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soleilceirinen · 10 months ago

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Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?

Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

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Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats.

At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch.

Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.

Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.

The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time.

From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases.

You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.

"Cute my balls," he spat.

The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?"

“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."

You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.

"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.

He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."

You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.

When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table.

You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.

That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.

At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her.

She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.

A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.

That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.

After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact.

You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"

You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.

"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.

Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.

You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."

He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"

"I'm going to get some water."

Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.

"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"

He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"

His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.

"It depends".

"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also, change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."

He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.

"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.

"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."

The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily.

He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.

But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean.

As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.

This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.

The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.

“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?"

Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris.

He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.

'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.

The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa.

"Eat," he indicated authoritatively.

He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.

Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.

When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."

Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"

"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat.

"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"

You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.

Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window.

He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.

After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal.

When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body.

Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.

Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction.

Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.

The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.

"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.

The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"

It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.

The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.

At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.

You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love.

Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream.

You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.

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a-twistedheartslonging · 7 months ago

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*cough cough* so uh.... nonhuman jade??? I feel like he would frog blink at me

Either that or not blink at all/hardly blink, most fish don't have eyelids, and even though he and the other mers do it's not like they would need to underwater. Tbh Seb and Mal would prob do that weird blink.

Anyway, since He and Floyd are the same kind of creature, stuff from Floyd's post will be repeated.

He still has his ear and arm fins even with the potion. He can make his ear fins wiggle and droop and they will sometimes do it unconsciously, perhaps because of how he’s feeling or if he’s eating or sucking on something. Unlike Floyd, Jade will do his best to control it since that shows his emotions and he doesn't want others to be able to read him, though that's not to say he won’t do it on purpose like when he fake cries. The whole “being able to produce tears” thing wasn't something he could do until he got on land. Fish don't have or need tear ducts. Still, if it's just the two of you he might give a fin wiggle to hear you giggle, he be silly like that sometimes,

He can make the arm fins flare out and go down so he can get shirts on easier, and they will flare out when trying to be threatening.

Still keeps some of his eel coloring and stripes along with his claws. His hands start with that not-quite-white he has and become more of that green-blue going up.

His fingers have little bits of webbing and...are kind of creepily long.

Doesn’t blink as often as a human should and his eyes glow in the dark, along with his habit of staring it can be a bit startling.

Like his brother, is very instant on getting you in the water with him for some reason. If you can't swim, he'll offer to let you ride him. Though he is capable of outspending a broom you don't worry about him trying to zoom like Floyd, that doesn't mean he won't try to scare you in the water though. He may be more polite than his brother but he's still a little shit.

Has no belly button or nips.

Has a very strong interest in your feet and legs, especially with how…soft they are. In the official manga, we get to see that Floyd isn't the only touchy eel, though he isn't…rough about it like Floyd. Well, not as long as it's you. He loves to poke, squeeze, and rub them. Very very badly wants to bite but…he’s a gentleman. At least until you guys are together, and he has permission, expect to look like you got nabbed by a small shark then after.

He can't help but be fascinated by how different your body is, he really does want to study you, though funnily enough he gets a bit of stage fright if you try doing the same.

Is a fan of those small clawless hands. Seeing how they prune up when wet for too long, holding them and enjoying that soft warmth. He’s bigger than plenty of people but gets a special kick out of how big you make him feel.

His skin feels different from what humans have but isn't quite the same as when in his eel form. It's soft but also…thick. There’s no way you would be able to break his skin with your bite or scratches, dull little human nails and teeth can't do much. He would be pretty amused at you actually trying to bite him, how cute. It makes him want to tease you more and make you make you angry enough to try more. Still, if you do somehow manage to break skin he’s prepared, can’t have his little shrimp die of poisoning.

Along with eating fish, crabs, and octopus's moray also eat very toxic creatures and as a result, the blood and flesh of a moray are very toxic. They accumulate high levels of ciguatoxins, which can give humans ciguatera fish poisoning (CFP) if eaten. There will be times in a fight where he’ll get his blood on the guy on purpose and Jade has used his blood for…things before. Part of why Jade wants to test “special” mushrooms on others is because the poison won't affect him, and he wants to see how it affects others. Might poison you in small doses on purpose so you'll build up a tolerance.

A moray will often eat anything small enough to fit in its mouth and is capable of taking a chunk out of bigger fish. As a result, Floyd will also try to eat…not food things if he can fit it in his mouth. Luckily for you, Jade has more self-control than his brother so your small nicknacks are safe...for now.

Everything about you just triggers his prey drive. He really wants to bite you, chase you, squish you, put eggs in you, bite you some more. Really hates having to keep up his calm gentlemanly image at times.

Can open his mouth scarily wide and his teeth are longer than OG Jade's, so it's a bit harder for him to hide them like he would with those polite smiles he always has. Very long tongue, you've seen it when he totally wasn't trying to show it off to you. He was just enjoying that ice cream. Funny how you're the only one to get a good look at it though.

Has pharyngeal jaws which are a second set of smaller jaws located in the throat of the moray eel, behind the normal jaws in the mouth, complete with tiny teeth. This set of jaws gets launched into the mouth cavity during feeding, where it can grasp onto food, and pull it into the throat to swallow. Morays are unique in using their pharyngeal jaws to actively capture and restrain prey in this way.

Certain eels have been shown to be surprisingly affectionate with divers they recognize and enjoy petting, rubbing, and gentle hugs. Though a bit touchy, when in public he is nowhere near as touchy as Floyd. When alone? Just as bad if he knows you are comfortable with it.

His gills are still present so his rib area is a weak spot. Getting hit there would really hurt and really piss him off.

Is nocturnal and prefers dark places, especially when sleeping. He also likes being snug and wrapped up for sleepies. In the sea, he would like to sleep in small places with his brother and would love for you and him to share a sleeping bag when camping.

Moray have a spongy, sluggy texture from their lack of scales. To top it off, these fish are covered in a thick mucous layer. Believe it or not, mucous serves a very strong purpose in nature, typically providing a protective barrier over otherwise vulnerable layers of skin. Your stomach should have a thick mucous layer to protect it from the acids inside, and similarly, a fish without scales can make good use of this snotty, slimy substance to keep it safe from toxins and physical damage as it occupies its rocky habitat.

The green moray eel is actually brown under all the snot; it’s just covered in a thick green layer of mucous. In some species, this mucous is even toxic, making them a particularly nasty prey item. Luckily what Floyd and Jade have isn't the toxic kind and will make your skin pretty nice. Jade will use this in his favor to get more cuddles. Careful though, he may do what Floyd does and perform what is known as a slime attack by slapping someone in the face with his tail, it is very unpleasant to get in your mouth.

The smallest moray, the Snyder’s moray, is around 12cm (4.5in) long, and the largest is more than 3m (over 10ft) long and weighs up to 30kg. A huge moray eel in Indonesia has been witnessed feeding on sharks and I like to headcanon the tweels are pretty big in their mer form and not just because of tail length.

Morays actually have pretty bad eyesight and a keen sense of smell to make up for this and rely primarily on chemoreception such as smells and tastes to navigate their world. I do wonder if the twins need glasses but don't use them or maybe wear contacts.

Jade is very good at tracking you down by scent and likes it when you smell like him and him smelling like you. Though he loves cuddling and hugging you, it isn't just for affection. He’s giving you that eel stank, plenty of the others are weary around him and you smelling like him can help keep others away.

Unlike with Floyd Him leaving clothes at your place is never out of forgetfulness. He plans everything out. Insistes that you put on his coat when it’s cold out and drapes it on you before you can say no. Hoodies aren't usually his thing, but his ass bought some just for “forgetting” them at your place. They're actually some fancy name-brand ones. Still, even with his planning, he could not prepare himself with how good you looked in them…it was so big on you, and you looked so cute and now it smelled like you and….

The moray can form a true knot with its body, that it uses as leverage to pull on prey items like slippery fish. They can also use this method to create strong pressure to break food items into smaller pieces. It’s thought that the skill is passed on between individuals. So, if you want to escape eel cuddles…good luck but it's probably not going to happen. Even in his more human form his long arms and legs will be wrapped around you. Kinda funny thinking of the tweel's parents teaching them how to become living knots though.

Certain types of eels can change their sex. The leaf-nosed moray born male, transitions as they age, switching to female later in life. This transformation determines them as “sequential hermaphrodites” I like to headcanon that the tweens can also change sex or already have both in their mer form.

Morays can have around 10,000 eggs at a time, and when the larvae are hatched, the eels are fully translucent. I like to think the boys started out as tiny little things you can hold in your hand.

Regular eels do seem to have some courtship rituals. Some of which being displays of behavior, such as graceful movements and vibrant color changes and I already like that headcanon of the tweels being bioluminescent. Maybe he convinced you to come down to his dorm's special pool one night and decided to show off for you. Showing off that beautiful glow while doing these cool tricks in the water. A positive reaction will likely be taken as acceptance, so unless you tell him no, you will receive some wet slimy eel-loving.

Male eels may compete with each other for the attention of females showcasing strength and health to impress a potential mate. Welp, time for Jade to invite you to a hike and show off, expect to be carried after he makes up after walking into an area, something about the grounds stability and how only a seasoned hiker like him knows the proper steps to safety. Dude will lift up a whole ass dead tree trunk stuck in your path. Will also be even more of a menace towards the other guys.

Eels also release pheromones into the water to attract and communicate with potential partners but...hmm you're just a human and on land. With the others being beasts and all, they would be able to smell it easily and know to stay the hell away from him but would his little shrimpy notice? I think at most that if it's something that you can smell it probably just seems like Jade has just smelled a bit…musky lately. He is probably around you even more and keeps close to see your reaction to it. He probably gets sad if you tell him he stinky and takes it as you not wanting him. If you compliment it? Very happy eel time.

As for the rest of what he does, it's little things like bringing you food which is often cooked by him, little trinkets that made him think of you, and getting territorial around others. The latter usually ends up with him not bothering to hide his teeth as he “smiles” at whoever is talking to you, likely having his hand on your shoulder or waist while doing so.

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iloveacaibowls111 · 29 days ago

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Adoption???

SYNOPYSIS: Satoru adopts Megumi and Tsumiki without telling you (uh oh).

A/N: Cute little fluff, very short. Obviously Satoru is a bit aged up because I can't really imagine two 17 year olds living in a penthouse by themselves unless they're in Gossip Girl.

“SATORU GOJO?!” Your voice screeched down the penthouse hallway. “Tell me, you did not adopt a kid?”

Satoru visibly winced, glancing over at where he stood with Tsumiki and Megumi. They were trying to sneak into the apartment after Satoru had finished settling them down. The three had been out buying flowers so that, when he told you, you *hopefully* wouldn’t get so mad.

“Um, sweetie, it’s a long story and everything happened so fast. I would’ve told you,” he said with a hopeful grin, holding out a lovely bouquet of blue hydrangeas – your favourite. To his side, Tsumiki smiled sweetly while Megumi struggled to suppress a laugh at Gojo being scolded.

“Oh my god, you did. And you adopted two.” You smacked Satoru lightly on the chest but then happily accepted the flowers, placing them on the kitchen table. Your gaze softened as you turned toward the two siblings. “So, who might you two little ones be?”

“I’m Tsumiki Fushiguro, and this is my younger brother, Megumi,” Tsumiki answered with a hopeful smile, while Megumi just stared at you, his expression unreadable.

“Tsumiki? That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” You said with a wink, making Tsumiki blush slightly. You then turned to the younger boy, your eyes twinkling with warmth. “Hmmm, Megumi. I like it.” You ruffled his spiky hair which reminded you of a sea urchin, though he remained stoic.

“Can I bring my two dogs with me? If not, I don’t want to be here,” Megumi said, deadpan.

You chuckled, amused by the boy’s seriousness. “Of course! I already live with an animal, so why not two more?” She gave Satoru a teasing glare, and he tried to shuffle away, pretending not to hear the comment.

“Divine Dogs!” Megumi called out excitedly, and two shadowy forms materialised, taking the shape of large, ethereal canines.

You blinked in surprise but then smiled as the dogs approached, wagging their tails. “Well, aren’t you two handsome,” you said, kneeling to pet the creatures. They happily licked your hand, their tails wagging even harder.

“So you guys want to help me cook dinner?” You asked, standing up and brushing off her hands. “I was thinking spaghetti.”

“What’s spaghetti?” Megumi asked, looking up from where he was patting the dogs.

“You’ve never had spaghetti? Well you’re in for a treat.” You chuckled, pinching Megumi’s cheeks. “Tsumiki, do you want to help me make it?”

Tsumiki’s face lit up. “Yes! Yay!”

“And you, Megumi, Any culinary talents?” You smiled warmly.

Megumi shrugged, his hands in his pockets. “I can stir,” he offered.

“Well, stirring is very important,” You replied, your voice light and playful. “And maybe you can teach me some tricks with those dogs of yours later.”

Megumi’s lips twitched into a small smile – enough to make Satoru’s and your heart swell.

Once the kids were out of sight, you turned to Satoru, your playful smile slipping into something more knowing. You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow at him.

“Satoru,” you started, your voice light but firm, “you and I need to have a little chat.”

Satoru grinned nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, chat about what?”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, stepping closer to him. “You adopted two kids without asking me first.” Your tone wasn’t angry, but there was a clear warning in your words. “You know you can’t just make decisions like this, right?”

Satoru chuckled awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “Well, I figured you’d be cool with it! I mean, look at them—they’re adorable!”

Your expression softened into a smile, but she kept her hands on her hips. “Oh, they’re adorable, alright. But that’s not the point, mister. You still should’ve talked to me first.”

Satoru put his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to stress you out with the details.”

You sighed, stepping even closer and poking his chest playfully. “I get it, Satoru. But next time?” You poked him again, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You better run something like this by me. Or else.”

Satoru grinned, catching your hand gently before you could poke him again. “Or else what?”

You leaned in, your eyes narrowing teasingly. “Or else you’ll be sleeping on the couch. With the Divine Dogs.”

Satoru’s grin widened as he laughed. “Oh no, not the couch! That’s cruel and unusual punishment!” He held his hand dramatically to his chest.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You better believe it,” you teased. “Now go help me with dinner before I actually make good on that threat.”

Satoru leaned down and kissed your forehead, the warmth in his heart growing as the tension between them melted into playful banter. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

As they headed toward the kitchen, Satoru couldn’t help but smile to himself. Sure, he probably should’ve talked to you first—but with you by his side, he knew they’d be able to handle whatever came next.

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serxinns · 8 months ago

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Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader: Bunnynapped

Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader

It was a nice day for a picnic so you and koda decided to head off on your own picnic basket in hand and blanket whenever you needed a break from all the overwhelming attention from your classmates you always headed to this secret spot to clear your mind and to play and chat with the small animals

You placed your blanket while Kota placed the basket down taking a breath it smelled like freedom you endured the beautiful and quiet nature there was a lake nearby the pond just in case you felt like swimming everything was perfect quiet and peaceful

"I'm gonna go get something to drink and berries at the lake koda!" he nodded "B-be careful tho there are big predator birds that will mistake you as a snack," he said while taking out the food and his favorite book read you nodded and ran off into the "Safe" forest, you made it to the lake glazing how the fish gracefully swam into their destination and the frogs leaping catching the bugs you grabbed your basket and went deeper into the woods until you saw a blueberry and a shiny red raspberry bush you grabbed your basket and started picking them unaware that someone was watching you

A teen with yellow eyes with messy space buns was observing you watching every move that you made like a hawk waiting for it's prey she watched you were were picking berries off the bush and putting them in the basket while also eating some as well "that bunny look so cute! Oh she's gonna be my little pet when I catch her" the blonde carefully sneak up behind herb making sure she wouldn't make a noise when her hands was just hovering away from you She quickly snatched you up and threw you in the sag

You struggled and struggled to try to turn into your human form but it was no use you squealed in discomfort and fear while the girl tried cooing and hushing you like you were some baby "Shhh ahh it's ok! I won't hurt you at all just gonna take you to your new home" you panicked even more when she said that you tried struggling and struggling but it was no use you were trapped hearing crunching of the leaves and dirt the girl happily hummed satisfy with her catch

Kota was getting worried about your long absence you shouldn't be gone for that long he looked around hoping you would come back until a panicked bird flew quickly on Kota's finger chirping in distress and panic kota gently comforted the poor animal by stroking its feathers and body the bird was calmly panicked but calmed down "Now tell me what's the problem" he said quietly and gently the bird chirped a few times and kota was shocked

You were taken...By toga Himiko

He needed to get the others even his teachers

"im back!" toga happily skipped along inside the Bar twice happily waving to her and Dabi completely ignored her focusing on the drink Kurogiri gave him but Shiggy was furious "Toga how many times have I told you about going out, especially in the day WITHOUT A DISGUISE" he said while scratching his neck toga scoffed and paid attention to the bag and giggled "I'll be fine nobody saw me plus I got myself a goodie!" she said shaking a bag a little and out came a squeak everyone's attention turned to her now curious of what she brought

"Woah toga did you bring a living snack nice!" Twice said excitingly reaching to hold the bag but Toga blocked his hand "No it's a.." she reached into the bag and pulled out the helpless creature (aka you) "A bunny!!" she squealed petting the distressed bunny's soft fur until she heard a poof and you turned into your human version now everyone was shocked "I'm not a bunny you phyco im a human! Just with a bunny quirk" you angry said not pleased with the "Suprised adoption"

Everyone was speechless for a second still in shocked while Toga's eyes sparkled brightly "EEEEEEK IT A BUNNY HERO" she tackled you with a hug squeezing you very tight you could barely breath nuzzling her head on your ears

"Well look what we have here..." Shigaraki darkly chuckled slowly walking up to you and circling you while observing the little bunny trapped in the cage but Toga shielded you "No shiggy I want them as a pet!" "A PET?!?" you and everyone else yelled in shock "I don't wanna be some villain pet!" toga completely ignored you kept going "Please take good care I'll feed them wash they'll put them in pretty outfits I promise I won't even get as much blood promise!" she pleaded with shigaraki and Dabi looked at him and chuckled "I mean I pet wouldn't be bad plus once we break them they'll be kinda useful," Dabi said with an evil sly smile shigaraki thought for a second and decided his answer "Fine we'll keep them BUT if they pissed me off and start to cause trouble im killing the rodent" you gulped nervously while toga and twice cheered "I just wanted a nice picnic..."

"Guys! Guys!" Koda ran into the common room trying to catch his breath everyone stared at him in shock and looked to see where their bunny darling was "Kota kun! What happened where's y/n?!" Mina said her voice filled with worry "They were taken by Toga she took them to their lair!" Everyone was in a panic that their precious darling was stolen away from them they were beginning to plan to save them until Aizawa stepped in "Nobodys going nowhere im going to inform the pro heroes it's dangerous to do that anyway" the class tried protesting but Aizawa quickly shut that down immediately and all told them to go to bed upset they were they had to go to bed sad and enraged that they couldn't do anything

During your stay with the LOV wasn't even that bed honestly except for the constant cuddling and her dressing you up into frilly and girly dresses and outfits and putting so many bows and accessories on your hair but you tolerated it you made sure not to say any snarky remarks due to shigarakis warning toga would twirl you around and dance with you while twice joined in doing embarrassing dancing while toga laugh but gave you 2nd hand embarrassment dabi was annoyed like an older brother always picking on their little siblings enough to make them tell their parents teasing you about how your not getting out of here and picking on you pulling on your ears until you squeaked until toga came and comfort you while being scolded by her

Kurogiri Was kind to you whenever you had enough he would always tell Toga, twice and Dabi to back off a bit and make sure you were ok he would give you healthy and actual edible food then just fed carrots and grass all day so he was the most decent out of all of them in your opinion next was Magne was another decent one but was just like toga she was adored about your features always petting your hair she wouldn't try and force you into your bunny form like a toga but whenever she gets the chance she always pets and brushes your fur which you enjoyed it a bit

But all things had to come to an end when an explosion was heard and a large hole filled with pro-heroes police, Aizawa was here as well kurogiri quickly formed a portal for them to go inside everyone went but you struggled out of the togas strong gripped, and fall on the ground she called your name until the portal was closed good riddance, you were questioned by a bunch of police and pros and we're checked to see if you had any injuries or tracking devices they put it felt like hours until they finally let you go

When you got back from the dorms everyone crowded around you cheering for your return There were a bunch of hugs from everyone even Shoto formed a small smile but Bakugo lectured and yelled at you about being reckless and how you should be careful you were gifted with a lot of stuff and the girls invited you to a sleepover you wanted to complain but you were just glad you weren't with the LOV

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animeyanderetalker · 2 months ago

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What if (half-demon/curse) little one will be a angry feral child to their father (Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Sukuna, Sebastian, Claude, etc), but loving their human mother to bits.

Creature-toddler (to dad): *demon noises, clawing and biting* 😡👿👹🔥☠️

Creature-toddler (to mom): *gently nibbling, purring and giggling* 😈😄🥰😝❤️

Well, reactions are going to differ from demon to demon:

Do you all remember that scene in Book of Circus where Sebastian was nearly swallowed by a tiger but remained perfectly calm and continued to smile throughout the entire ordeal? That is basically him with his little baby girl. She could be biting him whilst her eyes glow in that magenta that gives her true nature away whilst he'd just coo at how sweet she is, completely unbothered by her dislike for him. He doesn't even mind that she is so attached to you, it shows that you nurture his offspring well after all.

Claude finds himself struggling with not one but two demom boys who are both not very fond of him. They’re wild little things, clawing and biting and even ripping the sleeves of his clothes which causes Claude to let out a frustrated growl of his own. He obviously enjoys seeing his offspring so attached to you but he also expects respect from his own sons as he’s going to be their provider for as long as they’re not strong enough to survive on their own.

Muzan is the one who would deal the worst with his own child being as feral as she is. He’s so used to having every demon listening to him, so used to being treated like the fearful king that he sees himself as that the disobedience of his own daughter truly breaks his patience. Knowing that she’s comfortable with you Muzan simply lets you cater to her needs whilst he commands over the other demons who obey him, though you find him often watching you nurturing and nursing his child.

Kokushibo remains composed with his twin boys even whilst knowing that they aren’t fond of him. He actually attempts to be a responsible parent even despite the unfavorable feelings his sons have for him, taking care of them even as they chew on his skin and let out little growls. Maybe he’s a little bit sad as well as offended that his babies hold such little affection for him but he can accept that they adore you so much.

Douma is as dense as he can get. The little girl you’ve given birth to hates him yet he either ignores that or misinterprets it as affection from her side. She could be biting him and growling at him and he’d just gush over her whilst pinching her chubby cheeks and cooing over how sweet she is to act all feral and wild. As soon as you hold her he is all over you and telling you how cute you look catering to the needs of his offspring and even the infant you’re holding looks so done with him as she just wants time alone with her mommy.

You fear that Sukuna would react hostile and angry the first time his son behaved so fuzzy and unhappy whilst holding him but you’re surprised when he just lets out an amused chuckle, commenting that his son should keep that feral behavior for opponents he’ll later beat in his life. Don’t misunderstand, he expects respect and he’ll teach it his son when he grows older but he seems to tolerate it for now since his heir is still a baby.

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buns0fst33l · 8 months ago

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— sub!König —

-Cod men scenarios-

König x GN Reader

MDNI Suggestive themes

TW: brief mention of injury/warfare

Not proofread, also I used Google Translate

König, who’s secretly a switch but only under very particular circumstances.

Normally, he wants to be in charge. In his head, he wants to be in charge. When he’s with you intimately, he wants to be in charge. But there’s a very particular set of circumstances that have him rolling over to expose a soft underbelly he didn’t know he had.

You have plans to get lunch with him after a three month leave. He comes to you, excited as always. But there’s something about him coming back at the exact moment you’ve finished getting ready to go out that absolutely wrecks him.

Now, he loves you and finds you to be “an enchanting creature”, even when your face is puffy and your complexion is shit and you feel like ass. And he is excited to come home to you and worship your lovely body regardless of what state it’s in. Usually it’s the middle of the night, when you’re in your most natural and comfortable state, which he loves.

But something about this is eating him alive.

You’re wearing your favorite outfit. Your hair is freshly washed, mostly dry but still slightly cool to the touch from the remaining bit of moisture. You’ve just finished lathering yourself in lotions and oils and perfume. The delicate metal of the casual jewelry you’ve chosen compliments your skin tone in the most angelic way, glittering with little reflective shimmers as your body moves around to preen itself.

‘Wie ein Hase,’ (like a bunny) he thinks to himself. The warmth and scent of your shower is still wafting off of your water-softened skin deliciously.

As soon as you notice him, you move so fast it’s funny and bounce your way over to the objectively creepy brute who looks ready to eat you alive. Ugh, the domestic sight of your warm smile and cute bare feet quickly padding over to greet him has his soul fucking melting.

With all the grace of a bull in a china shop, he grabs you, picks you up, and sits on the couch with you straddling him. Both of his massive, too-long arms are wrapped around your torso like pythons and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’s shamelessly huffing in deep lungfuls of your scent like an animal, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth noisily. With every breath, he scoots that crooked, handsome nose of his an inch in another direction to get more of your scent. Once he reaches just behind your ear, you squeal and push on his shoulders at the unexpected tickle it causes. His arms are still keeping your body pressed closely to his.

“Hello to you too….Are you having fun?” You tease him lowly, reaching to grab the sides of his face and pry his big head away from your body and into your line of sight. He resists for a second, but then allows it, looking into your eyes with heavy eyelids.

He’s so textbook masculine and somehow adorable at the same time. Those strong, dark brows of his are relaxed and those intense, steel-blue eyes are lidded over even more than usual, droopy and sleepy-looking. The faintest bit of pink dusts over his strong cheek bones and crooked Roman nose. His pretty, thin cupids bow lips are slightly parted and his tongue darts between them briefly as he gives you a slow nod in response to your question. His breathing is quiet, but deep and heavy. A barely-restrained pant.

One of your hands leaves his face to push back the silky black strands of his hair with a gentle but efficient swipe and you can’t help but coo at the way his eyes roll back and flutter shut at your gentle touch. Your hand finds its way back to his jaw right away and you lean in, clicking your tongue lovingly at the pitiful mess he so quickly became.

Oh you have no idea the effect you’re having. All he’s seen for months is ugly, angry, dying and bitter men. Even triumph stunk of unwashed, musty clothes, metal, caked-on sweat, infected stitches, sun-rotted blood stains. And suddenly he has what feels like a newly made doll, crafted by god just for him, finished just in time for his weary soul to lap up like a starved dog. Instead of grime and sweat and oil and god-knows-what-else, his callused fingers greedily smooth over your expanses of clean, delicious, fuckable-smelling flesh.

His palms drag over your sides and back and his fingertips grab at your clothes and drag over your scalp eagerly. You smile softly at the state he’s in and grab his wrists. He allows you to pull his hands off of you, but scoots his hips forward and against your body like he needs to make up for the physical contact you took away.

“Liebling…bitte…” his voice cracks a little. You bite your lip and search his eyes, feeling a power trip wash over you. You grasp it delicately, afraid you’ll accidentally break the spell he’s under if you bring his attention to it.

“What do you need, Kö?” You whisper to him, thumbs stroking his huge forearms you’re holding in front of you. Your hands don’t go around all the way. He is just… allowing you to be in charge of his absolute tank of a body. He is being so mushy for you right now. He bites his lip and whines quietly.

Oh you need to see where this goes. Fuck your lunch date, you can get takeout later.

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buckysgrace · 3 months ago

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Closer to My Heart Masterlist

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

CW: Unprotected p n v sex, some degradation

Billy calls you out on your attitude.

You were hiding from him. That much was very apparent to him. But he didn’t really know why. He hadn’t done anything to purposefully upset you; he had just stalled in the heat of the moment. But now things were awkward, tense. It seemed like every time your relationship began to move a step forward, it was first forced several feet back. How irritating.

He’d debated about how to go forward as he downed his first cup of coffee while he prepped Theo’s lunch for the day. He was a creature of habit, always preferring the same thing rather than trying something new. Not that Billy minded. It made grocery shopping easier.

The past week you had given him the cold shoulder, hellbent on ignoring him despite his best efforts. He didn’t want you to be angry with him or for you to be upset. It had just been a little stumble.

He sat at the edge of the bed, slowly pulling the blankets off as Theo wrinkled his little nose up. He reached his fists high above his head, pointing his toes towards the sky as he stretched out. Billy chuckled, watching the way he smacked his lips together before he turned onto his tummy.

“Sorry, bubba,” He apologized as he wrapped his arms around his soft tummy and pulled him onto his lap. Theo was like a rag doll, weighing nothing as he laid limply against Billy, “Time to get up.” He replied softly as he carried him towards the door, flicking the light on so they could search for which outfit to wear.

“Sweepy,” Theo hummed as he rested his head in the crook of Billy’s neck, yawning widely, “Stay here.” He commanded, his eyes still glazed over with sleep as he pointed towards his bed.

“You have school.” Billy replied with a laugh, pulling out a pair of pants and a shirt that would match. Theo wouldn’t be too picky this morning.

“No.” He grumbled as he buried his face into Billy’s neck, huffing loudly as his cool nose fell against his skin.

“I have to work.” He reminded him as he carried him towards the bathroom, chuckling at the way Theo only gripped him tightly.

“Nah uh.”

“Uh huh,” He teased softly as he gave his cheek a little kiss, “C’mon. We have a busy day ahead of us.” He told him honestly, beginning to get him dressed for the rest of the day. He looked cute with his little haircut, his hair no longer as messy as before. But Billy had promised himself that he’d no longer leave his gum out after that.

“Daddy?” Theo asked once he was in his carseat, his little feet bobbing along with the music as he snacked on his leftover banana pieces.

“Hm?” He glanced back towards him, turning the music down a little bit so he could hear him better. Once he was awake, he was certainly talkative in the mornings. He got that from Annie.

“Why do spidews have so many legs?” Theo asked as he pushed another piece of banana into his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows together as he tapped his shoes together happily.

“Uh,” He paused as he rubbed at his eyes while they sat at a red light, “I don’t know. I guess to catch bugs.” He replied, not sure how he was supposed to answer that. His own father would’ve told him to hush and finish his food.

“Yucky,” He glanced up, watching the way Theo wrinkled his nose up, “Why they eat bugs?” He asked once again, making Billy raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“I guess it tastes yummy to them.” He shrugged his shoulders, sure that there was some scientific reasoning that he didn’t have. He nodded his head along, seemingly happy with that answer for a moment.

“Daddy,” Theo sighed deeply as he started again, “You know 100 is the biggest numbew?” He asked him, giggling happily at his little revelation. Billy grinned.

“Bubba?”

“Mhm.” Theo nodded, turning away from the window to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Did you know there’s a 101?” He asked him, a small smile forming on his lips at the way Theo’s blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Huh?” He asked, his voice shrill as his little feet came to a slow stop, “No way!” He said in protest, gaping as he held his little palms into the air.

“And there’s a 200.” He added a second later as made a turn at the familiar stop light. Billy hated dropping him off. He had never been a fan of leaving him at the daycare and it had never gotten easier since day one. He had always felt guilty about it, like he was missing out on a big chunk of his development.

“Stop lying!” Theo protested, dark eyebrows wrinkled together in disbelief. Billy grinned at him, enjoying the way the gears were turning in his mind. He hoped Theo would ask you all of his questions today, then maybe you wouldn’t be so hesitant to talk to him later.

“I’m not lying,” He laughed as he pulled into his familiar parking spot, “Ask your teacher today.” He said as he slid out of the car, trying not to focus on the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach. Your attitude was something he didn’t want to deal with today.

He pulled free a few wipes, scrubbing off the leftover bananas from Theo’s palms and fingers while he continued to ask about what other big numbers Billy knew. He was too afraid to bring up that there was a million, sure that the toddler would never recover from that knowledge.

Theo chose to walk in with him today, fully awake and holding his hand as he raved about this cool science project they would be working on today. Billy nodded along, glad that he was at least enjoying school.

“Hi,” He grinned brightly as they entered, pulling free from Billy so he could run up to you, “Did you miss me?” He bounced on his tippy toes in front of you, giggling as Billy felt his heart slowly come to a stop. You looked really pretty.

“Always,” You smiled as you returned the hug, doing everything in your power to keep from looking at Billy, “Did you have a good night?” You asked him, looking as radiant as always. Billy suddenly felt a fresh wave of anger, wondering why you had to make this so hard.

“Yeah!” He proclaimed as he pressed his finger along your skirt. Billy took a step forward, watching as he traced the design on your knee, “We made brownies!” He glanced back towards him, smiling brightly at the memory. Billy chuckled softly, recalling how he had licked the spoon and bowl clean from the batter.

“Oh, yummy,” You told him as you gave his shoulder a little tap, “You can go play with toys if you want.” You suggested as you gestured towards the large play area. Theo jumped in excitement, giving Billy a brief hug before he was off.

It was tense, awkward as he continued to keep his eyes on you. You were fiddling with your papers, acting like you actually had something to do this early in the morning. “Are we going to talk or-?” He brought up first, feeling like there was no real reason for you to shut down in such a manner.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said shortly, opening your desk to pull out a stapler. He nearly made a snarky comment about you having that but no scissors. It didn’t really make sense to him. If the rest of your students were like Theo, then anything could be turned into a weapon. “You kicked me out,” He replied as he cocked an eyebrow, “And you didn’t tell me why.” He reminded you, waiting for some sort of reaction to fall from you. Nothing came. You were silent up until another parent and student walked in.

“I have to get to work,” You said sternly, “Have a nice day, Mr. Hargrove.”

You had no idea how to approach Billy after your humiliating night with him. It was easier to pretend like nothing had ever happened, like he was just some annoying parent. So that’s how you dealt with it.

But the memory haunted you, taunted you as you were unable to sleep at night. Unable to think of anything but your horrible tongue and his reaction. You felt insufficient, sure that he had met plenty of other women that knew exactly what to say to him without getting his skin to crawl.

You were sure he didn’t have the best knowledge in relationships either, but he definitely seemed to know his way around the bedroom much better than you did. Maybe it was dumb to get so insecure, but you felt lost. You had definitely failed at impressing him.

Sabrina had told you that much too. She seemed even more upset over the whole ordeal than you were, but she didn’t understand what you were feeling either. She was much more confident than you were.

You were flying through tables tonight, trying to keep your mind occupied as your feet ached in protest. At least you’d have a good check, that part was important to you. So important that you nearly missed the familiar face that walked in.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed as you rounded on the blonde, “You can’t be here.” You stated incredulously, wondering how he thought this was at all okay. It was hard enough trying to avoid him at the daycare, you didn’t need him following you to your second job either.

“I can’t be in this restaurant?” Billy questioned, cocking his eyebrows as he mirrored a look of confusion. He hummed to himself, making your anger boil in your stomach.

“Why are you following me?” You asked him seriously, almost exasperated. You didn’t know why he was making this so difficult. You definitely weren’t worth fighting for in your opinion. You just wanted the whole situation to disappear.

“I just wanted the wings.” He said dryly as he crossed his arms and settled back into his booth. You blinked, wondering if he had heard you at all.

“Are you serious?” You asked him, trying to keep your tone at bay so you didn’t freak out on him. He thought about it for a moment, tilting his head back and forth before he glanced at you once again.

“Dead,” He stated as he locked eyes with you, “Buffalo with bleu cheese.” He replied as he wiggled his way further into the booth, looking very comfortable suddenly. You silently seethed.

“Anything else?” You asked as you tried to keep your anger at bay, even though you could feel the flames of anger licking at your chest.

“Mhm, beer sounds good,” He hummed as he rubbed at his chin, “And the garlic parmesan fries.” He turned towards you in amusement, making your heart flutter roughly inside of your chest. Damn him and his intense eyes.

You pulled a tight smile to your lips, doing your best to stay polite as you quickly nodded your head and turned away. You dealt with people that annoyed you all night long, you could do it with Billy for the remainder of the night.

And that’s exactly what you did. You kept it professional and you stayed calm and collected. You tried to pretend like the memory didn’t pop up every time you looked at him. Majority of the time you just wanted to crawl underneath the table and hide as you were sure he was thinking of the same thing.

“Are you just going to sit here all night?” You asked as you refilled his water once again, unsure of what he was waiting for. You had made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to talk about what had happened. Relieving the situation made you want to die.

“Maybe.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders, looking over the dessert menu for the fourth time. You felt your eye twitch, unsure if he just loved to see you suffer. Maybe he got off on it.

“You’re hogging my table,” You seethed, “I need this for tips.” You told him seriously as you pointed towards the table.

“I’m going to tip you.” He said gruffly as he flipped the menu around, acting like he was reading the other side this time. You breathed in deeply.

“That’s not my point.” You felt your shoulders sag, exhausted with how this conversation was going. You didn’t want to fight with him. And certainly not here.

“I want to talk to you.” His eyes were soft, filled with gentle waves as he looked at you again. You pressed your lips down into a frown.

“I don’t want to talk.” You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide yourself away. You wanted to be desirable, but feared that you had ruined his thoughts abut you the moment the nickname had slipped off of your tongue. You really thought he would’ve liked it.

“Why?” He asked you seriously, “I’m not mad about what happened. You left before we could even talk about it.” He reminded you as you drifted your eyes down towards your shoes. You almost felt like you were being lectured.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled as you stared at the tips of your shoes, thinking that you needed to scrub them when you got home tonight. They definitely seemed to have a bit of grease stuck to them.

“You took me by surprise,” He said quickly, “But that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying it.” He surprised you as he took your hand, gripping your fingers softly and giving them a little squeeze. It surprised you. You didn’t think that Billy could be so open, so mature in a way.

“Okay.” You mumbled, still unable to face him as you felt the electricity from his touch traveled up through your arm. It made your heart throb, nearly bursting uncomfortably in your chest.

“Stop being so damn stubborn,” He grumbled, “I really like you. I don’t think this is something that should come between us.” He told you gruffly, taking you by surprise. You weren’t sure what Billy saw in you, but it was something that you definitely didn’t see in yourself.

“Is there an us?” You questioned quietly, a little fearful of his answer. You drew your eyes up softly, looking at the sincere way he tilted his head up towards you.

“I’d like there to be,” He said softly, “But you keep acting like a nincompoop, so sit down and talk to me.” He gestured towards the table, making you laugh for the first time. Maybe you really were being stubborn.

“I have to work.” You replied as you gestured back towards the bar, knowing that your orders were probably piling up and ready. You wished you could just sit down and speak with him.

“When does your shift end?” He asked as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his knuckles. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the nervous bubbles that were floating inside of you.

“Fifteen minutes.” You mumbled softly, feeling a little more reassured from his words. Maybe you were just a bit overdramatic, but your feelings had felt correct at the time. Insecurity was not fun.

“I’ll wait for you.” He sat back in the booth again, appearing a little cocky as his eyes wandered down to your shoulders. You turned before he could look much further, but you were fairly certain his eyes stayed on your ass the whole way back to the bar. You wished it annoyed you.

You stayed away from his table for the rest of your time there, determined to finish strong and gain the rest of your tips. He was a distraction. A big one. You were sure he knew that too.

“Have a fun night,” Sabrina teased as she tossed a condom packet at your chest, leaving you stumbling to grab it before anyone else could see, “Have the best time.” She gave you a little wave, leaving you to flip her off before you fled. How embarrassing.

Billy was leaning against the doorway when you returned, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement towards you. You gave a stiff wave, feeling awkward as you pushed the door open for the two of them. You needed to be the one to fix things this time.

“I’m really sorry about the other night,” You said quickly, “And for ignoring you. I was just embarrassed.” You glanced towards him as soon as the doors shut behind you two, watching as he held his lighter up to the unlit stick.

“It happens,” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t hate you for it.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, looking at you in amusement. You breathed in deeply, still feeling like you owed him an explanation.

“I think I wanted to impress you and it backfired.” You admitted sheepishly as you rubbed your palms across your arms, following him as he walked. He looked at you surprised, but then his expression quickly changed to a cocky one. He was definitely going to hold onto that for later.

“I don’t think it did,” He chuckled softly, “I’d like to keep seeing you. As long as you promise not to ignore me again.” He blew his smoke out towards you, making you wrinkle your nose as you took in his statement. You wouldn’t. Not if you could do it right this time.

“You’re not disgusted with me?” You asked as you picked at your fingers, suddenly nervous with the thought. You really wanted to move forward, you just needed that reassurance.

“No,” He replied quickly, “I just have a kid, you know? It just took me by surprise.” He explained, making you wince a little bit as you nodded your head in agreement.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” You told him as you bit down on your tongue softly, still wishing you could take it all back. But at least things were better now. You weren’t totally humiliated now.

“I know,” He brushed your shoulder gently, “I’m not upset about it. You shouldn’t be either.” He flicked his cigarette away. You inhaled sharply, nodding your head in agreement.

“Okay,” You watched the way his lips parted into a soft smile, showing off his shiny teeth, “I feel a bit ridiculous.” You admitted as you fell to a stop by his car.

“You are,” He said a second later, making your insides burn before he laughed softly, “But I don’t mind that.” He added as he looked at you, his fingers falling to your skin as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. It made your heart flutter, your body warm as you tilted your mouth up towards his.

His lips were hot against yours as he pressed you against the side of his car, his hands gripping a hold of your waist as his mouth moved frantically against yours. You struggled to keep up with his kisses, your lungs burning for air that you refused to give. His kisses were all you needed, all you desired.

You both fumbled into his backseat, nearly knocking your head around a few times as you slid onto the leather chair. He kissed at your neck, licking and sucking softly as his hands worked on removing your uniform.

Your fingers fell to his shirt rapidly, pulling the buttons apart as fast as you could while his lips moved desperately against your skin. You sighed softly, tilting your head as you invited his tongue against your skin.

“You smell so fucking good,” He groaned as he nipped at the nape of your neck, making you gasp as you pressed your thighs together, “You’re not going to freak out on me this time, are you?” He teased, making you blush as he tugged your bra down your arms.

“No,” You breathed out deeply, your nerves filling with electricity as his hands fell to your hips, “Get your pants off.” You commanded, laughing softly as you fell back onto your elbows. You watched with interest as he unbuckled his belt, then slid his jeans and briefs down his thick thighs.

You admired his golden skin, the light hair on his chiseled chest that gleamed from one of the streetlights. He was far too handsome for his own good. Damn him. And damn the way he made your clit throb and pleasure spread through your body as your eyes fell to his thick cock.

He pressed your legs apart, leaving a giddy feeling inside of you as he slunk himself closer to you. His hard cock fell against your exposed pussy, weighing heavily against your slick folds. You sighed deeply, watching as he rocked his hips forward before he pressed his fat tip against your glistening hole.

Your eyes fluttered in pleasure, moaning deeply as he stuffed his dick inside of your drenched walls. His thick girth left your eyes hazy, forcing them shut as he stretched you out around him. He fit inside of you perfectly, the curve of his dick nestling against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Taking me so good,” He groaned as he thumbed his finger over your clit, “Such a good little slut.” He praised you, leaving you breathless as you rolled your hips up against him, pressing his cock further inside of you.

You felt a fire spreading through your body, the pleasure sitting overwhelmingly on your chest as his large palms fell to your waist. He squeezed at your flesh, bringing your gaze back towards his blissed features as he balanced his hands near your shoulders.

Your mind felt fuzzy, full of pleasure and awe as he slowly pulled his hips back and before he rocked his cock back roughly inside of you. You gaped, your fingertips falling to his sweaty skin as he dipped his head near yours.

You tilted your face upwards, sliding your lips slowly against his to capture the lingering air on his tongue. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, a slight hint of mint as your nails dug into his skin. You whimpered, licking at his lips as he dragged you back along the curve of his cock.

“Billy,” You moaned as your lips fell free from his mouth, your lungs straining for air as your pussy clamped down along his fat girth, “Feels so good.” You urged him forward, your heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper inside. You desperately needed to feel more of him.

He grunted as his skin dragged against yours, your nipples brushing against his firm muscles with each of his deep thrusts. Your clit throbbed in anticipation, your cunt dripping along his thick cock as he nuzzled his way in deeper and deeper.

You could feel his balls pressing against your skin with each of his powerful movements, wet with your slick as his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. You rolled your eyes back in awe, your moans molding with his in a blissful symphony within the car walls.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He grunted as he dropped his head down against yours, his stubble dragging against your skin as he dragged his cock faster against your slick walls, “Good little cockslut.” He groaned as you felt your pleasure spreading deeper through your veins, making your moans louder.

He rolled you back against his cock once again, his balls pressing against your warm skin as the bliss bubbled inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves, leaving you seeing stars as moans tumbled free from your tongue.

Your cunt was squelching around him, hugging his cock roughly as your nails dragged across his skin. You whined loudly, eyelashes fluttering shut as you felt the muscles inside of your stomach collapsing.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cursed, your toes curling in awe as you gripped onto him tightly, “Jesus! Billy!” You squeaked, your body rocking against his as you came roughly around his girth. Your body shook, your thighs trembling underneath him as he continued to ram his cock into you.

You held onto him tightly, lazily dragging your lips across his sweaty cheek as his groans fanned over your face. His thrusts became deeper, slower as he held onto you tightly. You gasped, heart pounding so roughly you swore he could hear it.

“Christ,” He grunted as he thumbed at your clit again, leaving you spasming around him as he collapsed on top of you, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed in a similar manner, his voice gruff and raspy as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, spreading through your already slick cunt as you slowly began to massage your fingers across his warm sides. Your still felt like you were in a haze, your mind foggy as he brought his lips upon yours again.

It was like electricity had sparked upon your lips, his mouth smooth and passionate against your own. You groaned as you linked your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as he forced his tongue past your lips. You greedily licked at his tongue, tasting as much of him as you could. You felt you were floating.

“I haven’t done anything like this in a long time.” He groaned as he pulled away, lips swollen and more red than usual as his eyes twinkled in mischief. You were jealous of his long, thick eyelashes. He looked so pretty.

“I’ve never had sex in a car ever,” You laughed softly, “I can check that off the list.” You teased him as you rolled your fingers through his soft curls.

“It gets cramped.” He laughed as he kissed at your cheek, making your heart flutter once again. You were slightly glad that he had picked you to pull into the backseat of his car. He must’ve planned it out a little bit, as Theo’s car seat was missing.

“And hot.” You teased softly, looking at the freckles that decorated his soft nose. You liked all of his handsome features.

“What are you doing later?” He questioned, pressing his lips into a soft smile as he remained inside of you. You didn’t want him to pull out either. You enjoyed the feeling of him far too much.

“Depends,” You grinned softly, “Do you need to get back to Theo?” You asked, feeling a bit bad for hoping that he didn’t have to. Maybe you could use the time to get to know him better. He tilted his head.

“Not tonight.” He said softly, a cocky smirk forming on his lips like he already knew what you wanted. You bit back your own smile, taking a few moments to leave him waiting.

“You should come over.”

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 1 year ago

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I wonder can I still ask for more yandere overprotective Five head canon or scenario something like that? Are yours ask box still open anyway? OwO oh and I really love your writing ❤️🧡💛

Oh? Thank you :)

You are such an idiot and clumsy, so Five always has to come in and save you

You'll trip and Five will teleport and grab you

He'll act annoyed, but he's really worried about you

He wants to keep you stay somewhere safe [In his room]

You will always be his main priority, even over his own family. No offense to them, but they're family, you're the love of his life, and he can't live without you. He's already lived decades without them, so he can manage

But losing you- That he can't do

He has like a sixth sense for when you're about to be hurt

To close to fire and your hair's about to light? He appears and blows it out

You're not paying attention and a car's coming, about to hit you? He appears and teleports you away. He's angry at you for not paying attention and gives you a pep talk. You frown, but he's looking out for you. He takes whatever was distracting you [Phone, Book, Magazine, Animal/Creature] and you are not seeing it anytime soon

About to fall down the stairs? He's there and catches you in his arms

Point is, he always there, always protecting you

He wants to protect you and wishes you'd stay in his room, where he knows you'd be safe. He tries convincing you, but you're very stubborn and hard headed

He'll be in the middle of a conversation, get a tingle, teleport off and then come back and continue the conversation

He's like your guardian angel, because he only does this for you

He'll sit and watch his siblings fall or get hurt and won't even look up/ or help

But if it's you-

Klaus fell once and you were right behind them and you almost fell too, but luckily Five got you. Klaus realized this and taunted Five; Much to his annoyance

"Damn gonna save them but not your own sibling." He then tsk and shakes his head, while Five rolls his eyes and leads you away

^ Klaus tells everyone and they come in on Five

They think it's cute and didn't realize Five felt love

Five will just sit in annoyance, soaking it in, because there's nothing he can do

Though he does leave hearing you laugh, even if it's at him; He'll let it slide

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reallyhatethiswebsite · 5 months ago

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lazy power bottom raphael & anal fingering/handjobs

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Her entrance into his office was unceremonious. The devil sat squinting at old scrolls, looking up at her through his pretty lashes when she stood in front of his desk.

“I don't recall requesting to see you,” he said, his tone neutral. Tav was about to take a monumental risk, but she was still riding the high of her recent piece of freedom. Her magic was slowly returning - helped along by the fragments of his power Raphael was sharing - and it felt a little like the soft afterglow of an orgasm. A good orgasm. Constant. Tav hadn't felt alive like this in a very long time. She kept flexing her fingers and toes; he noticed, but didn't comment.

“I want to talk to you,” she said simply.

He was quiet for a minute. Digesting her behavior, and how he was going to manage it. Otherwise his expression was impossible to read. “Then talk.”

It was here, Tav knew, that she had to tread carefully. If she got this right, Raphael would be in her hands - as much as a devil like him ever could be - and she would be the closest to real freedom she'd been…likely since before her cursed magic ever even began to manifest. A depressing thought, but one she didn't linger on.

“I'd like you to stop having sex with Haarlep,” she said. Instantly she could tell it hadn't been what he was expecting her to say. The surprise on his handsome face would've been comical if she wasn't balancing the certainty of her future on the outcome of this conversation. He wasn't surprised for long. He put down the scroll he was reading, planted his elbows on the desk and folded his hands together, where he rested his chin. He looked at her very much like a boarding school headmaster, both entertained and irritated by an unruly child's audacious behavior. Like it amused him to watch someone so beneath him attempt to display authority, but when the novelty wore off he'd get angry.

“Why should I do that?” He drawled. He was humouring her, Tav knew, because he was curious. Just as she'd hoped. “What makes you think you can tell me to do anything?”

“I can't,” Tav shrugged, “I know I can't. But if you want to keep having sex with me, Haarlep has to be out of the picture - or out of your bed, at least.”

“You're giving me an ultimatum? How cute,” Raphael cooed. That he hadn't incinerated her on the spot was an indication of his piqued interest. “I knew you held distaste for my incubus, but I had no idea it ran so deep.”

“This has nothing to do with me not liking Haarlep,” Tav countered. That was mostly the truth. She absently touched the ugly scarring on her naked throat. She'd wear that collar forever, it seemed, one way or another. Raphael's clever gaze followed her. “I don't share my sexual partners, that's all. Not by choice, anyway, and choice is something you said you'd let me have, at least when it comes to this. Unless you're going back on your word…”

“I am not,” the devil growled; his tone suggested he might like to. “Though you'd do well to make sure you don't mistake my clemency for complacency, songbird. Unless you'd like to find out what happens to people who do.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

“I'm sure.” Raphael narrowed his eyes at her, looking her up and down from her bare feet to the crown of her head. Tav did her best not to shift, to remain confident against his scrutiny. His next words were blunt. “Why should I choose you over an incubus I've kept for centuries? A creature perfectly attuned to my body, my desires? One who cannot and will not say no to anything I want to do to them?”

At last it was the moment for Tav to make her case. To admit a truth aloud to herself and to the devil who stole her away from a personal hell far worse than Avernus, or any other layer of Hell.

“Because I want you, Raphael. I want you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night in your chambers, the way you looked underneath me as everything else burned…it's driving me crazy. I know it was good for you, too. I can't give you the same precision and experience as Haarlep, but…maybe I can give you something better.”

Raphael's eyes darkened as she spoke, his pupils expanding to swallow the orange of his irises. His countenance changed, even if his placid expression hadn't. It was a subtle shift, but one Tav had become attuned to as she learned him, his mannerisms and habits.

“I must admit, the smell of fire has held quite a…scintillating sentiment for me these past few days,” he said. “Ah, what a delightful impulse buy you've turned out to be…”

Tav felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. There was the caveat. A bitter reminder that she was still infernal property, no matter how well he treated her. She couldn't believe it. In the heat of passion, she'd almost allowed herself to forget. This wasn't about sex, or lust. It was Hell's oldest game: manipulation. If she had fun in the meantime, all the better, but she wouldn't again forget why she was doing this. Her flames were not doused, but tempered.

“So, are my terms acceptable?” Tav pressed. Crossed her arms over her chest. Leaned her weight on one hip.

“That depends, dearest.” The devil did so love negotiations. “If I were to relinquish my, shall we say, dalliances with Haarlep and share myself only with you…my little songbird, my sweet pet…” Tav's breath caught. Those words affected her more than she thought. Raphael smiled. “What would that mean?”

Hook. Line. Time for the sinker.

“Let me show you,” she murmured. “Right here, right now. If you're good for it.”

The devil was deeply entertained, that much was obvious. He clicked his fingers and Tav heard his office doors close and lock. “Hmm… What will you have me do now, pet?”

“Bend over the desk. Clothes off. Please.”

For a moment, he did nothing. His silent stare had weight. Tav wondered if this was the point of no return, if she'd found the line and crossed it. If he was testing her mettle, her conviction, to see if she would falter. If he was simply stunned that she believed she could speak to him that way, that she believed he would actually obey.

Just when Tav thought he wouldn't, when the moment had stretched beyond uncomfortable and she'd almost given into the urge to squirm, Raphael did what she asked. The thrill Tav experienced was substantial. He stood. A simple click and he cleared the surface of his desk; another and he was naked, thick muscles, prominent veins and ribbed cherry-red skin on show, lightly dusted with patches of dark hair. He was softer around the middle than Haarlep's display, and Tav much preferred it. Raphael’s handsome cock was already beginning to fill, his dark pink glans peeking out from beneath his foreskin. He could play at aloofness all he wanted, but his body would always give him away. Still, he was a devil of pride, and there was nothing but smug superiority in the way he positioned himself; forearms braced on the desk, back bent, ass up. His tail swung lazily to-and-fro. He reminded her of his incubus like this, but - and she'd never tell him this - Tav thought he pulled off the seduction much better.

“Well, my songbird,” he purred, equal parts an invitation and a challenge. “Here I am. Show me how you want me.”

As she approached, Tav wished she could hate him the way she hated all other fiends and devils alike. He made it impossible, and that was infuriating, because it complicated so many things. She wished he repulsed her as Lyuris had, but she found Raphael's hellish features quite beautiful. She'd been certain there was nothing beautiful in Hell, but as she smoothed her hands over Raphael's hot skin and he made a quiet noise of approval…

Tav chewed the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Remember why you're doing this.

He was so much larger than her, but like this, she could reach the parts of him she wanted much easier. Her touch drifted over his broad shoulders and down the column of his spine. At its base her fingertips flirted briefly with where his tail sprouted; the skin was baby soft on its underside and Raphael seemed to like being touched there, if the gentle “ah!” he released meant anything. He seemed to like being touched everywhere. Things between he and Haarlep were transactions, Tav had realised, but the devil’s appetite wasn't just for sex. He hungered for touch, warm and given willingly. Affection of the basest kind, as so many devils secretly and selfishly did. Something a demon would never understand. That was how she'd get him.

Tav squeezed his backside in both hands. He had a nice ass. She felt down lower to find his balls, smiling at the way he instantly spread his thighs to allow her access. His sack was hot and heavy in her palm, too big to properly hold. She kneaded what she could instead, firm testes inside rolling against his scrotum's thin, smooth skin. She tugged them gently. Raphael groaned, deep and throaty. Tav's deft fingers slid between his buttocks, parting them enough to feel the twitching velvet of his hairless puckered hole. He inhaled sharply when she rested her thumb on it but made no move to stop her. In fact, he lifted his tail and presented himself further.

“Oil?” She asked. Raphael clicked his fingers once more and a little bottle appeared on his desk. Stroking his hole, savouring his anticipatory twitches, Tav used her free hand to pop the lid from the bottle and scent its contents. “Mm, palmarosa. Smells good.”

“They do know how to make fine things in Waterdeep,” said the devil, distractedly. “If you're willing to shell out substantial gold, of course…ahhh…”

“Of course.” As he spoke, Tav poured a generous helping of the oil on her fingers, and slowly pushed her slick thumb past the tight ring of his anus. The heat and squeeze of his slippery insides was amazing.

“Is that it? More,” Raphael snarled, impatiently pressing into her hand. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing at all.”

Her index finger, then her middle, joined her thumb. Experience told her how to twist them, where to rub, when to scissor. Experimentation would tell her where his prostate was, but until then he was enjoying himself anyway. His head dropped forward, clipped moans escaping him as he tried to fuck himself on her fingers, tried to get more friction, more more more.

“Another,” he demanded raspily, “give me another. Harder.”

“As you wish…master.” She said it purely for the shudder that ran through him, for the way he clenched around her fingers, but Tav would be lying if she said it didn't affect her, too. If she looked down, she could see his clawed toes curling. Her ring finger slipped into his ass, her pinky thumping his perineum with each harsh thrust and rub she gave him. The wet noises and her devil's grunts were obscene.

“Yes…nngh, good pet…such a good pet,” Raphael uttered, unable to stop talking even with four fingers up his ass. “So eager to please me…that's it, yes. Like that…”

With her free hand, Tav reached around to grab his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. To do it, she had to press herself flush against him, the backs of his thighs scorching the fronts of hers through the thin dress she wore. She couldn't resist dropping open-mouthed kisses on his flesh. He tasted of sweat and spice, and the strange ridges of his infernal anatomy felt like soft cartilage in her mouth. He sighed so sweetly when she sucked on them. Her fingers on his cock squeezed and stroked, her intent to reach his glans and smear his precum around for lubricant, but Raphael snatched that hand and brought it to his face. His forked tongue - that dangerous thing of pure silver - licked up the length of her palm and lathered her digits with hot spit, and when he deemed them sufficiently sloppy, he put them right back on his aching prick.

“Fuck,” Tav cursed breathlessly, resting her cheek between his wing joints for a moment. Heart in her throat, blood roaring in her ears, cunt slick.

Remember.

The devil chuckled, but it quickly dissolved into a low, rumbling moan when she made a narrow cage of her hand for him to fuck, to rut and rub his prick into like an animal; and that was exactly what he did, rolling his hips to alternate between pleasuring his cock and spearing himself on her fingers in his ass. Tav felt every flex of his spine, felt every drag of his foreskin and swollen vein and ridge on his cock, felt every clench and spasm of his rectum. Felt it when she found the spot she'd been looking for, soft and spongy beneath her fingertips. The sound Raphael let out as his big body jerked bordered on inhuman; his claws scratched at the wood of his desk, his wings flexed, his tail thrashed.

“There,” he hissed, “right there.”

Tav kissed and bit him as she ruthlessly worked his prostate. He barely noticed, his rutting becoming feverish, snarls and growls mixing with wet gasps, fast and shallow. His cock stiffening further, balls tight, Tav knew he was about to come. She awaited it with vicious satisfaction, wishing only that she could see his face as he unraveled, if his sharp features would twist as lovely as they did the night she rode him in flames.

He finished with a shudder, a guttural choked groan, his head lolled back, wings spread wide. His inner muscles fruitlessly milked her fingers, his fat cock spurting ropes of hot cum all over her knuckles, his chest, the desk. His claws had dug deep gouges in the wood. In the aftermath he quivered, panting. Tav felt as though she couldn't catch her breath, either. Her forehead rested once again between his wing joints where she stayed, still holding his softening cock. It took effort not to sigh with him as she pulled out, giving his hole - bereft, wet, winking - one final gentle rub. Her wrist ached, her cunt ached, her heart ached (but only a little).

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #fanfic #cringe #Do yourself a favour and don't read this lol #will probably delete later

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awkward-halfhug · 4 months ago

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probably not the best sedative | eleventh doctor x reader

summary: pseudo-morning shenanigans

chapter 1 2 3 4 5

contents: fluff, some name-calling, the doctor being a 'genius'

(also on my ao3)

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After that first successful sleepover situation, it became a habit. A routine. A tradition. When you get back from adventuring, you both go your separate ways to freshen up, grab a book to read (in your case), or a a gizmo to fiddle with (in his case), and meet up in one of your usual spots in the TARDIS to decompress, until finally you both fall asleep.

After he woke up that first time, curled up in a ball on your lap, your legs tucked under you and your upper body curled around his in a way that made him cringe in sympathy for your poor back, he had felt an odd mix between embarrassed, endeared, and incredibly proud of himself for such a great idea.

For one thing, one of your hands had somehow found its way into his hair at some point. The pressure of your fingertips on his scalp was completely foreign and entirely thrilling. He had been almost afraid to move for fear of breaking the peace and beauty of the moment.

Almost. But he had really needed to pee.

Your groggy, half-asleep state had been endearing and if his bladder hadn't been about to burst he would've liked to enjoy it longer.

Fortunately for him, he would be getting to see a lot more of that cute pout in the weeks to come.

He's looking at it now, in fact.

"Hey sleepyhead", the Doctor murmurs into the pseudo-morning air.

A few simulated birds chirp in the distance to each other. Coupled with the holographic display of the sun rising, the effect is incredibly peaceful. That, and the (safe amounts of) solar rays the TARDIS stores and emits through her projected 'sun', is apparently effective in its goal of keeping you on a regular sleep schedule. The Doctor, too, has been benefiting from these modifications you requested. He feels healthier somehow, more energized. And, surprisingly, happier. Although he's not about to admit this to you, or to the TARDIS for that matter.

You smile sleepily as you stretch out your tired limbs.

"M'rnin'" you mumble, before curling back into the Doctor's side.

The Doctor chuckles in response and tugs you closer. He's never been one to pass up an opportunity when it's right in front of him. The cuddling and the holding each other has grown in frequency and ease since that first sleepover/snuggle session/whatever it was, but it still hasn't lost any if its novelty. Or its comfort.

He holds you close for a little while longer until he feels himself starting to drift off again. He's almost asleep when he hears an animal, very close, and from the sounds of it, possibly very angry.

His senses on high alert, he whips his head around the room searching for the danger. If he can identify the creature quickly enough he can hopefully protect his companion in time, should it attack.

Had he left the door to the hatchery open again? He wouldn't put it past himself. It's happened plenty of times in the past. Although, the particular species residing there these days isn't one he feels keen on introducing to you. At least not this way.

He's just creeping off the couch, slowly, not making any sudden movements, when he hears it again.

Finally he identifies it.

You crack one sleepy eye open and frown at him when he busts up laughing. He leans back to his original position and scoops you up into his arms.

"Should I start keeping you in the hatchery?" He asks between chuckles.

You just blink at him in confusion. Suddenly your stomach growls, loudly, demanding it be paid due attention. Your eyes widen and your cheeks color.

"I think I'm hungry." You say, timidly.

The Doctor just laughs louder. You smack him lightly on the chest and he calms down a bit.

"Come on then, we better feed the little beast before it goes on a rampage."

You both climb off the couch reluctantly and let the TARDIS lead you to whatever hallway she placed the kitchen in today.

After eating their meal, you sit together in companionable silence, allowing your brains to wake up for the day. Well, allowing your brain to wake up. His is wide awake now.

His mind is usually spinning a hundred miles an hour every waking minute of the day. And keeping him awake at that. But lately his mind seems to have calmed considerably. It's amazing the affect the woman sitting across from him can have, without even trying.

When you're apparently awake enough to think clearly, you break the silence. "What was that about a hatchery?"

The Doctor manages to restrain himself from laughing any further at her expense, but he can't keep the smirk from his face as he replies.

"Nothing, dear."

"Dear?" You lift a bemused eyebrow.

Panic. Panic panic panic. That's all his mind supplies him at first. Maybe you've made him a little too relaxed. He still manages to come up with a genius cover for his blunder.

"Er, the hatchery. It's nothing. Have one here. Was talking about that. You gonna finish your tea? I'll finish it if you don't want it."

Before you could comment further on the sudden term of endearment, the Doctor swipes your teacup out of your hands and starts guzzling it as though it weren't scalding hot. Which it is.

"I was drinking that!" You cry, your face warring between outrage and confusion. Good.

"Sorry. Just couldn't resist. Yours just looked so much better than mine." The Doctor emphasizes this statement by grabbing his half-full tea cup and tossing it in the sink a few feet away, without even looking behind him. It lands with a crash and he flinches.

You blink owlishly at him. Crisis averted.

"So, where to today, my love?" The Doctor can feel his eyes bulging out of their sockets. His mouth has a mind of its own apparently and it's scheming against him.

You barely have time to get out a confused little "Wha-?" before the Doctor ploughs on ahead for some damage control.

"I was thinking we could visit Burr. Lovely little planet. Bit off the beaten path in the next galaxy over, but the views are spectacular. Interesting people, the Burrans. Manners are a bit different in every culture, you know. Have to follow their rules or risk offending them. Wouldn't want to end up in another jail cell would we?

You look a little distracted but you nod in agreement. "What are their rules of conduct then?"

The Doctor swallows. "Oh nothing too different from what you're used to. Cursties, bows, sirs and ma'ams, the like. And we have to call each other pet names."

"Pet names?" You repeat, as though you hadn't heard him right.

"Pet names." The Doctor smiled innocently.

Suddenly your expression changes from dazed to comprehension. And..is that disappointment?

That is definitely disappointment! It was just a twinge of it and it's gone now but it was there! The Doctor feels like he's won something, though he's not sure what.

You're smiling at him now, clearly amused. "So, are we practicing now then? Um...sweetie?" You cringe after you say it, hiding your face in embarrassment.

He laughs in relief and delight. "Oh, come now, you can do better than that, sugarplum." He's positively beaming now but he can't help it. He's enjoying himself too much with this.

You pull your hands from your face and look him straight in the eye, determination etched in every feature. "Cupcake" you say, clearly fighting off a silly grin.

"Pumpkin" he retorts.

"Honey bear" you fire back.

"Gumdrop" he laughs.

"Buttercup"

"Darling"

"Cuddlebug" you smirk as you say it. You're teasing him, the minx.

He raises an eyebrow. "Sugar lips"

Your mouth hangs open. "You are not calling me 'sugar lips'"!

The Doctor laughs at your expression. "Why not?"

"We've never kissed, so how would you know if my lips are sugary or not, hm? So you can't use that one." You arched a brow as if to say 'checkmate'.

The Doctor just hums a bit. Nodding to himself and debating.

Internal debate over, he leans across the table and places a kiss right on your smirking mouth. You gasp at the contact and he takes the opportunity to pull your bottom lip in between his teeth and sucks on it gently, running his tongue across quickly. You make a little noise and he pulls back just slightly, releasing your bottom lip and placing a little peck to your mouth before returning to his original spot across the table.

The Doctor has never seen you look more flustered than at this moment. You're gaping at him like the cutest little fish and a blush is covering your entire face, your neck, and your ears. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face if he tried.

The Doctor stares your straight in the eyes, licks his lips and says "Yep. Sugary. Almost too sugary. You really do put quite a lot in your tea, don't you?"

You try spluttering out an answer but it's basically gibberish.

"What's that, sugar lips?" The Doctor lifts a smug eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his companion's pretty face. "You- you did that for-? Just because of-?"

Well not just because of the pet-name. Not really because of the pet-name at all. But you don't need to know that.

"Am I well-informed enough to be able to call you sugar lips now, sugar lips?"

"No!"

The Doctor makes a move toward you again, but you splutter quickly "Yes! Okay, yes! You are well-informed. I am in total shock of how well-informed you are." You huff and he sits back down in his chair, well pleased with himself.

"That settles it then. Go get dressed, we'll make a quick pit stop and then off to Burr!" He drums his hands happily on the kitchen table and skips away to set the coordinates.

First stop, a nice little bakery with a nice long line the Doctor can leave his companion in while he sneaks back to the TARDIS.

Second stop, Burr, a century or two before he plans on taking his companion. Spread a rumor here, make a comment there. Pet names will be commonplace etiquette before they know it.

Third stop, back to the bakery, his companion none the wiser.

And then obviously, fourth stop, back to Burr with you.

The Doctor sighs. Another genius idea. The rapid torrent of his thoughts may have calmed down some lately, thanks to his lovely companion, and he might feel more relaxed, but his mind is still as sharp as ever. Sometimes he amazes even himself.

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