#this man definitely frog blinks

[deadghosy]

Ive just been reading your Lucifer big sister headcanons, and thier so so so so good, i love how you wrote it🥰. What about Lucifer with a little sister? Any thoughts? How different would he treat her? Maybe she fell at the same time as him and Lucifer blames himself for leading his sister down the same path as him. I can seen him being a protective older brother because come on their in hell surrounded by sinners its got to be stressful even tho she isnt weak what so ever but Lucifer can help but baby his sweet little sister.

(Obviously no pressure to write this)

Have a nice day 😁👋

As a younger sibling, I was gonna make this as I made the elder sister! So I’m glad you asked this as I can’t help but love to make this version. 🦆 sorry if it’s long, I just had fun making this🔥

YOUNGER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: you are the younger sister of Lucifer Morningstar who fell along her older brother.

Dead ass you fell on top of Lucifer when you both fell from heaven.

“Groannsss….GET OFF!” Lucifer yells pushing you off him. You huffed getting off him as you dust yourself.

I headcannon reader to have a slight rebellious attitude sometimes like Adam but she’s not as terrible.

Like reader has a shirt that says “kiss my ass” with a kiss mark on the shirt as she puts up a rock gesture 🤟

Lucifer found your shirt and burned it, he can’t have his baby sister have such an inappropriate shirt!

“LU-LU! NOOO MY SHIRTTT” “THIS SHIRT IS NASTY LITTLE SIS!-”

He put his hand to your face to keep you away as he burned it. It was a funny sight as you huffed kicking him in his nuts as he groaned falling face first to the ground.

I also headcannon that reader is the reason why Charlie had a emo phase as reader kinda has a different aesthetic than Lucifer.

But on a serious note, Lucifer was kinda scared when you fell with him as he puts his hand through his hair watching you sleep. He couldn’t believe he brought his baby sister with him on his down fall. He knew he influenced you as you looked up to him more than the other angels. It was like if you were his child, his baby.

But he tucks you in bed as you were sprawled out in your bed snoring loudly. He chuckles kissing your head and leaving your room as he closes your door with a slight sad look.

Back to the funny sibling things, you are definitely the one who sneaks in the kitchen to take his leftovers for payback. After Lucifer walks out of his workshop tired and hungry.

You basically told him to take care of himself more. He walked in the kitchen to find his leftovers gone. So you could tell what happened next.

“Y/NNNNN!” You heard a fierce yell as you had shoved the food down your mouth and ran as you heard a loud flapping of wings behind you. “WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU BETTER PRAY!”

It’s was so cartoony at how Lucifer chases you while you ran for you life. You have wings but he flys better than you so it’s no use.

He caught you, making you cook dinner for a month as you groan while he smirks patting a duck like a mafia man. “And you better wash the dishes too-” “NOW YOU ASKIN' TOOO MUCHHH!”

But soon the sinners came and made the freedom Lucifer gave them, turn into pure hell as you watch worried at the stress your older brother had. Lucifer tries to smile to show you it’s not affecting him, but it is.

He soon makes you stay all time in the palace, scared for your safety as you stay in your room worried at how isolated he soon becomes. Charlie would walk around babbling about you as she kept your company. You smile at your cute niece giving her boops to her nose.

I also headcannon you and Lucifer are like secret twins as you both hyper fixate about a lot of things like [favorite thing] as he hyper fixates on ducks and gives you his ducks to show off how cool he is as your older brother.

But also I can see reader being shorter than Lucifer, like to his shoulder as Lucifer blinks like a frog as you smile with an evil gremlin ready to stab someone.

But now for some overprotective brother headcannons.

You know how Lucifer when to see Charlie at her hotel, you joined wearing basically a female version of Lucifer’s outfit. But you wore shades to off your ✨coolness✨

Alastor was irritated at your louder personality but you also had a charming aura around you like how Lucifer has his prideful smile. Alastor smirks down at you as you are shorter than Lucifer, he kisses your hand with made you just stand there with a dotted blank expression.

Immediately Lucifer picks you up like a doll as he growls at Alastor like a dog ready to chump his hand off. He knew the radio demon just wanted to piss him off, so the whole time you were in the hotel with him. He always has you close and behind him from the radio demon.

Now if it was a sinner trying to court you, they better hope you don’t snitch like the young sibling you are. Cause ohhhh boy! Lucifer is teleporting to their house to give them nightmares. Maybe even killing them if they made you uncomfortable.

Heaven and hell agrees you are a cutie, demon or angel. Cause in heaven there were angels trying to court you but your brother was always behind you looking stern as he puff his chest trying to see if they suit you best.

Like literally he scares people off as you stand there minding your business.

“I feel a disturbance in the air…” Lucifer says as he was reading a book but pulls the curtains to see an angel trying to court you with their wings.

Immediately you’re being teleported to your room confused as a duck poofs in your hand.

“What the fuckkkk….” You say confused

[fanficriter]

Dating Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings - None!

Notes - I need this man biblically 🤤🤤 Might be a bit OOC

Not proof read :3

Gender Neutral Reader

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- First off, he is quite literally THE bf

- Literally the most perfect man

- Aside from the random depressive episodes he gets

- If you make it a point to have a good relationship with Charlie, you may as well be planning the wedding already

- She’s so happy her dad finally found his forever person :(

- Would call you sooooo many pet names

- Darling, sweetie, angel, HUN 🤤

- And my personal favourite… ‘duckling’

- Oh my god i need him

- Definitely a gift giver

- MAKES YOU RUBBER DUCKS 😭

- Is a bit embarrassed of his little duck obsession

- But if you show your acceptance, we’ll… he’d probably cry

- But he’d be so greatful

- If you ask questions, or show INTEREST in his ducks

- Bros on his knees sobbing, wondering how he managed to score such a person

- Always stares at you with pure adoration in his eyes JESUS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

- “What? Do i have something on my face?”

- “No, no…. Just keep doin what you’re doin hun…”

- Likes to twirl you around

- Just randomly

- Little twirl :3

- Mans is definitely on the spectrum

- Will literally STIM over how much he loves you

- Am i self inserting?

- You are on his mind 24/7

- If you go out for a bit he gets like… EXTREMELY sad

- Makes ducks to get his mind off of your absence

- In the early stages of your relationship, he was NERVY

- Shaking in his boots bc HOWWWW did he manage to bag you?????

- Would stutter over his words a lot

- Would also do stupid shit to impress you

- “Luci, dear… what are you wearing?”

- Frog blinks in his ‘hip’ outfit (its a crop top and booty shorts)

- “A-are you not into it….?”

- He also just LOVES kissing you

- You sitting on his lap while he peppers your face with kisses OH MY GODDDDD

- Also just giving you little pecks on the lips like all the time :(

- Cuddles galore with this guy

- You’re making food? He’s hugging your waist from behind

- Your sitting at a desk doing some work? His arms are wrapped you

- You’re standing around for plot convenience? So is he! You have so much in common he just wants to squeeze you!!!!

- He loves you to heaven and back, and would do ANYTHING in his power to keep you safe and healthy

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I wrote this at 3am on a whim soz if it’s not the best!!!

[tenjikufag]

Silly ask but, is it alright to request to see a Laios x male Reader story, where the reader is a transman? Maybe to how Laios would react to that information or how the reader would go about/could bring that up to Laios, esp for how scary it is to bring it up to a loved one. …and possibly for it to be fluffy/smut (stupidly sweet kind…?), fluff (maybe angst if you wanna throw in some tussle XD) will do just as good :}

Thank you if you see this! I enjoy what you make!! :D

No Problem.

Laios Touden x Trans!Male Reader

-fluff, light angst, comfort, ftm!reader, afab anatomy mentions, coming out, pre-op reader (no top/bottom surgery), hrt characteristics (T-Dick), fluffy smut

-(please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable with said topics x.)

-thank you for the request, sorry it took so long to get around to. This man would be the most supportive and loving partner.

Listen, in a world where there are a thousand or more different races, anthropomorphic beings, monsters, magic, cults and guilds- being trans really isn’t that big of a deal or even something to blink twice at.

That doesn’t make it any easier though, coming out, even with all the “diversity” an ever present looming prejudice and bigotry was held among the heads of said margins- the ones who have managed to fall through the cracks of what had been somehow deemed ‘normal’ in this world..

It’s scary.

Especially when it comes to your relationship with Laios.

No, you doubt he’d hold any form of hatred or even really.. care about someone coming out to him. But that was just the problem, it almost felt like an unpredictability in his ways of emoting or showing how he reacts.

What if he didn’t accept it? What if he really did care about you not having “the right parts”…

You weren’t sure, really.

And that’s why you’d put it off for so long.

You’d been with Laios for some time now, but most of it was spent in dungeon and when you’d resurface neither of you had any of the energy to actually get physical aside from hugs and brief cuddling before he overheated and moved away in his sleep.

He hadn’t felt the layers you wore to conceal what you deemed a “secret”, neither him or the party ever seeing you without a shirt or even naked despite all the shared baths and such. Never once had they’d managed to catch you in a “slip up” of revealing yourself.

Also, why the hell would you drop such a comment and come out in the middle of the dungeon?! Who does that? Definitely not you, if it were to go sideways who’s to say they wouldn’t tie you up in vines and leave you to the giant frogs to eat?

None of them would be that cruel, you knew that. It was still hard, though.

Everyone knew you as a guy, you are a guy, your secondary characteristics prominent from the lapsed time on testosterone. It was easy to “pass” and you were worried.. really. It ate at you, even if in reality you didn’t exactly owe non-intimate partners your bodies explanation, Laios was the outlier.

An intimate partner, a boyfriend.. you’d wanted more and you knew he did too.

It felt all too difficult to do, dozens upon dozens of scenarios playing out in your hypothetical coming out but you wouldn’t know the true outcome until you actually.. told him.

—

Picking at the hem of your shirt, Laios came into your bedroom changed into his freshly washed sleep wear. His eyes scanned you, a soft smile on his lips as he slid into the bed- laying himself beside you.

You knew his next move was to wrap his arms around your waist but you needed some space to tell him. It hurt your heart a fair bit when Laios looked up at you like a whining puppy when you moved away from him..

“Are you okay?”

He asked, eyebrows crossed in concern.

“Yeah.. I just.. there’s something I need to tell you.”

The blonde sat up, crossing his legs and leaning forward towards you intently.

God, he didn’t make this any easier. His dumb almost dog like demeanour with bright golden eyes boring into you.. it sent a jolt up your spine.

“What is it?”

After all this time, rehearsing it over and over again, memorizing how your body would move and react to emote yourself to him and when he’s sitting here waiting patiently for you to tell him-

The words failed to find themselves on your tongue. Instead your throat felt tight, almost hard to swallow the word vomit that itched instead.

Your fingers continued to play with your shirt hem, trying to distract from the obvious tension.. sighing, your body decided on its own and through an incredibly impulsive action

You now sat on the bed without a shirt, binder on display.

You’d shocked yourself with the move, face burning and tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and catching on your eyelashes. Only flinching when Laios thrummed his finger on the clothing.

“You got hurt? When? Are you alright?”

He got closer, trying to inspect further but eased up at your clear discomfort.

“No. I’m not hurt!”

Unable to control your tone or volume, Laios flinched himself and moved back just a bit.

“Oh. Then what is this?”

Biting your lip, you could’ve guessed Laios wouldn’t have been familiar with these types of undergarments. With a deep, heavy sigh, your hands pushed themselves pressed into your cheeks and your neck dragged your head down to stare straight at the bed.

“I’m trans. That’s it. It’s a binder.”

It was quiet, just barely audible to him. The churning in your stomach twisted and ached, feeling like it was taking him a hundred years to respond..

Having enough with the silence, your head slowly tore itself away from your hands- Laios was still staring at you with the same care and concern he held before you came out with it.

“So? What.. what do you think?”

He blinked, tilting his head quizzically

“That was it? I thought it was something.. more? Not to uh, be mean or dismissive but-“

An amused laugh left your lips, startling your more conscious side of mind- what did he mean expected more? You didn’t want to guess, but the look of relief that washed over him told you all you needed to know.

“Are you okay with it? Okay with.. me?”

His bright eyes widened, realizing what you had actually wanted as a response

“Yeah! Of course, I love you.”

He loved you? You covered your blushing face with your hands, Laios was far too nonchalant with his words but they were sincere.

You hadn’t known why, well you did, but you had for some reason expected an explosive or more emotional response? But again.. it’s Laios. He’s not that kind of person.

“Is that why you never let me hug you for more than a few seconds?”

Pulling away from your hands, Laios sat there pouting. It was a fair question and he was right..

“I thought you didn’t like my hugs..”

The poor man seemed so upset! Sighing out a laugh, your body moved to hug his large frame.

“I love your hugs, it’s just scary.. I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

His large arms wrapped around your body tightly, a satisfied hum escaping his chest. All this worrying, all this pent up stress.. all for nothing basically. Still, this was a big moment.. Laios knew what he would see when the time came.

You felt fingers inspect your binder, one slipping under and pulling it back- losing grip on it and accidentally letting it snap back onto your skin.

“Hey! That hurt!”

Shoving him away, you rubbed the spot where it snapped back.

“Wow, it’s really tight..”

“That’s the whole point Laios.”

He pursed his lips, hand scratching his chin as he thought for a moment. Eyes glowing at whatever epiphany he had

“Why don’t you take it off? I read somewhere you shouldn’t wear it for too long and I’ve been here all day! Take it off!”

Panicked, he moved and grabbed one of his shirts from your drawer and tossed it to you.

“Someone also said you could asphyxiate yourself! Were you wearing that the whole time in the dungeon?!”

Genuine concern oozed from him, stress in his knitted brows. You motioned for him to calm down, reassuring him you were fine and that you would not get asphyxiated from wearing it- giving him a brief lesson on binders and that you made sure you were absolutely safe the whole time.

It did calm him down, but he still told you to take it off. You agreed, the tightness a tad more noticeable since Laios so rudely pulled it back..

He offered to turn around or leave, but you let him watch. Even if he was turning red the whole time, shifting awkwardly while you changed.. he’d never seen your bare skin before now and it had him feeling hot and bothered.. your skin was smooth, aside from the faint pink outlines of where the seams laid on your skin.

Smiling up at him, you changed into his oversized sleep shirt and took a deep breathe of relief.

Laying back down on the bed, arms stretched out to let the large man cuddle into you. You could feel his attentive gaze on you, and you knew that meant he had a couple questioned festering in that ever-learning mind of his.

“What’s on your mind?”

He flushed, shoving himself further into you before he brought up his courage.

“Can.. can I see? I know you get facial hair and I am curious to see how it effects the rest of your body..”

Ah. Of course. Whispering a small sound of approval, you let him lift the shirt.. feeling yourself heat up again when he started fondling your chest.

“They’re not big, I think you can do without your binder in colder months.”

“Uh.. yeah. Thanks?”

He hummed, large hands exploring your torso and tickling along your skin. The motions he made, how his hands managed to squeeze just right in the more sensitive places had the space between your legs warming up and getting wetter by the second..

Laios was getting excited too, with the way he was cuddled up his hard on brushed against your leg. He shifted upwards, kissing your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. You were quick to grab his face and kiss him fully, slipping your tongue into his mouth- his hands now tightly holding onto the plush flesh of your chest.

Moaning out, you pulled away breathlessly. Laios’ eyes already hazed over, a hungry look you’d only ever seen in dungeon trickled over his features. He moved to cage you between his arms, hovering over you as he caught your lips with his again before leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Can I go further?”

His words laced with lust reached themselves between your legs, for sure leaving a wet spot in your underwear. An excited arousal festered in your abdomen, nodding at his question of consent.

With a smile, he pecked your lips before throwing off his own shirt and shimmying down to where your boxers peaked out from your pyjama bottoms. Golden eyes looked up to your own, checking to see if you were still okay with what he wanted to do.

You wanted it bad, he knew that. He felt it. Pulling down your bottoms, his eyes widened in delight. Admittedly you felt shy and kind of insecure, never being this exposed to him before but before any of your worries could settle into the pool of your arousal-

He took a long, striped lick between your folds, flicking his tongue when it met your clitoris.

Shuddering at the sensation, your legs instinctively tried to close but he remained steadfast inbetween your legs. Taking experimental licks around your folds, suckling on your tiny dick. It sent electric shocks of pleasure up your body, making the heat in your abdomen burn even more.

The man smiled at the reactions, licking and kissing your inner thighs, up your stomach, lips tracing their own path on your happy trail. He pushed your thighs back, exposing more of you and really dove in.

It was wet, the sound of slick between each lap and suckle from his mouth made blood pool in your cheeks. He had you gasping, stomach rising and falling with each groan and grunt from you.

When he pulled away, a faint sheen on his lips and chin remained. He was happy, satisfied with his warm up on you.

“Can I-“

“Yes. Please.”

You needed him, it was your first time with him and you wanted it all. He could play with you all he wanted after but for now the two of you ached and craved to feel each other whole.

While he slipped off his bottoms, you caught your breathe and ran your fingers through your hair to ease yourself into it.

You knew he was big, above average, and even with how wet you were it was going to be a stretch.

Sighing in content, you hadn’t realized he already had a condom on and was aligned with your heat until it poked just at the entrance.

Startled, you looked down between where your pelvises met.. he looked up at you with a soft smile. With a hitched breathe, he positioned the head of his dick to lay just inside the entrance. His eyes focused on yours, leaning down to kiss you.

Slowly, as he deepened the kiss he slid in. The stretch was tight, making your nose scrunch with the building pressure.

Until you felt yourself finally accommodate for his size, a wave of pleasured relief heating your whole body.

“Fuck..”

Groaning into the kiss, he rocked his hips slowly. You could feel his own muscles tense under your grip and he shared his own grunts of pleasure, letting them pool into your mouth.

The two of you weren’t going to last long, no matter how much control and how slow the pace was.

It was all overwhelming, emotions at a peaked high from what happened before and it being the first shared time.

The coil that sweltered in your pelvis was quickly coming to its end, feeling yourself clench around him and making more slick sounds with every thrust he made.

“Laios, I’m close.”

“Me too..”

It was almost a whimper, his mouth near your ear as he shyly buried his face into your neck, pleading with himself with every rut he made inside.

Your orgasm washed over you without warning, moaning out and gripping the blondes shoulders tightly- with your high almost ending, he came quickly after from every tight pulse you made on him.

Laying there breathlessly, he slumped onto your body. The two of you both smiling like idiots.

“You’re.. so.. handsome..”

His soft dick now pulled out, he caressed your ribs and kissed your cheek.

“I love you no matter what.. thank you.. for telling me..”

His post orgasm clarity made him say what he hesitated or couldn’t find the words for earlier, though it was through soft yawns and slurred sleepy words- it was what you needed to hear.

All your hypotheticals and nightmares fluttered from your mind, you almost had to pinch yourself for ever thinking the man would be anything but loving and accepting. He loved you for you, and you loved him for him. Quirks and all.

[milunalupin]

— sugar

sirius black x reader ★ 1k words

a/n : first post ! ty for reading <3

Honeydukes was packed with witches and wizards of all ages as it always was on the weekends, tables and shelves stocked with most colorful and exciting sweets in the area. You made your way to the back of the shop where your favorite treats were, relieved the see this part of the store empty.

As you scanned the wall for your sweets, someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned to see a man grinning at you, leaning against the shelf behind him. He was wearing a fitted black shirt, and a leather jacket. His dark curls perfectly framing his defined face.

"You've got good taste, I see. Honeydukes always has the best sweets. What's your poison, chocolate frogs?"

You eyed the handsome man in front of you, then offered a smile towards him.

"I'm more of a sugar quill girl."

The curly haired stranger chuckled, his grey eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Ah, a woman of refined tastes, I see. Sugar quills are definitely a good choice. The only problem is, you're going to need something to wash them down with. Say, a butterbeer?"

"That is quite a problem, isn't it?" you bit your lip, your eyes twinkling mischievously.

His grin widened, a knowing sparkle in his eye.

"Sure is. Lucky for you, I've got a solution. Allow me to take you to the Three Broomsticks, where I can ensure you have the most delicious beverage available to pair with your equally delicious snacks."

You couldn't help but smile, his charm almost impossible to resist.

"Take me away, handsome."

"Sirius Black. Shall we, sweetheart?" He offered you his elbow, a gentleman through and through.

You took his elbow and gave him your name, grinning up at him as your eyes twinkled with excitement.

The two of you walked up to the counter and after a few "Sirius, no!"s and a "I've got it, sweet girl", the cashier handed you the bag of sweets Sirius paid for. You thanked him as you left the candy shop and walked down the streets of Hogsmeade together.

As you entered the Three Broomsticks, Sirius escorted you to the bar, pulling out a stool for you. He ordered a round of butterbeers and pumpkin pasties for the both of you, the bartender nodding to his request. As you waited for your drinks, Sirius leaned back on his stool, watching you with amusement.

You looked around and smiled softly at the cozy atmosphere, then turned to him when you noticed him watching you. You smiled nervously, bringing a hand up to your mouth.

"Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you're perfect, love. But I wonder.. why a woman like you would be having a butterbeer with a known troublemaker... some might think you have a thing for bad boys."

"And what if I do?" You smirked at him, taking a small sip of your butterbeer.

Sirius's eyes twinkled in response. He seemed to find your spirit and openness refreshing.

The two of you talked about anything and everything as you drank together, Sirius especially interested in your work with magical creatures.

You cut your pumpkin pasty in half, sliding one half over him before taking a bite out if your own half.

"Here, before it gets cold."

Sirius chuckled, reaching out to take the offered half. Their hands touched briefly, and he felt a tingle run down his spine. He blinked, trying to play it off.

He felt his cheeks grow warm. Even the way you ate a pumpkin pasty was endearing. His eyes flitted across your face, his heart pounding in his throat. His mind was racing with possibilities, thoughts that he hadn't let himself think in years. He was in trouble.

"Um, would you care for another butterbeer?" He motioned to the nearby bartender, who nodded in acknowledgement. He was going to need a whole tankard of butterbeer if he had any hope of keeping himself from completing embarrassing himself in front of you.

He knew he should stay cool, but there was something about you that threw him off his game. Before he even realized what he was doing, he blurted out, "Godric, you're beautiful."

Your eyes widened and you let out the biggest laugh, throwing your head back. The blush on his cheeks deepened as your laughter filled his ears. He leaned in, his words filled with sincerity.

"And you are the kind of woman who can make a man forget about all of his worries. I could listen to you laugh all night, love."

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently. He was falling for you hard and fast, and he had a sinking feeling that he was in trouble. But at the same time, he couldn't be happier.

"You're trouble, you know that?"

You looked down at Sirius stroking your hand, then looking back up at him with a teasing smile.

"Trouble? You're the one who kidnapped me."

Sirius chuckled, the soft melody of your laughter tugging at his heart. He felt warm all over, his lips curving into a soft smile. He was never the romantic type, but there was something about you that made his heart ache with longing.

"I may have kidnapped you, but you're the one who's stolen my heart." Sirius's voice was soft, a whisper meant for your ears only.

It was your turn to be flustered, your cheeks turning pink as he looked at you sincerely.

"Merlin, who knew you'd have such a way with words." You chuckled softly, tilting your head to the side.

"Maybe I've been saving them all for you." Sirius took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

A small gasp left your mouth, giggling at the man sitting beside you.

"Sirius Black, where have you been all my life?"

Sirius chuckled, his eyes twinkling at your reaction. He knew you were feeling the same way he was, and it made him feel alive. You had lit a spark within him, one that he thought had died long ago. He was thrilled to have found you, and he wasn't about to let you go. He leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper.

"Waiting for you, sugar, waiting for you."

[yarmiko-art]

Watch out, kids, there's a man eating butterfly over there--!

Really wanted to make something like this with them for a while. I care for them so much. Wholeheartedly believe that those kids have a really deep bond

There's a lil tidbit down the post with me trying to do the character study on Gooey.

"I can't do it right," Gooey mutters quietly with clear sadness in their voice, looking at the crumpled wad of paper under their fingers. Whatever this thing was, it definitely wasn't a paper plane he worked so hard on for the ten minutes, sticking out his tongue with diligence.

The boy raises his head up, looking at a white speck among the green leaves. Kirby's planes flew easily and far without effort. One of them soared so high up that it got stuck in the crown of a tree, which stretched a huge pleasant shadow above them. A pretty orange butterfly perched itself on a white wing. Even it likes Kirby's plane better.

Kirby's paper frogs were better, too. They jumped on the grass as if they were alive - the boys just needed to lightly poke their flattened heads. Origami cranes gracefully positioned themselves in the shade with their wings spread out. Waiting for the wind to pick them up in the air. The doves were made of regular, even lines.

And Gooey couldn't even make a simple paper plane. Maybe the wings were too short to allow them to fly forward rather than fall, driven down by the force of the impact. Or maybe he was making too many bends on the sheet, constantly forgetting which corners to bend inwards. But it suppose to be so easy. Kirby made it look so easy.

Gooey looks at their hands in disappointment. Palm. Five splayed child fingers with a couple of scratches from carelessness. No different from a human one. Gooey grabs Kirby's wrist and puts his palm against his own, carefully comparing them. Frustrated eyes run from one hand to the other. Kirby doesn't mind. His free hand ruffles the blue dreadlocks on other's head in a soothing manner.

"Don't be upset. I didn't do it right the first time either."

Gooey unclenches the fingers, closing his eyes. He wouldn't be so upset about the first time. But this was the third one! Something was clearly wrong! He obviously did something wrong while morphing these hands—Huh?

The look of big dark eyes attracts something new. Kirby takes out a new sheet from the pile of paper pinned down by the picnic basket. He smoothes it out on the grass and lures Gooey closer.

"Fold it in half first," the boy draws an imaginary fold line across the sheet before Gooey hesitantly follows the instructions, "Neat! And now one more time. And then open it."

Fold the corners to the inside. Fold up the bottom. Corners again... Following Kirby's words was much easier than frantically trying to remember the next step in fear of ruining the sheet. Turn it on its side and in half again. Huh, Gooey doesn't remember such a step in the plane making. Although, maybe that's why they didn't couldn't do it right.

The sheet goes tightly under the fingers, bending unevenly. "It won't fly this time either," the boy tells himself, but completes the last instruction - pull the corners to the sides. He expects the paper to tear, but instead the origami in his hands opens up in--

"A boat?" Gooey blinks a little puzzled, and Kirby tugs at his elbow in the direction of the pond. The water was right next to them, splashing the knees, covered with herbal juice Two hands sink into the cool pool, allowing the boat to gently stand on the shiny surface. Gooey leans forward, hanging over the pond at a dangerous angle, about to fall into the water. But the boat is not sinking. Kirby takes a deep breath and blows - the light paper gives in, and moves forward, leaving a small ripple on the blue surface.

Gooey blinks again and their face breaks into a happy smile. It's strange, he can't remember what he was so upset about.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a reflection in the pond below him. Two little children - one in a white overalls, and the other in a blue robe. He raises his hand and the child from the pond waves back at him. Palm. Five children's fingers. Quite human.

[eloquentlytired]

steve rogers & sherlock holmes prompts

pairings: 1st prompt — sherlock holmes x gn! reader, 2d prompt — steve rogers x gn!reader

note: decided to do a spin the wheel with the chars I write for & some prompts! they're gonna be funny & fluffy. no smut here ( the world is shook ik )

prompts by @mouserzwuzhere !!!

gifs by @beyondthefold

you find sherlock sleeping on the couch, limbs spread everywhere like a starfish. he'd been drinking of course but it didn't surprise you after living with him for many months. you were working as his assistant— or rather you were his damn nanny because according to mycroft he needed one in his old age. you hovered over him as he snored, your hands full of the most adorable thing to exist in the universe. a snicker left your lips as you placed it on sherlock’s chest thinking about all the times he had angered you or been a pain in the butt.

sherlock found himself in the displeasure of being awoken by someone... something? he blinked carefully as something began bouncing on his chest although for a moment. it was light but it was still there. when the man opened his eyes first he saw you, grinning in the most evil way possible, and then he saw that. not a dog. not a cat. not even a spider. no it just wasn't something that would satisfy your revenge against him. sherlock slowly looked back at you, disheveled hair falling over his face. he was bothered, disturbed even, and the fact alone brought you joy.

sherlock spoke your full name. uh oh. “get. the. frog. off. me.”

you shrugged crossing your arms over your chest. “could I? well technically I could but..” you pretended to think before offering him another wicked grin. “I would rather not. he seems to like you.”

“if you don't get it off this instance—” the frog suddenly jumped on sherlock’s forehead and went completely still. sherlock stilled as well, his body as if frozen and his eyes still glaring at you. wide and clear.

you smashed a hand over your mouth and tried to remain silent. “holy balls—”

“one.” he was fuming, you knew he was. the man actually never slept and here you were, humiliating him with a random frog. definitely not a lover of them huh? “two.” sherlock spoke slowly and you quickly understood he wasn't joking.

you moved forward and collected the baby frog in your hands, placing it near your plants collection. the couch creaked behind you and you knew sherlock was getting up to reach his target, aka you. “it was a joke! I mean kind of? I laughed,you didn't. Oh well! We could move on like adults—” he cut you off by towering over you yet keeping a respectful distance. “I’ll go to the bathroom. I'll take a shower. And by the time I'm out so will the frog.” He said emphasizing the last word. That was kinda funny too but if you laughed right now you and the frog would stay homeless.

he was satisfied enough when you nodded and began walking away. “perhaps the little guy could keep you some company!”

“That is not coming in this house!” he barked.

“Well technically he already is in the h—” his glare silenced you for good. you picked up the small froggy and held it as you went outside to reconnect him with nature. if only sherlock would do the same sometimes.

nothing could have prepared steve for this one. he could expect anything else ; a flying army of zombies. alien venomous cows. a forehead kiss from tony stark what the fuck. maybe chocolate on pizza. was that a thing now in this time and age?

it didn't really matter when you were right there on a motorcycle parked next to steve’s. “no. I refuse.” he said about to put on his helmet but ultimately stopped when he spotted you. you looked at him, raising your eyebrow in question and laughed. “sorry?”

“I am the coolest looking one on a bike. you cannot possibly take that away from me. Besides since when do you drive a motorcycle?” steve said pointing an accusatory finger at you. he didn't realize it was some type of compliment which made it even more amusing.

“actually I'm pretty sure the coolest biker is nat—”

“don’t you dare say nat looks cooler than me on a bike.” he warned.

“well she does. and you already have a title! you can't use the hot biker one too.”

“what? what title?” steve asked.

“america’s ass.” you deadpanned.

steve’s lips formed into a small ‘O’ before he placed a hand on his chin, rubbing it in deep thought. “huh..well..” you kept staring at him, raw judgement evident on every part of your face. steve rolled his eyes and eventually wore his helmet. “we’ll talk about this later. this isn't over.”

you bit back a laugh, placing your hand over your forehead vertically.

“sir yes sir!” steve rolled his eyes again and drove off, a small smile on his lips.

perhaps that's why you two would never do missions together — you could never be serious.

[bluesylveon2]

A Chance Meeting

Summary: While running away from her set expectations, Yuu meets someone she did not expect.

Note: royal au (same universe as the Leona and Lilia fics), set after the Lilia fic but before the epilogue, mentioned Ray from Princess and the Frog, fluff, love at first sight, some prejudice, and Lilia Yuu/MC cameo (referred to as Lady Vanrouge)

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

The first time Yuu met Malleus, it felt like fate.

Yuu. daughter of a viscount in the City of Flowers, was exhausted. She had traveled long and far to Briar Valley for the king's 3-day birthday ball because her father insisted on her attending. Why? Being the unmarried woman Yuu was, her father used the party as an opportunity for her to meet other noblemen. He dragged her to meet different bachelors so that Yuu did not have time to eat something or even get a glance at the king. 

The girl plopped down on a bench in the middle of the castle's rose garden. She wanted nothing more than to think about anything but marriage when she would instead enjoy being in a new area. Yuu smiled as she eyed a nearby rose. The rose was not a vibrant red like the ones in the Queendom of Roses. Instead, they emitted a magical glow that made them unique to the ones from the Queendom. 

The sound of footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. 

"Oh, I did not think there would be people here."

Yuu turned, and her breath hitched. Standing a few feet away was a tall, regally dressed man with long jet-black hair slicked back to show a unique pattern on his head. The man's horns and green eyes stood out to Yuu the most. The man was definitely a fae. If his looks could not spell it out, the magical aura he emitted also did. 

"I'm sorry. I could move to another spot."

The man shook his head. "There is no need. Can I sit next to you?'

Yuu felt as if she should be intimidated, but she nodded anyways. She could feel his magical aura grow with each step he took until he sat beside her. The two sat in silence as Yuu stared at the roses, and the man looked up at the stars.

"So, what brings you to the royal garden?" The man asked with curiosity in his voice. 

Yuu sighed. "I just wanted some air. What about you?” 

"I wanted to go for a walk. The palace is peaceful at night.”

It is. I want to experience longer, but my father is trying to marry me off, so he brought me here to meet some bachelors." A small smile formed on her face. "The thing is, I want to marry for love. I also want to enjoy my time here, but that might not happen."

The man felt empathy for Yuu. “I understand what you are going through."

"Yeah. I just want to think about anything else but that."

There was a moment of silence until the man spoke. "Did you know the king loves gargoyles?"

Yuu blinked and immediately turned to the man. He only looked down at her with a calm expression. "Pardon?"

"The king loves gargoyles. That's why you see them all over the castle." The man pointed to different parts of the exterior where multiple gargoyles sat. Yuu was too focused on the roses before to notice how many there were. 

"That's really interesting."

"Indeed. Did you also know that it is not used for decoration but to move water from a roof and away from running down the side of the building."

"Really! Can you tell me more facts?" Yuu's eyes sparkled with interest. She did not expect her night to be spent talking about gargoyles, but she would choose that over potential husbands.

The man smiled for the first time that night. "Certainly, Lady-"

“Yuu. You can call me Yuu.”

"Yuu." The man tested the name on his tongue. "And you can call me whatever you want."

Yuu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You don't want to tell me your name."

The man chuckled. "I want to keep that a secret but don't worry. I have no ill intentions behind it. A nickname will suffice for now."

Yuu thought back to the books she read regarding fae and his type. None mentioned which species had big horns, so it was hard to tell. Still, she could not take her eyes off his horns.

"How about Tsunotarou?"

Tsutarou's eyes widened briefly until he genuinely laughed, causing Yuu to laugh. "What a peculiar name…Alright. I will take it, Yuu."

Yuu stopped laughing and smiled. Her eyes met Tsunotarou's green ones. "Now, will you tell me more facts?'

Tsunotarou felt something form in his chest. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling that he could not explain. Maybe Lilia knew something about it? "Certainly."

---

The next night they meet, Tsunotarou teleported to the garden. 

"Still running away from suitors?" 

Yuu's eyes widened with excitement, and she stood up. "Tsunotarou! Can you do that again?"

Tsunotarou blinked owlishly. "Do what again?"

"Teleport! When you do that, you leave behind firefly-like lights. They look like tiny stars."

Tsunotarou blinked, and then he smiled. "Alright. I will do it for you." A glow of green light emitted from his body, and he disappeared, leaving behind small sparkles of light. Tsunotarou reappeared, sitting at his spot on the bench. "Are you satisfied?"

Yuu grinned and sat down next to Tsunotarou. "Very." Her eyes gleamed like the stars she was looking at. "Before you came here, I was looking up at the stars. It's something I like to do at home."

"Really?" He joined Yuu in stargazing. "What do you like about them?"

"Do you see those two stars, the really bright ones?" Yuu pointed at two stars sitting diagonal to one another. Both stars shined brightly compared to the rest. "There is a legend in Port O'Bliss about a firefly who was in love with a firefly who was actually a star. The firefly stared at the star at night, professing his love, but he could never touch her. Almost like she was on another planet. The firefly made a wish to be with her. One day, his wish came true, and when you see two stars shining brightly at night, that is the firefly and his love." 

Tsunotarou felt the same feeling in his chest as he stared at Yuu. It was the same as the night before but more intense. "That is a beautiful story."

"I agree. So whenever I feel sad or alone, I look up at the stars and make a wish because I know those two fireflies are listening." Yuu turned to Tsunotarou with a smile on her face. Tsunotarou's heart skipped a beat. "You should do the same thing. We can do one now." She closed her eyes, brought her hands together, and whispered under her breath despite Tsunotarou's heightened hearing. The fae chose to stay quiet out of respect. 

Tsunotarou looked up at the stars again, deep in thought. He felt relaxed around this woman who was practically a stranger. He felt like he could let his guard down around her. The feeling from earlier had increased more, and the fae could not stop thinking about Yuu. Tomorrow was the last night of his party, and he knew what he needed to do. For now, under the witness of the firefly and his love, he would make a wish upon the star and to make Yuu's wish come true. 

---

The third time they met was on the dancefloor. 

"So I won last year's hunt with a…"

Yuu tuned out the next bachelor, her mind filled with thoughts of her friend Tsunotarou. Usually, it would be easy to slip away and go to the garden. Still, the bachelors must have read her mind because they were insistent on showing her off. Yuu wanted her torture to end and meet up with her friend. 

A trumpet silenced the chatter, and Yuu thanked the deity above for hearing her prayer. Her eyes landed on two young men, one with green hair and one with silver hair, entering the balcony. Their eyes scanned the crowd before the green-haired man cleared his throat. Another man with black and pink hair walked in front of them.

"Hello, everyone! I hope that you are having fun tonight. I know I am!" The man laughed, and everyone joined him. "But this is not about me. Tonight is about our king, who finally wants to show himself. So make sure to give him lots of birthday wishes. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you King Malleus Draconia!"

Yuu felt her breath hitch as a familiar head of black hair, striking green eyes, and horns walked out. She felt the world slow down as reality came crashing down. There, the king of Briar Valley was none other than Tsunotarou-

No. Malleus Draconia. 

Yuu felt horrified and heer heartbeat increase. How could she, a guest at this party, treat the king so casually? Why did he let her? Yuu looked around the room, only for her eyes to meet Malleus' staring straight at her. 

"I need to get some air." Yuu quickly said to her companion and ran off from the crowd. She let her feet carry her anywhere in the gigantic castle. Yuu stopped in a long hallway to catch her breath. She let her back rest against the wall and let her body slide down to the floor. Yuu hid her face in her dress as she reflected on the recent events.

Despite it being only two days, Yuu felt happy being around Malleus. Their interactions had no romantic intentions, but there was a connection, and the two clicked. Yuu felt her heart beat faster after making a new friend. Maybe, with more time, there could be something more.

Click Click

The sound of heels coming closer caused Yuu to pick her head up. Two beautiful fae women were heading her way. Both had disapproving looks on their faces. 

"Well, well. You must be the woman the king is fascinated with." One smirked, looking Yuu up and down.

"We heard that the king has been sneaking out a lot. Who knew he was meeting with a human? Why don't you go back to where you came from?" The other scoffed. 

Yuu felt a bad feeling in her chest. "What do you want?" she asked slowly. 

The first one sneered. "You are nothing but a magicless human. You don't deserve to stand next to Malleus."

Yuu felt annoyed. How dare these ladies come in and mock her for being a human! Malleus knew all along and was interested in her. "As if you are any better! You two don't know him like I do."

The second one rolled her eyes. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't, but that does not stop the fact that you are dirt under my shoe."

"What is going on here," A stern but motherly voice asked, causing the group to freeze. Yuu watched as another fae woman entered. She was beautiful like the other woman, and her aura reminded Yuu of the small fae with black and pink hair. 

"Lady Vanrouge!" The women curtsey, causing Yuu to join them despite not knowing the woman. "How are you today?"

Lady Vanrouge only stared at the group. "Fine, but you did not answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"W-we were just talking to our new friend, the human." One girl said nervously, but Lady Vanrouge did not buy it. She crossed her arms and stared at them icily. 

"Really? Then what was the part about the human being dirt under your shoe? Or what was the last thing?" She hummed as she tapped her chin with her finger, pretending to think, "Not worthy of standing next to the King?"

"B-but-"

The fae smiled with a mad glint in her eyes. It mirrored one that the infamous Lilia Vanrouge had with his soldiers, sending chills through the girl's spines. "No buts. Consider yourselves lucky you were not caught by my husband or my son, who, by the way, is a human. Despite that, I still love him, and I will love him as my son no matter what he is. He could be a worm for all I care about, and I will still love him.

Lady Vanrouge smirked evilly and waved the girls off with her hand in a "shoo" motion. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and act like my husband." The women squealed and immediately bolted out of the room, leaving Yuu and Lady Vanrouge alone. The fae turned to Yuu with a smile. Her eyes were now softer and had a motherly look to them. "Now, you must be the human I heard about."

"Was it anything bad?"

Lady Vanrouge laughed loudly. "Nonsense! I heard good things about you from my husband, who heard it all from the king. Come now. Why don't I walk you back to the party?"

"I appreciate that. Thank you." The two walked in silence until Yuu spoke up. "So the King talks about me?"

The woman smiled. "Yes, he has been talking about you since you met."

"Even though I am a human?"

"Does that change anything? Do you still want to be Malleus' friend after knowing he is a king?" Yuu shook her head. "See, so you should still be with him. I'm sure he is missing you already."

"Thank you, Lady Vanrouge."

The two made idle chit-chat as they headed to the door leading to the ballroom. As the fae woman opened the door, Yuu's eyes widened as she was face to face with Malleus himself.

"Tsunotarou.."

"Yuu…"

The two were so focused on each other that they failed to notice the shorter face staring at them. Lilia noticed how Malleus had a familiar expression on his face. It was the same one he had when he looked at his wife. Meanwhile, Yuu looked at Malleus like he was the brightest star in the sky. The short fae put the two on two together. He gave his wife a look to which she responded with her own. 

"Oh, this is my favorite song! Would you like to join me for a dance?" Lilia smirked at his wife. 

"Of course, my love." Lady Vanrouge walked to her husband and looped his arm around hers. Her eyes focused on Malleus. "Malleus, do you mind walking Yuu back to the party? I was going to do it, but you two have some things to sort through."

Malleus turned to the woman and nodded. "Yes, I will do that. You have fun. my Lady."

"You as well." The woman smiled and left with Lilia. Now that Yuu and Malleus were alone, the tension in the room increased. 

Malleus' regal stature relaxed, and he had a sad look. "I understand why you would run off, and I apologize. After my announcement, I planned to explain everything, but you were gone before I could get to you." Malleus said. For the king of Briar Valley, he looked like a kicked puppy. 

Yuu smiled sadly and gently grabbed Malleus' hand. "It just threw me off guard, and I apologize for running away. I should have talked to you instead."

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu into a hug. "You are forgiven, Yuu. However, you owe me a dance. I still want to have my first dance of the night with you."

Yuu smiled and nodded. “I will be honored, but we must reintroduce ourselves first.”

"Of course." Malleus picked up one of Yuu's hands and kissed her knuckles. "I am Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley.” He looked at her with a gentle smile. “But you can call me Tsunotarou.” 

Yuu curtsied to Malleus. “You can call me Yuu, a lady from the City of Flowers.”

“Well, Yuu.” Malleus held a hand out to Yuu. “Would you do me the honor of joining me in my first dance?”

Yuu placed her hand on his and looked at Malleus confidently. “Of course.”

Unexpectedly, Malleus leaned down and pressed a feather-like kiss on Yuu’s forehead. “You deserve to spend the rest of the night treated like a princess."

That night, both Yuu and Malleus' wishes came true. Meanwhile, in the night sky, the firefly and his love's light enveloped the couple through the windows as they danced through the night. 

---

Later that night, in Silver's room.

"Sebek, do you think your parents would love you if you were a worm?"

After spending years with Silver hosting the sleepovers, Sebek had heard many weird things coming out of Silver's mouth. The half-fae shifted in his spot next to Silver and stared at him with a "wtf" face. "Silver, you are speaking nonsense. Go to sleep." Sebek huffed and turned around to face away from Silver.

Silver only stared up at the ceiling contemplating the question. He had no idea why, but it came to him randomly during the party. He had spent all night pondering on it. It may be something his parents would know. Speaking of- 

"I think my parents would."

"Go to sleep, Silver!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[devildom-moss]

Punishment (Asmodeus)

What has Asmodeus done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Asmodeus x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Asmo) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: sex toys/vibrators, "good boy" for Asmo, exhibitionism, recording/filming, lying as part of the punishment, possessiveness)

Word Count: +3,200 (will I be able to keep the next one under 2k, who knows?)

“MC!” Mammon burst into your room, furious, “why’s Asmo got your shirt?”

“What?”

“Look at his Devilgram!” Mammon pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of Asmo lying on his bed in a silk robe with a blood-red mud mask on. You looked back at Mammon, confused.

“That’s a robe, Mammon, and it’s not mine.”

“Not the robe, ya dummy, look,” Mammon zoomed into the left corner and pointed out a black shirt that said “MILF: man, I love frogs” on it. Yeah, that was definitely your shirt.

“You’re right. When did he take that?”

“So ya didn’t fuck him?”

“I was wondering where that went. What did he want with that shirt?”

“Don’t ignore my question!”

“Sorry, Mams. I’m going to get my shirt back while I’m still thinking about it. I love that shirt. See you later.” You left him in your room without waiting for a response.

Mammon slow-blinked. He could not fathom why you loved that shirt so much, and he wondered what that might say about his potential daddy-issues if that was the kind of clothing you loved yet he was still into you. It was such dad humor – or at the very least some pot-uncle/wine-aunt hybrid humor. Dejected, he left to see if he could con one of his other brothers out of some money.

You knocked on Asmo’s door and heard the creaking of a bed. Asmo started to yell through the door, “Levi, I told you I’m not lending you that maid outfit until you can teach Satan how to wear a jacket. Why are you-”

“Not Leviathan?” you replied, chuckling at his stunned face that quickly changed from annoyed to giddy at the sight of you. He smiled, even though his face mask had made his cheeks almost too stiff to move.

“MC, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing that cute face of yours, love? Come on it.” Asmo took your hand and pulled you to his bed, lightly pushing you down so he could straddle your lap. You looked behind you to see your shirt laying messily on one of Asmo’s pillows. Pouting, Asmo tilted your head back towards him with one slender finger, “didn’t you come to see me?”

“Actually, I just came by to get my shirt back,” you admitted.

“That’s so mean!” Asmo frowned, cracking his face mask and adding to the look of indignation. “You could have at least lied. And why do you want it back?”

“It’s my shirt Asmo,” you laughed at his ridiculousness. “Why do you even have it? I don’t remember giving you that shirt.”

“You wanna know?” Asmo got his face close to yours, staring down at your lips. From that distance, you could smell his face mask.

“Oh, it’s cherry.”

“Oh my gosh, MC! You totally killed the mood,” Asmo gave you an exasperated sigh. “I’m going to wash this off real quick. Stay there.”

“Okay.”

Asmo got up, grazing your thigh with his hand as he did. You sat patiently on his bed, looking at his cosmetics shelf and searching for any new and interesting products. You were a bit relieved that the mask Asmo was washing off now was cherry and not blood. He was a demon, after all. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he had used blood at some point in his cosmetics journey. It was possible that some witch made him a beauty product with blood in it at some point, and he didn’t even know. Who vets all the random gifts he gets, anyway?

“Okay, can we try that again?” Asmo came back, his cheeks and neck still slightly damp. He straddled your lap again, tossing his arms around your neck. Whatever was in that mask worked.

“You’re beautiful,” you told him.

“I know, and you’re gorgeous, my love, now about earlier,” he smiled, inching towards your lips.

“My shirt?”

“Want me to take it off for you?” Asmo slid his hands down your sides. “I like when you’re eager, MC.”

“No, I mean you were going to explain why you took my shirt.”

“On Diavolo,” Asmo groaned, “you’re going to kill my boner, MC.”

“You’re not even hard, Asmo. I’d be able to tell.”

“I could be if you would stop cock-blocking me. You’re so lucky you’re cute, but fine. I took your shirt because you’re the only person in the whole Devildom that wears that MILF shirt.”

“And?”

“I knew if I posted that picture, everyone who had seen you wearing it would know that I had the cutest human ever in my bed. I just wanted to claim you in front of the whole Devildom. You’re not mad, are you?” Asmo started to kiss your neck while waiting for you to answer. He showed no remorse about taking your shirt; that was clear. It was a bit flattering that such a popular demon wanted to claim you, but he should have asked for permission first – no matter how cute he was after getting caught. Although, to your recollection, you hadn’t left that shirt there the last time you slept in Asmo’s bed.

When you hadn’t replied for a few seconds, Asmo nipped at your neck to redirect your attention to him. In a sultry voice, underscored with a hint of anxiety, he spoke between kisses, “don’t be mad, okay?”

He was too embarrassed to admit it, but Asmo had been feeling jealous lately. He was used to sharing himself with others, but he hadn’t fully adjusted to having to share someone else he adored this much. Asmo couldn’t monopolize your time and a few too many lunches with Beelzebub, one too many all-nighters gaming with Leviathan, an extra glass of Demonus after dinner in Lucifer’s study, Simeon keeping you out all day last week for who knows what – all of it – got to him. It had occurred to him that he shouldn’t have stolen your shirt and posted a picture with it, but he was just a demon who wanted to stake his claim on you when he felt like you were slipping through his hands. Stupidly, he hadn’t weighed your potential annoyance against his need for you, and now that he was faced with the possibility of upsetting you, Asmo’s chest was tight – as if you were clutching his heart in your hands, threatening him in silence.

“I’m just glad you weren’t using it to touch yourself with,” you chuckled. What a relief. Your laugh and smile were all Asmo needed to relax again.

“Do I look like Leviathan or Mammon?” Asmo pulled back, feigning offense. The concern about whether he was speaking in hypotheticals or if those two had actually used your clothes for those purposes didn’t survive your attention span the second Asmo pushed you down on his bed. He kissed your lips softly and teased, “I’m still a good boy, don’t you think?”

“Stealing, posting pictures with my clothes in it and exposing our relationship, potentially invading my privacy, not asking for permission for any of it,” you listed off his crimes while he sat over you, hands on your stomach and playing with the hem of your shirt, “does that sound like a good boy to you?”

“Well, not when you put it that way. Want to punish me for it?” Asmo bit his lip as he leaned back down until he was inches away from your face. Those lovely amber eyes could petrify you if he wanted them to – if you let him. Even as you were stuck in his gaze, he waited sweetly and patiently for you to consider his offer – not budging an inch nearer to you.

Unfortunately, the genre of punishment that Asmo implied was unlikely to serve as a punishment. He was plenty kinky enough to enjoy a plethora of options available to you. Luckily, the offense wasn’t so bad as to earn a real punishment (like unfollowing him on Devilgram), so it was of little consequence if he enjoyed his discipline a bit.

An appropriate punishment came to you, and with it, a smirk appeared on your lips. Asmo’s hope turned into eager lust, “you have something in mind, you naughty thing?”

“You’re the naughty one here, Asmo.”

You pulled him closer and kissed him gently. Somehow it was enough to make Asmo moan – perhaps it was the buildup of anticipation, or perhaps he just wanted to put on a show for you. You turned, flipping Asmo in the process so that you were on top of him. He was so pretty underneath you. His silk robe had come undone so that his collar bones and part of his chest were exposed, begging to be touched and kissed. You ran a single finger down his neck, over both of his collarbones and down his chest until you hit his robe. He shivered under your touch.

“Is this your punishment?” he asked. His face held the faintest blush, but more importantly, his joy was plastered everywhere. Asmo couldn’t hide his smile – not on his lips. Not even his eyes, as clouded with lust as they were, could conceal his happiness at having all your attention.

“Not at all,” you sat up and got out of bed, immediately earning a pout and a whimper from Asmo. You took his hand, kissing it softly, before pulling him to a seated position. He watched you curiously as you walked over to his closet, looking for a dark violet box. You came back with a remote-controlled bullet vibrator and a small knit elastic strap. “That would hardly be fair.”

“Ooh, is that for you or me, darling?” Asmo smiled. A part of him was pleased that you knew where he kept things so well that you had no trouble finding what you were looking for.

“Well, you decided that it was okay to share something private about me with your audience without my permission. I think it’s only fair that some of your privacy is violated, too, don’t you think?” you asked, caressing Asmo’s cheek. He leaned into your touch despite his confusion.

“What do you mean, love?” Asmo turned his face so he could place a kiss on your palm.

“Hand me your phone, we’re going to live stream that pretty face of yours while I use this on you,” you held up the toy, activating it briefly in your hand to underscore your statement. Asmo’s eyes widened.

“We can’t! I’ll get in so much trouble if I stream something like that,” Asmo protested. Although, it wasn’t because he was completely opposed to the idea. It was a thrilling suggestion, but Asmo didn’t even want to imagine how angry Lucifer might be if he found out that he live streamed something like that. Sure, demons are accustomed to salacious, vulgar content, but Asmo’s position at RAD complicated the matter – especially on a site like Devilgram.

“Then don’t get caught. Just for 10 minutes, okay?”

Asmo gulped. His need to please you winning out, he agreed. You grabbed his tripod and set up his phone so that his rear-facing camera wouldn’t capture anything below his chest. Asmo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, especially when you sunk you to your knees in front of him and placed one hand over his knees, slipping your middle finger between them.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, “so watch me closely, okay? I want you to fall in love with me even more.”

You parted his legs gently, running your hands under his robe and pulling it up his soft thighs. Asmo made your job easier by neglecting to wear underwear that night – but that was typical for him. You kissed up his leg, stopping to suck on his inner thigh while you lightly dragged your nails down the side of his thighs. He tilted his head back and let out a moan. His hands gripped the bedding as he leaned back, forming a lovely arch in his torso. Every line of his silhouette was gorgeous – from the extension of his neck down to the arch of his feet as he lifted his heels off the ground. You continued to kiss his thighs until he was semi-erect, his dick beginning to brush against your cheek.

“Okay, you should be ready,” you told him as you pulled back. Asmo looked down, watching you hold the vibrator to the underside of his dick and carefully place the soft knit elastic band over it to secure it in place. The fabric and the vibrator were cool against his skin, but the close proximity of your face had your hot breath grazing him with every exhale. You ran two fingers along the underside of his shaft to ensure the vibrator would stay in place. Taking the opportunity to tease him once more before you deprived him of your touch, you kissed his tip before standing up. The way Asmo stared up at you – so tender and trusting and excessively sweet – made you reconsider: perhaps his eyes were less of a petrifying amber and more of a sticky honey. His robe was disheveled, so you fixed it for him, remarking, “beautiful.”

You took your position at the tripod and hit the record button.

“Hel-lo,” Asmo inhaled the second syllable as you turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. The initial shock of the sensation was no match for his charismatic professionalism – or rather his commitment to appear beautiful and inconspicuous about his actions. He continued without skipping a beat, “my lovely fans. I just wanted to do a short 10-minute stream to show you just how beautiful my skin looks today. I have a lovely assistant behind the camera with me today.”

You let Asmo go on about the face mask he was wearing earlier while you slowly turned up the speed. He maintained that adorable smile as he spoke about the new product line from some company that you might have cared about if you weren’t so focused on how hard Asmo had gotten. One of Asmo’s hands clenched his thigh. His composure was excellent, and you decided it was safe to play with him a bit more. You upped the speed twice and switched the vibration pattern.

“Ah!” Asmo gasped, his mouth parting briefly in ecstasy before he scrambled to cover his noise. You noticed a blush start to appear on Asmo’s cheeks as he panicked. “I-I- I almost forgot to mention. I also used their magic bath salts from the same line. My whole body has that sweet cherry scent, and my skin is so soft and smooth. Would you like to confirm this with the viewers, my adorable assistant?”

Asmo’s eyes glanced from the camera lens to you, begging you to touch him for everyone else to see. The camera didn’t seem to pick up on his desperation, but you could see it.

“Fine, but I’m going to keep my face out of the shot.”

You obliged his need, getting just close enough to caress his cheek. Your hand wandered down his neck, grazing his chest and causing Asmo to tremble. He called you “handsy” with a flustered smile, but you didn’t mind as you continued to run your hand across his shoulder and down his arm until you were holding his hand. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, massaging tender circles into each of his soft fingers. Asmo sat there, patiently waiting for your inspection results. He bit his lip, and his breath was becoming shallow. You grabbed his wrist firmly; his pulse was racing under your fingertips, and it continued to race when you placed a kiss on his hand. The bed creaked slightly under Asmo’s squirming.

“Well?” he asked, “did you enjoy touching me?”

“Of course. I could hardly keep my hands off you.”

From this distance, it was easier to see the precum leaking from Asmo and the trembling of his legs. He was getting closer, and you pushed him even farther when you increased the speed again and changed to an intense vibration pattern once you were back behind the tripod – eyes locked on Asmo.

“Mmh!” Asmo moaned behind a bitten lip, his brows knit together. His face flushed pink with panic. “S-sorry about that everyone, I – ah – seem to be getting a cramp in my leg.”

It was impressive how quick he was on his feet, even considering how many years of practice Asmo had in the limelight. He had just over two minutes left, the adorable look of panic in Asmo’s eyes convinced you not to let him off easy. You chimed in, “oh, there are a lot of comments about how sexy you are, Asmo. @asmos-number69fan says ‘you sound extra erotic today. Lust king.’”

“Hehe, I’m always sexy,” Asmo took a few shallow breaths and added, “but maybe my adorable assistant being here tonight is the reason why I have extra sex appeal?”

He still had the energy to be cheeky, and with one minute left, you turned the vibrator to maximum intensity. Asmo squirmed and his hand shot up over his mouth. You walked over to him, disregarding your previous condition of staying out of the frame to whisper into his ear, “try to keep your composure. Think of your reputation.”

“What do you –” he started, but you cut him off by turning his head towards you and kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

When you pulled back, Asmo’s soft honey eyes were glazed over. His pink cheeks and parted lips painted a seductive image. Cum coated his stomach, and the realization hit so rough that his afterglow was ruined. His wide eyes signaled for you to stop recording.

“Oh my gosh, Lucifer is going to kill me, MC! Was it obvious? Am I going to get banned? How many people saw that?”

“It’s okay, Asmo,” you rushed back to him and started caressing his face.

“I didn’t want to cum, but your lips felt so good,” his eyes began to water, “I couldn’t stop. You make me so excited. But now – who knows what kind of trouble I’m in.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. “Listen. I was only recording you. We weren’t streaming at all. I lied about the comments. I was the only one watching you.”

The tears didn’t stop immediately, but Asmo was visibly flustered – shock and relief in his dewy eyes. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Although he made no attempt to remove our hands from his face, he shut his eyes and yelled, “you meanie!”

“I’m sorry I tricked you, but your reactions were so adorable that I couldn’t resist. You were such a good boy, and I relished it. I wouldn’t let anyone else see you come undone like that. Will you forgive me?” You ran your thumb across his cheek again.

“Of course, I forgive you. But since I was such a good boy, you have to make it up to me.”

“How so?”

Asmo removed your hands from his cheeks and wrapped his arms around your waist. He nuzzled against your body and whispered, “call me a good boy and make me cum again. Please?”

~

Punishment (others)

Belphegor | Barbatos | Lucifer

[sanaserena]

Aokiji was sitting on that uncomfortable wooden couch against the wall and opposite the reception desk.  His arms were outstretched along the back on either side of him.  With his shades on though, it was hard to tell if he was awake.  But his head was tilted back, and if you weren’t wrong, there was drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

“He was awake about three minutes ago,” sighed Sen.  The girl had her head propped on a hand and was leaning dreamily on an elbow on the reception counter.

“Was he?”

“Yep.”

“Get me a glass of wine, please Sen.”

The girl jerked upright at the sudden request.  “Of course.”  She dashed off without a why, a glimmer of that old Sen you were more familiar with showing through.

She returned moments later with a decently filled glass of wine.  The garnet liquid sloshed against the bowl of the cup.  You received the glass and steadied the tempest inside it.  Taking a long gulp, you hoped to flush away the leftover feeling of being short of air.

Standing over him, you considered the large vice admiral.  Like Doffy, Aokiji’s limbs were everywhere.  The wooden settee was too cramped for men like them.  Doffy would dominate the seat.  Aokiji though, didn’t seem to care.  Just like the last time you had left him waiting for you on this seat.

“Are you going to wake him?”  said Sen, sipping her own wine.

“I don’t know,” you told Sen. 

“You don’t like him.”  You flinched at the plain observation.  Perhaps you should be more circumspect about it. 

Smothering a grimace, you said, “He’s not that bad.”

“He’s really adorable.”  Sen was flushed.  You sighed. 

Strange tastes in men.  Aokiji might be…attractive in his own way, but how was this man so indolent? How can he be so easily and carefreely in the lobby of a brothel that belonged to a pirate.  Did he have no sense of danger?

“He’s ten times your age,” you said.

“Happiness knows no boundaries.”  The girl beamed. You might disagree with her, but this glow of dreaminess was still more than you had seen from her since.

You were about to reply that there were boundaries for happiness.  Happiness could be lost in an instant, that death was unkind, and that the price of happiness was costly, just like everything else.

But you were interrupted.  “Back to the reception, Sen,” said Castelle curtly, in business mode, entering from the right.

Sen snapped to attention, the daydream for a man like Aokiji zapped from her face, bringing back the more subdued girl you had encountered yesterday. 

“Yes, madam.”  And she was once again, rounding the desk and taking a seat.

To you, Castelle sighed, “Do you want to change?”

“No need,” a deep voice answered for you. 

You blinked in surprise wondering if you had swallowed a frog and hadn’t realised. The words weren’t quite right either, however, as you had indeed planned to wear something else if and when Aokiji re-appeared.

Instead, he’d answered for you. 

Behind his shades, Aokiji was blinking himself awake.  Like clockwork, his limbs flexed and stretched, rolling his body upright.  His gaze flicked over you.

“I like it,” he said.

You considered Aokiji for a long second, then handed Castelle your glass of wine.  “I’m going to change.” 

If he liked it, then you were definitely going to change.  Nice things were for people who didn’t arrest you and who hadn’t witnessed you bathing in the middle of the ocean; who weren't marines like Aokiji.  Though, you wondered, if it were a marine like Cora, would you think otherwise?  But that was a thought you squashed in favour of the former point: nice things were for people who didn’t arrest you and who hadn’t witnessed you bathing in the middle of the ocean.

It was petty, you knew it was. 

But you didn’t care.

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‘Aokiji is waiting for reader at a brothel’ scene of my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy’s Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes, mind the warnings.)

[stevie-petey]

could we get a blurb of one day steve went and visited her at work, just some goood friendly and fun banter and friendship and maybe accidental flirting while he helps her out and hangs around? 🫶

hi anon that i have zero clue who u are you !! and yes, i CAN give u a cute lil happy blurb

enjoy <3

“lets play two truths and one lie.”

you roll your eyes at steve. “didnt i tell you to quietly stack some books while i arrange the shelves?”

“but im bored,” he groans, following you as you straighten some books and start setting up a new display area.

“youre the one who insists on coming here every day. it’s summer now. go get some sun.”

steve blinks. “but youre in here.”

“and?”

“itd be boring without you, too.” he says, his face open and sweet as always. his candor is still something you arent used to. theres never anything hidden within his words.

you poke steves chest. “you need to figure out what you want, buddy.”

he grabs the hand thats poked him and tugs you close. “i wanna play two truths and one lie.”

he bats his eyes at you and your stomach flutters. youre insanely close to him now, hes still holding your hand, and he now rests his other hand on the small of your back in a way that makes you shiver in the june humidity. this close, you can see all the freckles that dot across his pretty face.

“i…” your words catch in your throat, which steve smirks at. sometimes you think he does these things purposefully, that he likes seeing you blush.

you pull away, not wanting to think too deeply into things. “fine. you go first, though.”

“yes!” steve does a happy dance, fist bumps the air, and then seems to remember that youre still there. he regains his composure and clears his throat. “okay. my first kiss was interrupted by her dad walking in and seeing us, im scared of the dark, and i was obsessed with frogs when i was younger.”

youre surprised by steves choices. theyre all so wildly random and bizarre. you think for a moment, stumped. he definitely seems like the type to be caught by a father, and what little kid doesnt love frogs?

“you’re not scared of the dark?” you finally guess.

steve cheers. “no! i win! im totally afraid of the dark, im human.”

“okay, so…” you nudge him. “what was the lie?”

“oh yeah. i was actually obsessed with toads, not frogs.”

you hit his chest. “thats cheating!”

“nuh uh. theyre different species. i won, just admit it, y/n. im like, totally better then you.”

“fine, wanna play it that way?” an evil grin spreads across your face. “my turn. ive never been kissed, my dream boyfriend is spider-man, and i have a cat named mews.”

steve answers immediately, confident in his answer. “easy. you dont have a cat named mews.”

“nope!” you go back to arranging a display, secretly elated you won. you turn back to steve and wink. “my dream boyfriend is peter parker.”

“but theyre the same person—hold on,” steve seems to realize something. “does that mean no ones ever kissed you?”

“never.” you turn now and notice that your friend is seemingly frozen in place, still processing the information youve just told him. he seems genuinely surprised.

steve is speechless. “but… i just thought—you know… youre just so you and—”

“and whats that supposed to mean?” you make a face.

“nothing bad, obviously! i just mean. well, c’mon. you gotta know what i mean—” steve is stumbling over his words with a panicked look on his face and you feel bad. you know what he meant, but you like watching him squirm.

you start to laugh. “relax, steve. im just messing with you.”

though in a way, it does kind of hurt. no ones ever shown an interest in you, but at least steve seems surprised by it. if the king of hearts was surprised by your pathetic love life, then maybe there was hope for you yet.

he exhales and rests a hand over his chest. “fuck, you gotta stop doing that.”

you smile but dont say anything else. the display still needs to be set, so you let the conversation die down and focus on it once more. youre not necessarily insecure about not having a first kiss or even a boyfriend, but it’s not your favorite topic, either.

then, after a few minutes of silence, just as you think steve has moved on, he of course has to speak.

“what if i kissed my fingers and then pressed them against your mouth—”

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“shut up and stack some books.”

“yes ma’am.”

[cherikdogfood]

For @desdemona2902 : Erik is getting drinks for them and some random asks Charles "are you working?" This happened irl. it was very funny but I don't think Erik would be amused.

Thank you for the lovely prompt! I hope you like it!

Notes: NSFW at the end.

Are You Working?

"I'll get us more drinks," Erik said telepathically, knowing that speaking out loud would be useless in the rowdy environment.

"Okay, don't keep me waiting for too long," Charles giggled, already slightly tipsy.

Erik sighed fondly and stood up, making his way through the crowd. It was a typical Friday night, the bar filled with customers, both human and mutant alike, mingling and chatting and drinking.

Erik asked the bartender for his drinks, the usual, and tapped his finger impatiently as he waited.

He wondered what Charles was doing right now. Probably thinking about his students, or the countless papers he had to grade, or about Raven and Hank's upcoming wedding.

God, speaking about the wedding, Erik was dizzy with all the things they had to choose -- the color scheme, the flowers, the vases, the cakes, the food, the chairs, god, even the napkins! He couldn't help thinking about him and Charles...

When it's their turn to get married (and it's a question of when, because they have talked about getting married and they just need to set a date), Erik knows he'll have to go through the entire process just like Raven and Hank -- picking the venue, the clothes, the chairs (he wants the chairs to be metal), the jewelry (he'll be hand-carving the ring for Charles, of course), and even the guest list (Erik wants to ban Azazel from coming since the last time Azazel got drunk during a wedding party, he teleported everywhere and smeared cake all over the place).

When the drinks finally arrived, Erik was listing the people he would be okay with as the minister of his and Charles' wedding. Number one, first and foremost, was Emma Frost. Partly because she was indeed an ordained minister (fancy that, Erik was sure she had mind-whammied someone into ordaining her) and partly because she was his best friend.

The fact that she was an ice-cold telepath who had asked (read: demanded) to be the minister for their wedding definitely did not play a part. And Erik was definitely not afraid of her, even after that incident when she used her telepathy to make him think he was a frog and shamelessly asked Charles for a kiss to turn him into a human.

(Charles thought it was funny and sweet, Raven had gagged, Hank had been embarrassed, and Emma had found the entire situation hilarious. She had also taken a video of the entire incident and threatened to show it to Azazel, who would no doubt laugh his tail off if he knew).

Even so, he loved Emma and Azazel and would not trade them for all the metal in the world. Maybe.

It was at this point that Erik knew he was much drunker than he thought he was, because the only times he would admit that he loved his friends was when he was really drunk, or when he was with Charles, because Charles was a telepath and his future husband and he couldn't hide anything from him.

Erik held the drinks in one hand and spotted Charles, smiling before he heard the most outrageous sentence that made his blood boil.

"Hey, are you here working?" A man asks, looming over Charles' small figure.

"Huh?" Charles looks dazedly at the man.

"I said, are you working? If you are, how much for a blowjob?" The man asks again.

Charles blinks owlishly and the man runs a hand through his hair.

"Or can I just fuck you? I've seen that ass of yours, I really want to squeeze it," the man chuckles lewdly.

Erik is thrumming with fury and all the metal in the room is vibrating subtly, and he should move, he should reach out to Charles and take him away from that bastard, but for some reason he can't move, he's rooted to the spot and there's nothing he can do but watch.

"You can't," Charles slurs, "I belong to someone already..."

"You're booked for the night?" The man asks, impatient. "Don't worry, whatever that guy offered you, I can pay double. Just name the price.

"I'm not booked for the night," Charles says.

Erik feels his heart drop and quickly reminds himself that Charles is drunk. Charles has no idea what he's saying. He shouldn't be upset. He should move, damn it, do something--!

"M'sorry," Charles says, smiling apologetically, "I'm booked for life."

The man is puzzled, and Erik feels himself soar into the skies.

"I said, m'booked for life. I'm Erik's," Charles says, speaking as if it's a matter of fact (and it is).

Suddenly Erik feels his limbs and shifts. He can move -- he wastes no time to walk (more like stomp angrily) to the man and glares at him. (It's at moments like these when Erik wishes he had Scott's powers instead, so he could blast this bastard away just by glaring).

"Charles," he says, putting down the drinks and snaking his arms around Charles' waist.

It's not enough, he thinks, so he gently cups Charles' face in one hand and plants his lips over Charles'.

He wanted to kiss Charles gently, but feeling the soft and pliant lips part obediently for him made him growl in satisfaction, turning the kiss into a heated one. Tongues and teeth clashed, Erik seeming as if he wanted to meld Charles into his own flesh and devour him.

Mine, he thinks, hot and possessive.

Yours, Charles replies, whimpering underneath him.

The sound is enough to make Erik's blood boil, this time out of lust. His drinks (and the man) are forgotten as he hoists Charles to his feet.

"Let's go," he whispers, dragging Charles out of the bar and hailing a cab. The ride back home is torturously slow, Erik trying not to just fuck Charles right then and there. It's a losing battle, really, because Erik's pants are already too tight and seeing Charles flushed and panting is enough to make him cum. To make matters worse, a drunk Charles means a horny Charles, and Charles wants more than just kisses on the mouth.

"Do you know what the man was thinking, Erik?" He asks, biting his lip and making Erik's dick twitch. Gott, that mouth, imagining it wrapped around his dick, sucking him off, the sounds Charles would make, tears spilling out of his cerulean eyes as he could do nothing but take it --

"Yes, oh yes," Charles moans, "That's exactly what he was thinking."

And Charles, the slut that he is, sends him image after image, Charles pressed to the bed, ass up in the air as Erik pounds into him, Charles lying flat on the bed, moaning and whimpering as Erik fingers him, Charles riding him until his legs are sore, bouncing on Erik's cock, Erik fucking Charles until he can't speak or think, forgetting everything except Erik's name.

When they arrive at their house, Erik thanks the driver, giving him a generous tip, and pulls Charles inside.

They don't make it to the bed before Erik fucks him, claiming him against the wall, because Charles is his.

Mine, mine, mine, Erik's mind sings as he thrusts into Charles' tight hole.

Yours, ah-- yours, Erik, please--! Charles pleads.

Erik grins. It's going to be a long, long, night.

[made by cherikdogfood]

[skele-bunny]

I don't mind not being on anon :) can you tell me more about Calida, specifically while Dew is still carrying? How did the pack at the time handle that? Could we also get Ifrit reacting to Dew telling him he's expecting? Thank you!

Thank you! For sure I can give you that :D

(CW - Lightly implied abuse and pregnancy from sa, but this is a fluff post!) Aether/Dew/Mountain ftw

Super long post!

Oh boy, oh boy... When Dewdrop found out a few weeks before the start of tour let alone just how far along he was? A fucking MESS!!! He had been nesting so much lately, more emotional and hungry, cramping n puking all the time, and just so damn tired when he finally caved in to go see Phil. Dew has always been tiny, neglecting his health and never eating. Honestly, when he started gaining weight, he thought it was because of Mountain's cooking! He doesn't show whatsoever besides a singular bump that makes him look bloated constantly. He's just rubbing over his bump with nothing but fear. How is he going to tell Papa? The pack? Ifrit?

It's so unusual for Dew to go into Ifrit's room on his own accord, gently knocking and looking at his packmate so nervously. Sitting down next to him and just unsure what to say, before just out right-

"I'm pregnant."

Which is instantly met back, "How do you know it's mine?"

"You're the only one that's touched me in the past six months..."

Ifrit just shrugs. "So what are we gonna do about it?"

And it's right there that something inside Dew just snaps into place. He's thanking his unholiness it's just one and not an entire clutch that many water ghouls get, just nodding and whispering. "I'll handle it." And that's good enough for Ifrit. So Dew excuses himself, and goes to Aether who's of course with Mountain and Zephyr. "I'm pregnant, I'm not changing my mind, and you're all dealing with it."

They just frog blink before Zephyr is the first one to start clapping, squealing. "Yes! I knew it! I told you he smelled different!"

Dew didn't even realize his hands were clenched, but seeing their happy faces and even Mountain coming over to butt horns made him release, exhaling and completely taken off guard by it. He just starts bawling and now they're concerned, bringing him in and cuddling close, shaking his head and just clinging to the nearest one.

They honestly take it really, really well... Dotting over him, cranking their instincts up and starting to get things ready, even scrolling through websites for a baby registry; things they need and what Dew wants. Papa finds out next day, and he's the exact same, just jumping up and down at the fact his ghoul is going to be expecting. Papa Terzo sets things moving since he's already so far along, they gotta rush and-

....Oh fuck. Tour.

Now they're stressing out, and of course Ifrit is no help (unless Papa is around.) That man is pissed off when Terzo tells him he'll be in charge of the majority of Dew's equipment with Mountain. Being on the bus is even worse, but they're positive they'll be back before the baby pops! Settling him up nice and comfy in his bunk, even Zephyr giving Dew his duvet since he'll definitely need it more. He's not moving so much on stage, his Bass rested so comfortably to protect his bump.

It's after a show where they're all high fiving when Dew just gasps, a sudden stream going down his legs and he's just in full panic mode. "My water broke."

Mountain has never moved so fast before, scooping Dew up and running back to the bus - Terzo telling at the stage hands to get everything while they run off. Ifrit stays behind. Lucifer must've felt pity as thank FUCK it was the last show before a three day break as they traveled across the states. But now Dew is in his instincts, none of these ghouls or Papa know what the fuck they're doing, and now he's scared as much as them. He's placed in a nest in the back of the bus and he's just screaming at them to get out, even throwing his shoe at Papa while he tries closing the door.

He's on his own at this part. Naked waist down, nails digging into the leather couch, huffing and trying to soothe himself. There's no urge to push yet, so he's trying to calm down. Dew rubbing his much larger bump, purring and singing at the same time. Even after they're finished packing up, Dew hasn't gone in just yet, and refusing for anyone to come into the lounge besides Zephyr quickly rolling back a bottle of water. Papa hasn't let the bus move an INCH.

It's around 2 in the morning when they wake up to Dew's screaming, now wide awake and grimacing as it sounds like nothing but agony and they can't... Do anything. They hear sobbing, curses in Ghoulish, and a particular rattling scream that's meant for luring prey into the depths that Aether ends up hitting his head on his bunk trying to follow it before sense is literally knocked in... Then quiet besides the high little cries of a kit.

Dew hasn't stopped crying, but reaching down to and holding this bloody little girl that's still attached to him, snuggling against her cheek and starting to groom. He's an absolute mess both mentally and physically, not giving a shit as he's covered in blood and his own mess.

It's later in the afternoon when they can hear little chirps. Specifically calling for them. Mountain peeks in first and Dew is just sitting up, skin-to-skin with this little blob of black. He holds a finger to his lips and ushers them close, and that blob of black quickly becomes a little girl with black hair, identical to Dew's. Zephyr starts bawling like a baby, Aether and Mountain in absolutely shock, Terzo rambling as quietly as possible about how "he can't believe this! A baby kit! I've never seen one before besides pictures Sister had!"

He opens his arms a bit more to show her off, his smile never leaving. "This is Calida..."

Aether tries leaning closer and that's when Dew hisses, bringing her back. He shows his palms and is apologizing, going down to his knees with the others at a comfortable distance. Then, he's back to showing her.

"She's so small..." Zephyr is just trying to wipe their eyes.

"I was only 8 months..."

They're just looking in awe at this tiny being that gets latched to Dew's chest, holding back their purrs as they can see her little tail just curled around Dew's finger.

"She's a fire ghoul!" Aether chirps and it clicks. "Let me get Ifrit-"

"No!!" And they stop, even Terzo goes still. "No, I don't want him back here, don't you dare let him back here."

While their elements are different and one even a human, they know better than to go against a newly parents wishes. Once again, instincts to the max. Ifrit glanced back when the bus started moving and Mountain has never growled so hard since being topside, snapping his jaw and looming up. Ifrit got the hint. Dew quietly asks Mountain to help him get dressed, and is the one to carry Dew in the hotel when they got to their destination, little Calida hidden away and tucked into Dew's jacket. Mountain is just holding them so securely, and in return is given the ability to scent on Calida, his eyes dilated and his tail hidden in his pants can't stop wagging.

Dew feels comfortable enough to be bunked with the earth ghoul, Aether peeking in a while later to drop off food and GOD BELOW... Dew is tearing it up, licking his fingers and moaning as somehow this cheap fast food now tastes like a 5 star Michelin meal. Even Mountain loses his burger with no complaints. After some more heavy nesting and Mountain helping him shower while Terzo watches Calida, he's snuggled in the nest and feels safe enough to sleep with the promise Mountain won't.

In the other room, Aether is just projecting himself in Dew's room to look at both of them, just purring up a storm. Even in the plane, he sends gentle soothing magick into both of them, easing pain from Dew and letting Calida sleep longer so he can, too.

They only get two hours in before Calida wakes up, Dew responding by sitting up to feed her. Dew and Mountain just start talking back and forth and then;

"Do you want to hold her?"

The earth ghoul is just in silence before nodding, letting Dew finish before he carefully is handed Calida. He can tell Dew is nervous by his shaking and smell of distress, so he keeps Calida right in his eye sight, gently poking his nose at her chest and shoulder, licking her cheek. She lets out the smallest coo and wriggles in his hands. She's so, so, so small. Mountain eyes her with nothing but love, whispering about how she's so lucky to have the greatest parent in the world.

"I don't mind mother, really..."

Greatest mother in the world.*

Dew ends up taking her back after a few more minutes, asking for Aether and Mountain is so reluctant but goes without fighting it. They swap places, but Dew is still nervous. Doesn't want Aether anywhere near her, but he trusts him so, so, so much.

"It's nothing against you, I promise, I just-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's your kit and your decisions."

Dew let's Aether cuddle him on the side, and slowly Dew just falls asleep, Calida still against his chest and not moving in her own sleep. Aether just moved his hand to hover out just in case Calida wiggles, Dew's head on his shoulder so he's absolutely still. His smile is so wide as he admires another thing about Dew he's so in love with.

[chronically-ghosted]

delicious

rating: T (for cursing and drug use)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 2160

summary: in order to make a fundraising event bearable, you and Dieter take edibles. When the event runs long, your only chance to make it out alive is to find something to eat. 

warnings: drug use (it’s just edibles c’mon you narc), eating, the munchies, messy kissing, dieter bravo being a giant goofball and i hate him, this fic is so self-indulgent i'm embarrassed FOR you, FLUFF

a/n: this one kicked my butt, idk why. But @ravensmadreads says its good so here you go. For my 100 followers event (this is the last one! wow!): @sp00kymulderr asked: Taylor!! Congrats on 100, you’re my favourite blog honestly I check your posts every day just to read your tags lmao. For the celebration can I request some of our sweet boy Dieter with the prompt “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” it’s absolutely perfect

🤍Masterlist

After thirty minutes, your eyes are starting to cross. Your high-ribbed dress pinches the soft skin under your tits and the boob tape is starting to chafe your nipples. The ruby red heels have officially given you blisters but the worst – the absolute worst of it – you’re fucking starving.

And the Layaway Barbie at the podium marches on, her big eyes wet and her mouth begging, as she proves to a roomful of donors why they should spend another million in . . . tree-frog rehabilitation. Dieter had been drawn to the little green guys with red eyes on the front of the invitation and as the guest of honor for his “philanthropic” work when he was “dating” a Doctor Without (personal) Borders six years ago, how could he not go?

Let’s take an edible before we go, he said. 

Whatever the vibe, it’ll be better if we’re on edibles, honey. 

That is the last time you let him convince you of anything while he’s not wearing pants and his hand is down yours. 

Your stomach grumbles and you fight back a whine. You make a noise like that and someone will definitely know you’re on drugs. The portly man next you has been staring at you with poorly hidden disgust all night as it is. But for now, his eyes focus in on Layaway Barbie, his loose jowls around his permanently down-turned mouth reminding you of a cartoon character. But which one?

Your eyes narrow at him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and it comes to you.

“Droopy!” you yelp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. Your table mates eye you as if you are some society dredge they did not wish to involve themselves with. 

You turn as best you can in your seat, ready to either be scolded by Dieter or have him laugh with you, but he does neither.

In fact, cross-armed, low in his seat, he lets out a low snore. 

It’ll be fun, he said. 

“Dieter!” You hiss. Nothing. His face is relaxed, lips parting as he falls deeper asleep. Irate you didn’t think of it first, you smack him across the knee. “Dieter!”

He jerks, eyelids cracking open briefly, and suddenly he drops his chin again.

“Thank you for your blessing and influence, oh Lord. Am— oh, hey, baby, what’s up?” 

“Don’t ‘hey, baby, what’s up’ me. You were asleep and you just faked praying.” 

“Better than faking other things,” he yawns loudly, blinks a bit, and realizes the “inspiring” speech (and presentation) is still going on. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna die here.” 

“Can you please keep it down?” The woman to Dieter’s right snaps. “You are making a mockery of a serious and pressing issue facing our society.”

Dieter blinks at her, his arms still across his chest. You can hear the bitch climb up his throat before he even opens his mouth.

“Well, you’re making a mockery of that dress and you don’t see me complaining–,”

You snag him by the hand and pull him away from the table before the woman has the good sense to throw her drink into his face. 

He stumbles behind you as you push on the metal bar, the latch clicking, and you both tumble out into the empty hotel hallway. When the event started, everyone had been herded in from the other doors, where the lobby was. This looks like the kind of hallway drunk co-eds wander down while trying to find the bathroom after prom. 

Which – ironically –

His big paw clutches your waist as he falls, or rather, stumbles into a tacky maroon and gold wall. In the fumbling under his legs as they overtake you, and keeping the rim of your heels from biting into your already puckered flesh, he manages to pin you beneath him. The instant the smell of his cologne washes over you, the instinct to claw his stupid eyes out evaporates. You sigh, both of his hands cupping your neck. 

“Mhmm, there she is,” he murmurs, sing-song, kissing your nose. “Little hellcat turns baby kitten when she gets what she needs.” 

“You are the biggest idiot I know,” you purr into his ear as his hands slide through the layers of your skirt to your ass. 

“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” The cry you let out when he pinches your ass cheek beneath your dress is all the answer he needs. 

Hands full of your thighs, he rubs you up the wall but there’s too many layers, too much gossamer to get him where you need him. His breath comes in short pants as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder, your clavicle, your cheek. 

There it comes again. Hunger. Driven on by –

You bite him.

“Ow!” 

He pulls back and your mouth drops open in horror – you didn’t mean to bite him that hard and –

Your stomach lets out the most petulant growl. 

Hand on his neck like it’s bleeding, Dieter follows your gaze to your stomach as if it had called his name.

And then you both break out into side-splitting laughter. 

He eases you down, giggling, his nose pressed to your temple. Were you at home, the sex would have probably continued, but the atmosphere would be different – playful, teasing – he once did a Kermit the Frog impression while balls-deep inside of you and you laughed so hard you instantly came all over him. 

“Baby,” he sighs through his teeth and kisses your hairline. “I know. I’m so fucking hungry.” He snaps his teeth by your ear and you push him back by his chest. Two goddam years of dating this moron and he still makes you blush like you’re fifteen and necking with a band geek. 

His fingers wrap around your wrist to hold your hand above his heart, kissing your knuckles. He sucks your thumb once before you yelp, and he pushes your fist into his hair as you try to squirm away. He smirks into your neck.

“Dieter!”

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re the one who suggested we take edibles before coming to this thing.” 

“Mhmm, let’s go home and do more drugs.”

“But you owe me dinner. Five Guys?”

“Baby, I have to eat something first to have enough stamina for that.”

“Oh my god, you –,”

He bites you on your earlobe again, grinning as he comes behind you to nudge you down the hall. “I know what you meant. I’m down for burgers, but I want, like, five.”

“Me too. Carry me? My feet hurt.”

“Of course, mah kwehn,” he nods as he scoops you up across his broad shoulders, momentarily taking on the affectation of Jon Snow and his loyalty to the dragon queen. 

You’re working to kick your heels off as he marches the two of you down the hallway and you’ve nearly gotten your second heel off (the first in your lap) when he suddenly stops. 

“Oi, Thomas, we’re not at the train station yet,” you grumble as you reach for your heel, awkwardly tucked under you and his arm. “Keep it going. Choo choo, you know?” 

He still isn’t moving. You frown up at him, another transportation joke at the ready, but his wide-eyed stare gives you pause. 

“What are you looking at?” You turn in his arms, hunger now officially twisting your stomach painfully. “Why’d you–,”

Your mouth falls open. 

Beyond two double doors at the end of the hall sits a silver cart, loaded with tiny chocolate desserts. 

You swallow the spit flooding your mouth. This time, his stomach grumbles as if to add to the argument. 

“Dieter, put me down.” He all but drops you. 

“Dieter, we can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“We shouldn’t.” 

“Why?”

“You’re only saying that because we’re both high as fuck right now and I’d eat bathroom soap if I could.” 

That seems to rattle him out of his starvation-induced stupor. He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Please, when have I ever not eaten something I wasn’t supposed to?” 

You blink up at him, now several inches shorter without your heels. “What? None of that made sense.” 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for it.” 

He strides past a very wide hallway branching back towards the lobby of the hotel, no doubt where several waiters intended to roll dessert out to the waiting reception. They’d be back at any second, but either due to being higher than a kite, his own innate lack of shame, or a combination of the two, Dieter is across the hallway in seconds and he snatches up two of the little chocolate spheres and shoves them both into his mouth at the same time.

“Holy shit, they’re cream puffs.” 

Your hunger nearly doubles you over. “C-cream puffs? Those are m-my–,”

“Your favorite. I know. Mhmm, fucking get over here.”

Trembling from a lack of food and nerves, you slink over to him, hand out-stretched. He’s already had four more by this point and he’s stacking more onto a single plate as your fingers squish around one right in front of you. You pinch and the gooey white cream eases out the side. You whimper. 

Dieter pauses, the tips of his fingers stained with dark chocolate and a dollop of cream on his cheek. 

“That’s the sound you make when I eat you out.” 

Rather than answer your boyfriend, you pop the cream puff into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as the pastry melts on your tongue.

“Oh fuuuck.” 

Dieter watches with growing concern as you scarf down pastry after pastry. “Okay, now I’m a little offended you’re so turned on by this.” 

“Shut up, and let me eat.” 

In minutes, the silver cart is empty. Chocolate smeared across a dozen haphazardly-arranged plates, dots of cream littering the spaces between plates and on the edge of the cart, it looks like a fucking war zone of confectionery. 

You find yourself breathing heavy, your face and arms covered in the guts of those poor, poor baked goods. Dieter isn’t faring much better, his jacket stained and beard sticky. Your hunger is sated, for now, but you think of burgers and fries and a vanilla milkshake and immediately turn to Dieter, who stares back at you with wide eyes.

“I want six burgers–,”

“We should probably leave before we start a scandal–,”

You stare at each other, soldiers shell-shocked, rehabilitated werewolves in horror of their bloodshed. Bloodlust.

The second you get home you’re gonna give him the kind of blow job that stops his heart.

Half-way laughing, half-way crying, you take him by the collar, further smearing chocolate over the starched white linen and his neck, and kiss him soundly on his conspicuous mouth. He giggles through the kiss and cups your cheeks, his massive hands sticky and warm. 

“We should go . . .” he murmurs again before pressing his lips to you again. Cream puffs or no, it all tastes better when you lick it off the corner of his mouth. 

“We’re gonna have to walk past the lobby,” you bemoan into his patchy beard. Dieter smirks and without warning, squeezes your right tit, leaving a very clear chocolatey handprint on your dress. 

“Dieter!”

“C’mon, baby, I wanna devour you. And I want all of them to know it.”

That was the thing about Dieter Bravo, he never did anything small. He never allowed you to feel small. He was obsessive about taking pictures of you, posting them everywhere, never ashamed of you and desperate to have the world see you the way he did. 

Like you were delicious. 

“I’ll buy you six burgers if you let us walk out like this.”

“Deal.” 

Grinning like only a man with nothing to hide can, he takes you by the hand and leads you back towards the very fancy dinner you’ve both no doubt been kicked out of. 

Something rises up in you the longer you stare at his broad back. 

“Dieter, wait.”

He pauses, turns, and crumbles slightly beneath the weight and intensity of your kiss.

“I love you,” you say before he can slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Dieter Bravo does nothing small, is nothing small. Except when it’s just you and him and the words you just uttered hang in the air between you. A small, hesitant smile expands across his lips, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but it warms him nonetheless.

“I love you too.” 

He kisses your nose and you sigh into him. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him. But then you might just eat him alive.

“Burgers, Dieter.”

“Right, right. How many do you think we can buy at one time?” 

You both ignore the paparazzi and their cameras as you walk hand in hand, your heels in your other hand, with Dieter out the front door and into the limo, arguing about which fast food joint would let you get at least twenty burgers. 

Nothing about Dieter Bravo is small. Especially his appetite. 

[z4ync]

Redacted head canons

Sweetheart

Most people think they drink and smoke, they don't

Speaking of that, they are the designated driver

Southern to the max man, accent, outfits, the whole 9 yards

Really good at knowing if someone is lying

The smartest in the pack.

Really loud, like megaphone for a voice

A really good baker

Was absolutely an army kid

Dispite father being in the army they have a good relationship with him

Milo

Can not understand a word that comes out of baabe's mouth

Hates kit-kats

No matter what, still the shortest

Watches the really old vampire and werewolf movies

Is loved by sweetheart's dad

Hates kids but kids love him

Listens to Melanie Martinez on fucking loop

Makes sweetheart and tank hang out

Tank/darlin

Hates loud noise

Can and will flirt with all the mates

Listens to arctic monkeys and nervana only

Watches barbie movies when they are alone

Has arachnophobia

Has one of the cleanest criminal record in the pack

Dated Asher and sweetheart at one point

Crys during sex

Sam

Listens to old country music

Freaks out with darlin crys

Convinced that lovely and freelancer are actually mass murderers because of one conversation he over herd

Will not make eye contact with people when they hit on him

Was that kid that wore shorts in -40° weather

Dislikes the idea of Christmas because of his upbringing

Angel

Cannot spell for shit

Frog blinks at Sam and david

Silent laugh. It scares david

Will sleep anywhere

Has the beast relationship with BOTH their parents out of the mates

Definitely the youngest or a twin of some sort

Crys over nothing

Has that stomach drop feeling 24/7

Ultimate crocheter and sower

David

Wants kids but doesn't want to admit it

Still has memorys of caelum

Momma's boy

Still has his childhood stuff animal

Secretly loves watching angel play animal crossing and Minecraft

Angel and him both run on animal crossing time

Has the immune system of a Greek god.

Baabe

Has a thick accent. It doesn't matter what kind it's just really thick

No doubt has a speech impediment

Angel and them we're best friends in like third grade

Hates bugs

Has a degree in marine biology

Asher

Actually really good at math (but only in Minecraft)

Has arachnophobia

Would film the fights tank got in

Had a crush on David for a few years

[djdangerlove]

Found this in the bottom of my drafts and thought why not...

Buck opens the passenger door and takes a moment to memorize the way amber rays of sunset fall across his best friend’s face, highlighting faint little marks and scars telling a story in smooth, tanned skin. Eddie is beautiful in the raw sense of the word, effortless on the surface and artfully sculpted by the world beneath.

Buck reaches out with slightly calloused fingers brushing against a stubbled jawline, thumb tracing the curve of a fever colored cheek. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You’re home,” Buck says with a gentle tap of his fingers. Eddie shivers into wakefulness, smearing drool down Buck’s open palm that he doesn’t retract fast enough. 

“I think,” the older man starts, but clears his throat when it comes out too close to a Kermit the Frog impersonation. “I think that doctor gave me a horse tranquilizer. I’m so tired.”

He blinks up at Buck, one eye a fraction of a second behind the other and makes no move to get out of the jeep so Buck reaches across his lap and unbuckles his seatbelt all while explaining with an amused chuckle, “They gave you a steroid shot and in case no one has ever told you before, you’re dramatic when you have a sinus infection.” 

More awake now, Eddie scowls at Buck while slowly sliding out of the car. “Yeah? Well, what’s your daily excuse then?” 

Buck shuts the door and falls into a snail’s pace shuffle towards the front porch of the house beside his best friend. “I guess you could say that a childhood with emotionally neglectful parents-“

“Cut it out,” the side of Eddie’s face struggles to choose between amusement or sympathy so it ripples adorably with both. “You’re not guilt tripping me into losing this…whatever this is.”

“I don’t have to,” Buck says, moving to unlock the door when they finally reach it. “You’re gonna fall asleep as soon as you lay down and probably forget this entire conversation.” 

“I’m not going to forget that I love a dramatic dork or that your parents are assholes who should have loved you better,” Eddie replies while dropping haphazardly onto the couch, coughing into the dead silence that suddenly fills the living room. 

Buck hovers between the back of the couch and the kitchen, unsure of what to say or how to say it so he drops the bag of supplies near Eddie’s hip and offers a quiet, “I’m going to go make some soup.”

“Buck-“

“You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who wanted me to buy four packs of throat lozenges,” Buck stops in the entry way of the kitchen to offer a reassuring grin at Eddie peeking up over the back of the couch, nervous, fever-bright eyes blinking back at him under rumpled hair across his forehead. “I think I remember how Pepa made her famous soup for Chris last time so just rest while I fix it for us, okay?” 

Eddie rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, but nods all the same. 

————

“I may have put too much cumin. No, I definitely did, but with the way your nose is stuffed up it shouldn’t make a difference in taste for you,” Buck winces at him from across the table. “Please just don’t tell Pepa I messed up her recipe.” 

Eddie tilts his head, ignoring the painful pressure in his face to enjoy the way Buck tenses worriedly. “I won’t if you delete that picture you took of me asleep in the car.” 

“Wha-“ Buck starts around a slurp of soup and hurries to catch it with his napkin before it can drip onto his shirt. The liquid still manages to soak into the pink cotton threads and he blots at it with a frown. “How did you know about that? You were dead to the world!”

Eddie’s face oozes into a smile, relieved that they can fall back into easy banter as if he hadn’t overstepped before. “I didn’t. Not for sure, but I figured you were looking for blackmail because of the infamous collection I have of you. A crime of opportunity.”

Buck scoffs and pulls out his phone to set the picture as his lock screen before turning it around to show Eddie. “Pepa adores me. I’m not worried.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Buck,” Eddie warns even though both of them are grinning. “When I’m not two seconds away from falling asleep I’ll get you back for this. I have plenty of ammo.” 

“Okay, G.I. Joe,” Buck mocks with a salute before standing up from the table. “Let’s get you back to the couch before you fall asleep in the soup and another crime of opportunity happens.”

If Eddie minds the hovering, he doesn’t say as Buck walks with him to the couch and fluffs some of the pillows. Eddie leans his head against the back of the couch when he sits and closes his eyes, listening to Buck move around the house for a few minutes before he feels him hover once more. 

“You’re going to hurt your neck like that,” Buck says from where he’s standing behind the couch looking down at Eddie. 

“It’s helping with the sinus pressure, honestly.”

“I know of a better way, hang on.” 

Eddie hears Buck move away and down the hall towards the bathroom and pries his eyes back open when he feels his tall shadow cast over him once again. 

“Here,” Buck murmurs, holding up a warm, damp washcloth. “Close your eyes, okay? This will help.”

Eddie does so, trusting Buck with whatever he’s about to do and feels himself lower into the couch with relief as the heat from the washcloth fights against the tightness in his face when his friend gently drapes it across the bridge of his nose. 

“Wow, I almost feel bad for all the times I sent one of those photos of you drooling like a baby in the group chat now,” Eddie says, smiling up at Buck standing over him even if it’s obscured by the towel. 

“Uh huh. Sure.” Buck lifts the towel to refold it and place it across Eddie forehead. 

“I do,” the sick man says, grin slipping as his words begin to sound more serious. “But not as sorry as I am for…overstepping earlier. I-“

“Hey, no. Don’t do that,” Buck says as he moves around to stand between the coffee table and the couch to straighten up the medicine and tissues and make sure the tv remote is within reach. “You didn’t overstep.”

“Buck, I-“

Buck fumbles with the remote, thumbing over the buttons with an audible soft tap, voice barely carrying over it. “My parents are assholes and…I wish they had loved me better.” 

“They should have,” Eddie leaves no room for argument, picking his head up making the washcloth fall into his lap. 

Buck nods, agreement more so that they can move on rather than fully believing it. “And maybe…maybe I am a dramatic dork.”

“I said-“

“And if you… if you love me then… I’m okay with that,” Buck says, chancing a glance at Eddie and smiling when the other man grins back. “Really okay with it.” 

“Good,” Eddie nods and for a moment they are caught in a standstill of staring at each other as the axis of their friendship begins to shift towards something else. The moment however is broken by Eddie coughing into his elbow. “But maybe we wait until I’m feeling better?” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Buck agrees, going back to straightening up and picking up Eddie’s discarded tissues. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Eddie scrunches his nose and holds his hand out like he has the energy to get up and throw them away himself. 

“I know I don’t,” Buck says, pausing just behind the couch to lean over and place his first kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head. “But I think it’s a thing people do when they love somebody.”

[radskull-69]

How would Frank react to finding out that MC is older than him?

he would definitely be shocked at first, mostly because you’re like- so good looking for his age?? Honestly he’s twice your size and looks older yet here you are. When he finds out your that same woman he crushed on as a kid you bet your ass he takes that to the grave.

bros processing this because the fuck?? Were you a vampire or something why you so old yet look so good?? (You’re not that old he’s just dramatic-)

probably calls you milf (or dilf! Whatever u prefer) even if you don’t have any kids, makes jokes about you hurting your knees and insists on walking you across crossroads like you’re some sort of old lady.

though he honestly just wants an excuse to hold you or at least your hand.

when you first tell him he definitely just frog blinks at you and then says ‘wha-‘. Man’s a bit slow but we love him.