#was checking the bathroom radiator and it was not amused

[disabled-dragoon]

My cat has started telling me off for doing things I know I shouldn't be doing- like sitting on the floor- by furiously sniffing and occasionally pawing me until I stop doing the thing

[blushpawss]

period cramps

warning: fluff — soft!sylus taking care of you during your 1st day of period 🩷

main acc: @sushiyuzu

the cramps hit hard, making you double over in bed, clutching at your lower abdomen as the pain radiated through you. you’d tried everything—heating pads, painkillers, lying in every position you could think of—but nothing seemed to ease the discomfort. it was one of those days where your period felt like a heavy weight on your body, and no matter how hard you tried to push through it, you just felt drained.

sylus had been in the other room, giving you space, but it wasn’t long before you heard the soft padding of his feet as he came to check on you. you were curled up on your side, wrapped in blankets, but your face must have given away how much pain you were in.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, his crimson eyes filled with concern. “still bad?” he asked softly.

you nodded, unable to muster the energy to say much. the cramps had you feeling so weak that even answering felt like a chore. instead, you just closed your eyes and tried to breathe through it.

sylus didn’t push for more. instead, he slipped off his shoes and settled himself next to you, his large body filling the space on the bed. without a word, he placed his warm hand on your lower back, rubbing slow circles that were so gentle, you could almost melt into the touch.

“let me help,” he whispered, his voice soothing.

you sighed, grateful for his presence. the way he rubbed your back felt like he was trying to massage the pain away, his hand firm but careful. “it’s just really bad today,” you finally murmured, your voice strained. “nothing’s helping.”

sylus frowned, a flash of frustration passing through his eyes. “i hate seeing you like this,” he admitted, his silver hair falling into his face as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “i wish i could take it all away.”

you felt the weight of his words in the warmth of his touch. he always hated seeing you in pain, especially when there was nothing he could do to fix it. but even in moments like this, when all he could offer was comfort, he did it with so much care that it almost made the pain more bearable.

he stood up briefly, disappearing into the bathroom before returning with a fresh heating pad. he carefully placed it against your lower stomach, adjusting it until it was in the perfect spot. the warmth immediately began to soothe the cramps, at least a little.

“here,” he said softly, sitting back down beside you. “try this.”

you gave him a weak smile, grateful for the gesture. “you’re spoiling me,” you mumbled.

“you deserve it, sweetie,” he replied without hesitation. “especially when you’re feeling like this.”

he lay down beside you again, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. his body was warm, solid, and the way he held you made you feel safe, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay.

“you know,” he said after a few moments of silence, “i read that massaging certain spots can help with cramps.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him through tired eyes. “did you really?”

he smirked, his crimson eyes twinkling with amusement. “i did. i looked it up earlier.”

“i can’t believe you looked that up,” you muttered, feeling a soft laugh escape your lips despite the pain.

“i’ll do whatever it takes,” he said with a shrug, then started gently kneading your lower back in slow, steady motions. “is this okay?”

you let out a long breath, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease under his touch. “yeah,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “that’s perfect.”

his hands worked magic, applying just enough pressure to relax your aching muscles without causing more discomfort. he was slow, deliberate, as if every touch was meant to ease your pain, and you could feel yourself starting to relax under his care.

“just let me take care of you, sweetie,” he murmured softly, his voice low and comforting. “you don’t have to do anything right now. just rest.”

you didn’t argue. the combination of the heating pad and sylus’ gentle massage was starting to lull you into a peaceful state, your body finally beginning to loosen up after hours of tension. the pain was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp, dulled by the warmth of his hands and the feeling of him beside you.

he shifted slightly, pulling you closer so that your head rested against his chest. his heartbeat was steady, a calming rhythm that made you feel more grounded. “i’ll stay right here,” he whispered, his lips brushing the top of your head. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you smiled faintly, your hand resting lightly on his chest as you snuggled into him. “i’m lucky to have you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

“no,” sylus replied softly, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “i’m the lucky one.”

the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside forgotten as he held you close. the pain might not have gone away completely, but having sylus there, his warmth, his touch, made it so much easier to bear.

“just rest,” he whispered again, his voice so soft, like a lullaby. “i’ve got you, sweetie.”

[elizais]

arguments and make ups

when he realises he fucked up,, -dazai x gn reader warnings: nothing too specifically mentioned that you are arguing over

proper fallouts with dazai were uncommon. little bickers were bound to happen yet this had spiraled a little from something you just wanted to ask about. you were asking a genuine question over god knows what, it had been a long day for the both of you and sarcastic answer after sarcastic answer had put you both on your last straws.

stood in the kitchen, he was still joking around and it was frustrating. he's a man too smart for his own good, yet he hadn't realised that you were tired and didn't want to drag anything on. sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose for a moment and looked at him.

"no, osamu, it's not-" you spoke, yet he only heard those 4 painful words. you don't call him that. you don't call him osamu. you call him 'samu or something sweet only he can hear. he became instantly lost in his own thoughts, staring off into space and you saw he wasn't listening to your point.

groaning, you walked into the bedroom. neither of you even remembered why or when this started. he stood there, knowing his sweet nothings wouldn't get him out of this situation. he should have just given you the answer straight up and not wind you up like he would for amusement any other day.

nobody ever called him osamu, at work he was dazai, chuuya called him an array of insults and at home he was 'samu. for someone so clever, and who always has a plan, he would have never planned to upset you. his mind began a competition of what voice inside his head could say 'no' the loudest to every possible solution he came up with.

if he was thinking rationally, he would have known you just wanted two peaceful minutes after a stressful day. he waited until he could hear you turn the shower on before quietly leaving the house after taking some leftovers out of the fridge for you to see when you come out to eat.

he wandered up and down yokohama's streets a little, feeling regretful. he knew you wouldn't hold a grudge but he wasn't going to forgive himself. you always treated him so well, never making him feel like a 'demon prodigy' or half of the 'double black' duo, and you unknowingly proved odasaku wrong. he always thought of how oda's words that claimed "there is no place in this world that can fill your loneliness" died the moment he met you.

osamu checked the time, thinking he should head back. he knew it would take more than a silly keychain of toro inoue to save his case yet he still bought one as he passed a corner shop.

arriving back home, you walked out of the bathroom door as he took off his shoes. he quickly shrugged off his coat and rushed towards you, pressing a chaste kiss to your hairline with a whisper of "give me 5 minutes, love." and hurrying to the bedroom and bathroom to get changed and have a shower - knowing it will boost his chances of getting you to cuddle with him as he apologises.

scrolling on your phone on the couch, you heard soft footsteps plodding over. a man who resembled an ashamed dog with his tail between his legs carefully sat down next to you. not looking up from your phone, you could feel his sorrow radiating off of him.

"darling, you know i-" you cut him off, "'samu, it's just been a long day." you responded calmly, looking up at him before a faint smile tugged at his lips. he could tell you were feeling better and wrapped his arms around you. falling down so that his back was laying on the couch and holding you on top of him.

"i'm sorry" he sprinkled in hundreds of times through peppered kisses on your head. giggles filled the room as he wriggled you around, smiling and forgetting about a silly frustration.

whoops!! accidentally forgot this is a blog with silly little fanfictions - consider this an apology pretty pleaseeee also: sorry for not chatting with my mutuals recently! life got in the way and shit hit the fan for a second!!

[call-sign-shark]

Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions�� And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

[ramayantika]

The Girl in the Bathroom mirror

I peel off every piece of clothing from this warm flesh. Flesh? Body. Limb. Being. Life. Flesh. Yes, flesh. It feels more alive this way.

Across the mirror, she stands. The bulb flickers. Warm amber light dances across her face, she doesn't notice, but I do.

I untie my hair. It falls down my shoulders. Bare skin touched upon by a bunch of soft hair. A strange kind of warmth diffuses through this body. A twisted sensuality dripping down my head, into my eyes, only to enter the heart.

Open hair they say means a free woman. She is not tied to a man. What do I know about men, society and boundaries? I live inside a mirror. I radiate beauty, wisdom and sensuality. Life.

It is amusing. Something forbids me from finding myself across the mirror ahead. Is the girl in the mirror me, or someone who I would like to be? She winks and dances. A hypnotizing beauty. Beauty. I am young, and only a girl – I am obsessed with beauty.

And by checking the last of her fading acne scars, she forgets my brief entry into her. Shiny hair dangling down her back, warmth and admiration filling her limbs beneath a golden flickering light. This is my Art. My work across the mirror.

Cold water drips down, and I no longer feel like a nymph in a hazy dream. I have work and too little time to spend on philosophy and the true nature of beauty.

[blushstories]

now that ive seen u write “You’ll be safe, yeah? You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you’re out.” I simply have to request a scenario in which it happens - maybe r really doesnt think she's going to make it out but she manages it and when she gets to hughie and butcher she's so overwhelmed that she just starts to cry, and soft moments w butcher ensue I CAN SEE IT

screaming, crying, a puddle on the floor rn. let's do this. THIS GOT LONG uhh slight tw for refs to the deeps misogyny

You don't know how Hughie managed it last time. Going undercover, planting a bug. You've only been in the building for ten minutes and you're wrestling with your nerves, trying to keep your heartbeat down and your breath steady.

Your boss at work was sent an NDA from Vought after having one of his office buildings destroyed by Homelander. When you mentioned it during dinner one night, all Butcher saw was an opportunity for infiltration, and the planning began.

The man who's taking your meeting is an Everyman type, dressed well, glasses, matter-of-fact tone of voice. Clipboard in hand, he leads you into the largest meeting room you've ever seen. The windows are floor to ceiling, walls were decorated with flatscreen monitors, and the table with seven seats is shaped in a curve that stretches along the entire back half of the room, leaving large gaps between the seats.

"This is where the Seven usually take meetings," the man says contentedly, taking a seat in the middle. You eye the room warily. "Don't they need it to be available, then?" You ask, wondering about the odds of a member of the Seven walking in. But he simply shrugs with a lucked-out smile. "Fortunately, nothing is booked for the rest of the day. Please, take a seat."

So you do. You begin to listen to him at first, but then you zone out: not only are you supposed to plant a bug, but Butcher gave you a chip to plug into one of the PC's. That would help you gain remote access to the server.

The material of the seat's becoming sticky as you grip onto it, heat radiating from your palms. Your gut has twisted into a maze of knots, a boulder settling into the space between your stomach and diaphragm: you're struggling to breathe properly.

"And to seal the deal, just sign here," you zone into the conversation again just as the man finishes his spiel. "Oh! Let me find a pen for you," his eyes blow wide and apologetic, and he turns away from you to dig through his bag. You notice it's stuffed full; the cuff of a jacket spilling out amongst two notepads and a few packs of tissues. You're amused briefly -- you've never known a man to cary packets of tissues before.

While he's distracted, you slip the bug from the inside of your pocket mirror, pretending you're checking on your makeup. He's struggling to find a pen; packets of tissues fall onto the floor and the rustling's more urgent. He bumbles out an apology but he's still folded over the arm of his chair.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, heat flooding to your cheeks, the backs of your knees. Under the table, you peel off the plastic and stick the bug to the table. While you stuff the plastic into the smallest pocket of your jeans -- with a mental note to flush it later -- the man sits up, flushed and dazed. He holds up the pen for you to take, and you sign the document. Before he can conclude the meeting, you sweetly ask if there's a bathroom you can use.

Footsteps echo loudly in the boardroom, and the further away you get, the more confident you feel. An exhilarating thrill rolls through your body with every heartbeat and you're almost out of the room when red leather boots turn the corner.

You stand rooted to the spot, face to face with one of the most evil people alive. Homelander's eyes meet yours, unblinking, not a soul behind them. He's intimidating; tall, he looks you up and down and sniffs, before a smile spreads onto his face. It reminds you of a clown, a performative mask, hiding his true emotions, preparing to manipulate any situation to his advantage.

You're no match: a sensitive soul with flowers in her eyes. You couldn't dream of a fraction of the acts he's committed. You feel sick to the stomach. He looks up at the man behind the table, "And who's this?" He looks back to you. "Where are you going?"

"NDA client," the man at the back says. "The bathroom," you say as lightly as possible, not wishing to poke the bear. He hums and nods. "Well, you'd better hurry then! I was going to offer you a tour," he sucks air in through his teeth, "but I suppose that's more The Deep's thing, right?" He chuckles at his own 'joke', and your heart thuds in your chest. He looks you up and down, you find your feet and excuse yourself, just catching him roll his eyes at you as you pass.

Hot. You're very hot. It's trickling down your palms and your legs, all tingly and fuzzy. Your cheeks burn with the stress of the encounter, just standing in front of the man has made you want to cry.

But you have one more job. You take a deep breath and continue through the almost empty corridors. While you make your way out, you'll find a computer room. The bathroom appears on a left corner, but the signs say the exit is to the right; the moment you turn, you catch red and blue out of your peripheral vision.

You look up and see, to your relief, the door to the men's bathroom. Without looking, because you already know what you'll see, you spin on your heel and enter the ladies, as if you had misread the signs.

You scan the bathroom stalls, and, confident that they're empty, you catch yourself on a sink. Did he recognise you from somewhere? He must have been able to sense your panic. In which case, he knows you've tried to do something. In which case, he'll follow you out.

In which case, you're screwed.

You swear a few times to yourself, taping the cold ceramic edge with your fingertips. Turning the tap as cold as possible, you let it splash across your inner wrists to help lower your temperature.

Then, you apologise to Butcher under your breath because you need to leave. Now.

You leave the bathroom without looking behind you. Fixing your eyes on the exit signs, you follow them, down a flight of stairs, another hallway, why is this building such a maze? Even though you aren't looking for him, you hear another set of footsteps somewhere distantly behind you. They're heavier, steeped in layer after layer of anguish and rage, except it's only simmering.

When they speed up with you it's an instinctive reaction to look over your shoulder -- and there he is, striding maybe twenty feet behind you.

Everything in your body jolts with white hot fear, you speed up again, keep walking, looking forward, when Annie appears to be walking towards you. All you can hear in your head is "luck, luck, luck!"

As her face becomes clearer, you catch her eye, wasting no time to widen yours, stare intendedly and flick your own behind you. She subtly follows your eyes and then she's gone, not showing any acknowledgement of you at all.

Before you slip into the elevator, you hear Annie's melodic speech drifting through the air, until the doors shut. She saved you. You still want to cry. But there's a camera in the corner, so you stand as still and emotionless as possible, suppressing any trembling that appears like a tortured game of whack-a-mole.

The doors open, you see the exit, and you're finally thinking about the future. Where are they?

"You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you're out."

That's what he said, and now you've turned the corner from Vought and tears are collecting in the corners of your eyes. Scanning the busy streets and avoiding strangers' eye contact. You see his car first, and then you notice the two men leaning against each side, conversing over the roof of the car.

When Butcher sees you approaching, he's only filled with the raw relief that you're alive and begins to smile proudly. But then the sun catches the glistening streaks on your cheeks and your eyes are bloodshot and your shoulders are quirking unnaturally, and dread pools in his stomach. His gut has been hacked into and when you throw your arms around his neck and begin to cry, he assumes the worst.

"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry, I tried..." your eyelashes tickle his neck, tears seeping into the collar of his shirt. He's startled, and it takes him a moment to slide one arm around your back and hold your head into his shoulder with his other hand. He looks at a wide-eyed Hughie, who is speechless, features weaved with concern. His thumb gently rubs circles into your hair, and he's bewildered.

Your body shakes against his, so his grip tightens around you while he tries to keep you steady. He hooks his arm around your waist in case your legs give up on you, and he looks helplessly at Hughie. You've never been like this before.

"Christ," he whispers to himself. You're holding onto him for dear life. He begins to rub circles onto your back, making a point to breathe deeply to trick your subconscious into copying him. He kisses the top of your head, and lingers. His breath brushes against your head, his grip the only tether you have to Earth.

When your breaths slow down, you squeeze him again tightly. He pulls you away and swipes at the tears below your eyes.

"What happened?" He asks so gently, so sincerely, that you don't have words yet. From your pocket, you retrieve the chip and hold it out, sniffling. He takes it and frowns, in dialogue with himself, and he looks at Hughie.

You can't decipher the look they've shared but Butcher doesn't say anything when his attention is on you again, already catching more tears with his thumb.

Habitually, you look to the floor, but Butcher's hand at your jaw gently maintains your eye contact. "The bug?" You nod, hoping that the fact will make him less annoyed with you. That you haven't failed. He considers this with satisfaction, and pockets the chip.

"I'm so sorry, Billy, I tried to do both but--" Your voice shatters like glass as a new wave of emotion hits you. But he's patient: only Hughie can see that he's beating himself up for doing this to you. It's obvious in the tick of his jaw, the twitching of his fingers, it's written in the creases of his eyebrows.

"When I was leaving," you clear your throat. "Homelander walked into the boardroom. I lied about going to the bathroom so I could find somewhere for the chip but he followed me, and I just kept thinking, what if he catches me? Am I getting out alive? Will I see you again?"

Billy doesn't blink. Hughie doesn't even think he's breathed. His features soften and he leans forward to press a firm kiss to your forehead. "Oh, love. I am so sorry," he whispers into your skin. "I won't make you do that again, yeah?" His eyes narrow when he pulls back, "Did he hurt you? 'Cos I swear to God, that cunt's had it comin' for a while now." You shake your head, he thumbs at your cheek.

"No, no, Annie," Hughie perks up at the mention of her name. "She saw me and distracted him. If it wasn't for her, I would've been trapped in the elevator with him."

A beat.

"I'm sorry," you say again. Butcher shakes his head, eyebrows pulling together. He kisses you tenderly on the lips.

"Listen. The bug may be all we need, the light at the end of this bleedin' tunnel. And you did that, yeah?" He's trying to be optimistic, he's never optimistic. You offer him a small smile. "I won't let the bastard hurt ya. If you're in any sort of trouble," he finds himself saying, "you call me." He slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

"If we need the bug, Y/N, we'll figure it out. Let's get you home," Hughie says with a kind smile. He opens the back door instead of the passenger, and slides in.

You sit in the passenger seat, trembling slightly, but Butcher puts his hand on your knee when he sees it bounce. He inhales deeply before starting the car, already thinking up ways of distracting you and helping you forget the entire thing.

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (16)

Moonlight streaming in from the windows makes the puddles I leave behind me look like broken glass. The walk from the bathroom Venetia and I share is short, so I don’t bother putting on any clothes to get back to my room, just wrapping myself in my towel until I’m behind the safety of my door. Back into my room, closing the door as I go, and then drop my towel. 

“Wow. Hello to you too.”

A spike of adrenaline shoots through me, and I whip around, grabbing the nearest hard object to me (a very ornate paperweight that sits on the desk by the door), and preparing to throw. 

Perched on my bed, Farleigh raises his hands, placating. “Don’t throw that at me.”

I only half relax, setting the paperweight back down on the desk. “You can’t just surprise me like that.” I hiss. “I’m naked!”

Farleigh mimics my angry face back at me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before?”

I’m about to protest until the memory of lounging in the field resurfaces in my mind. He’s right, technically, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still a little angry. “Okay? You still scared the shit out of me-”

“Not my fault you walk into your room backwards.” He says. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”

I purse my lips. I’m not over it, but I don’t want to argue forever. “Why are you here Farleigh?” I deadpan, picking my towel up from the floor. 

I watch him roll his eyes as I drape my towel over the back of the desk chair, and then move to the dresser, rifling through the mess of clothes in the drawers to find something to sleep in. “No need to be so rude.” He says. “I have something to tell you.”

I pull a pair of boxers loose, and slip into them. A soft bralette is next. “What kind of something?”

I plop down on top of the duvet next to him, and he crosses his legs the way he does when he’s getting ready to tell a story. “I told Felix about Venetia and Oliver.”

“Yeah.” I say. “I figured, from the way he was pouting at breakfast.”

“And so, naturally, I expected Felix to give Oliver the boot. But instead, when we’re in the library after dinner, he goes on this long string about how I shouldn’t lie just to keep myself entertained, and it wasn’t fair to either V or Ollie to say that.” Farleigh says, his voice low, even though it’s just the two of us in the room. “Which means, that little shit told Felix it wasn’t true, and Felix fucking believed him.”

He watches me with wide eyes as the information processes in my mind. “How the hell did he swing that one?” I say. “I mean, he was literally up her skirt-”

“He must be ridiculously good at giving head if he’s got Felix wrapped around his finger this bad.” Farleigh says. “I mean, Felix could have asked anyone else, and checked, but, no, of course Oliver is telling the truth.”

I let out a long, low whistle as I flop back against my pillows, looking up at the ceiling. This changes a lot of things - my perception of Oliver, for one. I’d never really thought all that much of him before, not that he’d really ever given me a reason to, but between the way Venetia talked about him trying to dom her into eating, and now how he’s knowingly thrown Farleigh under the bus, he begins to take a more sinister shape in my mind. I don’t know what his game is, but I’m beginning to think that he has one. 

Farleigh makes himself comfortable, sprawling out beside me on the mattress, fluffing the pillows behind him. I can feel the heat radiating off him when he’s this close, and for a minute, I want to ask him about our little nighttime happening, but I keep my tongue. He didn’t come here to talk to me about that. 

“Venetia told me he was trying to dom her into eating.” I say. 

Farleigh rolls so that he’s laying on his side, facing me. The expression on his face is a mixture of shock and amusement. “What.”

I shift onto my side too, placing an arm under my head. “She said he said something about how pretty she was, and how she really should eat, I mean, she didn’t give me a word for word transcript of their dirty talk or anything, but she seemed pretty into it.” 

The fact that he lied to Felix screws Venetia over too, I realize. If he’s worried more about Felix being comfortable than Venetia’s feelings, there’s no way he’s going to make the same mistake twice. And by the look on her face when she was telling me about him, I have no doubts that she’ll try to get him again.

Farleigh’s nose wrinkles as he grins. “God, he’s such a fucking pussy.” He laughs. 

“Do you think Felix will be mad at V?” I ask. 

Farleigh snorts. “Without a doubt. I mean - has she told you about Eddie?”

I nod.

Farleigh shifts on the bed. “Case in point.”

A frown finds its way between my lips. “If he didn’t want Felix to find out, why’d he do it in the first place?” I say. “I mean, it’s Felix’s fucking house, he’s going to find out if his friend is having sex with his sister one way or another.”

“It’s the closest he’ll probably ever get to actually fucking Felix.” Farleigh says. “I mean, you’ve seen how he looks at him.”

I have - it’s hard to miss, with how wide and blue Oliver’s eyes are, and how often he has them locked on Felix. 

“It’s a little funny, because you look at Venetia in almost the exact same way.” He continues, that wry smile coming to sit on his lips. 

I roll my eyes. “I thought we were done with this.” 

“Done with what?” Farleigh asks. He sounds sincere enough, but the look on his face betrays him. 

“You calling me V’s dog.” I say, shifting infinitesimally closer to him. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, Farleigh. I mean, you bring it up often enough.”

The smirk on his lips wavers. The excitement in his eyes doesn’t.

“But, that’s not the case, right?” I say, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Surely you’re not jealous?”

The same electricity that I felt on the roof last night returns tenfold as he opens his mouth. “No.” It’s laced with a taunt, almost begging me to press just a little harder. Force him to crack. 

“You can tell me, if you are.” I say, dropping my voice. His eyes meet mine, and I can see myself in the reflection. “We’re friends, and I know how to keep a secret.”

His eyes flutter shut, just for a second. “I might be a little jealous.”

“And I might have been thinking about last night all day.” I say, offering up my own confession and evening out the playing field. 

Farleigh leans in a little closer. “Really?”

“Maybe.” I say. 

The conversation dies, and I glance down at his lips, and then back up to his eyes. We’re pressed close enough that I can feel his breath against the tip of my nose, and our knees brush together from the way that we’re laying. I watch him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and his eyes trace down my face. It would be so easy to close the distance between us. 

A gentle knock on the door of my room breaks the trance, and I sit up, turning to see Venetia poke her head in. When she sees Farleigh on the bed, she smiles. 

“Sorry.” She says. “I just wanted to see if you’d braid my hair, but if you’re busy-”

I glance back at Farleigh, and grin, the same teasing smile that he points at me so often. “No, I’m not doing anything. Come sit.”

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[ran-orimoto]

{I’ve…Forgot to crosspost my Junzumi one-shots here again. Sorry🥲. I just feel embarassed sharing my writing here, but I know you asked me to, so I’ll learn to feel more comfortable lmao💕}

[ NOTE: Junpei and Izumi are respectively 26 and 25. The one-shot from this month is sillier than usual and it features a hc I have got about older Izumi liking sewing. Even if my adult Izumi is into cooking, I love imagining her still retaining a love for fashion she can express in her own ways. I like Izumi modelling, ok, but I’m not a fan of it, especially if I take in account the …Creepy scenes she, 10 y.o kid, got in the past. You know, it’s hard to see it in a good light⭐️.]

•Il vento e le sue innumerevoli sorprese•

When he stormed into the bedroom with a note of nervousness accompanying the drumming of his steps, it had just dawned on her she had exhausted her attention and focus on the boring book she was reading. Due to that haste he had stepped out of the bathroom with, he had accidentally left the door opened and now a generous crack was inviting her to stretch her neck and spot some hints of the tempest he had created in there: a crumpled carpet pushed against the tiles of the wall, a pile of familiar clothes abandoned on the floor as if they were nothing more than rags, tired towels peeking out from the edge of the bathtub and being about to slip off it, the most disparate objects scattered on the flooded surface of the sink.

Oh well, she would be the worst kind of hypocrite if she decided to scold him because of that mess: she couldn’t absolutely lie about the fact an hour before that poor bathroom had had to go through another hurricane, making both discover in awe they could add another personality trait in the list of…Lovely flaws they shared.

“What’s the matter? Che c’è?” She couldn’t help bursting in gusts of laughters, but the defined sight of a stout young man in elegant attire froze the dance of those bursts in the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom.

She wasn’t that certain about what she could say, what she wanted to say and she wasn’t when it came to him, either. She didn’t know if he had imagined she would squeal at him and throw herself in his arms, cooing at how handsome he looked, but he should know her well by now, shouldn’t he? He should know she wasn’t that kind of woman and yet…

And yet…

Tossing her book aside, she crawled to the other edge of the bed, near to where he was regulating the strap of his watch. He checked how tight it felt on his wrist, proceeding to repeat the ritual again, and unexpectedly ignored the curious green of large cat eyes inspecting his figure with an enchanted caution.

After a year spent following his bustling tenor career from such a close perspective, she had grown used to seeing him dressing up for special occasions; to observing him shifting from his usual scruffy appearance to an utterly alienating and refined look. She would often get the destabilizing sensation of being in the company of someone else whenever that happened, her voice and sarcasm evaporating in thin air, her wary hand remaining suspended in the air until he would grab it.

However, she had soon realized it would take a simple, goofy smile in her direction to make that illusion vacillate and eventually break. Obviously, in that room with her, standing next to the foggy windows of the incoming venetian winter, there was no one else but the awkward Junpei she had always known.

“This looks so bad,” He muttered to himself with a head shake as he passed his palm down the fabric of his tie. “No, no, it isn’t just bad. It terribly sucks. Definitely.”

She was feeling way too cold to stand up, as at that time in the morning the radiators were still heating up and slowly warming the apartment, but her voice could have the same effective power as her persuading caresses on his shoulders.

“How can you say that? That misted window hardly looks like a good mirror.” She raised an eyebrow in amusement at the way it seemed he was really trying identifying his reflection in there, in the thickest grey of a glacial weather. “Besides…I was thinking you actually look nice.” His back straightened all of a sudden in response. “You look really nice.”

Then, he surrendered to the urge to turn to her and he showed her his blissful face, -because it was really enough to compliment him with the most ordinary and driest existing words to make him feel like the luckiest man on Earth-.

“I look nice,” He repeated in disbelief, the chocolate in his eyes seeming to be melting and being about to stain his pail blue shirt. “I guess I can’t do anything about it: if Izumi says so, it’s because it’s true.”

It is , That whisper prudently advanced through her most inner thoughts, gaining self-esteem at each surpassed millimeter. It became way too cheeky at the end of its fast journey, though, and Izumi found herself smirking, complacent.

Junpei greatly appreciated that feline expression on her porcelain face and probably started feeling a bit more confident about his outfit, just like that whisper of hers had. Actually, he accumulated enough self-esteem to hop in front of her, spread his legs and arms and theatrically put his black waistcoat and brown trousers on display.

“Ta-da!” He chirped at her, as he made his fingers vibrate like if they were sparklers without fire and light, and she spontaneously applauded at that improvised, silly show to exchange his playful mood.

Still, while her pupils were taking a more careful tour down his robust silhouette, focusing on those details she hadn’t been able to catch at first, she started feeling like something looked off. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was until she got onto his feet. That was the reason why her gaze wasted a whole minute of embarassing silence repeatedly going up and down, -from his neck to his knees-, making her fantasy go wild and brainstorm in the most different ways: did he need a hat? One of those Fedora hats that could turn any man in a perfect dandy? Could it be she needed to see him with shoes on well? And now that she thought about that, what kind of shoes had he picked? Don’t tell me he’s chosen to wear trainers!, She sweated at the only imaginary draft of such a horrid decision.

But she fortunately pushed her irises further, down onto the wood floor.

“Uh, have you changed your mind?” He murmured, confused but also slightly anxious. His hands still in the air, he glued his spheres onto her pensive features as his legs started creating a more and more evident distance between each other.

“No, no, it’s just that…”

“It’s just that…? Don’t tell me you want me to wear a bow.”

“No, Junpei, it’s just that your trousers are too long,” She pointed at the mass of linen falling on his socks. “Or your legs are too short,” She let out a chuckle at that teasing remark and ,as if on cue, as if they had been offended by her, Junpei’s legs ceased to his bizarre position by gliding in a painful split.

Izumi didn’t pay attention to the first time of the day he had fallen and hurt himself. At that moment her ears were only listening to her unbridled rambling, no matter Junpei’s whining was covering half of it and turning part of her plans into a mash of incoherent sounds.

“That hurts so much,” He complained, massaging his backside. “These trousers are so uncomfortable even during falls. They have got these stupid buttons on the butt. How will I be able to si-“

“Junpei!” She turned to him again, flames of an excitement he couldn’t interpret at all burning the grass in her eyes. “ Torno subito”.

“ What does it mean torno subito?!” He exclaimed in bewilderment, his jaw dropping at her blonde hair flying away from him, at her taking off at the speed of a butterfly beat. “Ohi, Izumi!” He called her, still struggling to walk properly and slowening down the pace of his brief march to the corridor. From there, he could hear her searching for something among a bunch of objects, opening and closing old drawers and making the stuff inside of them vacillate in the process.

She returned to him after not even a minute with a lovely-looking box in her arms. It was covered by a layer of colourful drawings featuring shapes Junpei couldn’t immediately recognize. By the time he did, -and he sent a chill down his spine right in that instant-, Izumi had already opened the box and had already revealed its content without explanation.

“Iz-Izuzu,” He stuttered as he joined her on the mattress in comical shock. His orbs seemed to enlarge before the view of that tidy kit or, more precisely, before the one of a pair scissors, a bunch of needles and pins, a traditional tape measure, a series of motley fabric rolled on themselves and, finally, also an object he thought he had never seen before.

“This is a thimble,” She pulled the cylindrical item out of its dug nest and showed him the easy way her index slipped in its empty cavity. She allowed him to try mimicking her gesture, but it wasn’t a surprise his fingers, -each of them, not only his index-, were too big and thick to fit in such a small spot. However, he kept on weighing and holding it in his palm to analyze it properly, gradually finding himself being ensnared by its minuscule engravings.

“A thimble keeps you from hurting yourself while sewing,” Izumi promptly clarified, getting silent yet vivacious nods from him. “My mother bought this one from Sardinia. We also have got a very old one whose top is totally pitted.”

His head continued swinging at every single letter her lips would weave. One after the other, they were making his heart drown in an endless stream of admiration, even though he wasn’t actually absorbing that treasure of knowledge she was sharing. And she did know it.

Actually, at a certain point, it became impossible for her not to begin giggling once more because of all that eager agitation next to her.

“You seem to have never seen a sewing kit in your life.”

“It’s kinda true, though?” He woke up from his dreamy trance and looked up at the ceiling, in search of possible memories he had buried somewhere, without actually wanting to. “My mother has always been too busy with her job to think about this stuff. If she happened to spot a hole in my clothes, she would throw it away and buy me something else. La Signora Orimoto is just another kind of mother, completely different from mine. I kinda…Envy you sometimes.”

Izumi wished she could bite her tongue with aggressiveness and punish her lack of tact with an unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, for her frustration, her coward teeth remained still on the scared muscle, convincing her to cross another route; one she surprisingly dived in without hesitation. Indeed, at the very first step she took in that direction, she felt a a beautiful sense of release.

“Well, now you have got a girlfriend who can sew and will hem your pants.”

”And-And-“ That name she had used to label herself made him gulp so loudly he almost got scared. “And I can’t just believe my-my-my girlfriend is as unpredictable as the wind for real.”

“I started learning from Mamma after I got into modelling. It would make me so satisfied to fix those dresses they would give me as presents. Most of them were so ugly, hideous, and they would have remained in my closet, if I hadn’t done anything about them.”

“You could become a stylist too!” He highlighted enthusiastically with a clap. “You can really be anything, Izumi. You aren’t only the most talented, charming, beautiful cook in the world! Now you’re also the most talented, charming, beautiful seamstress in the world!”

She bended forward to crack a smile at his delighted wonder.

“All this encouragement is making me want to fix your outfit too,” She reached out to fiddle with his tie. “I like this outfit but I can change some little flaws I’m not that convinced about. Or I could mind my business for this time, what do you think?”

“Again, what I think is that I hope you don’t want to replace my tie with a bow…That would make me look like an emperor penguin. Takuya and Kouji would laugh at me for the whole night, even Tomoki would. And I don’t want that.”

Making her attention land on her kit again, she picked a needle and her scissors, and put them near to her thigh. Once chosen the tools she would use, her hand kept on absently hovering over the opened box, but it wasn’t because she had just got a new idea out of blue.

“Where are you all going?” She asked him after having defeated a pang of jelousy and suspect. Discovering her closest friends, her family, were going to hang out without having invited her was incredibly demoralizing. She prepared herself to cross her arms and pout at Junpei for a whole day as a reaction to a predictable “It’s just a boys’ night”. In reality, though, she had already begun glaring at him. She couldn’t just help it.

“Well, y’ know,” He stood up to clearly avoid the mistral she was summoning over him. He fairly grew bashful, -oh if she could understand why he would!-, and even started finding it difficult to look at her in the eye, -otherwise why would he show his back to her and not face her like he was supposed to? “A dear person to me is starting working in a restaurant this Saturday night and we all are going to cheer for her during her first night there, eh eh.”

Her grip shaking a bit, she threw herself against his chest and grabbed his cheeks between her palms.

“You bought this outfit to impress me that night ?”

“And to impreff your magnificent food,” He merrily joked, his silver tongue weakening because of her affectionate pinches on his puffy skin. Then, it passed from sounding like a frail autumnal leaf to plunging in a thunderstruck mutism.

“You’ve dug your own grave, Great Detective Shibayama. Do you know that?” Her mint fused with her chocolate to give birth to the most distinctive flavour they both had ever tasted.

”Uh?” Dazzled, he protruded his lips in a restless expectation. He risked to lose his balance for a second time when she abruptly let him go.

“Listen: go to the toilet before I start, because I don’t want to hear you saying you need to go peeing while I’m at work. I don’t know how much it will take, ok?”

A change of heart told her she wasn’t going to keep her promise to mind her business any more.

[epiphyllous]

resistance (Malleus/Reader)

notes: omorashi kink, NSFW (R18), established relationship, gn reader "you", nsfw nothing explicit but pee is mentioned... u have been forewarned, mildly possessive malleus, sub!reader

~1.5k words

Therein lies the conundrum: Malleus would rather have you stay in his arms than let you go to the bathroom. 

It's a morning where you share Malleus' bed with him instead of yours. The gray decor has even grown on you despite your initial reticence, and strangely enough, even the statue that sits at the corner of his bedroom is a comfortably familiar sight.

Malleus' legs entangled with yours and his chest against your back is also an increasing familiarity. 

You awake and it is still early in the day based on the amount of light that makes it past the blinds of his window.  It's too early to get up for school and not late enough for you to warrant feeling restless to get out of bed, though it is doubtful you would feel this way with Malleus holding you so. 

That being said, as much as you love the way you can hear his steady breathing and feel the warmth radiate from his body against yours, duty calls-- and it is urgent. 

You sigh in frustration as quietly as you can, cursing the fact that your bladder can only hold so much before you feel the need to relieve yourself. You often feel lulled to sleep again from the comfort of Malleus' embrace, and often without even realizing it, and it seems this is one of those times. You want to glance at the clock at Malleus' bedside to check for the time, but when you find that you cannot even crane your neck to check, you give up. There's a completely different type of alarm trying to get you out of bed anyways.

Defeated, you slip your arms out of the comfortable position it has found holding onto Malleus, hoping that it doesn't wake him. It doesn't work out that way-- not that it has ever before with how much of a light sleeper Malleus is-- as Malleus' breath hitches and he tightens his hold on your instinctively as he wakes up. 

"Sorry, Malleus," you whisper, feeling fond as you hear him mumble into your neck. "I really need to go pee. I'll come back in a bit." 

You try again to peel his arms from you, only to realize that your legs are also trapped between his. In fact, the moment you notice this, he seems to wrap them more effectively around you, as if trying to convince you to stay. 

"Come on, Mal," you say, amused. "I'm serious, I really need to go. Like real bad." 

"Must you?" You hear Malleus say, fairly petulant. "I do not wish for you to leave my embrace." 

"Me neither," you tell him. "But if I don't go, I might actually pee myself, so..." You try again to pull yourself away and find that his grip has neither slackened nor weakened. Your bladder is no less needy and you begin to frown at this delay.

"Mal."

He hums, distractingly nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. His hand that was holding onto yours trail absently to the base of your abdomen. You shiver involuntarily; it does not make matters better. "Mal," you say, your heart beginning to quicken from the urgency. Your voice begins to adopt a hint of delirium. "Mal, if I don't go, I'm literally going to pee all over your bed."

There is only a slight pause before he says, "Go ahead."

Your breath hitches without your permission. You think he can't possibly be serious.

"Malleus," you find yourself explaining desperately, "it's going to be such a huge mess if I did that. I'm not going to be able to look anyone in the eye if they see us cleaning this up."

"I'll tell them I did it."

"As if they'll believe that." 

You try again to distance yourself from Malleus with no luck. You're able to move less than you did before, and even though that should do nothing but worry you, you find yourself breathless at the reminder that he is so much stronger than you. It is an abrupt and perhaps late realization, but there is a high chance that Malleus will actually not let you go.

"M-Malleus," you say, voice trembling. Your breathing picks up. "Malleus, please."

"You said you needed to go, did you not?" Malleus says, and you close your eyes at the feeling of his warm breath as your ears. (And what a tease! What a tease he has become-- you've truly created a monster to your liking.) "You are free to relieve yourself right here. Or... do you need help doing so?" 

You squeal when he presses his hand down on your bladder, your legs trying to kick to no avail as he traps them down with his own. "Malleus," you cry out, hand pressing on your mouth to keep the unwarranted gasps that escape from you.

You clench your legs together, trying to squirm away from Malleus. The more you try to escape, the more he pulls you closer to him. The hand on your bladder stays even with all the movement, and you close your eyes, feeling tears at the effort you're putting to control your urges. 

You whine out his name, fighting against his immovable strength. Your breathing is erratic and just when you think there is nothing more Malleus can do, he makes you jump in surprise when he bites into your neck, his fangs grazing against your skin. It is only for a moment, but you let go with a yelp.

Your face pricks with how fast it warms and reddens, mortified by the fact that a little has already escaped. You scramble to clench your legs again, but it feels too little too late; releasing just the slightest pressure from your bladder feels divine, and you feel a sob bubble up from inside of you from shame of it all.

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Malleus soothes, and you whine out his name as he persists, rubbing deep circles into your bladder. "Let it all out. I have you right here with me." 

You close your eyes at the thought of it, but with Malleus tracing kisses down the back of your spine and his calm voice urging you, you think briefly that you have reached the end of the road. You hesitatingly relax your legs and let go.

Your breath hitches when you feel the warmth escape from you, and even if you decided to change your mind and stop, you couldn't. Malleus holds you steady as you slowly and gradually empty your bladder. You feel the wetness between your legs and the way the liquid trails down to seep into the bed, and you could cry from the embarrassment. Just how much will it keep going? Were you getting Malleus wet too? Could he feel the both of you get wet, the fluid seeping into the mattress and into your clothes? 

But you could also cry from the way it feels to finally relax after hours of holding it all in as well, and the way Malleus makes you feel safe despite the humiliation. Your voice hiccups as your stream comes to an end, Malleus never once stopping the way he traces his nails lightly across your skin and murmuring comfortingly into your ears. 

"Feel better?" Malleus asks eventually when you've calmed down. He kisses you gently on the shoulder as you sniffle, feeling uncannily needy as you nod and turn your face to bury it into his chest. He welcomes you in his arms-- after all, this scenario was of his design, and he is not one to squander the opportunity he has made for himself to hold you. (That, and he would have never anticipated the way you're acting now-- pliant, vulnerable, and demanding for his comfort.) 

"I feel wet," you say petulantly, and he's glad you cannot see the indulgent smile on his face. 

"I'll clean you up, dearest." He can't help but press a kiss to your hair; he suspects if you were a cat, you would be purring. "Is that to your liking?"

You nod wordlessly, and it takes much of Malleus' discipline to not keep you in bed any further (the bed is wet, after all). Never letting go of you, he takes the covers off of the bed and carries you in his arms to his personal restroom. 

If you're feeling needy, then he shall provide whatever you need until you are satisfied. It's only fair, after you’ve indulged in his selfish whims. 

(Though if you truly protested, with the secret phrase known only between the two of them, he would have stopped. It seems that the two of you may have yet another thing to explore together…

Magic makes the clean-up oh-so-much-more convenient.)

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[fluffytriceratops]

Forever & Always.

Iris belongs to @digitl-art-monstr + Alba & Ro belong to @rheawritesforfun !

Read Iris’ parts here: Part One & Part Two.

Read Alba’s part here: Wedding Night.

Read Ro's part here: Pillow-fort Talk.

Notes: Here you are, here’s your food— I loved this little series so much I just had to write a teeny addition to it! I had the day off today so I spent the majority of the time doing chores, dancing in my kitchen, and pulling this from my ass. I can’t be bothered to edit it properly so it might be full of mistakes, but eh— just ignore em. X’D I hope you enjoy it anyway! Take care of yourselves!! HAVE THE MANY VIRTUAL HUGS!!! <333

Warnings: mature language, mild nsfw/sexual mentions,

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @leosgirl82 @drowninghell @post-apocalyptic-daydream @squirrelfurs @raphslovemuffin80 @raphielover @tmntspidergirl

(If you want to be tagged in my future TMNT related posts, feel free to let me know and I’ll happily add you!)

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“Well, that was rather unexpected.” Kristina mumbled as Raph helped Donnie off the floor. Too drunk to even walk back to his own hotel room properly. The purple masked terrapin had just finished his little karaoke performance. It was practically radiating passion and heat. All of it directed towards the red haired kitsune.

“Tell me about it.” Ro murmured, swirling the remnants of her drink in her glass. Mikey all but glued to her hip.

Kris took a sip of her own alcoholic beverage, glancing around the room for Iris, taking quick notice that she was no where in sight. “Where is Gigi?” She asked, brow raised quizzically. She locked eyes with both Ro and Mikey, who simply shrugged their shoulders and joined her in glancing around the room. Kris let out a small hum and set her drink on the bar, waltzing away in a specific direction in hopes of finding her friend. However, she didn’t have much luck.

She was still looking when a large pair of arms wrapped around her torso. Kristina gasped in surprise as her back was pulled flush against her husbands chest. She peeked up at Raphael through her feathered lashes and chuckled in amusement as he rubbed his snout against her cheek. “You smell good—“

“Have you seen Iris?” She was on a mission to make sure her friend was okay, and no one was going to get in her way of that. Even if that special someone was her supposed soulmate.

Raph blinked at the sudden question, “I saw her run to the bathroom earlier, but— hey, where are you going?” Kris was quick to leave his warm embrace and make her way in that direction. Ignoring Raphael’s whines and complaints. Celebrating Leo and Alba’s love reminded him of the love he held for his own wife. It felt like just yesterday they were holding a similar (kinda) party for their own wedding celebration.

Unfortunately, when Kris got to the bathroom Iris was no where in sight. This made the brunette pout. She placed her hands on her hips and left the room in search of Alba, hoping that perhaps she’d have some decent answers. It didn’t take long for Kristina to find her. She and Leonardo were almost always together and he was pretty easy to spot. The long haired maiden ignored Lee’s whines and grabby hands, simply brushing him off as she talked to his wife.

“So I went to check on Iris after Raph came back from escorting Donnie, but—“ Kris briefly explained that Iris was no where in sight, and the only thing of her’s she managed to find was an intimate clothing item. She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Donnie’s echoing moan cut her off. Kristina’s face heated and she smiled at Alba rather sheepishly. Who had a tiny flush to her own cheeks at the realization. “Well.. I think I found her..” Kristina caught Leo’s smirk and huffed in amusement. She opened her mouth to say something when Raph cleared his throat from behind her, and she jumped at his sudden proximity. She still wasn’t used to his ninja skills. After all these years one would think she’d be able to see a giant mutant turtle coming her way. “I say we turn up the music—“ another moan cut him off and he winced. He gave Mikey a look and Mikey gave the DJ a signal and then everyone was partying as if they had never heard the sounds in the first place.

For the remainder of the night, Kristina tried to ignore what she had heard along with the intimate tension around Alba and Leo. More so the latter, who she noticed couldn’t keep his eyes off of his wife. He was practically salivating just at the sight of her. Kris made some sly comments about “watching out for drool” and “keeping his mouth closed so he wouldn’t catch flies”. Every time she passed him. He’d say something snarky in return, which she simply found amusing. Kris and Raph spent some time at the bar, but they made sure to drink responsibly. Opting to be the “sober” ones of the group, just so they can keep an eye on everyone. But having a drink or two wouldn’t hurt. Then Kristina did some karaoke. Was it good? Not at all! But Raphael cheered her on anyway! Exclaiming proudly to anyone who’d listen that she was his wife. They also spent a lot of time mingling and dancing. They were slow dancing together when they realized that people were starting to leave. Leo and Alba were no where in sight. And Kris couldn’t really feel her feet anymore so they decided to call it a night. They said their goodbyes and made their way to their own hotel room.

Raph offered to carry her, but Kris didn’t mind the walk. Insisting it’d be good for her. Kristina had taken her heels off and was walking barefoot down the hallway to their room. Swaying a bit in her tired and mildly tipsy state. Raph was carrying her shoes in one hand, his other was wrapped tightly around her much smaller one. When they finally got into their hotel room, Kris wobbled to their bed and flopped face first into their mattress. Letting out a muffled sigh.

Raphael snickered at the scene and locked the door behind them, placing her shoes gently on the floor. “Can you believe that Leo and Alba are married?” He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside.

Kris rolled on her side so she could look at him, watching him undress with a tired smirk. “I can. They’ve been together for so long, and it’s about time we’re not the only married ones.” She yawned and forced herself to get up, “Can you unzip me?”

“Guess so—“ His eyes dropped to the small of her back, which was exposed to him due to a slit/hole in her black dress. Her dress that hugged all her curves perfectly. In all the right places. Kristina unpinned her hair, allowing it to fall and cascade down her back. She drew her hair over her shoulder, exposing the zipper. He caught a lovely waft of her soft perfume. Kristina saw the far off look in his eyes from over her shoulder and she snorted, clearing her throat to catch his attention. “Earth to Raphael?”

“Huh?”

“Get a little distracted there big guy? C’mon, unzip me!”

“Oh, right!” Raphael’s big hands fumbled with the tiny zipper. Face hot with all the lewd thoughts that managed to crawl into his mind. He managed to get it undone and Kris wasted no time slipping out of it. Exposing her bare breasts and cute little pink panties. She also had a lovely bunch of fading hickeys all over from a few nights ago. Cleverly placed so no one would spot them. Raph didn’t even bother hiding his stare as she sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair. Kris caught his eye and snickered. “Now look who’s drooling~” She cooed, getting up and making her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

His hand caught her wrist and she was pulled against him. Chest pressed against his plastron. His mouth placed on top of her’s feverishly. Kris’ eyes widened but she took no hesitance in kissing him back. She giggled lightly at him and pulled away a tiny bit. “We can’t—“

Raph smirked against her lips in return, “Why not?”

“We’re supposed to be the responsible one’s, remember?” She placed a hand on his plastron and pushed him away, matching his smirk with one of her own. Raph sighed exasperatedly. “How am I supposed to be responsible when you’re teasing me like that?” He gestured to what she was wearing and Kris rolled her eyes. “I’m your wife. You can have me anytime you want me. Just not tonight.” She wagged her finger at him and grabbed an over sized shirt, pulling it over her head. “Better?”

Raph dragged his gaze up and down her and she snorted, waving him off and walking into the bathroom. “You’re hopeless.”

“Not my fault I have a sexy wife.” He sauntered after her, grabbing his own toothbrush and getting ready for bed. “Not even a little fondling? A heavy make out? Waist above stuff?”

Kristina looked at him in the mirror, her expression was answer enough. She finished brushing her teeth, ignoring her husbands grumblings and began to wash her face. “Can we cuddle at least?” She laughed at that. “Of course we can cuddle.”

“Ah good. I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be able to touch you at all.”

“Stop being a baby. It’s one night! We need to set a good example.” She left the room and once again, he followed her. Kristina began to fluff up her pillows and draw the blanket back, eagerly sliding underneath.

“We do set a good example. A healthy sex life is a good example.” He did the same, taking his mask off and setting it on the bedside table before crawling into bed. And on top of her. With his arms on either side of her head, he hovered above her. Lips inches away from her own. “From what we heard earlier, the walls are super thin here. The last thing we need is everyone knowing that besides your two younger brother’s, who are most definitely getting some, we did too. Besides… I’m tired..” Raphael laughed softly and placed a few loving kisses to her face. All which she happily accepted.

“If you were too tired, you could’ve just said so. No need to make up all this responsible bull—“

“We are the responsible ones!”

“Even still~” He brushed her hair away from her face, starring down at her with all the adoration in the world. Kristina felt like she was falling in love with him all over again. “I have work tomorrow-“

“I know.”

“And we’re still celebrating with the family later-“

“I’m aware.”

“Plus I promised a friend we’d babysit-“

“I was there.”

“I’m running on 48 hours without sleep-“

“I told you to go to bed, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“I had to study!”

Raph’s lips twitched up in a crooked smile, “I’m just teasing you, baby. We can fondle each other another time. Get your rest.” He pressed a firm kiss to her lips and she melted. “Are you sure? Because if you really want to—“

Raphael hummed, “I’m sure.” He lay on his back and Kris crawled on top of him. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck with a content sigh. “I love you.”

He placed a hand on her back and rubbed calm soothing circles, knowing it helped her fall asleep. “I love you too.”

Kris yawned, “Do you really?”

“Forever and always.” He whispered, churring quietly.

—

The next morning, Kristina sat next to Raphael at the breakfast table. Hair tossed up in a messy bun, bags under her eyes, but looking gorgeous nonetheless. And of course, both Donnie and Iris plus Leo and Alba were missing. Ro and Mikey sat across from them, enjoying merry conversation and delicious food. Kris cradled her coffee mug like it was the most special thing in the entire world. Raph rubbed a hand up and down her thigh softly, a joyful smile on his face as he talked to Mike about something.

And finally after what felt like forever, Leo finally joined them. Alba no where in sight. Raphael greeted his brother normally, but Kris, forever curious and suspicious rose an eyebrow at the sight of the newlywed without his wife. So of course she asked him where she was. When Leo responded with “she’s resting” Kristina immediately scoffed. A knowing look on her face as she sipped the delightful beverage in hand. Leo’s smirk only widened at her expression and Raph grew ever confused. But before he could even ask the two about it, Iris and Donnie finally showed up. The entire table practically starting giggling and whispering to one another like a couple of school girls.

“You guy’s sounded like you had fun~”

“Kristina!” Raph hissed, not wanting to replay what happened last night. Face bright from second hand embarrassment though he too couldn’t stop his grin from growing.

“What? I’m just saying, I didn’t know Donnie could make such high pitched noises—“

Poor Donnie and Iris looked like they were about to faint. Raph tried to reassure them that it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. Splinter was passing a couple bets around with the rest of the table. Ro munched on her food happily, just enjoying the general splendour. Mikey cooed and made kissing noises. Kristina ushered Leo away, saying he needed to provide good aftercare for her sister-in-law. Then she looked and Iris and said, “You’re next.” Referring to the fact that the next sister-in-law, was going to be her. Even if Kris already considered both Iris and Ro as her sisters.

Kristina winked slyly before turning her gaze onto Raphael. “Told you they’d fuck.” And his juice shot out of his nose.

[ayamturd]

light│foolish g

summary: the eggpire attempts to manipulate the heart of a kindled lover, their own mistake in the making

warnings: mentioned kidnapping, injury descriptions, evil c!badboyhalo, angst to fluff

pairing: (requested) in-game foolish gamers

a/n: i tried to play with themes of light and darkness, just as a small visual insight :)

wc: (2.7k) - m.list

It was too dark, he noted. You didn’t like the house being dark. 

The second thing he noticed was the silence. There was no crackling fire, no greeting or even the stir of your footsteps inside the usual cozy house. Instead it was cold and empty, like the life had been snuffed and the warmth it once radiated suddenly gone in a broken still. Like it had been taken. 

“Y/n?”

Pushing the door open, Foolish immediately became on edge from the broken lock, it swinging open in a haunting manner that echoed throughout the house. He raised his axe while tightening his grip, and slowly, he crept his way around the living space, searching for any sign that you were there or at the very least okay. 

“Y/n? Love? Where are you?” 

He checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the chest rooms, everything. Nothing was out of place, yet it felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Scanning each room at a glance, he started to become frantic from the realization. You weren’t here.

“Y/n!”

As he started to pace in worry with growing, erratic breaths, he noticed he forgot to check the kitchen, bolting through the small doorway in desperation for any clues to your whereabouts.  Once entering, however, it only worsened his fears.

The kitchen was a mess; from broken glass scattered on the ground to the spilt stew you promised to make tonight, there were signs of an obvious struggle, and one that you must of lost. 

Walking slowly into the room, Foolish stood in the middle, his footsteps crunching under the shattered dish ware. He could only stare in horror to the scene before him, the unexpected attack within your own home. 

He began to shake, in fear or anger, he didn’t know. All that he knew was that he was terrified for you, of your state, your condition, where you were. He didn’t have the answers he needed and it started to boil a new found rage in the pit of his soul, something he never knew he could have felt in thought of you.

Before he could become completely lost to his own thoughts, something bright shone in the corner of his vision. It was small and lost under the fragments, but it reflected the brief moonlight that peeked through the window still. Foolish crouched down, and as he swiped the broken mess away, he let out a small gasp.

It was your necklace, one he had given to you as a gift near the beginning of your relationship. The small pendent, while old and rough, was an old crystal he found eons ago; he was fascinated with the object when he first discovered it, and as a symbol of his love, chose to gift it to you on your first anniversary.

Although discolored from age and time, the crystal had always held some sort of clouded transparency. Unlike its usual form, Foolish held the pendent up and saw a dark stain of red tainting the side, almost in a corrupt manner as it seeped inside the stone in cracked veins. 

The color was too bright to resemble any spilt blood, and with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, Foolish seethed at the concluding answer. “Bad,” he growled. 

Closing his fist around the charm, he clenched it tightly and raised it to his forehead. The one piece of him you had, now the only thing he had of you. 

He was going to get you back, no matter what it took. 

“You can’t do this, Bad.” Pulling against Punz’s hold, you tried to throw hands at Bad with a snarl. He only chuckled at your attempts, his once sweet tone now malicious and stern. 

“The less you resist, y/n, the easier this will be for us all.” 

Your hands were tied behind your back, the rope burning against your skin, rubbing raw from your constant movements to free yourself. Punz had his arms under yours, locking you against his chest and preventing you from moving your upper body; even then, it did nothing to stop your attempts to thrash as much as possible.

Punz grunted from the hard kick you landed behind at him, your legs fierce as they moved every which way. Antfrost stepped forwards to help control you, though it was his mistake to approach you cautiously from the front since you kicked him in the face with a large crack following after.  

He fell back with a painful yelp, clutching his broken snout that oozed blood and paralleled the red veinage surrounding his eyes. While you internally celebrated your direct hit with pride, it faded when Bad began to laugh.

“Don’t you see now, Y/n?” As he began stalking towards you, Punz learned from his mistake and hooked his own leg around yours, pulling it back so you were further locked it place. You were helpless as Bad leaned into your face with an amused grin. 

“You’re a fighter. Someone that understands the weaknesses of others and how to exploit them. With us, you could discover your own potential and fight for the things that truly matter.”

You hissed at his proximity and cruel intent. “Why the hell would I join an omelette that does nothing but turn you all into brainless puppets.”

Bad laughed again, though forced before shifting into a frown. “We are anything but puppets. We are visionaries chosen to light the way for a new age that calls for freedom and peace. A world with no wars, no loss, and no pain. Only the Egg.”

He turned again, his back facing towards you as he looked ahead. Tilting his head slightly, he smiled sadistically to the thought. “Why don’t we show you?” 

With wide eyes, you yelled and fought harder against Punz. It didn’t matter how pathetic or futile your efforts would be in the end, you screamed viciously to his plan; you would be damned if you were to go near that thing and let it corrupt you like it did to those around you. You refused.

“We’ll make you understand, y/n. Don’t you worry now.”

It had been a while since Foolish last stepped foot in the Badlands. As he mainly stayed within his own land and frequented to Snowchester for his recent commission, he hadn’t seen how bad the landscape had become for some time now. 

There were vines littered everywhere; they broke through the ground and wrapped around everything they could, the previous builds constructed now ruins under the untamed growth. 

The infection worse than he could ever imagine. 

Like the land was corrupted itself, the once blue sky barely shined through the dark, thick clouds that surveyed the surrounding area as the grass’ usual lively, green hue looked almost dead from the sight. It was as if the land had been drained of its life form entirely. 

With a shake of his head, Foolish pushed forwards despite the unfortunate outcomes. You were his main and only concern, and he was coming for you. 

Following the growing trail of vines, he stopped once finding himself faced with an opening in the ground, the vines encompassing the entire area all centering to this one focal point. 

The hole was dimly light, yet in spite of the notable metal lanterns nailed to the cavern walls that lit the descending path underground, Foolish could hear the whispers of an ancient being shrouded in a sensation that could only be described as darkness. Pure darkness that’s sole intent was to demoralize and expand. 

As his own power centered essentially to a form of life in terms of rebirth, Foolish felt his heart race from the opposing force; Death is often seen as the opposite stage to Life, however in actuality, Corruption and Decay hold more differences than the former, for Corruption seeks out to invade and overtake, leaving little room for life to breathe in its natural state as it’s smothered degenerately. Death is painful as a concept, but only works as an end of a cycle that leads to a new one instead. 

His strive to reach you was stronger than ever, and with that he entered the small space. 

“So nice of you to finally join us!” Bad’s voice echoed against the cavern walls, his voice too cheery for Foolish’s liking. Pushing away the overhanding vines that blocked his line of vision, Foolish approached the group with an aggravated attitude. 

Standing in front of the Egg, Bad stood at the center with Antfrost and Punz accompanying his sides. While Foolish went in with a vengeful mentality, all thoughts left him as soon as he saw you. 

You were completely wrapped in the thick, twisted vines, forced onto your knees as the branches covered your body up to your neck. Singular vines were crawled up your head, forming a make-shift halo that encircled your face with obvious pressure on your temples. 

Sitting below at Bad’s feet, you occasional would wince in slight pain yet your eyes remained fixed wide open. They were empty and tinted red, a hollow shell of who you were as you fought for control over your own mind. 

Foolish snarled at the physiological torture, and turned to Bad in full anger.

“Let them go, Bad. They don’t deserve any of this.” Bad chuckled darkly at the demand and raised his arms upward. 

“Deserve any of what? Freedom? Power? A chance to protect all those they love?” Reaching down, Bad mockingly began to stroke your head, and you flinched from his demeaning touch.

Foolish took a singular step forward, his trident pointed threateningly at the audacity he had to both harm and touch you.

“You and I both know that that thing,” Foolish emphasized while turning to point his weapon condemnatory towards the massive egg, “doesn’t do anything but corrupt and spread lies.”

The air grew stiff as a forced silence overtook the room. Bad sighed dramatically, his actions imposing as he showed little care for Foolish’s anger and comment. Crossing his arms, Bad shook his head dismissively with a disappointed frown.

“We knew you would be one of the most difficult to convince.” Foolish froze, confused to his connotations, making Bad smile further. He gestured behind him, and leaned his head forward with a merciless smirk.

“Which is why the Egg demands for y/n more than you think.”

Foolish looked down in seething fury, the thought that you were taken and used as a pawn for his own compliance something inadmissible and unforgivable. He breathed out a humorless snicker, and lifted his eyes up with his head still bowed down.

“Did you really think you could get me to join you,” he lowly asked, his eyes starting to emit a harsh, green glow, “by taking the one person I center my world around?”

He held his own smirk at the growing fear the three began to show, them stepping back as he felt the familiar warmth of power overtake him. Only this time, the light burned like near fire from his manifested rage. 

“Think again.”

There was no time to run or attack as Foolish radiated a blinding light, his body shifting as he changed before them from his mortal to Godly form. By the time the light had subsided and the ever so mighty Eggpire could open their eyes from the jarring glow, it was too late for them already. 

Foolish was pushed against the cavern ceiling from his extreme height and size, though it didn’t matter for all he needed were his hands as he began swatting at them. He managed to throw Antfrost against the farthest wall, the collision knocking him out cold as he slumped over immediately.

Punz, like the mercenary he is, managed to evade Foolish’s attacks and tried to climb his figure for leverage. It was his mistake, however, as Foolish grabbed him by the ankle during his vulnerable ascent and swung him across the space. A sickening snap from his throw lead him to scream in agony, his arm bent awkwardly under him from the severe fall damage. He too passed out from the pain. 

Lastly, Bad could only cower at the man’s wrath, the golden figure pausing to face him in his entirety, saving his final, overwhelming outrage for the leading assailant. 

As he raised his fist to strike him down, however, Bad grew desperate and reached for his best bargaining tool: you. 

He rushed forward and unsheathed his sword, holding it strictly to your throat while you unconsciously grimaced from the cool of the blade. Foolish was forced to freeze his movements.

“Accept it Foolish, you can’t win against the Eggpire. We are the new age. Join us, and you can continue living your lives,” Bad looked down at you with an overly sweet smile, “together.”

Foolish was hesitate and nervous. He refused to back down in knowing fear you would suffer the consequences of his surrender, yet at the same time, your life was hanging in the fate of his next decision. Faltering his gaze at Bad, he glanced up and paused, a new idea, a new option making way. 

Slowly, he leaned down to grab a massive boulder, the vines wrapped around the broken stone snapping as he pulled on it. Bad saw through his intentions and panicked, his sword falling from your neck as he began to cry out. 

“Wait- NO! Foolish you can’t!” Completely ignoring Bad’s pleas, Foolish launched the large rock at the Egg. 

“Foolish, NO DON-”

The air hissed from the impact, and a force pushed all back as the Egg cracked open with a dying cry, the sound a high pitch ringing as it wailed from the strike. It smelled awful, to say the least. Like rotten flesh that was burned for an extended period of time, the fowl odor pervaded the cavern in a red mist. 

As the cloud briefly settled, the visible damage to the Egg became more clear; it was caved in where the boulder was thrown, the inside a glowering, black tint that radiated heat when exposed to the open air. The whispers were now screaming voices, loud cries that shouted over each other. Foolish winced from the overwhelming sound, but as quickly as it came, they fell painfully silent seconds later. 

While there was no visible light that transpired once the Egg was impacted, the underground room felt somehow brighter. Like a dark shadow now removed, the shift of light brought forth a true feeling of peace and quiet, as if the buzzing temptations were suddenly removed, if only for a temporary moment.

Bad seemingly collapsed the moment the Egg was injured, his sword falling with a clang as he fell unconscious besides you. Without pause, Foolish transfigured to his original form and rushed to check on you. 

He scrambled onto his feet once collapsing back into his moral height and instantly checked you over, pulling the dead, shriveled vines off you before gently bringing you into his lap while holding a hand to your cheek. 

“Y/n?” he murmured. Your skin was warm to the touch, and Foolish continued to stroke your face in his attempts to awake you. “Y/n? Please, please wake up.”

Suddenly, you stirred from his words, and slowly blinked your eyes open. Your eyes were squinted in a haze, your sight fuzzy until Foolish came into clear view. “Foolish?”

He let out a laugh of relief, his eyes wet as tears collected from the immense amount of joy that overcame him. Pulling you into his chest, he cradled your head and kissed the top of it earnestly, his eyes shut close as his tears escaped. “Hey there,” he whispered. 

Pulling away from you, his grin met your tired one as you smiled softly, hand raised to wipe his fallen tears. “Hey you.”

“Welcome back,” he giggled, his emotions running high from the reassurance that you were within his arms and you were safe. He beamed to the point where his cheeks hurt from how wide they pulled. 

You gripped his hand on your own cheek, squeezing it as your form of security that this was your reality, that it was real and he was actually here. Two rekindled loves reunited once more, you both gleamed in each other’s warmth and luminescent love.

“Glad to be back.”

[threadsun]

All Cleaned Up

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Pairing: Barbatos x gn!Reader x Diavolo

Synopsis: Sequel to Golden Throne. Diavolo and Barbatos clean up the mess they made. A gentle bath together ensues.

By the time Barbatos is done with you, Diavolo is done with his work. He sweeps into the room with a beaming smile, radiating joy as always. You can’t help but smile in return, giggling a bit as he pulls you into his arms for a hug. You’re still dripping wet, feeling gross and in desperate need of a shower. But he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Barbatos?”

“Yes, my lord?” The butler gives a trace of a bow.

“Prepare us a bath.” Diavolo brushes some hair from your face gently. “We need to get this one all cleaned up.”

Barbatos gives an amused hum and nods. “Yes, my lord.”

“And Barbatos?” Diavolo catches his arm on the way out the door. “When I say ‘prepare us a bath,’ I do mean all of us.”

Barbatos flushes a bit at the knowing look on Diavolo’s face. After all this time, he still needs to be invited to aftercare. “Yes, my lord.”

While the butler is off running a bath, Diavolo lifts you with ease into his arms and checks you over to reassure himself you’re alright. His lips settle gently on your forehead for a moment before he carries you into the bathroom. The bath is massive, more than big enough for the three of you to get clean. Barbatos has already filled it with warm water, a few bubbles already forming from the mixture he’s poured in. He’s nowhere to be seen, likely brewing some tea to share in the bath.

Diavolo lowers you slowly into the water and you sigh contentedly as the warm water soothes your aching muscles. You’re sure something in the bubble bath Barbatos put in has healing properties, and you appreciate his thoughtfulness. Diavolo gets into the bath with you, arms returning to their spot around your waist. You snuggle up to him gladly, already feeling a lot better for the warm water washing away some of the fluids on your skin.

“Lemon, ginger, and honey.” Barbatos’ return was silent, three cups of tea in hand.

Once everyone has a mug, Barbatos slips into the bath as well. He sets his mug aside after a sip, waiting eagerly for the verdict. You take a slow sip, feeling warm inside that Barbatos remembered exactly what temperature it needs to be for you not to burn your tongue. It’s lemony with a little kick of ginger at the end, the honey soothing your throat. You know it’ll help ease any inflammation and make you feel better after the rough treatment of the day.

“It’s wonderful, thank you, Barb.” You kiss his cheek, trying not to laugh at the way he flushes and ducks his head shyly.

“May I wash your hair?” He deflects the praise, slipping into the more comfortable role of serving.

You nod, sliding further down into the bath with a content sigh as his nimble fingers work through your hair. He teases through the knots first, untangling it without pulling. Then comes shampoo, massaged into your scalp and then rinsed. By the time he’s brushing the conditioner through your hair, you already feel much cleaner. Diavolo watches him work with a smile, humming soft praise to both of you as he holds your legs in his lap. His hands lather up with soap, cleaning your body with as much gentle dedication as Barbatos washes your hair.

You can’t hold back your yawn as you finish off your tea, letting yourself be pampered by the prince and his butler. A warm, damp flannel cleans your face as Barbatos’ fingers massage your head lightly. One of the nicest things about the baths in the palace is the way the water slowly drains and refills with clean water as you bathe. By the time the two demons are finished washing you, the water has refreshed itself and you feel delightfully clean.

“Up you go!” Diavolo chuckles as he scoops you out of the water, holding you for Barbatos to dry with warm, soft towels.

You give a sleepy laugh and let yourself be dried. Smooth lotion is rubbed into your skin, followed by a fluffy robe wrapped warm around you. You’re half asleep by the time you’re tucked into the large clean bed. Diavolo climbs in beside you, Barbatos joining on your other side after a moment of coaxing. They hold you, the sounds of their soft voices chatting over your head and the feel of their synchronised breaths on either side of you soothing you to sleep.

[tchallasbabymama]

Ready

Hey y’all, here’s a request I got a while ago for M’Baku with a breeding kink. I hope I did you proud, anon! More oneshot requests coming soon. Next up: T’Challa in heat❤️‍🔥! Enjoy, and check out my masterlist when you’re done so you can read my other oneshots and series.

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Rada gazed at herself in the mirror as she finished applying a moisturizing serum to her face. Her eyes fell to her stomach and a tiny smile lifted the corners of her mouth, making the slight dimple in her left cheek come out of hiding. That sweet, longing smile turned mischievous when she locked eyes with her reflection and she went over her plan in her head. She was finally ready to take the plunge and become a parent, and she knew her husband, M’Baku, would be more than excited. In their three years of marriage, he never pressured her, but he was very vocal about the fact that he wanted to be a father. Truth be told, part of Rada wanted to have children a couple of years ago, but her fear of raising a child in this fucked up world kept her from going any further. That fear wasn’t completely gone, but it had waned enough for Rada to feel comfortable telling her husband she was ready.

She straightened the lace hem of her red silk nightie and took one last glance at herself before exiting the bathroom. M’Baku sat up on his side of the bed, nose deep in his latest read as Rada posed awkwardly in the doorframe.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yes, love?” he asked without looking up from the page.

Rada rolled her eyes and made her way over to the bed. “What are you reading?”

“A new thriller from Ade Mustafa. Just came out yesterday,” M’Baku mumbled as his eyes scanned each word like it held a secret. Rada crawled onto the bed and pulled the book from his hand. He grumbled in protest until he looked up and saw what his gorgeous wife was wearing and his eyes lit up. Rada placed his book facedown on the nightstand and pulled off his reading glasses.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“You do not look like you just want to talk,” he grumbled as he planted a kiss on her collarbone, making her giggle. His strong hands traveled up her thighs and rested on her hips, gripping her tight.

“I had to get your attention somehow.” Rada stroked the back of his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I am sorry, my love. What do you want to talk about.”

“Children.”

M’Baku’s eyebrows shot up, making his forehead crinkle as he blinked in surprise.

“Ok...what about them?” he asked, trying not to get his hopes up over where the conversation might lead.

“I know you have wanted to be a baba for a while now, and I appreciate you waiting for me to catch up,” she started. “But I think I am ready now.”

“You think, or you are? If you need more time-”

“No, I am sure...You have given me so much over the years, and I want to give you a child.”

Seconds passed as M’Baku just stared at his wife in awe. A goofy, gap-toothed grin slowly took over his face, but Rada could feel that he was excited in more than one way. His girthy member hardened beneath her, and she knew she was in for it tonight.

“That is the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” M’Baku growled into her neck as he peppered it with kisses. “When do you want to start?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment, and he paused his assault on her neck to watch her wheels turn. However, he didn’t have to wait long. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it as soon as possible. “How about now?”

M’Baku’s already blinding smile stretched from ear to ear, and a deep rumbling erupted from within his chest. He flipped them over so that he laid on top of her and buried his face in her neck again, whispering in her ear between kisses.

“You want to have my baby?”

“Yes,” she giggled.

“Mmm.”

M’Baku’s hands roamed Rada’s body as he took in her scent. He couldn’t wait to feel her body changing as she grew his seed. He began salivating just thinking about her widening hips and growing belly. M’Baku’s fingers found their way between Rada’s legs, and she spread them wide to grant him access. He found her clit with ease, and she let out a low moan as he circled it slowly.

“I have been waiting for you to say that for years, Rada.”

“I know, I-” she began to apologize when he cut her off.

“Shhh, it is ok,” he pulled back to look her in her big doe eyes, “You needed to take your time...just like how I am going to take my time with you tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Rada teased with a smirk on her face.

“Mhm,” he nodded before pecking her lips softly. “And I am not pulling out, either.”

Rada bit her lip in excitement and wrapped her legs around his waist. It wasn’t often that she got to feel her husband release inside of her since they were trying to be careful, but she secretly loved when they slipped up. Despite her apprehension towards having children, Rada had always had a cum kink of sorts. She could orgasm just from the feeling of his dick pulsating inside her as he emptied himself into her warmth. Just the thought of it was enough to set her off, but now she would get to feel it without any fear. Rada was ready. She wanted it, and her husband was more than willing to give it to her.

“You can cum in me as much as you want, my chief.”

A deep growling erupted from M’Baku’s chest as he crashed his lips to hers, their tongues dancing together in a waltz they had perfected over the years. Rada’s hips bucked as she felt his thick fingers enter her, and she whimpered into M’Baku’s mouth as he slowly dragged them back and forth over her g-spot. Her hips wound against him as the palm of his hand stimulated her aching pearl, and just when she felt the dam about to break, he removed his fingers.

“M’Baku,” Rada whined, making him chuckle.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“I want you inside me.”

“And you will get your wish. Be patient,” he whispered against her lips.

Rada rolled her eyes and poked out her lip in protest, but it just made him chuckle some more. He nipped at her lip before kissing down to her neck, making her shudder as his tongue brushed over her favorite spot. His hands traveled up her body and skillfully slid her lingerie up and over her head as his eyes landed on her supple breasts. His mind flashed to the image of them engorged with milk for their child, and before he knew it, his lips were wrapped around her erect nipples. Rada stroked the back of his head as he went back and forth between them, teasing with his tongue and lightly tugging with his teeth. M’Baku always paid special attention to her breasts, but this time felt different. It eventually clicked for Rada, and she decided to play along.

“They are going to get bigger, you know?”

“Mmmhm,” M’Baku groaned with a mouth full of titty.

“And you will have to share so I can feed our baby.”

A shockwave traveled down M’Baku’s body and straight to his hardening member as he longed to taste her. He sucked harder as though he were determined to pull milk from her, and Rada keened from the sensation. Her nipples were sensitive, and she almost came again, but he removed himself at the last second once more.

Rada’s breathing slowed as he kissed down her stomach, landing just below her belly button. M’Baku lightly dusted his fingers over her soft skin as he thought of the child they would make together. As if she could read his mind, Rada smiled softly and caressed his bearded cheek. Their eyes met, but no words were exchanged as he planted a soft kiss over her womb. His kiss was a “thank you” and a blessing all in one, and she felt the love radiating from where his lips touched her skin. It tingled, and the feeling expanded to cover her whole body as the warmth of his passion settled into her bones. Rada let out a sigh as he continued his descent to her treasure trove, and she jumped when she felt his mouth envelop her vulva. The flat of his tongue lapped up her juices as she squirmed, but he shot her a fierce warning glance, and she stopped moving immediately. M’Baku hated being disturbed when eating his favorite meal.

“Mmm, my chief,” Rada moaned, “I-I want to feel you ins-”

M’Baku slapped her inner thigh, and she yelped.

“Tell me what to do again, and I will be the only one getting a release tonight,” he mumbled with his lips dusting over her clit.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Now, be good for your chief so I can put this baby in you.”

M’Baku’s skilled tongue had Rada struggling to control herself. She tried her best to stay still, but he had to forcefully hold her legs open so his tongue could explore her folds. He brought her to the edge over and over but denied himself her sweet nectar.

“Baby,” Rada whined as tears fell from her eyes. “Please let me cum for you.”

M’Baku kissed her pussy one last time before crawling up her body and kissing her upper lips. Rada moaned at the sweet taste of her on his tongue and the wetness of his beard, but just as she began to lose herself, he pulled back. M’Baku could see the anger on her face, and it amused him.

“You made me wait three years for this day, and you think I am going to let you get what you want so easily? No. You cum with my dick inside you and nowhere else. Understood?”

“Yes, my chief,” she sighed in defeat.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again and looked deep into her chestnut eyes. “Now, are you ready for me?”

Rada nodded enthusiastically.

“I bet,” he snickered. “You think your pretty pussy can handle all I have to give?”

“Mmm, yes, chief M’Baku.”

A fire burned behind his eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward. She bloomed for him and enveloped him in her warmth, making him moan as he seated himself inside her. M’Baku stilled, allowing Rada to revel in the feeling of him stretching her walls. They stayed like that for a while, gazing lovingly into each others’ eyes and feeling the other’s soft skin beneath their fingertips. Moments passed before M’Baku started to grind his hips, stirring Rada’s insides as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You, mmm, you f-feel so good.”

“Because you fit me so well, my love.”

M’Baku withdrew his hips and thrust forward with such restrained power that Rada yelped and dug her nails into his back. He groaned at the feeling and thrust forward again and again, finding the perfect rhythm and playing her body like a drum.

“M’Baku-”

“Who?” he sneered as he sat up without missing a beat. He looked down at her body, tits bouncing around as he pounded into her, and smirked, “You forget yourself.”

“I’m-”

“Did I say speak?!” he roared, and Rada shook her head frantically. She tried to give him her best puppy-dog eyes, but he was immune in this state. Lustful fear clouded Rada’s face as she felt his large hand wrap around her throat, and M’Baku grinned darkly when he felt her contract around him. “You like that, huh?”

Rada could only nod as his precise strokes brought her to her limit.

“You want to cum. I can feel it,” M’Baku teased as he tightened his grip. Rada nodded again with her bottom lip between her teeth. She was trying her hardest not to make a sound, but he was determined to make her break his rules. “Why are you holding it? I said you could cum with me inside you, love. So cum on my fucking dick.”

He dug even deeper, and Rada’s body shook as she erupted all over him. Her constricting walls pulled her husband right along with her, and the moment he let go of her throat, she wailed. Rada could feel every pulsation as he emptied himself into her, and she wound her hips up against his to stimulate her clit. She came again, and M’Baku smiled down at her as she convulsed.

“There you go. Now, does that not feel better?”

Rada looked at him with uncertainty, and M’Baku realized she was waiting for permission.

“You may speak,” he ordered through a smug smirk.

“Thank you, my chief.”

“Mmm, for what?”

“For letting me cum.”

“And?”

“And for rewarding me.”

M’Baku leaned down and kissed Rada’s forehead.

“You are more than welcome, love. Now turn over,” he said with a slap to her thigh. He removed himself from her, still erect and dripping with their combined fluids, and watched in amusement as Rada’s face twisted up at the loss of contact.

Rada loved the sting of his palm against her skin and decided she wanted more. She knew M’Baku could be a very impatient man when he was in the mood, so to tease him a little, she took her time rolling over. Before she could even get on her side, Rada heard a deep bark and felt M’Baku’s heavy hand come down on her behind. She yelped at the pain, but the sensation was quickly replaced by that same heavy hand kneading her flesh.

“I know you are toying with me, Rada.”

“I would never,” she gasped.

Rada tried to hold in her giggles but failed at her attempt. Of course, M’Baku saw the way the corners of her mouth struggled to lay still, and he decided to give her something to laugh about. He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips before delving deep inside her once more. This time, he took no prisoners, and Rada’s screams filled the air as he plowed into her. The smile never left her face as he slapped her ass repeatedly or when he grabbed her short coils and pulled her back flush against him. M’Baku’s length reached deep inside her from every angle, making the smile on her face a permanent fixture. However, he felt he could find a better use for her mouth.

“Vula,” he commanded, and she opened wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go. M’Baku snaked his two long fingers in her mouth, and she closed her lips around them, sucking them the way she would the thick appendage that was currently wrecking her insides. “Mmm, I love that you do not have a gag reflex anymore.”

Rada sucked even harder as his other hand squeezed her hip. M’Baku pulled his fingers out with a “pop” and immediately brought them down between her legs. Her moans grew louder as he toyed with her, and moments later, she released around him again. Rada’s body went limp and he let her fall to the bed, but he didn’t stop. He licked up her spine as he leaned over her spent form, making goosebumps appear on her skin.

“You are not tapping out on me, are you?”

“N-no, my chief, I- oooh, yes!” Rada screamed as he dropped his weight on her.

“Good. One more, then you get a break. Ok, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

M’Baku’s hips picked up the pace as she anchored herself to the sheets with her face almost completely buried in the soft pillows. His fingers intertwined with hers and she held onto him for dear life. Rada could tell he was close, so she lifted her hips just a little bit, and wound back on him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Here it comes. You ready?” he growled in her ear, and the vibrations traveled straight to her pussy as she bit her lip and nodded.

“Give it to me.”

M’Baku fucked her through his orgasm, not letting up until he had finished filling her. He slowly ground his hips into hers as they came down from their high, and he rolled over to the side, taking her with him. They laid like that, cuddled up together and listening to each other breathe with his dick still pulsating inside her, for who knows how long. Eventually, the haze of lust lifted slightly, and M’Baku slowly pulled out of Rada, marveling at the sheer amount of his seed that slowly dripped out of her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she turned around to face him.

“What is it?” Rada asked, then followed his line of sight down to her dripping pussy. “Fuck…”

She rolled over on her back and her eyes traveled to his dick. It was still hard and dripping with their cum, and Rada’s mouth began to salivate. He knew what she wanted, and watched as she scooted down the bed and began licking their juices from his impressive length. Slurps filled the air as she took him down her throat, determined to get every last drop.

“Mmm, suck it just like that,” M’Baku moaned as his fingers tangled up in her tapered curls. She smiled up at him, and his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He felt himself nearing the edge, and an idea struck him; he wasn’t going to waste a single drop. As soon as he felt the sensation rising within him, he pulled her off of him and pushed her back onto the bed, quickly climbing on top and entering her with such fervor that she cried out to the heavens. He made it just in time, and emptied himself into her depths as he strummed her clit. Rada’s overstimulated pussy couldn’t take it, and she was pulled right along with him.

M’Baku kissed all over her face and neck as their breathing slowed down once more.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Rada pulled him into a passionate kiss, and they explored each others’ mouths for a moment before he tore his lips away from hers.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he rested his forehead on hers.

“You are more than welcome, my love.”

As usual, M’Baku pulled himself from her, and got up to go run a bath, but this time he just stood there, taking in her form.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, but her concerns quickly went away when a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Boy or girl?”

Rada stood and held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes.

“That does not matter to me. All that matters is that they are made with love.”

“That they will be.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead before taking her hand in his and leading her to the bathroom.

Rada sat on the edge of the tub and let her mind wander while she halfway watched him fill it with bath salts and warm water. She couldn’t help but picture M’Baku and their child. He would probably be the type to talk to her belly before they even made it into the world, and when they got here she had no doubt that their baba would be overprotective. No matter what, though, she knew he’d love their child more than anything in this world, and that brought her peace as her eyes wandered to her reflection again. She pictured herself pregnant with his undoubtedly big-headed baby and knew she had made the right choice. It was time for them to start a family.

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[ray-ray-writings]

Auntie Flow-SBI Inc. (Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and Philza)

This is a Brother!Technoblade & Brother!Wilbur Soot & Brother!Tommyinnit x gn!reader in the SBI Au! Y/N is younger than Wilbur and Techno but older than Tommy. Also, this imagine is gender neutral but there is talk of the reader being on their period. That being said I know that not everyone who gets their period identifies as a female which is why it’s gender neutral!

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When Y/N isn’t up by their usual time, Dadza goes in to check on them. He soon realizes the problem and enlists in their brother’s help to make Auntie Flow’s visit go a little smoother. 

Y/N’s POV

Everything hurt. Last night before I went to bed, I noticed a little bit of blood in the toilet. I was a little thrown off because my period wasn’t supposed to start until next week. But just to be safe, I put on a pad anyway and went to sleep. Thank God I did. When I woke, I woke in a pool of my own blood. Despite the pad, I had bled through my underwear, pants, and onto my sheets. My stomach and back hurt like hell and I felt like curling in a ball and crying. 

I glanced at the clock beside my bed and found that I had slept in much later than normal, even for a Saturday morning. My father would probably be worried about me. My thoughts were confirmed by a small knock on the door. “Y/N?” Dadza called from the other side of the door, “You alright in there?” “Yes but no,” I called back weakly, the nausea a little too much for me to answer normally. 

The door opened and from over my blanket I could see the concerned face of my father. “Are you sick?” He asked, closing the door behind him. “Again, yes but no.” My father’s face shifted from concern to confusion. I let out a sigh before flipping the blanket off of me allowing my father to see the blood stain on the sheets. Recognition flashed his face before sympathy settled in place. “Oh honey, I thought you didn’t start till next week,” He said, moving closer to the bed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” I muttered, flipping the blanket back over my body. 

“Tell you what, how about you go shower. Get cleaned up and change into clean clothes and I’ll clean up your bed and replace your sheets,” Dadza offered, placing a comforting hand on my side. The warmth that radiated through caused me to sigh in contentment but I nodded nonetheless, “That sounds nice. Thank you dad.” “Anytime kiddo. Let’s get you up,” He replied, gently moving the blanket off of my body and helping me stand from the bed. 

I quickly made my way past my father to my drawers and pulled out a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and new undies before walking out of my room and to the bathroom. “Well there you are! Get enough sleep you lazy bum?” I heard Tommy’s voice ring out from the bathroom doorway. I let out a small sigh and closed my eyes, I really couldn’t do this right now. “Tommy, please. Just let me into the bathroom,” I softly pleaded, opening my eyes to stare into his blue ones. 

Tommy softened for a moment before the smirk appeared back on his face, “No! I think I’m going to take my sweet time in here, unless you tell me why it is you got up so late,” Tommy taunted. Anger flashed and I could feel my blood boiling at his stupid smirking face, “Tommy, I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood, would you like me to end yours the same way?” 

Tommy’s face paled to a ghostly white. He cleared his throat before silently moving out of the doorway in the bathroom allowing me to silently move past him and slam the door close. I set my clean clothes on the bathroom counter before stripping off my dirty clothes. I turned on the cold water in the sink and did my best to rinse the blood out of my pants before laying them over to dry. I prepped my other clothes for when I got out of the shower, i.e. putting a fresh pad on my new underwear. 

The shower felt really nice on my skin. The warm water rinsing over all my tense muscles, relaxing them. My tummy and back still hurt a bit but the heat helped ease that pain. After the shower, I dried off before dressing in my comfy clothes. Before leaving the bathroom, I reached into the back of the cabinet and pulled out the Midol I kept for this time of the month. I popped two pills, washing them down with some water, before putting the bottle back and leaving the bathroom. 

I noticed the house was pretty quiet, which was really surprising for a Saturday. Maybe Tommy had gotten too freaked out thinking about periods and he is sitting quietly somewhere. I chuckled to myself as I opened my bedroom door, wimp. 

I was surprised at the sight in my bedroom. Not only were new sheets on my bed, but my three brothers were also laying on my bed. “What are you guys doing in here?” I questioned, moving a few more feet into my room. The three boys were sitting against the headboard and they each had things in their hands. “We saw Dad carrying your bedsheets and Tommy told us what you said to him, pretty funny if you ask me,” Techno explained. Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes at Techno’s words. “So we brought movies, snacks, and a heating pad. We were thinking we could just have a lazy day together, or we could just leave the things here if you want to be alone,” Wilbur explained, holding up the stack of movies in his hand before placing it down on his lap. 

Little tears pricked in my eyes at his words. “Yeah. That sounds great,” I sniffed, moving closer to my bed. None of them said anything about my over emotionalness, not even Tommy that loves to make fun of me. “Come here,” Wilbur coaxed, setting the movies to the side and opening his arms. I crawled into his lap and let him hug my body before I was passed to Tommy, who also hugged me and then to Techno who squeezed me tight. 

The whole day was spent cuddling in bed with my brothers. We watched a lot of movies and ate a lot of snacks. I would be cuddling with one brother and then the movie would end and I would switch to another brother. I don’t know if they even noticed, but the entire time I would be cuddling with one of the boys their hand would find my stomach and they would massage my tummy. Every so often, Dad would come in and check on us. He claimed that it was because it was so quiet he wanted to make sure we hadn’t killed each other yet, but I knew it was because he loved seeing us like this. Together, not at each other’s throats. He would stay for a few minutes, watching a little bit of the movie, before walking back out to ‘go do some work’. 

“What do we want to do now?” I questioned aloud as the last movie’s credit rolled. Tommy’s shoulders moved in a shrug, “Whatever you want,” he responded. I glanced at the time and found that it was a little past 6 pm. “I know we’ve been snacking all day, but I’m hungry. Do you think Dadza will let us get pizza?” I asked, looking over at all of them, my eyes landing on Techno as he was the one I was currently cuddled into. Techno also gave a half-shrug, “It’s worth asking.” 

Before I could move to stand up, a small knock sounded on my door and it swung open. “Hey kiddos. I got us some pizza if you guys wanna come down for dinner,” Dadza announced looking over us. Grins over took all of our faces as giggles bubbled from our throats. “What? What’s so funny?” Dadza asked, really confused as to what was happening. “Nothing. Nothing dad, it’s just that you read our minds,” I claimed with a giggle. A soft smile over took his face as he nodded, “Good. Then come on!” 

Wilbur and Tommy practically leaped off of my bed, racing each other to the door, throwing elbows the entire way, Philza following after them, calling for them to stop. When I didn’t move, Techno raised his eyebrow at me. “Why aren’t you moving? Didn’t you want pizza?” I simply stared at him with a small pout on my lips, “Carry?” I questioned softly. Techno let out a snort at the question, but he didn’t object. I let out a giggle as Techno stood with me attached to him with our chests pressed together with my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. 

Techno easily maneuvered his way out of my room and made his way to the stairs. “Before we go down, do you need anymore Midol from the bathroom?” Techno asked, adjusting so he could look at me. I gave a soft shake of my head, causing Techno to give me a soft nod before continuing down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

Wilbur, Tommy, and Dadza were already seated around the kitchen table. Wilbur and Tommy’s mouths were alright filled with the pizza that our father had ordered. Techno set me down gently in my usually chair before taking his place beside me. “Thank you dad,” I thanked softly before putting a couple slices of pizza on my own plate. “Anything for my kiddos,” he chimed in response, beginning his own feasting of pizza. 

The rest of the night was filled with pizza, laughter and all together good times. We broke out a couple of board games as a movie played in the background for some white noise. Tommy, of course, nearly flipped the board when he realized he wasn’t winning and was only grappled to the ground by none other than Technoblade. Dadza, Wilbur, and I just watched in amusement as the to wrestled on the floor, inevitably knocking the coffee table over and flipping the game over anyway. Looking around at the room filled with my family, I realized that periods absolutely suck. But when you have the right people taking care of you, they’re not so bad sometimes. 

There you have it! I really hope you enjoyed, and if you did, be sure to leave a like!

[nothing-but-dreamy]

WOUNDS

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Words: 1.206

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You’re patching up Leon's wounds before you and Leon have to go back to the mission

While you waited behind a dark corner, observing the area with your weapon in your hand, ready to shoot on everything that moves, Leon checked one of the rooms of an abandoned motel. As it was safe, you heard the agreed whistling sound. Carefully and slowly, avoiding every possible sound, you hurried over to the room Leon was waiting in.

You closed the door softly with your back before you leant against it with closed eyes, allowing yourself to relax for the first time in hours. Your head fell back and your pulse slowed down second by second. The squeaking sound of the much used bed caught your attention.

Leon had outstretched himself on the mattress with closed eyes, relaxing a bit as well. You watched him taking a deep breath before he sat up again, brushing his hair out of his face. Only then, your eyes fell on a blood red spot on his upper arm, "You're injured.", you pointed out, walking over to him to take a closer look of his arm and shoulder.

Leon frowned and followed your glance. He didn't even notice that he got wounded, "Huh? Oh, well, it's nothing. It's just a scratch.", he said and smiled reassuringly up at you.

"Maybe, but I won't take this risk.", you said unimpressed about his attempt to downplay his injuries. Before Leon could argue, you went into the bathroom to get towels and water, rummaging through your pockets to find some patches, "Undress your vest, I will take a look.", you commanded on your way. As you entered the room again, you were surprised to see Leon standing in front of the bed, following your instructions and undressing his vest, "You're cooperative, Kennedy? That's surprising."

Leon turned around smirking, "Well, I already learnt that I wouldn't have a chance against you if I would fight your decisions."

"Oh, please.", you responded with a roll of your eyes about his flirting attempt. You crossed your arms, looking challengingly up at Leon, down at his jacket and back into his eyes, "And this?", pointing at the still dressed clothes.

"You just demanded from me to undress the vest.", he said innocently with dark sparkling eyes.

You sighed, "You make this more complicated than necessary.", holding his glance.

"What if I just need some help from you?", he whispered and leant forward.

"I doubt that you need help undressing your clothes.", you answered smirking, hinting at all the stories you had heard about Leon and his womanizing. True or not.

"Oh, that's hurting. What kind of impression do you have of me?", Leon asked playfully hurt.

"Just the best, Kennedy. Just the best. And now, the jacket, please.", you said low.

With his eyes connected with yours, Leon raised his hand to the zipper to open the jacket extremely slowly. You noticed his provoking moves. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to take a look at him but you tried to resist him. Even if he was indeed hard to resist because you were clearly aware of his charme and his undeniable handsomeness.

With a swift move, Leon threw the jacket to the ground, "There you go, the jacket's gone."

You nodded just to groan as you saw the tight fitting t-shirt. With this, you wouldn't be able to examine the wound properly. You pinched the bridge of your nose with closed eyes, "That can't be true... Undress the shirt, as well.", you sighed, feeling your cheeks reddening. Even without looking at him, you knew Leon was enjoying seeing you like this.

He was amused about the obvious effect he had on you. During the whole mission, you seemed to resist his charm and now, Leon realized that you were just acting, "I shall undress my shirt? Could we maybe have dinner first?"

"Kennedy!", you said serious, looking straight into his eyes.

"You know, you could call me Leon.", he whispered raspy, coming slowly closer to your face.

You felt his body warmth radiating from him as he was closer than before. Trying to ignore your fastening heartbeat you said: "And you could just undress your shirt so that I'm able to patch you up."

"As you wish, yn.", he said low, grabbed the rim of the shirt and undressed it quickly over his head before it joined the jacket on the ground.

You just were focused on Leon's face because from the corner of your eyes, you already had seen his muscled body illuminated by the blue light from the billboard outside of the motel room and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction that you were admiring this tall, brooding man already.

Smirking about your try not to stare at him, Leon said with a sensual intonation: "You can take a look if you want. Or two or three. Don't be shy."

"And you just could sit down.", you demanded, matching his sensual tone.

Leon followed your request and sat down on the edge of the bed which gave you a moment to take a breath and to calm your nerves. Not that the whole mission and the creatures outside ready to kill you were making you nervous, no. Now, it also was Leon S. Kennedy who gave you a hard time.

While Leon watched you, you took a towel, made it wet to clean the wounds on Leon's shoulder and shoulder blade. There were longer, unsteady scratches. Luckily, a Licker had just hit him briefly and so, the wounds weren't deep or life threatening.

Thankfully, Leon stayed silent while you cleaned the wound, drying it carefully with a new towel before you placed a bunch of patches over it. With soft moves, you smoothed down the edges of the patches, stroking over Leon's warm skin every single time without thinking much about it. As you smoothed the last patch down, goosebumps were spreading over his naked skin. As you looked up because of this reaction, you met his piercing blue eyes, "I- I'm done. You can dress again.", you whispered, suddenly feeling insecure under his intense glance.

"And what if I want to feel your hands on me again? Do I have to get injured again first? Or could I have a chance with you after all this?", he asked.

First, you thought it was just another flirty joke but then, you realized that it sounded more serious than everything else before. As Leon kept his stern expression, you nudged his shoulder, chuckling low with rolling your eyes. You turned away but Leon grabbed your wrist softly and turned you back to him.

You considered your next move before you stepped forward, staring into his eyes to lean down to lay your lips on his ear, "You know, Kennedy, let us survive this hell and maybe I will give in into your request.", you whispered low. You moved away to look him in the eyes with a grin as you saw his surprised expression, "And now, please, dress again because we have a job to do." As you collected the towels to put them away, you knew Leon was staring at you. You grinned pleased about the fact that Leon S. Kennedy was speechless and that just because of you.