fairly at Night Raven College. Some are also here to plead their case for why you should be removed from Night Raven College."

You nodded, taking a quick look across the several representatives seated around the large table. There were various types of creatures present and one in particular stood out to you. A man with an orange and golden mane sat proudly at a spot between where you were and the end of the table, his neck, arms, and body adorned with gemstones and golden chains. The resemblance was uncanny.

"Cheka," the little cub looked up at you curiously, "is that Dada?"

He followed your pointing finger to the Lion man who looked caught off guard by you singling him out before his eyes landed on the cub in your arms. There was little to describe how surprised he looked as several representatives began murmuring and talking about the Nemean Lion you held so securely. Cheka was not nearly as thrown off by all of this as the representatives were, a wide and excited smile taking over his features as he began to wiggle in your grasp. His little paws reached out to the older Lion and you were happy to facilitate letting him return to his father.

Though it took more energy and strength than you cared to admit to release the cub, you still placed the young boy on the table and let him scamper away. A vague sadness pulled at your heart as Cheka scrambled past several others to reach his father's arms, purring loudly and cuddling into the surprised man's embrace. Clearly, the lion had not expected such a greeting but took it in stride and held the cub all the same.

"You know," you started, tone somewhat chastising, "Leona may be your brother but he is not- and never will be- a good option for a babysitter. I'm fairly sure you knew that going into this. But, I'm always game to take little Cheka on field trips if you ever need a break from him. He's a sweetheart."

The Lion man seemed somewhat dubious about your offer even as the cub cuddled into his chest and purred at him. If anything, not even Crowley seemed at ease despite how non-threatening the cub actually was. It was this unease that gave a representative- a toad looking man with bugged eyes- the courage to speak.

"No Nemean Lion should ever be allowed near a Human, not even cubs! They slaughtered Humans for food and we all know that Sunset Savana was instrumental in driving the species to extinction-"

"And we all know it happened in the past, long before this current generation of Lions. Are you truly so bogged down by history that you would hold contempt for those who are not directly responsible for the current issue at hand? Or is it simply your own racism against them that makes you speak so confidently about a topic you nor your ancestors were privy to? In fact, I've learned that other species had shown violence in the past to Humans- from Unicorns, to Naga, to Kelpies, even certain Fae- and not only that but disease and greedily hoarding my species as pets played similar roles in the death of Humanity. Can you stay with the utmost confidence that every Human was killed by a Nemean Lion?"

The toad man opened and closed his mouth, unable to respond to your direct accusation with any grace or ability to save face. In some ways, you wondered if you were being too aggressive in your responses, but Papa Hades made your role in this dance very clear. Any representative who pushed their agendas against you should be met with equal or greater pushback from you. Besides, you have been witness to the poor treatment Ruggie and Leona received simply for being born the species they were.

"They- well, they-!"

"Yes or no. Can you say every Human was killed by a Neman Lion?"

"... No."

"My point exactly. Unless you have something truly useful to add to the conversation, maybe it isn't your place to speak at all on the matter."

The man seemed to shrink back into his seet under your gaze, wanting to be anywhere but that room as your ire was clear. His silence was enough reason for you to move on from the conversation, turning to Crowley expectantly to get this 'conference' under way.

"Yes, well, let us continue with assessing her general well-being-"

~•§•~

"-which is why I petition the Human to be put into my care."

It had been at least three hours of listening to the various representatives speak and make their opinions known. Around the midway mark is when you realized it wasn't just representatives, but scientists who were clearly eager to try and test you for more information. You were mostly tolerant of the pressing and curious natures of the scientists, but your tolerance was running low.

Cheka had moved between you and his Dada several times in an effort to keep himself entertained, currently laying in your arms and batting at Silver's uniform. Despite the exciteable cub, no one was willing to reprimand him as it was more than clear you were willing to defend him from them. Even with his interruptions- which were quite welcome given the monotony of the conversations- many had been able to make their opinions and views known without too much infighting.

Few dared to speak openly against one another, especially after you promptly shut down that first toad-man in defense of the Sunset Savana King- Falena Kingscholar- and you were bored to tears. There was only a handful of representatives who had not spoken yet- the representative of Briar Valley being the most prominent- but even those who were more long-winded were losing patience with the man who now spoke.

He was a Rat looking monster that somewhat reminded you of a Gnoll given his twisted pelt stretched over a humanoid skeleton. Since he first started speaking you got a bad feeling from him and the way he seemed to sneer most of his words. You were less than amused with this creature than you figured to be possible and you were bored enough to have a bit of sport at the expense of the clearly proud Rat.

Not only had he been ranting about how 'trustworthy' he was, but he spouted off repeated flashoods. You understood that many in Twisted Wonderland didn't understand Humans and debated what species Humans were, but the Rat spoke down to you like he was doing a favor in 'educating' you with falsehoods and lies. Something you could call intuition told you that this beast was the one who hired the Wolves.

"Tell me again what species you think humans come from?"

"Pigs. Obviously."

"Yeah, well, you're wrong."

"Not possible! I-"

"We're an evolved species of great ape. Not monkey either, we don't have prehensile tails. Ape."

The Rat seemed to try and save face, glancing around at the table before back to you.

"Well, surely a blood sample could prove-"

"Furthermore, this idea of yours that claims Humans frequently consumed their young is just reprehensible. We killed for our young. True, some abandoned them or gave them to others to raise, but to dare suggest such a thing as all Humans eating their children? Absolutely vile."

He choked and tried to speak over you, huffing out the words in indignation. It was clear to you that your pushing and less than approachable behavior was unsettling the supposed 'Human expert' as you called out his falsehoods in front of the other representatives and scientists. Many of the scientists taking notes as you spoke.

"They were theories-"

"And they are wrong. That is not the issue I have right now. My issue is the fact you are trying to argue these things with me- an actual Human- who actually knows about, you guessed it, Humans. A Human who has lived among other Humans for the majority of my life. A literal world of nothing but Humans as the primary sentient species. Do I need to continue?"

The Rat man was glaring at you now and his lip curled upwards to bare his teeth at you. Despite his attempt to look intimidating, you refused to back down or let the Rat-man talk over you. If anything, he looked pathetic instead of frightening. He didn't even seem to notice you reaching up to cover Cheka's ears as he huffed at you.

"You could try to be polite-"

"Polite? When you came in here- the place I call home- and decided you were the expert on my species. Then proceeded to say the most inane bullshit fucking excuse of a theory and dare say I need to be polite when I disagree with your flat nonsense?"

"I have a degree-"

"And I am the 'creature' you claim to study. Not comparable in the slightest. If you're as educated as you claim, you would know that."

The silence that followed was thick and hung oppressively in the air, but you still sat tall and stared the man down. Cheka- whose ears were were covered by your hands- tilted his head curiously at you as he patted at your hands to move so he could hear. You weren't about to let the cub hear your angry cursing or taunting words, keeping your hands in place on his kitten soft rounded Lion ears.

The Rat was not faring well against your words, clearly becoming angry due to how his wormed tail writhed and his fur fluffed. There was a kind of tension in his limbs that made you wonder if he were really about to leap at you. He certainly seemed angry enough to try such a brazen act.

"What's wrong, Mr. 'Overly-Educated'? Lion got your tongue?"

"If only they killed you."

"Excuse you?"

"If only those idiotic hounds killed you. I pay them everything they demand to get rid of you and they had to muck it up! Wasted money and resources-!"

His voice caught in his throat as he seemed to realize the situation he just put himself in. Some of the representatives were shocked and some just seemed angry. All of them were staring at the Rat. When it seemed like he was about to back track on his words, you decided to be more than a little spiteful and threw in a light jab just to add salt to the wound.

"Go on. You were so confident before, did you run out of all that bought power and bullshit, or did you just realize how out of your depth you truly are?"

Only a singular eye-twitch told you what was coming as he threw himself across the table, his main goal being to maim and injure you however possible. He didn't even get close enough for Silver to respond before he was flying back the direction he came. Materializing out of the air was a familiar grayish-blue hand of a more than intimidating entity standing at your back. Even the Rat, who was trying to pull himself to his feet, flinched upon seeing the smoldering fury of the elder Shinigami behind you.

"Want to try that again, or have you realized the extent to which you've fucked up?"

"I'll kill you-!"

It was then another sound met your ears, one that rumbled and grew in intensity as the air around you began to spark with green lightning. Almost all representatives were unsettled by the show of power as Malleus materialized next to Silver, the rage in his eyes clear. Outside the deep sound of rolling thunder boomed across the island as his rage became clear.

The only one who didn't seem bothered by Malleus' appearance was the rather elegant woman that represented Briar Valley. In fact, she looked thoroughly amused by the rage of the younger Dragon. She had first drawn your eye when you had begun to mentally tire of the conversation a few hours ago, looking much like an effeminate Malleus. The only notable difference this woman had to Malleus was her apparent chest and thinner set face. Otherwise the two looked like they could be related.

Malleus told you earlier that day that his mother and father were no longer among the living. This meant that the woman who now smiled at the Dragon was either his grandmother or great grandmother. She certainly didn't look to be that old, but then again, Lilia didn't look old either. She sat alone at the table with no clear guards, but you figured a Dragon didn't need guards.

"Malleus, calm yourself, little hatchling."

"I refuse. He dare threaten my Hoard and even dare to claim violence towards my Hoard. He pays for his transgression with his life."

"That is fair, but also not your place to deliver punishment on this island. We are not in Briar Valley anymore."

"That makes his crime no less serious."

Talking to the woman clearly began to calm Malleus, and the Rat took this lapse of rage as an invitation. Blinded by rage at your earlier taunts, the Rat decided to try and leap at you again. The one who blocked him this time was an unexpected presence you hadn't even heard enter.

Leona stood holding the Rat by the neck, clearly amused in squeezing the fragile windpipe of the squirming creature.

"There you are, Mousey. Figured you had that brat with you, certainly had me running around campus looking for you two. Funny, I didn't think Rats had that much interest in Mice."

"Hi, Leona."

"That's all you're gonna say?"

"... You're an awful babysitter and you weren't invited to this meeting."

"Don't care and you're welcome, Mousey."

The Lion grinned as he threw the Rat back, clearly playing with the rodent man and not overly threatened by him. This sudden interjection was enough to make the other representatives answer the call to action as several rushed forward to detain the Rat that admitted to hiring poachers. It was while this uproar was taking place that several other Housewardens made their presence known, all of them entering the room and taking up posts around you in what was akin to body-blocking the representatives.

"You know," you loudly started, bringing a silent order to the chaos around you as all eyes turned back to you, "for all the talk of if I am safe here, not one person has addressed the full issue at large; am I safe anywhere in Twisted Wonderland? A representative- someone who is standing on guard for their country- had the gall to hire poachers to kill me and attacked me while surrounded by their peers. A room of people who claim to have my best interests in mind were incapable of acting to protect or aid me. Can any of you say you are doing a good job at keeping my safety in mind, or is this all just posturing? So far, the only ones who have truly acted in my best interests are those right here at Night Raven College and their associates. Judging from all of the complaints and issues brought up, it all pales in the light of reality that none of you could come to my defense when I needed it. Where I'm sitting, it seems like I'm already safest right here. Sure, poachers are here, but clearly they are everywhere. I don't think this meeting needs to continue, especially in light of the circumstances."

~•§•~

Despite the events, it still took time to wrap up the meeting and for the representatives to agree with you. Some scientists were still dubious and some wanted just a moment more to study you. It took your agreement to several research sessions in the future, visiting various Kingdoms and Queendoms personally, and Crowley's promise to give consistent wellness updates to get them to concede to your wishes.

Only a handful of representatives were interested in staying past the meeting, and it was primarily those who already had ties to the students that guarded you. Some scientists hovered around and- with your permission as well as Malleus' permission- took photos of you for reference and further study. None seemed willing to push you too much given the Shinigami and Dragon combo that hovered over your shoulder.

"Thank you, (Y/n), for keeping Cheka safe. He is an adventurous little cub, but he is still my son and I value your willingness to protect him."

"Of course, Falena! And I was serious about keeping an eye on him if you ever need a break. My door is always open to that rascal."

"At least I know better than to leave him with Leona again."

The Lion in question was scowling as Cheka ran circles around him, tugging at his arms and tail. You just smiled in response to the sight before turning back to Falena. He wasn't nearly as outwardly hostile as Leona had been and he was keenly interested in your recounting of the Wolves incident.

"Eh, don't write off Leona too soon. The way I hear it, he spent all day trying to track Cheka down. Despite how grumpy that Lion is- and the fact he will never admit to it- he has a good heart. He cares more than he will ever say, he just isn't the best at showing it."

"Then you see more in him than the rest of Sunset Savana. You seem to also see more in Sunset Savana than the rest of the world. I thank you for that."

"No need to thank. I've seen first hand how others treat your citizens and I don't appreciate it. We can only learn from history so we do not repeat it, no need to guilt descendants for the actions of their ancestors."

"Would it be too forward of me to hope you'll visit Sunset Savana some day?"

"Well, according to the representatives, I'll be visiting a lot of places in the near future. I don't see why Sunset Savana can't be included in those visits."

"Meeting you now and hearing your wisdom, it's hard to believe my ancestors were so willing to harm Humans for nothing more than a meal. Hopefully I can prove to the world that we in Sunset Savana have grown past such violence and barbarism."

"I don't blame you for what has happened, and I am glad it was Leona who saved me from the Wolves. Hopefully this can be an end to the mistreatment of your people."

"I would love nothing more."

As you spoke to the Nemean Lion King amicably, two Dragons watched you from afar. One elder and one younger. With both of them standing next to one another their shared blood was obvious.

"I see you saw it fit to gift her your father's magestone. You are aware those magestones are a pair and how they work, correct?"

Malleus nodded, gazing out at the Human he so greatly adored. Everything about this day had taught him more than ever that he could not bear parting with his most prized Hoard member. It didn't matter to him if he had to work endlessly to defend his soft Human, the world would fall in line for daring to encroach on his Hoard.

"You are certain?"

"More than I can convey."

"Very well. You will do well to take heed of how fragile Humans are, especially to us."

"I won't let you down."

"Lilia still has a few centuries left based on his species, his guidance will be invaluable. You may not wish to heed his words at all times, but you should still hear them all the same. I remember my court of Humans... Such fascinating creatures. Be a good Dragon and guard your Hoard."

"With my life."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #humans are extinct twst au

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motherofpirates · 17 days ago

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Eddie, Wayne and Steve took the beemer over to the Henderson’s on Thanksgiving as Steve had insisted that he drive so the other two could drink. It was only fair as he was staying at their place. They had both protested, but Steve had won out.

Wayne had made an apple pie for dessert and Steve had made a green bean casserole from Beth’s handwritten recipe cards. It made Steve feel warm inside to make something Eddie would have eaten when he was little. They pulled up outside the Henderson’s.

The weather wasn’t too cold yet though they could see their breath as they waited for Dustin to answer the door. Eddie shivered; he felt the cold easily. Steve leant closer to him sharing his body heat.

“Coming!” They heard Dustin yell through the door as he opened it. His face broke into a smile as he opened the door and ushered them through to the living room talking ten to the dozen about Will’s latest campaign.

Claudia made her way over to greet them with saccharin sweet smiles, and hugs in greeting all round, including Wayne which made the older man’s cheeks turn pink. Claudia may come off as a bit ditzy and overly kind-hearted, but she was cool. Both her and Dustin had terrible potty mouths, and she had no problem with letting him or his friends swear at her house

"I love your nails, Steve.” Claudia had cooed when he gave her the green bean casserole he had made. Steve was trying something new now he wasn’t living with his parents. He’d always admired Eddie’s black nail polish and had enjoyed doing Nancy’s when he was dating her. He had bought himself a selection of colours that he liked and wore them regularly. This time he wore an iridescent ice blue, the pinkie on his left hand painted black. The opposite of Eddie who wore all black with an iridescent blue pinkie on his left hand. “I’m so glad you and Eddie got together, just look at the two of you, so cute.” She beamed at them.

“Thanks for hosting us, Claudia. Smells wonderful.” Wayne handed her the bottle of wine they had brought with them. She gave a girlish giggle, which made Eddie and Steve exchange a knowing glance. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Sure, Wayne, you can pour us a glass of this.” She waggled the bottle he had just handed her as she bustled over to the kitchen area where she handed him a bottle and a corkscrew.

“I’m not getting in between whatever that is.” Eddie screwed his face up and waved in the oldie’s direction, Steve laughed as Dustin asked what they were talking about.

“Your mom and Wayne got chemistry, dude.” Steve nodded his head in Wayne and Claudia’s direction where they were chatting as Wayne poured out glasses of wine.

Dustin’s face went through a range of emotions, before his face lit up.

“If this works out and they get married we’ll actually be brothers, Eddie!”

“Wow! That was fast, man. Flirting to marriage in half a second flat, that’s gotta be a record.” Eddie chuckled as he ruffled Dustin’s curly hair. “I think I’d technically be your step cousin if that’s where it’s heading.”

“Nah, dude, Wayne is totally your dad even if he isn’t biologically.” Steve pointed out.

“True, Stevie, I couldn’t ask for better.”

They settled on the sofa and turned on the tv. Dustin found a Charlie Brown movie to watch.

“Do you boys want some of this wine?” Claudia called over.

All three of them chorused “Yes, please!”

"Only one for me please, Claudia, I'm driving." Steve added.

“I wasn’t asking you Dusty.” Claudia glared in Dustin’s direction.

“But Steve’s underage too!” Dustin spluttered.

“Hey, I’m nearly twenty!” Steve retorted indignantly. “And I’m your mom’s favourite child.”

Wayne brought Steve and Eddie a glass each and swiftly returned to the kitchen to carry on chatting to Claudia.

“Fuck you, Steve!” Whined Dustin. “No fair!”

“I thought you wanted to keep the grey matter intact?” Eddie reminded him.

“Yeah, dude, it’s too late for us. We’ve been rotting our brains for years. Save yourself.” Steve placed a hand delicately over his eyes and pretended to faint onto Eddie as Dustin flipped them the bird.

“Stop ganging up on me!” He squawked.

“That’s what brothers do, my man!” Eddie launched himself at Dustin and began to roughhouse with him, rolling around on the floor. Laughter, swearing and an up ended coffee table ensured.

“For fuck sake, Dusty, calm the fuck down,” Called an exasperated Claudia from the kitchen, “dinner is nearly ready!” Wayne laughed out loud in response to Claudia’s expletives.

“He started it!” Complained Dustin to the amusement of Eddie and Steve

“Who knew you were such a snitch man.” Eddie chuckled affectionately.

“Do you need a hand?” Asked Steve leaving Eddie and Dustin to bicker on the living room floor. He still felt most at ease lending a hand and helping out. It was difficult to leave off a lifetime of people pleasing. Fawning was Steve’s default.

Thanks, sweetie,” Claudia handed a dish of mash potatoes and asked him to put it on the table. The three of them placed dishes of vegetables, jugs of gravy and the turkey on the table. Dustin and Eddie got the hint and came over to join them.

Claudia did the honours of carving the turkey as the others passed around the plates of vegetables.

“Are you a leg or breast man, Wayne?” She asked with mischievous twinkle. Eddie nearly spat out his drink. Steve patted him on the back, shoulders shaking as he tried not to laugh.

“Moooomm!” Dustin squealed as he slumped under the table, in embarrassment.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to either, thanks Claudia.” Wayne smiled back at her without a hint of irony, as he handed her his plate.

“Eddie?” She held a hand out for his plate, the picture of innocence.

“Contrary to popular belief I am in fact a breast man.” Eddie passed his plate with a straight face as Steve smirked.

“Boobs all the way for me please, Claudia!” Steve handed over his plate when it was his turn.

“Fuck my life.” Groaned Dustin pulling his cap over his face. “I’m never inviting any of you to my house again.”

“What about you, Dusty?” Claudia asked sweetly in the way only a mother can do when they are enjoying embarrassing the crap out of their kid.

“I plead the fifth, just plate me up. I refuse to have this conversation.”

“You were right, Dustin, this was much more fun than listening to my dad lecture my mom and me on trickledown economics. Thank you for inviting me.” Steve laughed. This was the best Thanksgiving ever.

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Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this snippet you can find the whole thing on A03. Here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64633807/chapters/166024711

It's called I Want You to Want Me

#eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #steve harrington #i want you to want me #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #wayne munson #claudia henderson

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chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise · 1 year ago

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clingy

Rafe Cameron x reader

(REQUEST): Hey. I just came across your tumblr and I lovedddd the Billy Hargrove x platonic sister reader it was sooo cute yet so Billy coded 😭. I was just wondering if you would write a Rafe x romantic gf reader based upon something along the lines of that they are at a party and Rafe despite being around his friends Topper and Kelce, he's just low key paying attention to the reader. A lil bit of separation anxiety if you catch my drift. Hope this request isn't too much trouble for you to write 😭😭😭

warning(s): sexually suggestive content!

a/n: i'm so glad you liked my billy snippet! your support means the world darling, and fulfilling your request is no trouble at all. i just hope that i did it justice.

Y/N hadn’t expected this from Rafe.

After all, Rafe Cameron was hardly the type to be so obvious. Y/N knew from experience that he preferred to keep things to himself, shielding his emotions from potentially prying eyes. He wouldn’t dare be caught in such a vulnerable position, yearning for his girl despite her standing only a few feet away from him.

However, that didn’t seem to stop him tonight as he watched Y/N from across the room, his eyes tracing her swaying hips as she threw her head back in drunken delight. Even in her state of intoxication, Y/N had felt Rafe’s eyes on her ever since they’d arrived at one of Topper’s infamous ragers. He’d long abandoned his conversation with Top and Kelce in favour of taking her in between shots of hard liquor, his fingers itching to find the small of Y/N’s back.

“Yo, you good man?” Kelce smiled, patting him jovially on his shoulder. Rafe turned to meet his friend's eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He did his best to blame it on the alcohol.

"Yeah. Yeah man, 'm alright."

The words fell effortlessly from his lips, but Rafe wasn't even sure that he believed them. He wasn't used to this tightness gripping his chest, his body aching for the feeling of Y/N’s soft skin against his.

"He's fine, Kelce," Topper smirked over the rim of his drink. "Our boy here's just feelin' a little pussy-whipped. Aren't you, Cameron?"

Rafe's face hardened as the two boys laughed, his jaw clenching. "Fuck off, Top."

"Hey man!" Topper put his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling as he spoke. "No need to get all embarrassed. Just didn't know getting with Y/N would make you so soft, that's all."

Rafe gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Y/N always hated when he thought with his fists and not his head, and he reckoned she wouldn't be pleased to watch him throw his best friend into the nearest wall.

Instead Rafe chose to stand with a slurred whatever, man, opting to leave Kelce and Topper behind in favour of the only person who could keep him calm.

"Hey," Y/N said softly, looking up as Rafe’s presence loomed over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Rafe's hands admire her figure from behind, shuddering as they found their way around her waist. Rafe pulled her close to his front, swaying with Y/N as she continued to dance on unsteady feet. "Got bored of Top already, huh?" She nodded over to where his idiotic friends were now busy offering shots to any girls unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

"Nah," Rafe said, his voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. "Just missed you, kid."

Y/N turned, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest, and Rafe brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck. God, he'd been craving this all night. Y/N's weight against his chest, the addictive smell of her perfume—just her presence had a way of pacifying him like nothing else could.

Finally Rafe felt himself relax, his face buried in Y/N's hair.

"That so?" Y/N whispered into the sensitive skin of his neck. Rafe chuckled, using his free hand to move a few strands of hair from her face.

"What're you playin' at, hm?"

"Nothin'." He found himself lost in the sickly sweet tone of her voice, pooling like honey in his ears. "Just surprised. Didn't think the Big Bad Rafe Cameron would miss little ole me."

Y/N whimpered suddenly as Rafe's grip tightened around the back of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheek as he leant down to her height.

“Why don't we get out of here then, kid." Goosebumps broke out over Y/N’s arms as Rafe spoke, low and steady. "Let me show you just how much I missed you."

#obx #outer banks #the outer banks #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron fluff

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bunny-jpeg · 11 months ago

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OMGG THIS SO SOO CUTE N CREATIVE!!

Can u feed me with Simon Riley Chocolate chip cookies n Bubble tea! :3

the bakery menu!

there is still tons of sweet items on the menu! pick your order now! and thank you lovely anon for the order! i'm glad the concept is cute, i've been yearning for sweets so badly that this was the only way to get my fix!

chocolate chip cookies ("you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat") + bubble tea (daddy kink) served to you by simon 'ghost' riley (call of duty)!

cw: smut/pwp, daddy kink, daddy dom!simon, size difference, (sloppy) oral sex (simon receives), wife!reader, wife kink, domestic smut

simon liked pretty things, but the prettiest was the cute little thing that he got to love every night. you were such a good wife to him. you made him dinner when he came home from deployment, you made sure he was taken care of when he was home.

that included getting full access to your sweet cunt. he would never force himself on you, the idea of that made him sick. but when you spread your fingers across his broad chest or kissed at his tattoos one by one, he knew that his missus was eager for some lovin'.

he had been home for a few days now and was still adjusting to the time zone changes. he had been up too late the previous night trying to adjust and slept most of the morning. he awoke to the sounds of you moving around the flat you shared.

he scratched his jaw and yawned loudly, as he got up. he made his way out of the bedroom. he made it to the living room and kitchen, what he saw was you bent over moving washing into the dryer. he smiled softly at the sight of his formals hung up already, preventing shrinkage or wrinkling.

"what a sight for sore eyes." he said with a gruff voice.

you stood back up with a pile of your underwear and his in your arms. they were already washed, ready to be dried. you raise an eyebrow at him and said, "says you, now come help me."

"of course, love." he said dutifully as he approached closer and handed you the washed shirts for you to dump them in the dryer. but the sight of you was quite lovely, your backside of full display in the boy short underwear you were currently wearing.

before he got back up, he grabbed your ass then gave it a squeeze, "mmmm, my wife looks good like this." he chuckled, "i was thinkin' about ya the entire flight home. how you were keepin' my home nice and clean. i hope you were takin' care of yourself."

you closed the dryer, feeling simon's heavy hand on your ass cheek. you turned it on and looked to your husband. both now standing straight up, you leaned up even further to kiss your simon on the lips.

the both of you couldn't be bothered to make it to the bedroom, or even the couch. so you both ended up on the floor of the kitchen where the washer and dryer also was. simon propped himself up against the lower cabinets.

"pretty girl for daddy." he chuckled, "i know you were thinkin' about it when i got home. i remember those late night text messages." he pushed back your hair and held your face in both hands.

his cheeks were stained a tad pink and his breathing was getting heavier. the sight out you was so painfully erotic, he could fuck you in lingerie or a potato sack. he did not care, he wanted his wife.

you looked up at him as you knelt at his side. the cool tile of the kitchen floor was nice against your warm legs. you looked at him and gave him another kiss before you got out of his grasp.

it didn't take long for your lips to be wrapped around his cock. his little homecoming. he knew that you were a good girl and waited diligently for your daddy. it was honestly very adorable, you were such a committed girl to him.

it didn't hurt that he loved your cute little squeals when he fucked you, how good the name 'daddy' rolled off your tongue. it was fuckin' erotic for him.

you looked up at him and ran your tongue across his cock. it made him groan a little. a sight to behold.

he combed his fingers through your hair as he said, "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat" you looked so cute almost filled to your cheeks with cock in your mouth!

you looked up at him and tried to smile as you rocked your head up against his length. it was honestly cute and it made simon shudder. your eyes slowly closed and you continued to move your head up and down, you dragged your tongue wherever it could reach of his cock.

he had a handful of your hair and the other hand planted firmly on the tiled floor. you were painfully beautiful like this, you looked like a dream that he never wanted to wake from. his heart swelled at the fact that he had you as his wife. you married him.

you were mrs. riley!

"daddy loves the sight of ya, you are so painfully beautiful with my fat cock in your throat.' his accent grew heavier the more that you pleasured him.

his hot words made your core throb. he was so loving on his little wife, how small you were in his arms. how fragile you appeared next to this burly army man. but sometimes his words were erotic because of their contrast to his actions.

you rubbed your thighs together as you pleasured, you felt hot all over as you continued to bob your head up and down. his cock felt heavy in your mouth, drool dripped down your chin as you tried to keep all of him in your mouth.

the saltiness and warmth was comforting in your mouth. you dragged your tongue against his length, you moaned and breathed heavily through your nose. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"such a beauty, a fuckin' beauty. nobody else can have my missus, you're the only mrs. riley." he purred as he felt the tension in his stomach grow, his entire body felt hot with your mouth on him.

you whimpered in response, your mind filled with only thoughts of your husband. you were one lucky woman.

simon held onto you a little tighter and rubbed up against you. his cock hit a little further which made the man pant heavily. the orgasm was like a punch in the gut as he spilled cum down your throat. he knew you were happily swallowing which only added a second wave of pleasure.

you pulled away from his cock and panted heavily, "shit, daddy." you moaned as you tried to compose yourself. you could feel the ringing in your ear as you tried to catch your breath.

"ah, good girl." he said as he leaned over to you and kissed you softly on the lips, the lingering taste of his cock on them. he said, "you're so perfect."

"mmm, please simon." you said.

"how about we get to the bedroom so you can be comfy when i take you apart piece by piece." his voice was a low growl that made you cunt ache for him.

it felt nice to be home, to a perfect wife and a clean house. and a sweet little cunt he was going to enjoy until he has to leave again.

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mingoooossii · 21 days ago

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Not calling ATEEZ hyung line by their nicknames.

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst? not proofread

a/n: also super old I'm just clearing out the drafts atp and i realised I haven't posted anything atz in a while and that's unacceptable 😤

ateez masterlist.

Hongjoong.

• side eyed you the first time you did it

• though he brushed it off, not thinking too much of it

• but then he starts to get kind of annoyed as you continued it

• what's going on?

• reflects on what he has done this past week but comes up with nothing strange

• even if there was, he trusts that you'll be honest with him

• so he concludes that you were just trying to annoy him

• and boy, he is annoyed. More than he likes to admit

• though he had always claimed to hate those 'silly ass nicknames', as he called it, you gave him

• he really misses it

• but he wasn't going to say that

• instead, he planned to make you give up. How?

• he just started ignoring you 😭 until you had to call him by his nickname to get him to respond

"... you're so sneaky..."

"And you're hanging out with Wooyoung too much."

Seonghwa.

• worried

• initially thinks that you did it accidentally

• but obviously that wasn't the case when you kept doing it

• worries thinking if he did something wrong

• were you annoyed with him? Did he do something to upset you?

• he couldn't really think of anything he has done, making him sort of frustrated

• did he forget something?

• he didn't want think too much so he decided to finally ask you

• "honey, did I do something to upset you?"

• faced with his concerned face, you instantly felt guilty for worrying him

• you didn't expect him to take it so seriously

• you spewed out apologies while hugging him, saying that you only wanted to see his reaction

• he's relieved now but also a bit upset

• but alas, he could never stay mad at you for too long

"... you're giving me early gray hairs..."

Yunho.

• ok so for context, you were kind of annoyed with him

• he had eaten that last piece of pistachio pastry that YOU were saving!

• you had already told him that before but you guessed he forgot it

• you knew he wouldn't have done that if he remembered and even if he did

• you knew that he'll buy the entire thing for you if you just mention it

• but you didn't, not wanting to seem petty (definitely not self reflecting)

• you couldn't help your behaviour though, you had a bad day so now it only annoyed you more

• he noticed almost immediately (hard not to when you basically wear your emotions on your sleeves)

• concerned but also a bit amused, he tried asking you but you just brushed him off saying 'it was nothing'

• it was never nothing

• but he quickly figured it out after seeing you sulking near the fridge. The cake!

• he booked it out of there after realising, saying that he'll be back soon

• you were confused but then gaped, seeing him come back precisely 15 mins later after buying basically the whole shop

• "Honey, I'm sorry...."

• so of course, you couldn't stay mad at his stupidly handsome smile and sweet self

"So if you forgive me then, can I have another bite?"

Yeosang.

• took him a while to notice it

• but when he did, he was mostly confused.

• maybe it was an accident?? You probably didn't realise..

• but then he kinda started to worry when you kept doing it..

• wonders if he did something wrong, thinking you were mad at him

• it doesn't really mention it tho, not wanting to accidentally upset you anymore..

• though it's obvious that he's sad

• looking like a kicked puppy. you could just the imagine the droopy puppy ears on him 😭

• you felt so bad and immediately hugged him saying that you only did it to see his reaction

• and then proceeded to shower him with affection (his little shy smile as you do 🥹)

• he wasn't upset but just glad that you weren't mad at him or anything

"So you weren't mad at me?"

#ateez #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #kang yeosang x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #ateez fluff #ateez angst #mingoooossii“”“”#kpop #SoundCloud #Spotify

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heyimkana · 1 month ago

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Omg, idk how to start this ask, but this was basically kick started by a comment I just recently made on your post-

S/O meeting the in-laws (can be set post reincarnation cup or not-) and Kyunghye and Ilhwan absolutely adore her, like, to the point that kunghye would nah Jinwoo to marry s/o even when they're just 2 months dating or something and Ilhwan giving tips on "how to please the wife 😌" (I mean, happy wife happy life right? 😂😂😂)

I would include the s/o's family, but I don't really know if you'd mentioned any of that...? But if you did, you can add!

THEM MEETING THEIR IN-LAWS IS SO CUTE OKAY OKAY LISTEN

(if you want to read jinwoo meeting S/O's parents for the first time, go here)

so this is set before jinwoo used the reincarnation cup okay so they've been dating for only 2 months like you said, a little after he brought her to the shadow realm to have a little picnic date there

so jinwoo introduced her to his family next, and from the second they saw jinwoo walking through the front door with his face looking like 🥰 THEY KNEW she was the one for him LMFAO

kyunghye was already like tearing up a bit cause jinwoo had never shown any interest in dating before and she thought he was always too busy to actually find some time to socialize so she was lowkey worried for him and suddenly jinwoo walked in like that??? with a girl holding his hand??? kyunghye could see it in his eyes just how in love he was with her and it was the cutest thing ever

kyunghye, giggling softly in ilhwan's ear: "he looks just like you when you first told me you loved me"

ilhwan: *manly blushing noises*

and his parents LOVE her OMG like they think she's the cutest thing in the world. S/O was so shy and nervous the first time they talked and she kept fumbling with her words, and she was SO polite and humble, and she was just the SWEETEST girl, immediately helping kyunghye in the kitchen to help her prepare dinner and they bonded immediately over cakes and pastries LIKE THEY'RE SO CUTE

lhwan had a serious talk with jinwoo as they waited for dinner to get ready. he took him to the balcony and they were like two cool, manly guys drinking their cool, manly beers and with their cool, manly hair swayed by the wind,

ilhwan: "she hasn't been awakened, has she?"

jinwoo: "no. and i'm hoping she never will."

and ilhwan could tell that one of the reasons why his son loved her was because she made him feel... normal. just a normal boy meeting a normal girl by accident, falling in love so naturally, and doing just the most mundane things together. ilhwan thought jinwoo must have found comfort in her, like he could forget all his burden and responsibilities when he was with her. it reminded ilhwan of kyunghye too in a way, she made him feel like he was at home whenever he was with her and ilhwan was glad to see his son finding someone like that in his life, seeing how much jinwoo needed it.

ilhwan's expression was solemn but soft when he said "try not to worry her so much, okay? i know you can't escape your duty as a hunter but now you have more people waiting for you to come home. she's a sweet girl. so innocent. i bet she gets worried easily when you're not there with her. don't make the same mistake I did with your mother. don't put her through the same situation. don't make her cry, jinwoo, that's all i ask of you."

and jinwoo looked at his dad and he saw the pain and the regret written on his face. "i won't. i promise" and jinwoo meant his words. he intended to keep it forever but ofc the war with the monarchs happened. this was the reason why he used the cup, like i said before. to make her forget about all of these. to erase the tears that she's shed for him.

(ANYWAY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY LET'S GO BACK TO FLUFF)

maybe jinah came home from campus after the dinner was over, she was like "OH UNNIE YOU'RE HERE YAAYY MAKE ME SOME CAKE PLEASEEEE" and jinwoo pinched her cheek and was like "don't order my girlfriend around" and jinah was like "oooooohhh your girlfriend~~~ 😚 so when are you gonna wife her up big bro" and he blushed and he pinched her harder "s-shut up"

but kyunghye joined in, giggling like "oh, we would love to have you in our family. isn't that right, ilhwan?"

ilhwan: *manly approval noises*

and S/O and jinwoo were just looking briefly at each other before they turned away, blushing (this is so cute in my head HELP like jinwoo was pushing his hand into his pocket, looking away, rubbing the back of his head, cheeks flaming red)

ilhwan, chuckling: "i'm sorry if we sound too excited. our little boy has never brought a girl home before."

S/O: "omg really? 🥺 i'm your first? 🥺"

jinwoo, lowkey screaming gaaaah she's so cute: "m-maybe"

S/O: "jin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺"

jinwoo:

#he's blinded by the power of CUTE #god this makes me feel so soft #OMG WAIT I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT S/O'S PARENTS' REACTION WHEN THEY MET JINWOO FOR THE FIRST TIME #but this ask is already so long so i'll stop right here for now #GAAAAHHHHH JINWOO MEETING HER PARENTS SOUND EQUALLY AS CUTE IN MY HEAD #help they're so precious i'm gonna be sick #kana answers stuff #headcanons.jinwoo

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babyouran · 4 months ago

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Big Brother is a Prince! - when a little girl wanders upon the door of the host club and announces tamaki as her older brother, he takes it upon himself to have him and the host club help her real older brother bond with her

Pairing - fem!reader x host club

A part of - ouran add in

What normally is filled with those of taller statures instead was emptied with only a small girl wandering about the extravagant grounds of Ouran High School. She was clearly a child, two blonde pigtails swaying about as she tried to make the rounds in hopes of finding her desired room. A small rustle in a nearby bush quickly sent a jolt up the girl's spine but she courageously carried on. With only a few wrong ends, she eventually landed upon the iconic music room 3. The little crack allowed her to see the beam of sunlight shining through and with a large push, she was able to open up the room so that the group was on display.

"Welcome!" The host club all greeted her, spread out in a welcoming image dressed in outfits of law enforcement.

"Oh my, what an unusually young guest," Tamaki observed, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he took in the image of the young girl in front of him. "Well, glad you're here, my little lost cat." He stuck out his hand for her to take, his sweet smile quickly making its way back onto his features. The little girl blushed and her eyes beamed widely as she took in their costumes for literal uniforms.

"Little kitty-cat, why have you come to see us today?" Tamaki questioned, bending over a little to get a better look at her. He carefully kept his voice lighter in hopes of comforting the girl, who seemed a bit frozen in place.

"It’s a reverse harem!" She pointed to Tamaki, the whole group now being the ones to freeze up. Complete shock took over many of the members, concern lingering in Y/N’s own features. "This is a reverse harem!"

"That can't be right. I must've heard wrong; maybe there's still some water in my ear from when I went swimming." Tamaki hit the side of his head in disbelief.

"Water in the ear, that's gotta’ be it," Hikaru awkwardly chuckled, putting his fingers in his ears as if to clean them out.

"I'm sure we just heard her wrong. There's no way this cute little girl said the words 'reverse harem'," Kaoru added, doing the same to his own ears. “Something is going on with our ears.”

"There's debauchery here." She stuck up her finger, making the group react in a similar manner to how they were mere seconds before. The little lady was sure sending some disgust, confusion, and uncomfortability through the hosts.

"Wait a minute," Y/n began looking at Haruhi. "How does she even know?"

"Yay! There's debauchery here, isn't there?!" She jumped up and down. "You're the glasses character! You're the boy, lolita! And the stoic type!" She pointed to Kyoya, Honey, and then Mori. "Twincest, bookworm, and the heroine!" She finished, pointing to the twins, Haruhi, and lastly dragging a hesitant finger over to Y/n.

"Heroine?" Y/n repeated, holding up the book in her arms to try and subtly show the little girl of her fallacy. Yet she did not change her judgment, seemingly content with her original assumption, to which two of the host club members sent a small nod in agreement.

Though she took a softer, different approach after fully taking in Tamaki’s figure, "Big brother?" The little girl whispered. "My brothers blonde! You must be him!" She jumped ecstatically into his arms while he accepted her in a small hug.

"You never told us about this," Hikaru mentioned, watching the girl cling to the president of the club, kicking her feet to get closer as he just held her in midair.

"Since when do you have a little sister?" Kaoru added, upset at the sudden realization.

"I don't. I'm definitely an only child," he explained. "At least as far as I know,"

"The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike," Honey observed.

"I guess I could see it," Y/n commented, tilting her head to the side as if to try and capture the small girl and Tamaki’s resemblance. "She has that puppy dog sweet smile, like yours, Tamaki-senpai." She straightened herself back to take in Tamaki, who was now holding the girl upwards to cover his ever-growing blush.

"Well, that’s not fair because you wear that stupid mask!" Tamaki exclaimed, pouting a little while Y/n wandered off back towards Haruhi. "Hey, don't walk away from your daddy!"

"I just want to know if 'glasses' character is superior to 'big brother'," Kyoya pondered.

"But does it really matter? I can't believe she called me a bookworm," Haruhi told him.

"What did she mean by 'heroine’?" Y/n questioned the two, who only responded with silence.

"'Scuse me, you want to tell me your name, little one?" Tamaki asked nicely, now letting the girl cling to him with full force.

"Kirimi!" She beamed with a large smile.

"Kirimi-chan, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm really sorry but I don't have a younger sister." Tamaki set her down, kneeling so that he could be about the same height as he broke the news.

"Are you sure?" Tears started to bubble in Kirimi's eyes. "You're blond just like me."

"Well, that is true," Tamaki whimpered once seeing her sad face. "I give in! As of this moment, I'm your new big brother!" He picked her up again, spinning her around. "You're so cute.”

“Don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises?” Haruhi questioned, looking over at him as if he were being illogical, yet he took long strides away from the girl to continue about in his happy bubble.

"Tamaki-senpai, I appreciate how nice you are." Y/n tried a different approach, walking towards the man who had been struck through the heart at Kirimi’s emotions. "You can't just be her big brother; what about her real brother?"

"Don't listen to Y/n, she may be pretty but that doesn't mean she's always nice. I'm taking you home!" He spun the girl around faster, nearly slipping on his own feet, which caused a giggle to leave the girl. Tamaki was a man overbubbling with personality and exuberance that it was easy for a young child—and even adults—to get caught up in it.

With no luck, Y/n looked towards one of the most reasonable in the room, "Kyoya-senpai? What are you thinking about this?"

"We should probably try to find out if she actually has a brother at this school," Kyoya voiced, fingers tapping against his chin as he thought deeper about who the mystery blond could be.

Though there was not much more time spent pondering as an eerie voice spoke out in the room chanting, "Kirimi. Kirimi," to which a blonde followed suite, peeking his head out of Nekozawa's door.

"Hey, uh, who the hell are you?" The twins inquired.

"He looks like a foreigner!" Honey commented with much excitement, her eyes taking in what was offered of the man's image in front of them. It was as if this man greeting the club was a whole different species.

"There's a part of him that reminds me of someone," Y/n tried to think back, now with her fingers on her chin as she flipped through the metaphorical rollex in her head.

"Oh Kirimi," The mystery blonde spoke again, now taking a few steps out of the darkened hallway behind him with the randomly, heavily detailed door at its entrance.

"Master," another deeper voice called after him.

"You forgot your cloak," a lighter voice added, both stepping out of the doorway to follow behind the man. The woman was adorned in a maid-like uniform, with the older male—a deep scar running down the side of his face—adorning a suit where a little kitty-shaped handkerchief (one resembling a certain cursed doll) peeked out of the breast pocket. They both helped the man get into the black cloak, now fully morphing his appearance so that his eyes were not visible, his hair was a different color, and he was now appearing exactly like the Black Magic Club president Nekozawa.

"Nekozawa-senpai?" The first years all spoke, quickly recognizing the man who had spread fear about the club chapters before.

"Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn't shroud himself in black, he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse. And just to be comfortable, he even has to cover his beautiful blond hair with a dark wig." Nekozawa's maid patted at her eyes with a napkin, over-exaggerating the true nature of his condition.

"On the other hand, his sister, Mistress Kirimi, is frightened of dark, dimly lit places," the man told the group, taking on a much less dramatic expression compared to the other counterpart.

"So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai’s little sister?" Haruhi quiered.

"You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir.”

"Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding," Nekozawa stated, using his cursed doll to speak for him and laughing evilly afterwards. He took a few staggered steps towards her, towering over her small figure, spreading darkness to her view.

"Big brother! Save me from the monster!" Kirimi jumped back into Tamaki's arms, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Please don't be scared. I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Belzenef; the Nekozawa family has worshipped cats for generations." He tried to explain, slowly making his way to his sister while moving about the cursed puppet fitted over his hand.

"You know, I get the feeling she’s not scared of the puppet," Haruhi informed the man, looking him up and down. “Call me crazy, but I think it’s you,” to which Kyoya nodded and a gasp left Nekozawa’s lips.

"It's probably your clothes. We'll help you change, 'kay?" The twins started to bombard him, pulling at the cloak.

"That is not a good idea," Y/n mumbled, shaking her head from side to side in disapproval as Nekozawa let out yells of discomfort.

"I know, why don't we just darken the room?" Honey turned to Y/n, nodding at his own idea before going off, running around the room and pulling the curtains over the windows.

"No! Don’t do that! I'm afraid of the dark!" Kirimi sobbed.

"Don't worry, little one," Tamaki tried to reassure her, bouncing her up and down.

"So, either way, someone is unhappy," Kyoya realized.

"It's a tragedy that both of these siblings are such polar opposites," the maid spoke sadly. "As a result, they have come to be known as the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet."

"I don't think you want to say that," Y/n replied, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the idea of the two playing such roles.

"How come?" The maid turned to her, pure confusion etched on her face.

"They weren't brother and sister; they were a romantic couple," Y/n explained to her, scratching the idea in the maid's head of Kirimi high up in a tower with Nekozawa to save her.

"Oh, I’m well aware of that." The maid nodded. "I honestly just came up with it on the spot. I thought it might make the story more dramatic." The maid confessed but Y/n did not respond with words but rather took a few steps back with an uncomfortable nod at the woman's happily sprouted words.

"Romeo and Juliet would be like me not being able to have cake," Honey piped up, clearing up the mood.

"We were sent by the masters family to get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely," the now apparent butler mentioned, bowing towards Tamaki.

"Is the rest of the family..." Hikaru started, concern etched onto his features.

"As out of touch as you guys are?" Kaoru finished, the two holding onto one another with unease.

"How dare you say such a terrible thing?!" The maid raged, shaking Nekozawa's shoulders. "The Nekozawas are a distinguished family! They're descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!"

"Tokarev, huh?" Kyoya repeated.

"Wait, you mean Romanov, right?" Tamaki wondered, thinking about how the other name was one of a gun.

"There's a legend that says once every few hundred years a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed but the darkness exactly like our Master Umehito." The maid told the legend to the group. "That legend may or may not be true.”

"What do you mean it may or may not be true?" Honey queried, terribly confused at all of the events that had been transpiring.

"Is it or isn't it?" The twins deadpanned, their patience wearing a bit thin at the maids over the top dramatics.

She took this opportunity to explain the back story regarding Kirimi and her brother's relationship. Opening up a cat-covered family album resembling some spelbook, she began the story of how Kirimi had always admired photos of her older brother, never knowing how he appeared on a daily basis so she wandered off to the school in hopes of finding him. The maid further revealed they would read her stories of princely characters but once those ran out, they moved onto Shojo mangas. “And I’m afraid she’s become completely addicted!’

"That's where it came from," Y/n put together, the whole group reminiscing on their earlier experiences. "Hey, then can you tell me what the heroine is in a harem? What is her ro-" Y/n tried to learn from the maid but was quickly pulled back by the twins.

"If you really want to know, we can show you." They nodded to her with excitement—a look that Tamaki took as danger.

"No! Daddy will save you!" Tamaki ran over, trying to push her away from the boy's grip all while holding onto the little girl. "Don't agree to it." He pulled her arm towards his, fingers wrapped tightly around as Y/n just nodded with the same uncertainty as moments before with the maid.

"Is there really debauchery in Shojo manga?” Haruhi picked up one of the said books from the floor, flipping through the pages, “But Sashimi-chan's so young.”

"Not Sashimi, Kirimi," Nekozawa corrected, using his puppet to pretend to be him.

"So, Kirimi-chan doesn't know you’re her real, older brother?" Haruhi turned towards Nekozawa.

"Yes. We've talked to her but she refuses to believe us," Kuretake (the maid) shared with the group while the real older brother dropped to the floor (like a similar blonde) whining to himself.

"That's so sad. Well, no wonder Neko-chan is so upset!" Honey exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.

"It's painful. That's why every night I offer prayers in hope that one day Kirimi will come to embrace the darkness," Nekozawa prayed.

"I think you've got it backwards, buddy." The twins commented, quickly following up with straight-fire comments telling him that it's better for him to get accustomed to the light.

"Come along, Mistress Kirimi," the butler began, stepping forward.

"It's time to go home," the maid told her, but Kirimi remained the same, only clinging tighter onto Tamaki.

"I'm not going with you! I don't want to go home! I want to stay with my big brother!" She screamed, tears flowing from her eyes and moving against Tamaki with such force that he began shaking as well.

"Nekozawa-senpai," Tamaki looked towards the sad male.

"Don't worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy. Make sure she gets the love she deserves!" He began choking up, quickly running out of the room altogether with flowing tears.

"Wait, Nekozawa-senpai," Y/n called after him, empathy apparent in her features.

"Sibling relations are a source of problems in any family," Kyoya informed them, reflecting on his own situation.

"Even so, I'm kind of jealous. I grew up an only child so I can't really relate. But I can't imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling that's so different from you that you can't even spend time together," Haruhi expressed.

"It can be difficult, but I believe as long as there is a want, there can be a chance." Y/n smiled underneath her mask, patting Haruhi on the shoulder as she remembered her own family situation.

Tamaki set down Kirimi, looking at her with a sad smile. "Is something wrong? Tell me, big brother." Kirimi looked up at the blonde male, who retook his kneeling position to be more eye-to-eye.

"I'm sorry, Kirimi, but I'm not the big brother that you've been looking for," he finally told her after a slight pause. "But don't worry, he's still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that's even more handsome than I am, and I promise you he's a real prince," Tamaki explained to the young girl softly.

"Once she stepped into this room, Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club, and it's our job to make all of our guests happy!" Tamaki exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair. "It's an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way! We have to do something to help them! Starting now, operation 'Change Nekozawa-senpai into the princely character of Kirimi-chan's dreams' is underway!"

"Are you serious?" The twins deadpanned.

"You want to change Umehito from a prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don't know if that's even possible,” the maid spoke with uncertainty.

"Senpai, quit getting carried away by your emotions," Haruhi scolded. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

"Oh, ye of little faith. Have you forgotten we have an expert on our side?" Tamaki reminded them, turning around with a smirk of confidence. "Someone who knows the importance of changing characters.”

"You don't think?" The twins turned towards each other, worried about who he was talking about.

Soon the iconic (-ally annoying) motor engine was heard, and Renge emerged through the ground with her boisterous laugh echoing around the room.

To begin their mission, some of the host club gathered at Science Room 3, a room that offered complete darkness with it’s curtains. The only light that gathered around the room was that from candles, softly illuminating different areas to make it more acceptable for Nekozawa’s condition.

"Your golden locks glow in the candlelight. Your skin is like ivory. Your smile, mysterious as a flower illuminated by the moonlight. Such beauty." Nekozawa declared, seeming to sparkle in his current state with the cape removed and his true features on display. "It's as if... You're a cursed wax doll shrouded in darkness and filled with malevolence!"

"No way!" Renge smacked him. "You've got it all wrong! You numbskull. Who told you to say something like that?! How many times do I have to tell you, you're not allowed to use any occult terms!"

"I'm really sorry, but my vocabulary is a bit limited without those words," Nekozawa stressed, trempling on the floor while Renge roared above him, snakes seemingly emerging from her hair to work with her monstrous nature.

"You're not allowed to talk back to me either. You got it?" Renge smacked him a few more times with a paper. "A princely character would never try to come up with a sissy excuse like that!” And then, with a flip of a switch, she held up some photo cards, now calmed down to say, “Remember, it's okay to have a dark side; some girls like that. Cute, brooding male characters always go over well with young girls. However, referencing anything related to the occult is out of question! Mori-senpai, go ahead and add that to the board."

"Wax doll." He spoke aloud while writing it up on the chalkboard filled with numerous other terms that were not allowed for the man.

"Looks like Renge is really on top of things," Kyoya observed, crouched a bit as he stood observing with a few of the other members off on the sidelines.

"Yeah, she’s on a roll!” Honey agreed.

"But I'm not sure the lines she's feeding him are appropriate to use on his sister," Hikaru expressed his doubts, looking over at the two with a bored expression.

"You just going to sit and watch, boss?" Kaoru turned to look at Tamaki, who was quietly observing with the rest of the group.

"Of course! I don't want to end up with a curse on me,” he answered.

“I thought we had disproved this already." Haruhi piped up from the end.

“Now, Haruhi, do not ever doubt the strength of curses!” He spun to stand directly in front of her, finger pointed to the woman in question, to try and enunciate his point. “Once you do, that is when the curse will get you. I’m already too tired from being such a splendid big brother to fight a curse and save the day like always,” he sighed dramatically, leaning back against the empty counter.

"Okay, it seems that you've memorized most of your new character lines. I think it's about time we moved on. Are you ready, Senpai?" Renge questioned the man who was lying on his hands and knee, concern etched onto his features.

"Oh, please, no! It's too soon; I can't handle it yet!" Nekozawa tried to plead with the girl.

"Evil beam!" Renge yelled, a flashlight now in her grip as she turned to point its beam on Nekozawa. He quickly tried to shield himself in for protection, turning his face away from the light with a cry. "Don't let a simple flashlight get the best of you! Work up your nerve! It's not physically affecting you, so that means it must be psychological. Even Edgar was able to face the cross once he built up his courage."

"But I thought you rejected the occult," Nekozawa pointed out.

"Occult fiction is good; occult fashion is not."

"Is that so?" Tamaki pondered.

"Don't judge him," Hikaru voiced.

"You're the one who's always wearing weird cosplay," Kaoru chimed in.

"You've gotta’ put your heart into the delivery of these lines," Renge pressed harshly onto his forehead, intently staring him down with their faces mere inches apart. "You have to imagine that you're talking to Kirimi-chan."

"That's easy for you to say, but that doesn't look anything like her," Nekozawa pointed back to another member's favorite bear dressed in a blonde pigtailed wig and pink doll dress.

"Would you quit complaining?” Renge raged, “Look at her through the eyes of your heart!" She quickly switched emotions, staring up at the sky with gratefulness while holding the bear. “The eyes of your heart!” she growled, back to the former emotion while shoving the stuffed animal in his face.

"That's right, remember why you're doing this. It's all for Kirimi-chan's sake! Just give it a shot!" Tamaki encouraged him, passion pulsing through his veins as he looked over at the man determined for him. "It'll look like her if you use your imagination." His pure hope seemed to strike a different cord in Nekozawa as he turned back over to try and look at the bear differently. It also seemed to strike something in the twins as their eyes lit up with mischief running out of the room before quickly returning with a new plan.

"Here ya’ go boss!" The twins chirped; they waved their hands to highlight a mannequin now with a wig resembling Y/n’s own hair along with a certain bathing suit they had wished to see her in chapters ago.

"We got this one ready, just for you!" Hikaru smiled widely.

"We think you should go ahead and confess your love to this Y/n doll!" Kaoru declared.

"Wait, this doll is Y/n?” Tamaki noted, looking at the figure with a bit of fear from the lack of any facial features or even realistic limbs. “It doesn't even have a mask."

"You should teach him by example!" The twins insisted. Though Tamaki stood there for a minute just staring over with a bit of disbelief, Tamaki took a minute, trying to imagine what she really looked like.

Hesitantly, he took a step forward, taking in a deep breath and trying to imagine it was just him and her. "Y/n, I..."

"Hello?" Y/n opened the door, looking over at Tamaki, who was now hugging the figure that was to resemble her.

"Y/n!” Tamaki pushed the mannequin away from him, trying to play off a nonchalant nature. “You're the real one! But when did you get here?"

"Oh Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi facepalmed herself, having witnessed the elders idiotic actions.

"I just came now; Kirimi-chan came earlier looking for you, and you were helping her brother, so I offered to spend time with her." Y/n replied, eyeing the mannequin now strung in the corner with an inquisitive nature. “Though, if you are just using your time for things like... this... then you should offer up some time to be with her.”

“It is disgusting,” Haruhi walked over closer towards Y/n, staring him down for his former actions.

"What? Disgusting," Tamaki muttered, taking a few steps back to throw himself into the corner where the mannequin was, rocking himself back and forth facing the wall in worry that he had brought about ideas of him being repusive in Y/n’s mind. It felt as if a spotlight was shining on his embarrassed figure while the twins laughed with glee at their success.

"Why don't you spend more time with her? Are you not a fan of children?" Kyoya inquired.

"It's not that." She shook her head. "It's just that she keeps wanting me to tell her everything that happens in the club. Which does not seem that appropriate yet she is very persistent. Though she happily explained the meaning behind the title ‘heroine’ used in a harem context." Y/n shared, walking over towards Kyoya.

"And that is?"

"That I am the love interest between our group," she chuckled tiredly. "Which is absurd," She nodded to herself as the rest of the group exchanged odd glances before erupting into an odd laughter.

"Very funny," Hikaru tried to amp up his laughter, making the situation a bit more uncomfortable.

"She's good at jokes," Kaoru quickly added on.

"Big brother?" Kirimi muttered, standing outside of the door that was now casting some light onto the pitch-black room. "This room is dark and scary!"

"Kirimi-chan," Y/n started to run up to her. "Let's go back to the other room; I just remembered a fun story filled with debauchery!" She tried to entice the younger girl, kneeling in front of her and rubbing her arm in efforts of comforting her.

"What's wrong, little one? There, there, calm down," Tamaki rushed over, patting her head softly before taking her further out into the lightened hallway and lifting her high up into the air. "You see? There's nothing to be afraid of," Tamaki spun her around a bit, a large smile evident on her face and back to her happy nature.

"Senpai," Renge mumbled, looking at Nekozawa, who had the flashlight in his hands.

"I'm a handsome, princely big brother," Nekozawa repeated to himself a few times, shakily holding the flashlight. "And I'm not afraid of this flashlight! Self evil beam!" He turned it on, hitting his face with the light.

"He did it!" Honey exclaimed as Mori clapped behind him.

"Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way," Renge admired. "He's able to shine a flashlight in his own face."

"Bravo senpai, bravo," the twins sarcastically cheered.

"Great job!" Y/n congratulated, sticking her thumbs up.

"I'm impressed!" Haruhi added, clapping as well.

"You did it! Your little sister is going to be thrilled!" Tamaki beamed. "Look there, Kirimi-chan! That gentleman is your real big brother," Tamaki pointed to the male with the flashlight.

Nekozawa turned around to face his sister with the flashlight carried closely underneath his face, shining a certain light to make his features look a bit more terrifying. "Kirimi." He smiled at her creepily with wide, unwavering eyes staring down. At this image of the man, Kirimi ran out of the door in unspeakable terror, tears flooding her eyes and soon enough, the screams echoing around the hallway.

"So I guess shining the flashlight in his face," Hikaru started.

"Scared her and sent her running," Kaoru ended, peeking his head out at the girl who was running with such a fast speed fuled by her pure freight.

"I've had enough," Nekozawa slumped to the ground, tears now welling in his own eyes. "Even if I continue your special training, there's no guarantee that Kirimi will ever accept me. I think she'd be better off if you acted as her big brother instead, Suoh.”

"But that's ridiculous.” Tamaki took a few steps towards him with a look of anger on his features yet kept his voice eerily calm. “You're the big brother she's looking for. If you care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to win her over."

"Hey look, Kirimi-chan hasn't made it out of the courtyard," Hikaru observed, opening up some of the curtains to let light in.

"But there's something down there with her," Kaoru noticed, looking over at the young girl who stood on the paved path, observing a type of fluffy, white creature.

"Awh, it’s a cat," Y/n observed, looking adoringly down at the animal.

“Your family sure does love cats,” Hikaru pointed out, laughing a little at the notion.

“Even strays warm up to you guys,” Kaoru recognized, the cat now taking a few steps closer to Kirimi.

"What'd you say?" Nekozawa ran up to the window. "They're revered by our family, it's true, but Kirimi wouldn't participate in something like that. Something as occult as befriending a stray cat. Kirimi is afraid of animals, and cats are the creatures she fears the most," he informed the group, horrified. As the cat now seemed to change its nature, its tail erect and ears flattening, Nekozawa recognized the aggression the cat held that would soon be taken out on his beloved sister. In a speedy motion, he ran towards the glass window, shielding his face as he took a leap into it.

“Nekozawa-senpai,” Tamaki called out after the man.

"But he's not wearing his cloak," Haruhi pointed out.

"He just jumped out a two-story window!" Y/n rushed over to the broken window, eyes wide at the situation that was taking place in front of her. Quickly the rest of the members joined her, now trying to peer down and see where the man was and what his next move would be.

Nekozawa somehow landed safely in a crouched position but in no time jumping to his feet and calling out to the girl, dashing at a track racer's speed while opening his arms for his sister to jump into.

"Would you look at that?" Honey grinned.

"It's all thanks to my special training," Renge bragged as they all watched with pride as Nekozawa talked to his sister, the two finally doing some much-needed bonding. Yet what seemed like to be a happy ending was interrupted with Nekozawa back on the floor, trying to hide himself away from the brightly shining sun.

It was not until a few days later that the host club got a glimpse at the man with a supposed light allergy. He peeked his head out from behind the detailed door in Music Room 3, Belzenef appearing alongside him.

“Nekozawa-senpai,” Tamaki had recognized, the man fleeting deeper into the room at the mention of his name.

“He probably got more sun than he ever will again in that one day.” Hikaru figured.

“That may be true, but he immediately went running for the darkness again,” Honey noted, holding onto his rabbit as Mori held him higher up in the air, giving him a better view.

“Yeah, we should’ve known. What a waste,” Kaoru huffed. “He’s back to wearing all those black clothes again.”

“There might be more of a difference there than we think,” Y/n stared at the door as a few of the others perked up behind her.

“What do you mean?” Haruhi asked.

“I think we should be proud of helping out, especially Tamaki-senpai.” Y/n took a few steps closer to the man, tilting her head upwards and eyes scrunching up as she smiled towards him. “You did a good job,” she patted his shoulder before walking back over to the group, who were now on a whole new topic.

"Y/n," Tamaki looked over at her, conversing happily with the rest of the members, a heat rushing to his own cheeks. "It's all thanks to you and your inspiring words. It seems to always be thanks to you."

an - i recently opened my asks, i'd love to hear what you guys think so far and things you'd like to see!! thanks for reading <3

next chapter - Honey's Three Bitter Days!

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skeletonh0e · 1 month ago

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oh i saw the ace hcs so i could ask for the boys (platonic) with a lesbian reader who was really obvious they were a lesbian? just short hcs like the ace one hehe

reader: ok fine i’m a homosexual

all sanses gave this a Yeah.

Oh sweet! First platonic ask! So the route I'm assuming this is meant to take was the reader was closeted but like very poorly hiding? Got you!

Fem Reader with she/her pronouns obviously but otherwise no specific indication of gender identity

The Boys & A Lesbian Reader

Classic Sans:

Lesbe honest here, he probably knew the moment he looked at you

Between Undyne and Alphys gaydar is at peak, he knew even before you two were officially friends

He's happy you told him obviously but it's painfully clear this is a non issue for him

Might occasionally help wingman in his own Sans way with the ladies but yeah

You got his support boo

Underswap Sans:

Y/N: "Blue, I'm lesbian."

Blue: "I thought you were human???"

It'll click in a bit once you explain a bit which then it's just an "oooooh I knew that!"

Yeah you ain't slick you might as well have told him you need oxygen to breath

Now, stop thinking about girls and help him with this sick puzzle he's making!

Underfell Sans:

"no fuckin' shit."

Literally anytime he checked out some hot babes you were right there with him

Doesn't take a mind reader

And he probably would have hit on you at least once by now if you weren't cuz again this man is sleazy

Otherwise just expect a lot of "eating out" and pussy related jokes, but they're all in good fun

Underlust Sans:

You like girls? Sweet. He does too

Let's get some lattes and talk about them

He's not gay but he has some gay best friend energy for sure, so he's glad you figured it out but boo what took you so long?

Either way, he's definitely your wingman 100%

With his help you'll be a chick magnet in no time

Horrortale Sans:

Cool.

What do you want for dinner?

Zero fucks given, probably knew for a long ass time but he doesn't give any indication about that

Admittedly even in a platonic sense he's a little protective though

Any girl breaks your heart, let him know alright?

Fresh Sans:

The only one here that didn't figure it out!

He's kind of oblivious to sexuality in general, it applies to everyone really. So after a brief explain

"sweeeeet! wanna go skateboard?"

And that's that

Might get the occasional "is that your girrrrlfrriiiiieeend?" type teasing cuz this man is hella immature

Killer Sans:

"Explains why all your other friends are pussies then huh?"

Smack him he deserves it

Lowkey a toxic friend, why do you like him? Did you expect him to treat this with any form seriousness?

The jokes Classic and Red make are amplified here combined with the preschool teasing Fresh does

Do not let any future girlfriends meet him you will end up loveless

Dust Sans:

Shrugs

Literally has no reaction

Y/N: "You're not surprised?"

Dust: *proceeding to give you the most 'are you fr?' look possible*

But yeah this changes nothing, might get a little protective in a "Don't break my friends heart vein" but less intense than Axe is about it

Nightmare Sans:

Y/N: "I like women and only women."

Nightmare: "And I had sexual relations with Killer."

Y/N: ".....what?"

Nightmare: "Were we not stating the obvious?"

Unclear how serious he's being or if he's one hundred percent messing with you, otherwise just pats your head and goes off about his business

#💀 the boys (group post)#underfell sans x reader #sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #fresh sans x reader #underlust sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #platonic #requests #asks

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rookamell · 6 months ago

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Just Sweet Enough

Pairing: Lucanis x f!Rook

Summary: Rewrite of the relationship lock in scene

Notes: I need them to kiss here and I need it to be sweet and this happened. Bioware please hire me to write a dlc for u I'll do it for free I swear. Spite dialogue in italics.

"Emmrich, I need your help."

Emmrich looked up from the tome he'd been reading. A fascinating history on Arlathan that Bellara had thought he might enjoy.

"Lucanis," he said jovially, glad to see the man was feeling better, looking slightly more rested.

"Rook told me about your little fade expedition," he said. "Is there something amiss?"

He'd ached to go and ask Lucanis and Spite about exactly what had been going on with them, but Rook had told him not to. Told him to let them get some rest, so he'd settled for grilling her about it instead, until she'd been all but falling asleep on his shoulder.

He did think sometimes she indulged him a bit too much.

"No," Lucanis said, pulling Emmrich back to the present, "I think we've... reached an agreement. Somehow."

We have. A deal. Spite sounded different. Not happy, persay, but... Emmrich struggled to think of a word for it.

Determined?

The younger man's hand went to the back of his neck.

"With Rook's help, no doubt," Emmrich said. "Remarkable young woman."

"She is," Lucanis said, and Emmrich did not miss the way his voice softened when he did.

"That is... actually what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. He gestured at the couch next to Emmrich.

"Of course, my dear boy, sit!" He scooted over slightly. It was his favourite place to sit, beneath the astrolabe in the library. Oh, he could spend hours on that couch, provided Manfred brought him enough tea.

"Is something the matter with Rook?" He asked.

"No," Lucanis said quickly. "No, nothing is the matter, not that she has told me. I just... want to..." he trailed off, his hands clenching into fists on his lap.

Faintly, Emmrich could hear Spite talking.

Thoughts are too loud when he thinks of her. Feel. Too much. Honey and lightning and home. He's stupid.

"I want to do something for her," he said finally, quietly.

"And I'm sorry to ask you, but Davrin would talk to me in hunting metaphors as if they are even remotely the same thing, Bellara would start talking about something else entirely, and Neve wouldn't know about any of this if it stabbed her in the neck."

Emmrich supressed a grimace. An accurate summary of their travelling companions, if a tad unsympathetic.

"She is- she deserves- " he sighed, he ran a hand across his face in defeat.

"Well, then," Emmrich said, taking pity on him, putting a hand on Lucanis's shoulder. "I'm sure she'd be delighted. If it came from you."

"But that is the problem," he said, almost panicked. "I am an assassin, Emmrich. All I know is death. What could I ever possibly do for her?"

He looked down at his hands, open now in his lap.

"How could I ever thank her for... " he closed his eyes, blew a long breath out of his nose.

Emmrich thought about it for a moment. Oh, there was no question that young Rook was infatuated with him, and he with her. No question at all. But how could they prove it to each other? To themselves?

"Hmmm," he hummed as he thought, and then an idea came to him.

"Surely," he said, his brows raising innocently, "You can think of one other thing you might be good at?"

Lucanis looked at him, lost. Emmrich almost laughed at him.

Good at making. To eat! Slice things! BURN THINGS! HA!

"I think Spite has the right of it, there," he said with a grin. "Sort of."

"Cooking?" Lucanis asked. "You think I should cook her something?"

"I think our Rook has a lot of worries," he said. "I think that she would appreciate someone taking the time to think of her, and do something special. Romance, or whatever you would like to call it, Lucanis, is about the small details."

"I know that," Lucanis replied. "But cooking? I cook every day. Almost every day."

"Do you make something with her in mind? Something to bring her some comfort? It's no small thing, making a meal for someone."

Lucanis sat for a moment, frowning at the floor in front of him, then his expression lifted.

"Emmrich," he said, grinning, "I think you might be right. I'll see you at dinner."

We go to Burn Things! For Rook!

He stood and walked to the door, then turned with his hand on the handle.

"You wouldn't... happen to know a dessert that pairs well with coffee, would you?"

***

Lucanis was just adding the last sprinkle of chopped hazelnuts to the torte when the door opened.

"Rook!" He said, his voice pitched too high. He cleared his throat.

Oh, mierda. He should have put someone outside the door to keep her away. Spite should have told him she was coming. Damned demon.

"Lucanis?" She said uncertainly, frowning at him. She walked toward the kitchen, and he tried to stand in front of the stove so she wouldn't see what he was making.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was... hungry?" she said, one eyebrow lifting.

"I wanted to see if someone had started on dinner already. What are we having?"

She peered over his shoulder, and he could see her expression change as she beheld the pot, smelled the contents and connected the two things. He'd realised when he'd started cooking that he'd never made anything special for her before. It was always other people asking him for things. Katchapouri for Neve, spiced rices for Taash, turnips for Harding.

She never asked for anything, not even her mother's rabbit stew. It was Orlesian, she'd said, and the library had helpfully provided him a recipe.

A part of him felt ashamed, because it was such a small thing, the simplest thing he'd cooked since getting here, but he'd been so busy thinking about Illario, and Caterina, and Minrathous that he hadn't thought about what it might mean to her to have something from home.

A different part, a bigger part, the part that her presence in his life had woken up, that part was determined to make it up to her, no matter what.

"Wait..." she said slowly, her eyebrows lifting in surprise, "Is that...?"

"You said it was your favourite," he said, and he couldn't help that his voice became soft as he said it.

"In a passing comment weeks ago," she said, shaking her head. His heart broke when she looked at him, because there was disbelief on her face, as if he wouldn't remember everything she'd ever said to him. As if he'd dare forget any little thing that added up to who she was.

"You remembered?" She asked, her dimples appearing as she smiled. Her voice was so small and fragile that he almost couldn't bear it.

"Of course," he said, trying for a grin. "And a hazelnut torte for dessert. It pairs well with the coffee you like."

"You- " she stopped, shook her head. "You made all of this for me?"

"There is enough for everyone," he said, trying for levity. Immediately, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. She wilted slightly.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! It made her smaller!

Of course he felt like saying something now, Lucanis thought, annoyed. More at himself.

"Well," she said, and he heard how she tried to hide how much it meant to her, crossing her arms in front of her chest like a shield. Mierda, he didn't want her to hide anything from him, ever again.

"As long as they're fine with having my favourite meal."

"They won't complain."

She was quiet for a moment, frowning at the stove.

"You didn't have to do anything special for me," she finally said, quietly.

You are. Making it. WORSE. Make it. BETTER.

"Yes, I did," he said quickly, and she looked back at him. Maker's blood, he was listening to a demon tell him how to talk to her. He wasn't used to this, to holding something as fragile as her heart. "I still don't know how to apologize for... everything."

And there was so much to apologize for. To thank her for.

"And you- "

"You made Orlesian stew, and dessert," she said, cutting him off because she knew, of course she knew he didn't know how he wanted to finish that sentence. She gave him a grin that punched straight through his chest. Mierda, she was still trying to make him feel better.

"Just for me."

"It's nothing," he said, earnestly. Just then, Emmrich's idea felt decidedly laclustre. He felt decidedly laclustre.

"Or, not enough."

"It is."

Her smile was soft. Soft enough that he almost believed it when she said,

"And you are."

And you are.

Then her grin turned more crooked, her eyes sparking with mischief.

"And I'm perhaps too easily bribed by sweets."

"I'll... keep that in mind," he said, smiling back. He realised he could stare at her forever, if she let him. He also realised he'd been doing it too long, and quickly cleared his throat.

"Thank you, Rook," he managed after a moment. "I suppose that is what I wish to say."

"Oh," she waved a hand dismissively, her grin turning decidedly crooked. "What are friends for, if not to break you out of your mind... fade... prison... thing?"

He looked at her, and those weeks of trying to pretend that he felt nothing, that it was just Spite, that he wasn't good enough, that an assassin should not get attached, worried that her kindness and trust was something to be wary of, piles and piles of excuses, all went through his head. Weeks of being so worried about Illario and Caterina that he'd missed the fact he'd never made her dinner before.

For once, he agreed with Spite. Because he was an idiot.

She changed everything. And perhaps the world might end, and he might have to kill his cousin, but just then, looking into her eyes, he wasn't scared anymore. Not of this.

"Friends?" He asked softly.

She blinked. Then frowned at him.

"What else- "

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.

"You mean- ?"

Then her expression melted, and his heart broke, because before she turned away from him, he could see her write this off as something she didn't deserve, as one more thing that could go wrong. As if there was anything she could do that would change what he felt for her. As if she wasn't the best thing he'd ever been given a chance to know.

"You don't have to- "

Whatever she was going to say was cut off, because he kissed her.

Despite his fears and excuses and dissmissal of his feelings for her, since that first coffee at Cafe Pietra he'd pictured this moment so many times it had almost become rote. He'd pictured it happening in Treviso, at Cafe Pietra. On the beach in Rivain, beneath the stars, or in Arlathan, with drops of rain falling off the leaves they were sheltering beneath. In his dreams, there'd been lightning, and fire and ice and butterflies after he'd said exactly the right things, done exactly the right things, charmed her the way Illario would charm someone, and given her a first kiss worthy of a romance book.

This was not that.

It was a peck, and he hadn't even thought about it, and she was looking at him like he'd grown two heads.

"I want to," he said, breathless. Maker, he wondered if a proper kiss would kill him.

Hesitantly, he cupped her cheek with his hand. To his relief, she didn't pull away.

"You know my mind better than anyone," he said. From this close, he could count the little brown specks floating in the grey of her wonderful eyes. "I've wanted to. But I was... scared. And an idiot."

Her hand came up and closed around his wrist, like she was trying to find something to hold on to.

Or trying to keep him from leaving.

"What changed?" She asked, and if he didn't know any better, he'd say she looked scared.

"You," he said simply. "You change everything."

Rook opens locks.

She smiled hesitantly, and the only thing he could compare it to was the first breath of fresh air he'd taken outside of the Ossuary.

It wasn't in Treviso, beneath the lantern light, or on the beach beneath the stars. He hadn't said the right things, not the way he wanted to, but she'd understood. And when she leaned forward, her soft lips were warm against his own. Warm, and unsure, and sweet.

Not what he'd dreamed. Better. Because this was real.

He wondered where he should put his hands. He wanted to pull her closer, or perhaps run his fingers through her hair, or maybe he should keep a hand on her cheek...?

"What is it?" She asked quietly, pulling away slightly, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I don't know where to put my hands," he said, stupidly. But then she laughed softly, and suddenly it seemed nothing else in the world truly mattered.

She took his hands and put them around her waist, and her own arms closed around his neck, pulling him close again.

"I think this is good," she said, and Maker help him, he could smell the lightning on her hair she was so close.

"So?" He asked her, allowing a satisfied grin to steal across his features, "How would you describe the taste?"

She looked up at the ceiling, considering.

"Just sweet enough," she touched her nose to his, then frowned, as if in thought.

"With a hint of hazelnut."

He laughed, breathless.

"You're blushing," she breathed when he stopped, grinning, her eyes filled with wonder, a finger gently tracing along his cheekbone.

"I'm happy," he said, realising he meant it for the first time in a very long time as his hands splayed across her back. "You make me happy."

He kissed the grin off her face, deciding that was a better use of both their breaths than talking.

"Oh!"

Lucanis almost pulled out a knife when Rook pulled away, startled by the noise.

Neither of them had heard footsteps, and he realised belatedly that the door was still open from her earlier entrance. Sloppy, dangerous, but just then he'd never felt further removed from Caterina's strict lessons on discipline.

"Bellara!" Rook said, staring at the elf, who was staring at them. Lucanis watched as a blush spread across her cheeks, and couldn't help but feel a strange pride at it's appearance.

"We were just- " she looked to him for help.

"Finishing dinner," he said, aware he was still smiling, aware he still had his arms wrapped around her, aware he didn't care, not in the slightest.

"Oh, that's ok!" Bellara said, striving for casual and not achieving it in the slightest.

"I'm... gonna go. And come back later!" She said, "And definitely not tell Neve!"

She was gone before either of them could say another word, the door closing behind her, leaving them alone together in the firelight.

Rook turned back to him, her head dropping onto his shoulder as she laughed tiredly.

"Who's blushing now?" He asked her softly.

She lifted her head and levelled a playfull scowl at him.

"Shouldn't you be cooking?"

He grinned, pulling her closer to him.

"In a second," he murmured, before he kissed her again, and somehow, every time, it seemed to get better.

#is this anything?#i should have maybe made this from her perspective #i always feel like im not writing him right #and I really do struggle with spite #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook #rookanis #my writing #dragon age #veilguard #datv #lucanis dragon age

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uracutieraka · 3 months ago

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'Need me a big boy'

all might x F!reader

Tw; slight smut, drinking, mentions of age gap

"So, Toshinori, I'm curious," Your words are slightly slurred from the sake you had been chugging down.

You were a new teacher at UA. A long time close friend of Aizawa.

"Y/n, don't ask him one of your crazy, and inappropriate questions." The long haired man warned.

He knew you too well.

"No, no it's fine, I'm curious what she wants to ask."

Aizawa looked down at his glass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He threw his shot back quickly.

The Blond man turned back to look at you.

"Continue." He said.

A smirk tugged it's way at your face.

"When you go into your," you lazily circle your wrist, pointing at him. "Buff, all might form, does everything get bigger?" an eyebrow has now shot up quizzically at him, expectant of his answer.

"I- Everything? What do you mean 'everything'?" his face is flushed at the awkwardness of the question.

He looks around the table at his other coworkers for help.

Midnight shakes her head at him scoffing. "Don't look at us for help, plus I'm curious now too." she grins at him.

"Well, ya' gonna answer me or what?" you're so blunt it scares him.

"Well, uhm, I guess. I've never really checked, hah.." he sputters out.

"Hmm.." you swirl the liquid in your cup around and throw it back quickly.

The rest of the night passes quickly. Alcohol pumping through your veins.

It's no secret you'd been an all might fangirl since you were just a little girl.

His debut changed you.

You even had posters of him in your room until you moved out of your parents home.

Being able to be so close to him was making you go internally crazy.

You also didn't mind the way he looked in his relaxed state.

But something was gnawing at you all night, this teenage fantasy was waving around in your face.

Like a carrot taunting the horse.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes outside you turned to study the older man.

Once everyone begun dispersing, you turned to rush after him.

"Hey!" you gently grip his wrist, causing him to turn around.

"Oh! Y/n! Hi." he breathes out, obviously glad it was just you and not a criminal trying to start something.

"So..,' you look around, bouncing up to the balls of your feet and back down. "About what I asked you earlier,"

He is quick to cut you off.

"Oh! That! Yeah... sorry I couldn't give you a better answer."

He's so, shy? You're beginning to wonder if he wasn't used to having female attention. Even though he was the number one hero for so many years.

You look up at him through your eyelashes.

He can feel the breath get caught in his throat.

He's had his fair share of beautiful women in his life, but you? You're the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes on.

He thanked who ever was above every morning he got to walk into work and hear your sweet voice ring into his ears.

"Morning Toshinori!'

'You look so handsome today!'

Now that he thinks back on it, your sudden advances shouldn't be catching him so off guard.

"Well, I know a way you could give me a real answer." Your statement is followed by a soft giggle. The alcohol providing you with a temporary ego boost.

He could die right now.

The way you're looking at him is driving him insane.

"Okay." is quick to leave his mouth. He's nearly breathless.

You chuckle and step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around one of his.

"Lead the way to your place?"

"Of course." He brings the other arm up to rest his hand on top of one of yours. He turns and leads the way to his apartment.

It's a surprisingly short walk from the bar.

You two made small talk the whole time.

Asking simple questions to get to know each other better.

"So," he begins as you approach his buildings entrance. "Why are you interested in me?" He sounds genuinely curious.

"Well, uhm, to be honest, this is like a teenage dream of mine." You smile up at him, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Really? I don't know if I should be hurt or appreciative."

"Definitely appreciative." You say flatly.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth as you approach the front door now.

He moves out of your grip, and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." you say quietly as you enter the building.

It's a lot more quaint than you expected from the number one hero.

A security guard sits at a small desk in the corner of the small lobby.

"Toshinori!," He says, surprised to see the man arrive. "Ah! Finally you've brought a lady friend!"

The man is old, and obviously foreign. His accent is thick.

You look up at him to see his reaction.

His face is a dark shade of red, his hand slowly pulling at his chin in disbelief.

"She's a pretty one too! Good job!"

You laugh at the absurdness of the whole situation.

"Can you just let us up please?" He asks the old man.

"yes, yes, ahhh, you know I'm just poking fun at you!"

"I know, I know."

He thanks the man as you guys walk past him, entering the elevator.

"Have a wonderful night!" he says with a wink, leaning over to scan the card and press the floor number.

He leans back out to the lobby, laughing at his own joke.

"We will!" You reply with a wink.

"Oh my god, you two..' Toshinori says sarcastically.

The elevator doors close and you turn towards him, leaning on the rail behind you.

He's tall, very skinny, which is surprising considering what he looks like in his hero form.

You don't care, he's attractive either way.

He's leaned on the other side. Staring at you with his brows furrowed.

"So, Have you ever been with a fangirl before?" You question him.

He looks at you, eyes wide.

"I mean, yeah I have but, none of them have ever been so," he breathes in sharply. readjusting his posture to stand up straight. "stunning, like you are."

You let out an airy chuckle. "Do you use that line on all the girls you get with?"

"No.'" His tone is strong and bold. "Just you."

You feel the heat rush into your face. You don't even care if he's lying, though something tells you he isn't.

You take a few quick steps forward and wrap your arms around his neck, you pull yourself in close to him, stopping only when youre chest to chest.

He's slightly bent over to get closer to you, his hands rest on your hips. You can feel his breath on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours.

"Promise?" You whisper, Looking into his face to study his reaction.

"Yes, I promise." He smiles slightly, eyes trained on your lips.

He wonders what your lip gloss would taste like.

You lean forward, closing the distance, quickly providing him with an answer to his question.

Cherry and cigarettes.

He didn't realize you smoked. He pushes harder into your mouth and you gasp at his sudden dominant move.

He uses this to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He hasn't done anything like this in so long he's afraid he might've forgotten how to.

You accept his advance, moaning a bit into him.

The elevator dings as the doors slowly open.

You both pull away, breathing heavy. A moment passes and you finally pull fully away, moving off the elevator.

He follows and then grabs your hand, leading you through the narrow hallway to his door.

"It's not much, but it's home." A dry chuckle leaves his mouth as he unlocks the door, pushing it open.

It was a decently sized apartment.

Very tidy and well kept.

You were surprised at how nice it was in all honesty.

He led you to his kitchen. A large island that doubles as a bar sat in the middle of it. He pulled a stool out and patted it, wanting you to sit down.

You did.

He walked around to a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses.

He opened the cabinet door next to it and retrieved a bottle from the back of it.

He turned around setting everything down on the counter across from you.

"I've been saving this for a special occasion. I haven't needed it until now." He says with a small smile on his face.

"So I'm a "special occasion'?" you say, head resting in the palm of your hand, a sly smile on your face.

"Super special occasion." He corrects himself.

"Ah, I see." You say, voice slightly raspy from the alcohol and hours of talking you've done today.

He fishes a corkscrew out of a drawer in the island.

Opening the bottle he swiftly pours a hearty amount into each glass.

He hands you one and lifts his up towards you.

You take the hint and bring your glass to gently 'Clink' against his.

You both simultaneously lift the glasses to your lips and take a sip.

A shiver visibly runs down your spine. "Oou! that's a dry one!"

"Mhhm." he agrees, already taking another sip.

"Still nice though." You take a giant swig of your drink. Cringing slightly at the after taste.

"Woah! Calm down girl." He says.

"Sorry," a nervous chuckle follows the apology. "Im just really nervous. You're like, a lifelong dream come true."

He chokes a bit on his drink. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

"Don't feel pressured into any-"

You cut him off. "I want this."

He drops his head and a low chuckle escapes from him.

He looks back up at you, and you take a long slow sip from your glass, holding eye contact with him.

He looks away from you and takes in a deep breath to collect his composure.

He's definitely out of practice. That or you're just genuinely that pretty he can't help but feel like this is too good to be true.

"So where's your room at?" You quirk up a brow, scanning around his apartment.

"Here, I'll show you." He comes around the island, extending a hand out to you. You take it and slide off the stool.

Wobbling a bit you steady yourself on his arm.

"Oops!" you say.

He laughs, arm coming out to steady you.

You make it over to his room, and as he opens the door you immediately run over to his bed.

Jumping on it face first.

You huff in deeply.

"Smells just like you!" You flip over to look at him.

"Well I hope so. It is my bed after all."

He walks over clicking his bedside lamp on.

You had moved so you're sitting on your knees on the middle of his bed.

"So, about that question earlier.." you trail off, looking over his figure.

"What about it?" He responds, reaching up and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.

"Can we compare the sizes?"

He would continue pressing you, making you get more in depth but when he looks up at you he can't help but give in.

You're sightly leaned forward, hands pressing into his bed, back slightly arched, as you're leaned forward excitedly awaiting his answer.

Your eyes are wide and he can see the glint of curiosity and mischief behind them.

He can already feel the strain in his pants get tighter.

"Okay, but im out of practice so don't expect too much from me." A dry, throaty chuckle leaves his throat as he begins to fumble with his belt buckle. After a moment his pants drop to the floor. Then his boxers.

Its fairly big as is.

"Wow.." you say under your breath.

"Okay and now," A loud whoosh, and some smoke fill the room. You cough a bit swatting the smoke out of your face, after a moment it clears. There he stands, in all his glory. You lean forward again, to study him up close.

"Holy fuck! That's actually insane!" You're in awe. If you thought he was big before then you were wrong. Now he's easily 2x's the size he was before.

"I guess I've never cared to look before!" His voice now booms through the room.

"No way that'd fit!" You say.

"Want to try?"

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