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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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Good Wife

T. Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Your husband keeps coming home late and you ask why.

Warnings: NSFW! Smut, Pregnant Sex, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Breast Fucking, Cum Eating, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie

Toji was overjoyed at the news of your pregnancy. Although you had agreed to wait a couple of years after the birth of your son, and after your son’s second birthday you began to feel sick. Said sickness was the first trimester of your second pregnancy.

Ever since the news of pregnancy, your husband has been lovely. He’s tender with you, and does everything around the house. Your wish is his command, and he truly couldn’t be happier by doing chores or getting ordered around.

But during your sixth month of your pregnancy, something is off about him. You can’t put your finger on it, but there’s just something that’s up.

“Mommy.” You feel a tug on your skirt and you look down at your son. You smile at him before responding.

“What’s up, honey? Everything okay?” You ask, and he shakes his little head.

“Hungry.” He answers. You grab your phone to look at the time and notice how late it is. Toji’s in charge of dinner tonight, since he promised to grab some food on his way back home, but he’s late.

“Hmm… Your dad is supposed to be here anytime soon. Are you that hungry?” You question, and you watch as he rubs his tummy and nods. His little eyes that look watery make you want to burst out into tears since your pregnancy hormones make you so sentimental. “I’ll make something quick.”

You serve him a bowl of cereal with milk, since it’s something easy and fast that you can serve him. Megumi eats at the table happily, kicking his feet energetically as he brings the spoon up to his mouth.

You look at the time again and think about the whereabouts of your husband. He’s been late the entire week, but today he’s nearly two hours late. You’ve completely lost track of time, and feel like a horrible mother for not soothing your child’s hunger earlier. But you’re slightly angry at your husband because for the first time in the week you request that he brings food and he’s extremely late.

“Toji.” You speak as you stand up from the couch, and he’s startled to hear your firm tone of voice. You walk over to him, noticing the white plastic bag that contains the food that you had requested he’d bring for dinner.

“Honey…” He begins, and he doesn’t know what the right words to say are. He should apologize first, but you beat him to speaking.

“Care to explain why you’re so late?” You ask, your heart slowly sinking, preparing yourself for the worst. You’ve heard of stories of pregnant women getting cheated on, which apparently is something common but your Toji isn’t like that. You believe your Toji isn’t like that because he just looks like he’s so in love whenever he looks at you. More in love than before. But he’s been acting weird lately.

“I just got too caught up in work and I-” He begins and he watches you burst into tears. He puts the bag of food down on the floor and walks over to you to comfort you, wrapping his arms around you. His hand runs up and down your back, attempting to calm you down before asking what was wrong. “It’s okay, baby.”

“Are you-” You try to get yourself together, which seems impossible. Toji holds onto you, still running his hand up and down your back. He doesn’t mind the constant mood changes that are always unpredictable. You’re carrying his daughter and the least he can do is deal with you and your mood changes. You continue to sob, and he genuinely wonders what caused this.

Then he thinks about the conversation you had during your first pregnancy, where you confessed to him about your fear of him being unloyal while you were carrying his baby, which doesn’t mix well with the fact that he’s been coming home later than usual. “Baby, I swear it’s not what you think. I could never do that to you. You know I adore you and our kids more than anything.”

“What- is it?” You ask between sobs. You can’t comprehend what’s going on, why he’s slowly isolating himself. He holds you until you finally stop crying.

“Let’s eat dinner first, then we’ll talk, alright?” He says, letting go of you and picks up the bag that he put on the floor. He looks at you with a tiny smile. “Where’s our little blessing?”

“I put him to bed. Gave him some cereal as dinner then watched some TV until it was time for bed.” You tell him. Toji hadn’t realized how late it was, making him mutter an apology.

“I didn’t think I was so late.” He says. “Did you eat too?”

You nod in response, and he walks to the kitchen to put the food down on the counter. You follow behind, and wait for him to say something else. “I assume you aren’t hungry then.”

“Not really.” You answer, and he walks back to you and pecks your lips. He has a big smile on his face when he pulls away.

“You look more and more beautiful each day, y’know?” He compliments you and you don’t say anything. You just want an explanation as to why he’s coming home late these days because even though you’ve calmed down, you’re still thinking the worst. “You sure you not hungry? I got your favorite.”

You shake your head but he hears your stomach growl which makes him chuckle. Your face gets slightly warm of embarrassment, as if Toji hadn’t seen or heard worse from you. “You might not be hungry but my baby girl is.”

He walks away to serve you a plate of food and you watch him. He puts the plate right in front of you, and you don’t hesitate. He watches you eat, bringing a smile to his face.

“Sorry for coming home late, just been taking some extra hours so I can make sure you three live the best life possible.” He begins as he serves himself a plate. You finish chewing before speaking.

“Money isn’t an issue, Toji. Stop lying to me.” You reply and he sighs.

“I’ve just- beenreallyhornyandidontwanttobotheryousoivebeenstayinglongersoicancontainmyself.” He speaks too fast for you to comprehend.

“What?” You ask. “Slowly.”

“I’ve been really horny and I don’t want to bother you since you’re pregnant and always tired so I stay extra time so I don’t have to look at you.” He tells you. You blink trying to process the words. His words don’t really help you, and although you try to hold back tears, you can’t help it. He notices and is quick to speak again. “Not in a bad way! Just whenever I look at you carrying my baby I get so- so horny and I can’t control myself. I accidentally took longer today since I lost track of time.”

“I’m sorry…” You begin and he walks over to your side to run his head up and down your back. “I didn’t-”

“There’s no need to be sorry, my love. I should’ve known how to communicate, but I didn’t want you to think it’s something that you have to do.” He assures you and you wrap your arms around him.

“I would’ve done it gladly, you know how horny I get.” You assure him. “I’m a bit tired today though.”

Toji gets home late, but this time it’s your fault. You sent him all the way across town to get some food that you were really craving, and being the amazing husband he is, he went to get it for you.

When he gets home, you aren’t downstairs though. He expected to find you downstairs, waiting for your food. But you aren’t there. It’s eight at night, and while you’re more tired than usual during your pregnancy, you never go to sleep this early.

“Honey!” He yells, and he doesn’t receive any response. He calls for you again, and he puts the bag of food on the kitchen island before walking to the stairs. But you come down before he gets to go up. You wear a black silk robe that’s tied on the front and he can’t help but stare at your exposed legs.

When you’re downstairs, his arms quickly wrap around your waist and he kisses your lips. He smiles at you when you pull away, quickly asking, “Where’s our little blessing?”

“I dropped him off at my parents house.” You quickly inform him, and now he doesn’t plan on letting go of you. He kisses you again on your lips, and quickly moves to kiss along your jaw.

“So we have the house all to ourselves?” He asks and you hum in response. He continues kissing down, going down your neck and sucking on that sweet spot that he knows so clearly.

“Let’s go to our room.” You tell him and he pulls away. You grab his hand and begin to lead him to your bedroom. While he walks up the stairs he loosens his tie, his cock getting hard just at the thought of having sex with you.

You get to the room and quickly take off the robe, leaving yourself completely naked since none of your lingerie fits, and you don’t find the maternity underwear alluring enough to seduce your husband. He takes in your beauty, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. He completely takes off his tie and begins to unbutton his shirt, all while he stares you down, thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you.

“You’re taking too long.” You say, watching as his shirt falls to the floor. He takes a couple steps towards you before his hand cups your breast, his thumb and index finger beginning to play with your nipple. His eyes are glued to your face, taking in your beauty before he lowers his head and his mouth wraps around your nipple.

He hasn’t stopped thinking about how big your boobs have gotten and how he wishes just to wrap his mouth around them. His mouth was salivating just looking at them for a minute.

He gives your tits attention, rolling his tongue while his hand plays with the other one, pinching your nipple and just squeezing your tit. He’s so focused, and he’s also enjoying himself. He pulls away, a strand of saliva connecting his mouth and your tit. He switches to your other tit and delights himself.

He has his fun, until that aching pain in his pants becomes too much, and he pulls away. He looks at you then lowers his gaze, and you see the tent in his pants. You unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants before rubbing his erection through his boxers. You watch his expression which brings a smirk to your lips.

You take a seat on the bed before pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock. Your hand wraps around his length and begins to slowly pump it, making him bite his bottom lip. It’s so slow, yet so enjoyable. His hand doesn’t do any justice.

You lick the tip, tasting the precum that leaks from the tip. He groans when your mouth completely wraps around his cock, taking in as much as you can. Your mouth always feels so good but tonight there’s something different about it. Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s just so touch deprived, that anything feels stupendous.

He just has to close his eyes and take it all. It all feels so great. But still he gets ideas in his mind, wanting to push your head and force you to take all of it. He restrains from it, remembering that you’re carrying his baby and he has to be ever so gentle with you.

He opens his eyes and looks down at you, watching your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock and it’s such a beautiful sight. He misses this sight and often looks back at videos that you’ve made before, but it never compares to the real thing.

Your hand goes up and strokes the part of his cock that isn’t in your mouth. You don’t want to gag on his cock tonight, but you still try your hardest to please him. You know that tonight he’s going to be easily pleased.

“It’s so good-” He moans, having to shut his eyes again, and you smirk as you get an idea. You bob your head a bit more before stopping and letting go of his cock, creating a pop sound. He looks down at you, and watches the little smirk on your face, and any other day he would’ve been mean and wiped off that smirk by making you choke on his dick.

“Take a seat.” You stand up, and he just looks at you confused. He takes a seat and watches as you kneel in front of him. Excitement overtakes him when he watches you cup your tits, and he just licks his lips. He’s been wanting the moment he noticed your growing boobs.

“You’re such a good wife.” He comments as you put his cock in the middle of your chest. You squeeze your tits together and he bites his bottom lip, holding back a moan. You begin to move your breasts and he just wants to throw his head back, but he just wants to watch.

This is a rare scene. But he loves it so much. He loves how your cleavage feels on his cock and it’s perhaps something he should ask for more often. Maybe for a birthday gift.

He watches how you move your tits. He enjoys the sensation. He stops biting his lip and freely lets his moans out, satisfying you with his voice. “So good-”

“I know, baby.” You respond. You continue moving your tits until his dick twitches and his cum lands all over you. It coats your boobs, and that sight is one he wishes he could see every time he closes his eyes. You let go of his cock and look at how he’s still hard.

Your index finger picks up some of the cum that rests on your tits and you bring it up to your lips. He’s mesmerized and thinks how good of a wife you are, how sensual you are.

He helps you get up and you lay down on the bed. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab a towel for you, and comes back quickly. He gives you the towel and you wipe off the cum that’s on your chest.

He runs two fingers through your folds and gathers your slick. He chuckles, commenting, “Look at how wet you are, baby.”

He holds his index and middle finger up, separating them to show you. You just want his dick inside you. You don’t care to look, you just tell him, “Fuck me.”

“What happened to my nice little wife?” Toji questions.

“Didn’t you hear me? Your nice little wife has her needs and needs them fulfilled.” You demand, and he teases you. His cock is right at the entrance but it won’t go in.

“Pregnancy makes you so demanding.” Toji coos before entering the tip. He takes it right out, causing you to complain.

“It’s the least you could do, after all, I am carrying your baby.” You tell him, and he continues to tease you.

“Ah? You are. You’re right. But you have a mean husband.” Toji responds, with continuous teasing. Until finally he slowly enters you. When he bottoms out, he waits for a minute to let you adjust. It’s been a while. His eyes are also closed and he enjoys the feeling of your cunt. “Fuck, I missed this.”

“It’s so fucking good-” You moan when he begins to move. It’s just perfect. You missed this so much. You can’t believe you chose to sleep over this all those other nights.

Your hand goes down to play with your clit as his thrusts speed up. Your cunt feels euphoric around him. Somehow now that you’re pregnant it feels even better. Or maybe it’s because it has been so long.

“Toji-” You moan, shutting your eyes because it’s all too much.

“If you weren’t already pregnant, I would’ve knocked you up.” He groans, watching his cock disappear in your cunt. His hand goes up to pinch and play with your nipples, while another rests on your bump. “I love how big your tits are. You look so cute with your bump too.”

“Toji, love your cock-” You begin, your brain clouded with sex. Toji just smirks because you’re always like this.

“Gonna come around my cock, baby?” He asks as you begin to clench around him. “Hmm..? C’mon, say it.”

“Gonna-” You begin, but you can’t finish your sentence.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you can say it. I know you can.” He insists, slowing down his thrusts because he’s almost at his peak as well.

“I’m gonna come-” You spit out. A couple more thrusts and your legs spasm as you see white and reach your orgasm.

“That’s it. That’s my baby.” He groans. He soon comes inside you, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of coming in your pussy, something he missed so much. He pulls out and lays down next to you to catch his breath.

“You okay?” He asks and you hum in response. He rests his hand on top of your belly, and gently caresses it. “Thank you.”

“It was no problem, baby.” You respond and he kisses your arm. You sit up and look at him. “I’m hungry.”

“Let’s eat the food I brought.”

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keepyourpantsongohan · 2 months

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Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S2

Awww, I like that Bond Forger the Dog also gets an intro about HIS secret identity. Equal opportunity deceit

Are we finally going to learn who exacty Yor is fighting? I would like to know!

Been there Anya, I also had little patience for watching the news as as a kid. Though, it seems more important in a pre-internet era

"Okay, you can change the channel." Loid Forger, International Spy, defeated by one (1) sad look from his little daughter

"I absolutely cannot tell him that I got shot in the butt while fighting a group of armed men." 10/10 episode plot, I cannot wait

"I've been relying on her too much without realizing it, and it's upset her. Yes, that must be it! I must do everything in my power to remedy this at once!" Loid immediately blaming Yor's mood on himself and deciding he has to be respond by being a better husband!!! I will keep saying it. He is THE Husband. World's Most Husband

"Why don't we go on a date?" HEE HEE

Puzzling that Yor thinks she hasn't been on a date though, when I can think of at least three dates so far (party-grenade-proposal date, lunch date, and drinks-and-reassurance date)

"I can't leave Anya alone at home, and this is a very important mission to ensure that we remain one happy family." It seems Loid has learned from the spy transmission debacle

"Last night, I came up with 862 date plans to ensure that Yor has fun." He's insane. I want to give him a leetle kiss

HAHAHAHA Franky being absolutely thrilled to bother Loid and Yor on their date. What a friendship 💕

Intriguing that Anya's telepathy has a distance limit. Tell me more!

Honestly, Yor having to position herself in a specific way to avoid pain is relatable. We love a chronic pain queen

"This woman had built up an immunity to poisons." HAHAHAHAHA the poison fixing Yor's pain. Sometimes, drinking does solve your problems!

LMAOOOO them censoring the bomb components. A real "don't try this at home" moment

NOT THE BABY MAKING THE BOMB. ANYA PLEASE

"I'm going to forget all this and live a normal life." Perfect. Forgers reforming their enemies left and right

"If it's not too much trouble, please invite me out again sometime." Never let being married stand in the way of your husband becoming your boyfriend 🥰

SCREAM at Bond's perception of what Loid does for work. I guess he's closer to the truth than most:

"Are you trying to do this for your... no. Are you trying to get revenge for your friends who were experimented on?" HAHAHA is Loid blushing because he wants to call himself his dog's dad?

FBKFJHFFHKJHF Loid taking on Bond as his mission back-up. He truly can be swayed so easily

WHERE DID LOID GET A DOG-SIZED SKI MASK AHHAHAHA

I love the giant puppy spy sidekick, employ this dog ASAP

"While they're busy playing, I'm going to work hard to get to the top," said Damian Desmond, Six Years Old, for whom The Top was beating all the other little bougie first graders

"Your friendship... preciously elegant." Me whenever I finish hanging out with my friends

I love that Henderson-sensei sends the kids out on a picnic as a punishment. He really is as silly as he is strict

I don't know if this is a vegetarian thing or a cultural thing but it always seems wild to me how people in anime bite into fish, scales and all

"Did you know that the most recent studies in neuroscience suggest that your brain feels really revitalized when you're spacing out?" I like Mr. Green, Grizzled Navy Custodian, too

HAHA Damian trying his hardest to space out. Me when people tell me to practice mindfulness

"Oh, you don't [have a goal], eh? That's perfectly fine!" "Actually, I want to live my life eating lots of snacks." "Splendid! You'll have to think earnestly about how to make that possible." I take it back, I LOVE MR. GREEN

Ready to sob about this field trip actually. AHHHHHHH:

"Good evening, Mr. Vile Trash." ACAB; All Cops are (Weird) Brothers

"What's so wrong about trying to improve the country my family lives in?" Nothing but the hostile, paternalistic nationalism of a Cold War, Frank Perkin, Newspaper Sensationalist and Adult Bully of Wealthy Children

"I'll request that your father gets some financial aid to get by." I feel like that will not make up for imprisoning his son, Yuri, but whatever helps you sleep

"Blech." That's also how I feel about Weird Brother Yuri, Anya

"Revenge will only make you sadder. I'll make you forget about all that with my love." This is the plot of Naruto

Honestly, I was super sold on the Bondman Polycule when it was just him, his spy partner Agent M, and the enemy spy lady who had all linked arms together. I feel like this could work:

"How was anything he did gentlemanly?" Loid said: I'm a one-woman kind of spy

"Lord Damian, how could you possibly pick the joker there." "Shut up!' [Internally] She's so unfair... Damn it! I like to believe Loid might approve of Damian's crush purely because he is also willing to do whatever Anya wants if she makes one (1) sad face

Poor Anya. She's really most suited to using her street smarts

"Garden? The group of assassins who have been in this country for ages? They're basically urban legends, aren't they?" FINALLY we're finding out more about Yor's job!! They do in fact seem at cross purposes with the spies

[Loid already walking away] "He's such a heartless jerk." I bet you $5 he has already decided to help Franky LMAO

Update from 8 min later: Alright, I owe you $5, he didn't care

"Am I normal?! Oh, thank goodness!" said Yor excitedly, as if that were not a moderately suspicious response to being called normal

Excited for an ep with no double-barreled title. Plot progression!

I truly don't know where this falls on the spectrum of ways that anime will depict black and brown characters LMAO. Like Donovan Desmond, the Shopkeeper has an extremely haunting aura:

"You will be providing protection on this mission." Oooooh, change of pace!

"Is there actually any reason why I should continue my job as a killer?" A question every assassin should ask themselves, I think

"HQ may or may not be trying to cut back on our shady overtime practices." Incredible. I can't believe even the underground spy agency has PTO. I wonder who regulates spy labour law

"If not for this bodyguard job, the three of us could've enjoyed this vacation together." AWWW Yor loves her family so much

"You can say this is a gangster's destiny." [Reba voice] A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kid never stops!

"Papa! We need to hurry up and explore the ship before it sinks!" "It's not going to sink! Stop scaring everyone." The fact the staircase looks distinctly modelled after that one scene from Titanic really sells Anya's point

Loid incapable of framing having fun as anything but a mission ljggkjgj truly he might benefit from a Real Psychologist

"That family's just for camoflauge, right?" "Yes, you're right... Is... that true?" I love Yor slowly admitting that she loves her family for their own sake 💗

As Yor was declaring doing her best, I did worry briefly that someone was going to [redact] Olka. Other anime have been less kind to me than Spy x Family

I love Yor making another mum friend in Olka 💞 Gal pals

Finally saying suspicious things in public has a consequence!!

"It's been a while since we've had dinner without Mama." "Yeah, it's a bit lonely." Hee hee, Loid misses his wife

I love the immediate transformation in Yor's face as soon as Olka/Shaty says she didn't order room service

I don't have much to say but I am really entranced by the assassin vs. assassin + informant goings on!!

"I may not look it, but I'm a married woman, so I'll have to decline." Absolutely loving Yor quietly and efficiently beating these hitmen unconscious as she passes through the cruise ship

"Which is it?! Would normal parents buy their child something in this situation or not?!" Loid is incapable of making a decision without thinking about how it looks in relation to him being a spy. Anxiety king

[In Anya's mind] "Yor! You're an assasin who hates frogs? Let's get a divorce. The Forgers are done." Like father, like anxiety-ridden daughter

"I am a normal father. A good father," said Loid, which is frankly not usually something a good or normal father would say

"Papa, you're not excited at all." Loid defeated by one (1) six-year-old's piercingly accurate psychoanalysis

Loid is facing a true Psychological Battle: The Fitting Room

Anya Ultimate Wingman Award for convincing everyone her mum's battle is actually a circus act

Awwww, Zeb, Fake Husband to Olka, likes her. I hope this is a healthy experience in Yor seeing other fake couples work it out, but I do also think Zeb could mega-die

"As long we people continue to be people, conflict will never end." Alright, Director Doomsday, calm down

"What am I? What am I doing this for?" [B Eilish voice] What was I made foooooor?

"Does she hate me? Or is she just going through a rebellious phase?" Loid whenever one of the Forger girls looks upset: THIS MUST BE MY FAULT SOMEHOW

A hasty and confident NO to Assassin Sniff's whole vibes

We interrupt this program to think about how cute Loid and Anya are!! I love Loid entertaining Anya and also supporting her while he thinks she's missing Yor

"Nice, Mr. Husband!" Oh good, we love a bulletproof vest for Zeb!

Truly a wild juxtaposition of Forger Family Fireworks Night:

"This might be a bit late to ask, but would you consider just peacefully going home?" I love you, Compassionate Combat

I'm having a hard time believing all this will happen without Loid eventually noticing; the fireworks are long gone. I actually do hope Loid crashes her battle, Director Doomsday is out cold

"I'm doing this to support my family.... wait. I guess I am also doing this for money. But... no, I make enough to survive now. I'm hunting down bad guys for my country! For my country? Have I always been so righteous? What am I doing this for?" Poor Yor, this is like the worst possible time for an existential crisis

YOR AND LOID BOTH BEING MOTIVATED BY THEIR DESIRE FOR OTHERS TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

[In Yor's flashback] "Be it for someone else, or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job... That's something to be very proud of." I'm sure Loid will acknowledge me. He'll forgive me. I like to think so too, Yor!!

Never mind to Loid helping Yor out, he is busy disarming a bomb threatening to sink them. This truly is the Titanic LMAO

LGLHGLGJHGLJHG Anya accidentally tripping the assassins so they shoot each other. Like mother, like daughter 💖

"You'll be able to enjoy the symphony of agonized screams and roars coming through the wiretaps on this ship." I can't wait for Loid to sink this guy with his own clock-bomb

Update from 30 seconds later: See? Self-owned and sunk

Awwwww Yor really does deserve the baby hug after the day she's had:

"I pray that, someday, you and your family will be able to find true peace." OLKAAAA

"I know it was an emergency, but I ended up casting my family aside again." Loid and Yor having the same crisis about whether to prioritize their family or their jobs 🥺🥺🥺

Loid's blush at Yor catching him skipping as he continues to skip over in her direction. Hee hee

"I hope peaceful days like this will continue forever." ME TOO, YOR!

Get you a mum who would secretly beat up sharks for you ❤️‍🩹

Setting aside how fun snorkeling is, absolutely terrible idea to go into the ocean with an open wound OMG

Loid carrying his whole family is the cutest thing I've ever seen, 10 bajilion/10zo; perfect:

[Internally] "You did a great job." Loid is in loooooove

"I can never tell if he's actually clever, or clumsy." Me either, Handler

Anya learning about the vacation disparity of rich kids LMAO

"If youre going to create a persona for yourself, you need to be strategic and commit." Not Loid turning this lie lecture into a spy lecture in his mind

"Lying is too much work, so I'll try not to do it anymore." Anya's entire set of adult role models do nothing but lie all the time, she really has no frame of reference for honesty

I do a little bit hate the Becky fantasizing about Loid thing, I have been Cardcaptor Sakura'd too much in life

NOT ANYA SELLING OUT HER MUM FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BECKY BEING HER RICH SIX-YEAR-OLD STEPMUM OH MY GOD

I feel like they take a lot of liberties in translating "Loid-sama" as "my precious Loid" but hey, he is precious

"Yor's going to get the wrong idea, somehow." Loid has finally registered that this child is obsessed with him and he is only concerned for wife not thinking he's a freak. A good husband above all else

"I really don't understand the children of rich people." Me either, Loid

I need you to see Loid's face as Becky declares that this is his expression of love for Yor:

"Your heart is as vast as the sky, and you're stronger than the earth itself. You're the perfect lady." Correct, Becky! Yor is amazing

"I had some extra souvenirs left after handing them out to everyone else. Do you want them?" LMAO @ the implication being lost on Fiona that he doesn't even think of her enough to warrant her own souvenir

I will say, I really do resonate with the theme of the ep being Loid is Hot and Amazing to Everyone But No One Will Ever Measure Up to Yor in His Eyes

"Maybe you're too nice, and biting and barking don't really suit you." Everyone in the Forger family is too nice for their job, including Bond Forger, Precognitive Puppy

Awwww Bond trying to help out all the humans with his visions

LNKFHKFHKJFH Loid really just got reprimanded by his dog

"And he went into save [Daisy the puppy]? What an impressive dog!" I love the Spy Dad-Psychic Puppy tag-team ❤️

[Internally] "I am a cool-headed spy. I cannot let my emotions show." Loid remains deadpan through SO many things but his dog looking a little funny while wet is his limit. What a man!

"Don't push yourself too hard. There's someone waiting back home who would be sad if you died." 1) V sweet, dad first, hero second. And 2) This is the second time Loid has directly spoken to his life situation with a simultaneous thinly-veined dog metaphor

WAHHHHHHH Loid and Bond's heroics being acknowledged by Anya giving them little paper Stellas:

Yor immediately joining in and congratulating them for their hard work on their walk!!! I LOVE ONE (1) SPY X FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭 IT'S A NICE SHOW

#ayesha talks anime #spy x family #liveblogging #sxf series #spy x family series #ayesha liveblogs spy x family #long post #guns tw #moqueueton #been a while since i've been able to watch 2 seasons of a show in succession!! very fun to continue

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fortheharbingers · 2 years

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characters: dewdrop/sodo, gn!reader

cw: blood ment, finger sucking, suggestive content – minors dni

a/n: the bloody guitar thing? he did it for the blood kink girlies he did it for me he is all my mind can think about right now have this short little thing<3 (also hi i still dk whether to call him dew or sodo LOL)

you can hear the sound of a guitar long before you make your way to the familiar chambers, the front of the door you've grown a bit too accustomed to and the firey ghoul residing there.

when you knock on the door firmly, once, and open it right after without even waiting for a reply however, you do not expect for the sound to triple– much more passionate ...and aggressive, enough so that you can feel your ears, your head and hands hurting.

and in the midst of the chaos, stands tall and proud Dew, as always, either unaware or uncaring of your arrival.

the sudden shift of his playing morphing into a mini impromtu guitar solo and you think 'yep, definitely the latter.' whenever he has the opportunity, he makes sure to show off, especially to you at all times– maybe top it off even, with a hand sliding down or fingers moving in ways not a single soul could deem 'innocent'.

walking past him, making sure to brush against his side, reeling in the fact that his playing stirs, even if just for a second; you make yourself comfortable on his bed and enjoy the show.

in his element even off stage, he holds your attention on him and him only, hands trailing down his body, his arms, the way he bounces his legs in sync with the melody, how he sways and moves and lovely, lovely fingers working their magic–

red.

your eyes spot it once and that's all they can see now, reminding you why you've decided to pay the ghoul this early visit in the first place.

jumping from his bed and rushing all the way to him, you catch the ghoul off guard with how sudden your mood shifts.

okay, maybe you should've been a little more careful and not haste because grabbing his hands and pulling them down to yourself, all the while on your knees certainly do not make up for the best of sceneries.

and he makes sure to remind a tiny partion of your mind that, with a low chuckle and quick joke about how you're so eager to kneel before him tonight.

sending a stern look his way gets him to shut up quickly, and so does the worried look on your face maybe.

though the worry is appreciated, ('aw, you like me that much, sweet thing?'), he brushes off all your comments to follow– about how he should be resting his hands, take it easy, let them recover and so on and on... and oh dear satan, doesn't that hurt? sting? demon or not you've got to have some pain receptors, no? well, what about making a mess, huh? surely it should be tedious to clean all up all that blood–

"you can always help with that, you know."

and he brings your train of thought, more like train of rambling off apparently, to a stop abruptly.

"well? no?" he speaks up when you stay silent for too long, "and here i thought you'd always be here to help– from what you've told me countless times before, at least." he teases you.

you'd probably hit him on the bicep or nudge his belly and trail off to find a first aid kit of sorts in regular circumstances.

but being on your knees in front of one fiery ghoul, his hands in yours, the scent of blood so sharp, heavy and delicious and his equally bloodied guitar as well as the crotch hidden behind it now– the circumstances are far from what your usual requires.

your grip on his hands loosen but gets more preceise. he can feel your fingertips ever so slowly moving against his skin now, tracing the bleeding areas, the lines of his palms, every small curve and vein– have you hands always been this cold?

and if so, why do they seem to burn now?..

raising your eyes from his hands to hold his gaze, you look up, not even needing to bat your eyelashes, parting your lips oh so slightly, donning that innocent look... oh no, the sight of you on your knees, with some of his blood already smeared on your hands, making you smell like him, is more enough to send him off.

"you're right, my apologies." your soft words fill what little space left between the two, ah, the pleasantries, always the pleasantries with you when you know you've got him hooked.

"i am a person of my word, after all. please," your words clouding him, your fingers going up and down his hands all the way to his wrists leaving him wanting. "allow me to help you."

he settles for a nod when words seem to fail him– your scent mixing with his not helping the situation at all.

he has had you in positions more obscene than this, surely, so what is it with now that has his senses overdriven with you, you and only you?

slight movements abandoned, you stroke a hand over the back of his hands with a hum, seeming to inspect the current damage his hands have endured. "we should get these cleaned up first, no?" you inquire, no caring for his replies.

turning his hands up and down, letting your nails slightly graze against the skin, dew watches your every move intently. "i doubt you have anything lying around to help with that." you talk more to yourself than anything.

"guess we've got no choice but to–" before he can ask 'but to what?' you bring a hand you were holding to your face and suck on a finger, he watches as two phalanges get lost behind your lips.

if your breath hot and fawning over his skin wasn't enough, your lips closing around the digits and rolling a tongue over certainly does the job.

dragging the fingers out, you turn the hand a little again, a frown making its way to your face. "what is it, pretty thing?" he finds himself asking.

"it's not working as efficiently as I've hoped," you say with a pout, now holding the hand with both your hands and dragging a tongue over the knuckles, slowing your movements when you taste the blood, eyes closed and your face carrying an expression he knows to be of 'content'.

at the contact of skin and saliva, your tongue and his bruises, open wounds, dew barely holds back a hiss.

opening your eyes, you look up to him again, a faint smile forming on your now blood stained lips.

"i'm afraid this will take longer than i anticipated."

bringing his other hand to cup your cheek and letting it fall slowly, his index linger a tad longer, dew tilts his head to the side.

"it's a good thing the night is young."

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fandomwritingbit · 8 months

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could u do william afton x bratty reader??? this idea mkes me so HAPYYYY EHEHHE!!!! thank u and have an awesome dayy!!

I can sure try! Hope this scratches the itch lmao

william afton x bratty (gn)reader

smut, spanking, degrading and brat taming below the cut ;)

You're sitting on your fling's sofa, waiting for him to put his attention back on you. He's been so caught up with work recently you've hardly seen him and now was supposed to be different. He promised to take care of you today. Then Henry called...

You watch him with his back to you, talking on the phone, feeling your lips automatically pout in response.

He sighs, "Yeah... Okay... I'll have to come in and sort it, won't I?" The second he says that you roll your eyes, how fucking typical of him. You were supposed to get the whole day with him and it's barely been a few hours.

Nodding at something Henry is saying he turns to face you, annoyance written in his expression. "No, it's not really alright, is it? … Fine, yeah, 20 minutes."

"Are you serious?" The words leave you in an instant, your tone whiny enough to make William scowl. He again turns his back on you, not having the patience to deal with two whining dependents at once. This spurs you to stand, and you go over too him and hang off his arm.

Your voice is coated in entitlement, "You can't go. You're spending time with me. Tell him you can't go!" The way you drag out those vowels, your voice pinched and higher than normal, makes the unpleasant expression on your lover's face double. He can't fucking stand when you whinge like this, he’s told you as much multiple times.

He mutes his side of the call, looking down at you, "I don't have a choice. Let go of me." Each word of the last sentence is hissed separately, punctuated by the way he tears you off his arm, making you stumble slightly. "Stop being a brat- I'm not in the mood to put up with you." His reaction to you stings and causes you to double down on him, growing more pissed off at the injustice.

"I can't believe you, you never keep your promises!" Your voice is so shrill it's heard clearly by the man on the other end of the phone, both of them think it's insufferable. You go over to your coat hung on the bannister, shrugging it on and picking up your bag, turning smartly to William, "If you don't have time for me, I'll go and find someone that does."

For a moment your boyfriend doesn't blink and just stares at you in disbelief, more than embarrassed that Henry just heard how petulant you can be. Still staring daggers at you, he speaks to his co-worker, "... I've got to go, Henry... yeah." He hangs up and tosses his phone onto the sofa.

"What are you doing? Put your stuff down." You can tell just by how he's looking at you that he's not asking. It's an order. So you look at him angrily. You're not one of his employees he can boss around, but at least you got his attention.

"No." You scoff, continuing to stand near the door, "Why should I be good for you, when you're not good for me?" He laughs at you incredulously, unable to believe you're really being this pathetic.

Walking over to you he takes the bag and the jacket roughly from your shoulders, letting both drop into a pile on the floor. He then catches your arm and turns you around so your back is pressed to him, his larger frame letting him speak directly to your ear.

"Why are you being such a brat, huh? You never fucking listen." The harshness of his tone is enough to make you regret your ploy for attention. "What do I have to do to teach you some respect?" You hope he's asking rhetorically because you wouldn't dream of answering that question. And so instead, you just lean into him, arching your back to let your behind press against his crotch, a small moan leaving your lips when you feel his cock respond.

He knows you just want his attention, want him to play with you, make you cum for him in that crazy way only he can do for you. But brats don't get rewarded and your arse against him right now is giving him an idea.

William manoeuvres you towards the arm of the sofa, bending you over against it, making you gasp when your stomach comes in sudden contact with it. You're at his mercy, his intimidating frame looming over you and adding to the growing arousal between your legs. His fingers are rough, digging into your skin when he hooks them under your waistband and pulls your trousers down, your underwear soon following. You feel so exposed, anticipation heavy in your stomach as you wait for what he's about to do to you.

He grabs a handful of your plush cheek, kneading the flesh and frowning at how you squirm.

"Look at you arching your back so pretty, I nearly forgot what a needy little brat you are." His tone is mean, and your stomach twists at realisation that this is a punishment. Without warning, he strikes your arse hard, the palm viciously stinging you. You yelp, turning to look at him but quickly being grabbed at the base of your neck and held down.

"Now listen. To make it up to me you're going to count every one of these. Nice and clear. But anything else I hear from you adds more." There's a sinister joy to his words, making you gulp at the knowledge that he isn't going to go easy on you. Not one bit.

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #fnaf smut #henry emily #william afton imagines

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honeypiehotchner · 9 months

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Devil’s Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part four

Super short, because things are about to get insane, so...

Warnings: angst, tension, the works

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Four: You’re not who you are to anyone -- “Good Looking” by Suki Waterhouse

Strauss said she wanted to speak to Hotch as soon as the jet landed, and no later.

Hotch dismissed the team and took one of the cars with Rossi, back to the BAU. Hotch drove, his hands clenching the wheel so hard that Rossi was beginning to notice.

“Everything okay?” Dave asked.

Aaron relaxed his hands, but his shoulders remained tense, his eyebrows drawn together. “Erin wants to speak with me.”

“She usually does,” Dave says. “She’s probably worried about you, Aaron. We all are.”

“Dave, I’m fine.” Hotch wished everyone would stop fucking asking. He didn’t feel like repeating himself; he never liked doing that. “I’m where I need to be.”

“Are you?” Dave pressed. “Or should you be on vacation?”

Hotch scoffed. “To where?”

“Anywhere,” Dave laughed. “Anywhere but here.”

Hotch laughed with him. He had a point. Anywhere but there would’ve been nice. Anywhere but there, where Hotch wasn’t confined by the BAU’s rules and Strauss’s constant gaze, waiting for him to do something she could fire him for. If she could, she’d fire him for the way he handled this recent unsub, but Hotch didn’t think she had any grounds. He could argue his way out of it if he needed to, and she knew that.

He was a prosecutor before he came to the FBI, after all. He knew how this game worked, and how to play it.

Strauss knew all of this, which is why she brought the director in. She needed backup.

Hotch knew from the moment he entered her office that it was an intervention. He knew right away he had lost the game. At least, the game they were playing. He had a different one, and he had already won.

He accepted their deal. Minimum four months extended bereavement time, with pay. He was not to step foot in the BAU for the entire time, or communicate with the team about any of the cases. He was required to pass another psychological evaluation before returning, but it would be random.

His sentence was a suspension, without the official title. He was put in time-out, so to speak, and he hated it, but he accepted it. What he needed to do could no longer be done here. He needed time to himself to do what he wanted. And now he had it.

He headed downstairs to his office, first stopping in Rossi’s to tell him what Strauss ordered, and what he agreed to. Dave seemed pleased, albeit skeptical. He knew how Aaron got when he had to stay away, but he hoped this one would stick. And help.

In his office, Hotch loaded his briefcase with case files he had shoved aside in the past. Cases JJ brought him that were odd, but he felt weren’t good enough to warrant the team’s time. Cases he should’ve paid attention to. Cases that he knew he needed to close.

He had wrongs he needed to right, and now he had the time to do so. He won.

+++

You returned to the BAU with Morgan, who had plans to pick up Garcia. You told him you needed to grab a few things from your desk, but you could tell he didn’t really believe you.

Nonetheless, Derek drove and went straight to Garcia’s lair when you arrived. You headed into the bullpen.

Peering up at Hotch and Rossi’s offices, you saw Rossi at his desk, on the phone, and Hotch in his office, packing things away.

Shit. This wasn’t what you wanted, not really. You didn’t expect Strauss to do anything about it. Or maybe you did, but you didn’t want to admit it-- admit that Aaron was really starting to worry you.

You dropped your bag on your desk and sprinted up the stairs, bypassing the knock and barging into Hotch’s office.

“How’d it go with Strauss?” you blurted, out of breath, terrified and hoping he wasn’t angry. But his moods were so out of control lately, how were you supposed to know?

Hotch paused, leveling his gaze at you. His hand rested on his briefcase. “How did you know I was with Strauss?”

You laughed uncomfortably, your arms swinging by your sides. “Rossi said something on the jet.”

“No he didn’t.”

Another uncomfortable laugh. You gestured toward Hotch, saying, “Then you must have.”

“I did not.”

“Why does it matter?” you pressed, already feeling backed into a corner. Truthfully, you didn’t expect him not to figure it out. Either by your big mouth or his own profiling. It seemed like he already knew before you came into his office. “How did it go? Are you alright? These are more important, Aaron, how are you feeling?”

Hotch knew you had told Strauss something, he just didn’t know what exactly. Until that moment.

“I’m fine,” he replied neutrally. “I’m taking the remainder of my bereavement time.”

The surprise rocked you so hard that you took a step back. You expected him to fight Strauss and for Strauss to lose, for some big argument to ensue and cause a scene. But he said it so…calmly.

“Oh! Really? That’s… That’s good. That’s great, right? How do you feel about it?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” he shrugged. “I suppose it’s a good idea.”

“It is,” you murmured, hoping he’d at least see that you talked to Strauss for his own good. You cared deeply for him, which is why you couldn’t let this go. “I think it’ll be really good for you to take some more time to yourself.”

What about us? You wanted to ask, but kept yourself restrained. What will we do about us?

“I think so too,” he answered. “Strauss told me not to communicate with anyone from the team while I’m gone.”

“Yeah, for work stuff,” you said, sounding a little hopeful. “But we can still…” your voice trailed away. What were the two of you doing?

He shook his head. The action was so small. You almost didn’t see it. You wondered if he really meant it.

“Aaron…” You shook your head now. Surely, he couldn’t be serious. The two of you had just gotten over yourselves, had just begun to relax into each other’s arms without worry. You had just gotten comfortable. You didn’t mind that he was hurting; you wanted to help him through it. Why wouldn’t he let you help him through it?

“I’m sorry,” he said. You saw that he didn’t mean it.

Tears formed in your eyes and you continued shaking your head. This wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to get help, not leave you behind. Not like this.

“Please,” you cried. “Aaron, please. Don’t do this.”

His expression didn’t change. You don’t remember if he even looked sad.

You don’t know who you said goodbye to that day, but it wasn’t Aaron. Not the Aaron you know, not the Aaron you love, not the Aaron who held you so close at night and kissed you to sleep.

This man before you was different. You couldn’t place how, but you knew. He was different.

“Stay,” you whispered, as you watched him latch his briefcase. “Stay, please.”

He didn’t.

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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Hey I love your work you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr!! If you want to I have an Idea! Could u do obey me headcanon or fic on an mc who is sick? I love Lucifer so anything with him is perfect! TYSM!!

Demon Brothers With a Sick MC

The Brothers x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, could be read as platonic or romantic depending on your mood

Content/Warnings: He/She Asmodeus, no warnings, just tooth rotting fluff

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Lucifer

Being the dad of the house, he’s definitely the most prepared

And he’s able to keep calm when the others are overreacting

It’s just a little flu, it happens to humans all the time!

It’s not like you’re dying or anything!

…You’re not dying, right?

No, no! Of course not, that’s a silly worry

But he’ll keep a close eye on you just in case

While simultaneously having to keep his terrified brothers at bay so they don’t disturb your much needed rest

He’s already ordered plenty of human world things for you as well since demon sickness and human sickness are incredibly different

Nothing in the Devildom would work for you

He’s keeping track of all your meds and when you have to take them

He’s got a whole schedule and he will make you adhere strictly to it

But it’s for your own good

Overall the most responsible caretaker, even if he can be a bit rigid

It’s only because he cares about you and wants you to get better

Mammon

Wait

You’re sick?!

This can’t be happening!

His precious human has fallen ill! It’s the end of days! Its—

Oh wait it’s just the common flu?

…Oh

But what if that flu gets WORSE?!

And you DIE?!

WAAAAH—

(Yeah he’s freaking out)

He tries to hide it at first but soon his worry completely takes over

He’s practically SOBBING at your bedside as if you have days left when in reality you’re just a little sniffly and have a kind of fever

He accompanies Lucifer on EVERY trip to your room and has to practically be dragged away from you

He knows you need rest but he needs to watch over you just in case!

And you better not throw up or anything because that will have him convinced you’re at death’s door

He’s gonna be an absolute mess until you’re 100% recovered, and maybe even a while after

And he’ll definitely be camping out on the floor of your room to make sure you’re okay and to get you anything you need

And that means ANYTHING

Mammon can swindle his way into just about anything

If Lucifer somehow hasn’t gotten you what you need already, Mammon has it

And it was totally worth the debt it put him in

Leviathan

He’s the second most worried

But instead of outwardly freaking out the way Mammon does he lays in his bed worrying about you

Logically he knows it’s not that big of a deal, and in a few days to a week you’ll be all better

But his anxiety keeps reminding him of that slim chance that you won’t ever get better

And the thought is just too much to bear!

He’ll be visiting you a lot too

And he’ll probably sleep on the floor once or twice too

He cant do it as often as Mammon since the hard floor is too uncomfortable for him to actually get any sleep

But it’s the fact that he tried that matters

He’ll be supplying you with warm blankets and plenty of little puzzles or games to keep you entertained while you’re stuck in bed (Lucifer’s orders)

He’s simply nice to have around and great gaming partner

After a bit of reassurance he’ll stop being so worried

And he strikes the perfect balance of being fun company while also knowing when you need your rest

Satan

Genuinely the least worried

Obviously that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, but he thinks his brothers are overreacting a wee bit

It almost makes him a bit jealous to see them doting on you the way they do

Even Lucifer!

Like, what?!

But that’s okay, because he can out do them all

When he finally gets a moment alone with you, he makes sure to bring some books

He’ll read to you for as long as you’d like

He likes the way you smile up at him as he reads, he can really tell that you’re enjoying not only the story but just his presence itself

And he gets to share his favorite stories with you!

It’s a big fat win-win

He especially likes to read to you at night before you go to bed

He loves how peaceful you look as you slowly drift off to his words

Sometimes even the other brothers will join in to hear the stories

Of course they all leave once you’ve fallen asleep for good, bickering on the way out about something or other concerning your health

But when he’s sure no one is looking, Satan sneaks back in to your room to give you a kiss on the forehead and a goodnight before heading off

Oh, and he always leaves a few books on your bedside table in case you want to read them

They always make him feel better, after all

Asmodeus

Lucifer has the medicine covered, but Asmodeus takes care of you in a more glamorous way

Bubble baths are his go to remedy!

The right mixture of salts and scents can clear your sinuses, soothe your body aches, and even help bring down your fever

Self care is always important, but it’s especially essential when you’re feeling under the weather!

She puts together the most amazing bubble baths too; bath bombs, essential oils, candles, all the fixings

And with a bit of well done magic she can ensure the water never gets cold

So you can enjoy the serenity of the dimly lit bathroom without a time limit or getting chilly

And he’ll even write you little notes on the fogged up mirror

Of course, though, he’s going to ask to join you

And if you say yes he’ll absolutely spoil you

She’ll insist on washing your hair for you since you’re so sickly and weak

You shouldn’t have to lift a finger

Just relax and let the rose petals in the water drift through your mind

She’ll take care of you

For the avatar of lust, he actually manages to be surprisingly sweet

There are even times when you can tell he’s genuinely worried

But she knows you’ll pull through

After the bubble bath it’s right into the comfiest pajamas a Devilgram brand deal can buy

And then some beauty rest for the both of you

Beelzebub

This sweet boy is so kind but so clueless

He doesn’t even totally realize what’s going on until you tell him yourself

Of course, he’s handling your meals

At first Lucifer has to monitor him to make sure he doesn’t eat it all before it gets to your room

But Beel really does want to take care of you

Everyone else is doing their part, so should he!

And that is enough to give him the willpower to make you three meals a day without eating a single bite!

(Okay well— Maybe he did have a tiny bite, but it was so small even Lucifer didn’t notice! That’s pretty impressive for him!)

Plus, he always makes double so he can eat with you

Please remember to tell him how good his food is

It’ll make his heart skip a beat

He’s not well thought out like Lucifer or comforting like Asmodeus or even as sneaky as Mammon

But he cares for you just as much as any of his brothers, and he needs to pitch in and get you back to full health

He’ll even feed you if you’d like

Rest is important, right?

So just lay back and let him do all the work

Don’t worry, he’ll blow on it to make sure it’s not too hot

And he’s cut it all up to make sure the bites aren’t too big

He won’t leave until he’s 100% sure that’s your tummy has been adequately filled

And if you give him permission he’ll gladly take care of your left overs

Belphegor

Belphie is the absolute best cuddle buddy on a normal day, but it’s especially great when you’re not feeling well

Demons can’t catch human sicknesses, which means he can cuddle up on you all he wants!

And he will

Every chance he gets

Lucifer will try to keep him out of your room, but once he sneaks in there’s no getting him out

All it takes is one minuscule slip up and he’s taken up permanent residency in your bed

He’s so warm and soft, just what you need when your sickness is making you too uncomfortable to properly rest

He’ll rub your back and whisper softly to you, telling you stories about the Celestial Realm and the beautiful things he’s seen there

You’ll have the best naps of your life with Belphie

Hell, I’d even go so far as to say the naps were so good theyd probably speed up youre recovery process!

Although, once he’s in the habit of waking up by your side it’ll be hard for him to stop

You’ll have to humor him for a little longer

Maybe even forever if he has it his way

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kosije · 9 months

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a/n: if i told you this had been sitting in my drafts for over half a year would you believe me?

cw: afab fem reader, arguing (not in detail), baby angst, horrible attempt at writing accented dialog (atsumu I'm so sorry), fingering (f! receiving), head (f! receiving), possible part two (probs not)

The argument started as a joke. At least, that’s all it was to Atsumu. He didn’t even mean to catch you in a bad mood. You started squinting at him and making him feel stupid, and he got much more passionate and vindictive. It was only a matter of time before his smart mouth said something inappropriate, and now your eyes read something other than anger. You're hurt.

He thought it was just a rise of emotions and didn’t matter to either of you, but after he came back from training only to get the silent treatment every time he tried to talk to you. He won't lie—he started to sweat. His pride held him back from apologizing first. After seeing you turn away from him, he decided to just wait till the morning for you to come around.

Sure, when you rejected to eat the dinner he prepared, he felt troubled, but he can always pack it up for your lunch tomorrow. So what if the shock of you turning your back to him in bed and scooting as far as you could get away from him made his chest hurt? It was too hot to cuddle, anyway.

It wasn’t until the third day you left to work without a word or glance at him he felt his pride collapse. He was spiraling. It's bad enough that he hasn't apologized yet, but what if...? You're not thinking about... leaving, right? Shakey tan hands finding his phone and calling you after going the whole three days without hearing your voice unless it was to address someone other than him. He knows you get off in 2 hours, but he can’t help his worry.

It’s not only until his call gets declined does he nearly faints. It’s all too much. He starts desperately replaying the situation in his head. You really had only been looking out for him when you told him you didn't want him to practice until so late. But he just had to not listen and turn it back on you, huh? Just listen. That was it. The rift between you now was all because he was being too immature. If he had known this would have- no, that's not the point. He shouldn't have either way. You know that, don't you?

Like a blessing, he hears the door click and watches you push past it. Your head is hung, and your purse and coat hit the floor in a phut before you kick your heels off away from the walkway. You're tired. When your eyes meet, they're cold as steel before widening in shock.

“Y/n...”

He wasn’t crying, but he could feel the blood rush to his face and his breathing deepen. Before he can spill his guts out to you, you pull him in for a hug.

Now he’s really crying.

You say nothing as you hold him, just rub his back softly and let him cry into your shoulder. Even in your exhaustion, knee-jerk is to take care of him. He really must be pathetic.

He leans into your touch as you wipe his tears away, letting him hold your wrist to his lips as he peppers kisses all along your palm.

“‘M so so sorry, love. Was so scared ya would neva talk t'me again.” His accent is much thicker than usual, and he feels so overwhelmed his head crashes down on your shoulder.

“I deserved it all. It’s all my fault.'m so sorry, y/n. Please don’t leave me. I’ll be so much better ‘nd I’ll never do that again. I was jus- it doesn't matter why, it was stupid. I should've never said that.”

“Hey," You don't sound demeaning, but your voice is firm and he can tell what you mean by it, so he brings his head from your shoulder to look you in your eyes. "I'm sorry for making you feel stupid. I should've talked to you after you got settled in, and not immediately after getting home. But never, should you ever, talk to me like that. I'd never leave you for this. I love you far too much. But I also love sleeping next to my boyfriend at a reasonable hour. I love you, Tsumu, okay? That hasn't changed. I promise.”

He nods in your hands before resting his forehead on yours.

“Can I kiss ya?”

Instead of answering, you kiss him first, and he's sighing into it. Short pecks turn more passionate and drawn out. Lashes flutter shut, and he savors the taste of coffee and vanilla chapstick he gets when his tongue slipped inside. As his hands maunder your body and find your hips, he needs you closer. He grabs under your thighs and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist as the kisses turn into a make-out session. You help him take off his tee shirt, letting out a shaky breath when he sucks on your neck, walking to your bedroom.

“Fuck baby- lemme, make it up t'ya. Let me make ya feel good. Lemme show ya how much I’ve missed ya”

His chest is heavy and the bulge in his pants is more than apparent through his sweatpants. You look up at him doe-eyed and nod, and he has to bite his lip to keep the moan threatening to tumble out at bay. It’s not until you’re only in your underwear that he pauses. Letting his calloused finger rub up and down your slit, he swallows your strained moans with his tongue down your throat. You impatiently paw at his shoulders, and without asking, he moves your panties to the side and slips his finger inside. His mouth moves down to your thighs as his finger slowly moves in and out of you before adding a second, and you’re already whining for more. He kisses the fat of your thigh once more before pecking, then sucking and licking your clit while a third finger bullies your cunt.

Your hands move to his hair and you rock your hips against his face as you chase your release. The sensation stings his scalp, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Not when you taste so good. Not when he’s been missing and dreaming about your cunt ever since you’ve turned your back on him.

“F-fuck-Fuck ‘Tsumu, I’m gonna cum!”

Your cries run straight to his dick as he ruts his clothed cock into the bedsheets while eating you out. You cry out as your orgasm rushes over you, as your heels dig into his lower back. He greedily laps up everything you let out while bathing in all the praises that fall from your swollen lips. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his lips, then kisses you back up to your chin.

"Did ya like that?"

"Yes," and the breathless way that you say it makes him smile.

"Good, 'cuz I have somethin' even better fer ya."

#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) smuts #atsumu x reader #haikyuu smut #atsumu smut #atsumu headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyu x reader

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jesssssssssica · 9 months

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are we still friends? cl16

“i think that we should end this”

i knew the end was near a while back, i mean did he not think i’d seen the way he would look at my friends, the same way he used to look at me when we were just two teenagers in love who thought they could take on the whole world together.

i miss those days a lot.

“oh okay.”

i think he expected a much bigger reaction from me, i mean at least i think by the surprised expression he bears at my short answer. i don’t know why he thought i would give him much more than a one sentence answer though because i know if the roles were reversed he would be the exact same, maybe he would only just utter ‘okay’.

does he expect me to empty my heart out and beg for a second chance? to say that he was the best thing i had because he isn’t, i have a life outside of him, or does he think that when i’m not attending races with him i’m crying in my room, missing his presence? i don’t know what goes on in his mind.

i will miss him though.

i’ll miss waking up to the sunlight shining down on his face, highlighting his features as he lightly snores against the pillow.

i’ll miss christmas and spending it with his family, waking up on christmas morning and trotting downstairs, laughter echoing around the living room as we all exchange gifts.

i’ll miss his stupid accent struggling to pronounce words.

i really will miss him but if it’s really meant to be then maybe one day, whilst i’m sitting down in some random cafe i’ve stumbled across, i’ll look across the room and spot him and only then will i realise that we’re meant to be but until then we will have to part way-

“hey y/n, i hope we can still be friends.”

what.

the.

hell.

how can he ask that when he knows that in a weeks time he’ll find himself in the arms of someone i called a friend?

if i had the strength i would ask him ‘can we be friends?’ but i’m afraid that a sob might escape me instead.

is he an idiot? he had the perfect chance to just leave and get on with his normal life and yet he has my mind working a mile a minute. surely he realises that we would never work as just friends, i’d be petty that you moved on so quickly which would then cause you to make a snide comment about me which would then make me throw my drink on you and then yeah…. not the greatest friendship.

if we were still friends, i wouldn’t shake your hand or say hello or laugh at your jokes, i would probably just smile at you once or twice, though you’d be able to tell that the smile doesn’t quite reach my eyes, causing your mood to damper but i know even after that you won’t give up.

so why, when you know the truth, do you still want to be friends? just say your goodbyes not ‘see you soon’ or ‘smell you later’ because that means you hope we have another chapter, so just say goodbye and walk away.

i don’t exactly like you right now charles, but i’d rather we didn’t end this on bad terms.

i look up, only just remembering the other presence in the room, somehow ignoring his beady eyes on my face.

he stares at me, waiting anxiously for my answer, so i just shake my head.

“no charles, we can’t.”

his shoulders sag and he walks away into the night.

i never saw him after that.

i wonder what could’ve been.

authors note: i’m gonna cry, i’m going back into my short pieces again :(((

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc angst #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagines

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starsomens · 5 months

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Could you possibly write a story about how Noah’s girlfriend can’t go on tour with him because she has to work a normal job like retail or something so she gets really depressed and misses him so her best friend (gay guy) calls Noah and they plan to surprise her. Either fluff or smut I’m not picky.

Note: I made a friend based off of one of my friends

warnings: Slightly

"Look all I'm saying is that you could quit, you work with us and I can have you around any time of the day" he said setting his luggage on the tour bus. He was leaving for another tour and of course came the difficult part of saying goodbye.

"Noah...you know I like my job and how I feel about working." you say sliding your hands up his chest and hook around his neck "I will miss you though" you pout as his lips come down to meet yours in a peck

"then come with me" he whispered

"Noah you know what I'm going to say, now go on" you playfully slap his butt "your fans are waiting for the king"

After saying your goodbyes to Noah, the boys and the rest of the team, you drive yourself back home. No music on the radio, no calls just yet, just some silence. You always wore a happy face when you sent him off, but deep down it really does hurt to see him go. No funny jokes in the car or recalling memories. Pulling up to your house wasn’t any better either, but it was your rest day before going into work tomorrow so you wanted to get some things done and rest up before the hectic week started.

You would’ve gone back to sleep, but you opted to just stay in bed. You didn’t really like falling asleep, knowing that Noah was gone, and when you would wake up, he wouldn’t be there either which kind of made it worse. Stayed in bed for a couple more hours just scrolling through your phone, about two hours later Noah had given you a call

“ hey princess, how are you holding up?” he asked sounding happy to be talking to you.

“ I’m doing all right but the house feels too quiet… I miss you” you sigh

” I miss you too princess. But I’ll be back before you know it at least we’re not traveling outside the country so if you need me to come back just let me know. I’ll leave them run back to the house.” he chuckled.

“ even if your states away, you’d run for me?”

“ I would crawl for you. It’s not like I haven’t been on my knees for before.” You could practically hear him, wiggling his eyebrows through the phone.

“Noah! The rest of the guys are you!” Gently scolded him

“ don’t worry they either sleep or have their headphones on. It’s not like they don’t know how I am with you, so it wouldn’t be a surprise.” he giggled once again. This would definitely be the death of you.

“Oh Getting a call from Derek” you said as your phone buzzes against your hand “ if you want I can call you back. I’ll make the call quick.” he said not wanting to get off the phone with him.

“ no baby it’s okay go have fun your conversation. Knowing Derek he’s probably gonna tell you about his latest hook up.”

“Okay… I love you I’ll talk to you later”

“ I love you more sunshine” he made a sound and blew a kiss through the phone like he usually likes to do “ I’ll keep you updated when we get to our first stop”

“ make sure to tell Bryan to send me all the pictures he takes of you” a lot of pictures to himself, which always pissed you off because it was always the best pictures of Noah

“ I’ll make sure to tell him no go talk to Derek. He’s probably cursing you out knowing you’re not picking up his call right away.

With that said, you hang up the phone and pick up the next call

“ hey there Bestie I feel like ditching work. I’m just going shopping today because of that you caught a cold and gave it to me.” Right off the bat told you his plan no hesitation just like he would typical Derek.

You chuckle and shake your head” not today Derek I think I might want to go to work. Just not really feeling it today.”

“ oh, babes” it finally struck him “ Did Noah leave for tour already?” he asked

“ yeah… not really in the mood to go shopping you know?” You couldn’t help start to feel a massive weight on your chest. Course you miss Noah but you’re also just really sad he wasn't around. You know what came with the package when you would date someone who was in the music industry. And you accepted it....but it never got easier. Some tours felt shorter than others. He's only been gone for some hours and you wanted him back already.

You finally got yourself out of bed, shower and get yourself ready for a day of work. Derek came to pick you up and even brought your usual coffee and breakfast order. He always knew how to sweeten you up, even if it was just a little. Work was as it usually was stubborn customers, long hours, and even longer time staring at the clock, waiting for closing. but it did beat staying at home all by yourself Waiting for Noah. You got to crack jokes about customers with Derek.

It was going really well for the first week or so. You’d get home and take a nice relaxing bath and chat with Noah. Sometimes it was his day off so you got to video call with him and see the sites of the state he was currently in. He had even secretly grabbed merchandise from each store of anything you pointed out and cute. And for that week OK that wasn’t until the next month hit… Derek was doing a phenomenal job. Especially after, He did offer for you to go out to your favorite little drink spot and it honestly sold it nicely. He took him up on the offer. However, by the end of the night he just kept sipping on your now water down drink we’re calling memories about Noah. Some of them having a little too much information then he usually ask you for.

He took you home and made sure that you were inside of your house, and that your door was locked

“ don’t worry Y/N, it’s the first day I promise you will be better and you’ll just be looking forward to him coming home you’ll see” he may have said that with too much confidence….

The next week and a half you would mow around and almost any little thing that reminded me of you would make you tear up. And he wasn’t to complain about his best friend. However, there was only so much that his sanity he could take seeing as that he was now holding sanity for you both.

The only time you seem to feel happier when you had a video call with Noah, but sometimes they were cut short due to him having to go out and perform. Luckily, some of the staff were good friends with you and would video call you during his performances, it was nice that you wish you could have been there in person.

Sometimes you really did regret not taking up on his offer. But you didn’t just want to be on tour as his girlfriend who just tagged along you would’ve felt like you were freeloading away. Oh, how you missed him to go to bed. The way he peered your entire face with kisses whenever you have a nightmare. How he warm up your hands by holding them in his and blowing hot air onto them. You felt like a teenager who missed her crush in a way it wasn’t too far off from that. Going to about 2 1/2 months of you being an absolute dread and depression your best friend had had enough. So during one of your episodes, where you just laid in bed, playing all of your songs on repeat, he made a little phone call to Noah.

You have no idea how you didn’t hear the conversation. All you knew was that you were now in your office job face-to-face with your boyfriend with a large book of roses. If the tour dates were right, he was supposed to be basically on the other side of the country here he was, your jaw was slag as you stared at him, not knowing whether to scream or to jump on him

“ did you miss me princess?” he asked with the sarcastic you finally found the world to move your legs and throw the entire body weight on him which he caught gracefully.

“ of course I missed you you fucking idiot. How Could you ask me something like that?! How are you even here? Why are you even here??!”

You had every question possible, and it was answered with a gentle, the long kiss on your lips. Derek took cans of the bouquet of flowers as your arms wrapped around nose in his around your waist. He pulled your body flush against yours as you were left, only on your tiptoes to reach him. it felt like nearly 100 years without him kissing you were holding you. You wanted to say frozen in the moment for as long as you could. Forever if it was possible. He was so warm and comforting, you felt like you were finally whole again with him in your arms

“ well, if you had to know How I’m here whenever shows had to be delayed due to weather, so I got a quick flight back home. Of course Derek helped me make their arrangements times and flights. He also told me how sad and down your feelings since I’ve been gone I feel awful so I came back.” he smiled at you. “ really this is all because of him he deserves all the credit.”

“Ahem” Derek cleared his throat causing you to finally separate from one another “well go on, enjoy the rest of your day” he said handing you the flowers once more

“What do you mean? I’m still on the shift” you asked confused

“Nope. I spoke with Jan and you’re cleared for the day. I took your shift”

“Derek..” you wrap your arms around your friend and squeeze him tightly "...what did I ever do to deserve a friend like you? This means so much more to me than you think" you sniff

He hugs you back tightly " Honey, I'm your best friend, I know this means everything to you. But don't worry you're filling me in when we do inventory on Friday" he smirks at you with a sassy wink

Noah already had a pay back in mind for all his help. But now He just wanted to spend time with you. Once you leave the building and into the parking lot Noah pulls you close and whispers to you

"I hope you know we aren't sleeping tonight"

"Did you miss me that much?" you nudge him with your body as you stop to open your car and put the flowers in the back seat. You bend into the car to place them securely when you suddenly feel something push against your ass

"Well...let's just say my hand didn't exactly scratch the itch I had" he smirks as you slowly rise back up making sure to push against him more as you stood

"Well, we cant have that now can we?" you pat his chest returning the smile

"And I think you can say the same for yourself huh princess?"

"The sooner we get into the bedroom, the sooner we'll find out"

That day Noah is very sure he ran 2 red lights on the way home. But coming home to you was all worth it. To be in your arms at the end of the day, he'd give up everything, every time, if it was for you.

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running-on-a-broken-record · 8 months

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MadPat with Reader getting yelled at in the Pizzeria

Totally not based off my experiences with working at a pizzeria

Mad loves having you work with him. Even if it’s only part-time, every time you're at the pizzeria, he's in a noticeably better mood, and the other employees are grateful.

He sometimes just lingers around the area where you're stationed so he can watch you work.

He's in the kitchens, observing one of the new employees to make sure they're not messing up. It's his absolute least favorite part of owning the pizzeria, and he's definitely not pleased. All he wants is to go home and just spend time with you.

It's actually kind of surprising that he hears the commotion coming from the dining part of the pizzeria, because the kitchen is loud, but he does, and his attention is drawn to it.

He's mostly expecting it to be some child being scolded by its mother- god he hates those creatures- or some employee that dropped a pizza by accident.

But... he finds you, basically surrounded by three teenage boys.

They're yelling, and you're clearly not sure what to do, because your eyes dart between them and you're definitely scared.

"How hard is it to make a fucking pizza?" One of the kids, the one with the bad hair, yells directly at you.

He pulls you away from them quickly, now enraged that they would dare speak to you like that. It hurts him how you panic a little more at the feeling of being pulled away, but he hides you behind him, out of sight. You cling to him desperately.

"Is there a problem?" Mad says through gritted teeth, fighting each and every one of his demons to not murder the kids right there and then.

"We ordered a pizza ten minutes ago, where is it? It can't be that hard to make!"

"Did my employee warn you there would be a wait?"

"No!"

His eyes narrow. He's seen you work. You always let customers know about the wait for their food. So not only are these idiotic kids yelling at his best employee- his lover- but they've been ignoring you too. It's starting to look exponentially worse for them.

He wants to kick them out. The way you squeeze him a little tighter after the boy yells again only fuels that.

"Are we going to get our pizza or not?" Another one of the three teenagers says, frustrated for no reason at all, really.

He thinks for a second. "No. Get out."

"What?!" The teenagers all shout.

"You're banned from my pizzeria. Get. Out."

The boy with the bad hair scoffs. "Fine. Come on, guys."

The three boys and a fourth teen, a girl, leave. The girl, without the boys noticing, mouths an I'm sorry, and he nods slightly, turning to you to make sure you saw it too.

"Are you okay?" He asks as soon as they're gone, holding your shoulders.

You shaking from the encounter makes him furious, and once again he debates adding to the list of missing children in the pizzeria.

He doesn't even care when your shift ends, he's the owner of the place and he can do what he wants. He tells you to grab your stuff and clocks you out and takes you home.

He's literally so soft for the rest of the day, because seeing you being yelled at made him so angry and protective that he just wants to make sure you're okay :)

If you want to go back to work later that day, he'll probably let you, but he will keep a closer eye on you.

#I have never gone this feral for a post goddamn #I actually headcanon that Mad doesn't visit his pizzeria unless he absolutely has to #and that he prefers to stick to the paperwork side of things #but visiting is inevitable #anyway for the sake of this fanfiction we will pretend he works there frequently #i wrote this instead of sleeping #tw swearing #tw yelling #I feel bad putting a whole other story in the tags but I feel the need to mention all of my thoughts #“the kid with the bad hair” genuinely had the worst/weirdest hair I've ever seen in my life #tw mentions of murder #I want me a man who would murder annoying teenagers for me :(#madpat #game theory #fnaf the musical #matpat #matpat x reader

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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skz: sub vs. dom

pairing: ot8 stray kids x gn!reader (maybe a little afab w the riding comment)

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 751

warnings: omg where do i begin profanity, dom!skz, sub!skz, dom!reader, sub!reader, switch!skz, switch!reader, spanking, bondage, spitting, edging, praising, rough sex, brat, brat tamer, degredation, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving), suggestive/sexual content, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

chan is most definitely a soft dom. he loves to be in control, but he will always take such good care of. best leader even in the bedroom. he’s going to tie you up and spank your ass, but it will always be followed by loooooooots of praising, “you’re doing so good,” “you look so beautiful,” “you take me so well,” etc. you will not be able to convince him to sub for you. he’ll try it once for like five minutes but will quickly realize that giving up control stresses him out too much. also he's low key a pleasure dom - he doesn’t consider it a truly successful night if you haven’t come at least 3 times.

minho

minho is a hard dom with soft dom tendencies. he will not be making love, he only fucks. and he fucks hard. but, he’s not just going to just be straight up mean to you. he will tie you up, spit on you, spank you, rail you so hard you can’t walk, and edge you until you’re borderline crying, but you have safe words and safe signs that he is always watchful for and very respectful of. also, he’s going to degrade you heavily, but it will be sprinkled with just enough praise that you know he doesn’t actually mean it. and anytime you feel like playing it risky and try to do anything remotely dominant, his brat tamer side is coming out to play. good thing you enjoy being punished.

changbin

this man is a switch, but not for the traditional reasons. he’s such an experimentalist that he couldn’t care less whether he’s subbing or domming when trying something new. you want him to blindfold and gag you before laying you over his desk and fucking you senseless? he’s ready. you want to handcuff him to the headboard and see if you can make him come from just playing with his nipples? he can’t wait to try it. if you’re down, he’s down. hopefully on each other.

hyunjin

he is the whiniest, most pathetic sub 99% of the time. he will be a total pillow princess if you let him. he wants you to turn him into a begging, whimpering mess, and then ride him senseless. the only exception is when he’s had a really bad day at work. then he’s domming you so hard you will definitely be crying at some point. whether that be from overstimulation, him throat fucking you, or because he’s been edging you for so long you think you might break, there will be tears at some point (but don’t worry it’s entirely consensual, and he’s always gently wiping your tears away, so you know he loves you).

jisung

jisung is a switch in the purest sense of the word. how he is and what he does in bed is based entirely on his mood. he’s tying you up, you're tying him up, you’re making love, you’re fucking hard, and sometimes all of the above in the same night. he’s a really big fan of just letting whatever feels right for the moment happen. really goes with the flow.

felix

he is most definitely a sub. if you ask him to dom, he will try his best because he wants to make you happy, but it’s not his strong suit. he’s actually a surprisingly good dom, but it’s so out of character for him that he’s almost always switching back to sub accidentally after a few minutes. you’re okay with it though because you love watching him writhe beneath you the little bit of role reversal you get is enough to scratch the itch you have to get dommed.

seungmin

seungmin is a dom, verbally so. very degradation heavy, borderline mean at times (but never quite that far, he’s really good at knowing when he’s going to cross the line). he alwaysssss praises you lots at the end. when you’re in bed and he tells you to do something, he expects you to just do it - no complaints, no questions asked. and you always do. he’s not a brat tamer, just a pure dom.

jeongin

he’s domming most of the time. this stems from his need to prove something, because he’s the youngest. maknae does love to be on top. once he’s with a partner for a while and gets comfortable with them, he’ll start to sub and learn more. still leans more dom heavy, but does enjoy being a brat every now and again.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids #ot8 #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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phantom-playdough · 1 year

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Red Son x GN!Reader: Spicy Snacks

Author's note for this one: Red Son and The Demon Bull King's food stand is intact in this story. I know it technically got destroyed, but we are just gonna pretend it got repaired. JUST GO WITH IT >:3

Also, I do know that Red Son's character does not have specific pronouns because the writers say that Red Son refuses to be placed into ONE label. BUT, I decided to make this story with Red Son using he/him pronouns. I actually might make another fanfic with Red Son with different pronouns but I will probably need some ideas for me to write it because my mind is blank asf.

Hope y'all enjoy!!!!

He didn't understand why he felt such a strong tightness in his chest when he ran into them. They were nothing more than yet another pathetic peasant that the Noodle-boy happens to hang around with.

At least, that was just what Red Son kept trying to tell himself.

But on this random day, Red Son was not working, so he decided to go out into town on his first day off in a while. However, he just happened to spot Y/n in the marketplace.

Red Son thought it the slightest bit strange that the noodle-boy wasn't with Y/n today. After all, they always were around him and the dragon girl almost constantly.

For some strange reason, Red Son felt that same tightness in his chest at the thought of Y/n hanging around those peasants instead of him.

Y/n was looking at some of the snacks a random merchant was selling. They were feeling in the mood for something spicy to eat but were having a hard time making up their mind on what to get.

When Red Son saw Y/n eyeing some food, he felt warm inside when he noticed that they were looking for something spicy to eat. And it wasn't the kind of warmth he was accustomed to feeling. Despite, this and the giddiness inside him, Red Son tried to appear as slick and casual as he possibly could when he approached Y/n.

"If it's spicy you want, these are a waste of your time." Red Son said with a drawl.

Y/n spun around and saw the bored expression Red Son had on his face. He glared at the snacks as though they were insulting him, somehow. Though, when Y/n thought about it, that made sense in a way. These snacks were probably nothing compared to what he could whip up.

Red Son honestly expected Y/n to fire back an insult, maybe scoff, or even just roll their eyes at his comment. However, they simply blinked and asked, "What do you suggest then?"

Red Son almost thought that Y/n was being sarcastic for a moment or two. He was so accustomed to other people reacting that way but for some strange reason, Y/n did not. He was so shocked that he didn't respond right away.

"I'm just trying to get something good to eat. So, if you know anything actually spicy, I'd like to know." Y/n said in an even tone.

Red Son finally seemed to snap out of the trance he just entered, replacing his dazed look with one of his trademarked and copyrighted smirks. "Well, if you really want to know, I can make something properly spicy for you."

"Okay. I'd like that."

"I-what?" Red Son honestly made that boast as a way of showing off. Once again, he didn't think Y/n would take what he said seriously. But they seemed genuinely interested in trying his cooking.

"I'd like to try your food. I'll be honest, I've been meaning to go to your food stand at some point anyway."

Welp, at that moment, Red Son was over the moon. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Red Son's eyes sparkled and how his smirk turned into an almost genuine smile.

"Well, if you think you can handle my glorious cooking, then you're more than welcome to try it!!" Without waiting for a response, Red Son grabbed Y/n's hand and began leading them down the street back to his food stand.

Once the pair got back to the food stand, Red Son walked behind the counter with nothing but pride oozing from him as he threw on his apron and hat.

"What would you like to try first?" Red Son said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Y/n simply ignored that oddly attractive look and thought for a moment as they looked at the menu.

After thinking it over, they said, "Whatever you recommend."

"What?"

"Whatever you recommend." Y/n repeated.

Red Son hid his shock by chuckling darkly. Or at least he THOUGHT he hid his shock. "Do you really think you can handle that?"

"I don't know. But I wouldn't mind finding out. So long as it's not poisoned, I think I'll live." Y/n said the last bit jokingly.

Red Son just cackled and turned around to get started. "Fine, but don't whine too much if your pathetic mortal taste buds can't handle this."

While Red Son was cooking some extra spicy ramen, he decided to try speaking to Y/n more. To say they captured his interest would be a rather big understatement. Wasting an opportunity like this seemed practically impossible to consider.

"So, why were you by yourself in the market instead of hanging out with the dragon girl and noodle-boy?"

Y/n knew for a fact that they heard spite in Red Son's voice, especially when he said the nickname he gave MK. As much as they wanted to poke fun at him for it, they decided to hold off for a little bit longer. So instead, they just responded, "MK had to do some deliveries for Pigsy and Mei decided to go meditate near the mountains."

Red Son merely grunted as a response. Just as he was starting to scramble for something else to talk about, Y/n broke the silence. "I think it's cool that you do this, y'know."

"Do what?"

"The cooking. It's cool that you are so good at cooking that you know the snacks I was looking at were subpar. Plus, the inventions. That stuff is super cool-looking, and they look like you worked hard on them."

Red Son was so glad that his back was turned to Y/n, as his face was a bright red that matched his hair almost perfectly. Red Son thought it a miracle that his hair hadn't erupted into flames.

"Y-You really think so?" He hated the stutter in his voice, but Y/n wasn't about to cut him a break anytime soon.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

Red Son forced himself out of his dreamy state and focused on pouring Y/n's ramen into a bowl. Once he turned around, he put his smirking face back on, walking over to Y/n's seat with their meal in one hand.

"Good question! Why wouldn't you see my genius inventions or my meals? Everyone should!"

Red Son clearly wasn't accustomed to receiving praise from people aside from his own boasts or his parents (A little more of the former). But it seemed that most other people did not give him much encouragement.

Y/n was honestly just trying to see how starved he was for words of encouragement. So far, it looked like he was very starved.

"I agree." Y/n didn't even wait for a response on his part before reaching up and grabbing the bowl from his hand. The way their hands grazed against Red Son's own made him choke down any retort.

Y/n pulled apart their chopsticks and took a bite of their ramen. Of course, the ramen was incredibly spicy. one should've expected this from a demon that had the power to control fire. But it still was super hot. Y/n swallowed the bite down and coughed a little bit before looking back up to Red Son with a huge smile.

"This is delicious!!" They then went in for another bite.

"Really?" Y/n nodded and spoke with ramen in their mouth, making what they said unsensible. Red Son groaned. "Don't talk with your mouth full, peasant!"

Y/n swallowed the bite and tried again with a slightly hoarse voice from the spices. "I was saying I should've started coming here sooner!" Right at that moment, Y/n's phone went off. They pulled it out while eating and smiled fondly at who it was.

It was MK asking them where they were and how they were doing.

Red Son was just about to turn and walk away, (Maybe to go put his head in the freezer to cool down his fierce blush) when Y/n called his name.

"Hey! Red Son! Come here!" He tensed up a little bit, but still did as he was told.

"What is it? If you want me to--AH!" Red Son was cut off by Y/n pulling him down into the seat next to them and holding him by his neck. Despite Red Son's struggling, Y/n didn't seem unnerved by the situation and just held their phone up, taking a picture of the two of them.

"There we go!" Y/n then let go of Red Son to send the picture to MK.

"Did you have to grab hold of me like that to take a picture?" Red Son said this but did not make a move to scoot away from Y/n, despite their close proximity.

"Sorry, but I doubt you would've agreed to take a picture with me if I just asked you. Besides, I like how this picture turned out!" Y/n pulled it up on their phone and looked at it fondly. Red Son leaned over to get a look at it and even though they both looked rather silly, he wouldn't say he hated the photo.

"You want me to send it to you?" Y/n asked, turning to only see their faces mere centimeters apart. The pair kind of just... sat there staring into each other's eyes.

After a good few seconds, Red Son snapped out of his gazing and turned away, clearing his throat and muttered something. "Yes, I...I'd like that." Y/n smiled and handed him their phone to put in his number. Red Son snatched it, punching his number in and shoving Y/n's phone back into their hands. He then stomped back behind the counter and busied himself.

Despite his roughness, Y/n knew he was being rather gentle in his own way. After all, he was a demon. He could probably throw them through a wall if he wanted to. So, they tried to cut him some slack there.

Y/n finished their food in silence and began to pack up and leave. But right before they left, they decided to do one last daring thing.

They walked behind the counter, turned Red Son around as he was washing some dishes, and kissed him. Red Son couldn't stop his hair from erupting into flames. But he also couldn't stop himself from kissing back. So, he didn't try.

Eventually, the pair parted and both were gasping for air. Y/n smiled and said, "Thanks again for the ramen. How much do I owe you?"

Red Son was still completely overcome with shock with what just happened, so he could barely process what Y/n had just said. He only responded with, "D-don't worry about it." Y/n smiled and gave him one last quick kiss on the lips before turning and rushing out the door.

After a few minutes of processing life as he knew it, Red Son got a notification on his phone. He unlocked it to see the picture Y/n took and a message saying, 'Hope to see you again soon~! <3'

Red couldn't agree help but hope for the same thing.

#red son #lmk red son #lmk red son x reader #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #okay but I actually think red son is SUPER starved for positive reinforcement...

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hii first of all woah i like your writings they’re really comforting i enjoyed reading them so much <333 also if you’re comfortable with it can i request the sick one but it’s reader having their period instead of being sick? maybe with wonwoo or joshua. if not you can write it like the original i’m okay w whatever you’re okay with. have a great day/night <3

period pains with wonwoo! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry for the late response, i still have like 10 to go thru!)

i know everyone experiences their periods differently, so i'm just going to depict a period the way i go through mine! i hope that's okay

if not, you can help me understand the specific details you want me to cover, and i can redo this. i really don't mind!

imagine you wake up in a lot of pain

your head is hurting and you're having some bad cramps

you already know you've started your period because you have an app that tracks it and it started the night before

it's still dark outside when you wake up to this pain, but you still get up to change your pad/tampon

you eat something small and take some pain relieving medicine before going back to bed

wonwoo is sleeping on his side of the bed, shifting around once he hears you get back into bed

he reaches over to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, snuggling his head into your chest

"where did you go? it's still so early. are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft with sleep

"just the bathroom and i was hungry," you say, trying not to tell him about your period

you guys have been dating for awhile now, but you still feel kind of awkward whenever you tell him you're on your period

mainly because whenever you do, he kind of internally panics and he doesn't know what to do to help, so then he just kind of sticks to your side all day

and you're kind of scared of him doing that because you're bound to lash out on him with these mood swings

he rubs your waist gently as he falls back asleep

when it is time to get up and get ready for work, you feel like you're dragging yourself around

wonwoo notices right away as you drag your feet and hold a hand over your stomach because you feel nauseated and bloated

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks softly again

you nod, faking a smile. "yeah, just didn't sleep very well."

he nods, coming over to give you a big hug, rocking the two of you back and forth. "i hope you feel better throughout the day. i'll go make you some coffee, okay?"

and he does

you get ready, dressing up well for work and making yourself at least look presentable

"remember, we have plans tonight to go to that fancy restaurant i told you about," he says on his way out of the house

"oh," you nod slowly. "right. i'll meet up with you there after work."

he kisses your forehead and bids you farewell

at work, you kind of push away the pain and the bad symptoms of your period

you get so lost and focused in your work that you don't even notice it most of the time

but towards the end of your shift, the cramps get worse as the ibuprofen wears off

you check your bag for some more, but you notice you left your extra meds and pads in your other purse!

you'll just have to survive the date without any of those things!

you grumble to yourself, feeling the urge to cry because how could you be so irresponsible? you're extra hard on yourself when you're on your period

you head to the restaurant anyway, hoping that nothing bad happens

you decide you should just focus on wonwoo and your conversation!

when you get to the reserved table, he smiles at you, pulling your seat out for you

before you sit down, he tells you to wait

he takes off his long coat and drapes it around your shoulders

"keep that for tonight, okay, darling?" he says into your ear, a cheesy grin on his face

you look at him weird, but sit down anyway

"so how was work?" he asks after ordering you the item on the menu he wanted you to try.

"it was... okay."

"you seem less energetic and bright. are you sure you're okay?"

"you don't have to keep asking. i'm fine," you grumble, fixing the coat on your shoulders

he purses his lips awkwardly

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that," you apologize quickly. "thank you for worrying about me, but don't worry too much, i'm okay."

he nods, then encourages you to tell him all about your day, which you do

as he walks you home, you feel the cramps act up again

you clench at your stomach, taking deep breaths to try and ease the pain

he goes to hold your hand and squeeze it gently

"let's stop at that convenience store, okay?"

you nod, not having the guts to refuse

when he brings you there, he opens his backpack and pulls out a small pouch that's your favorite color and has your name written on it

he hands it to you and smiles

"i'll wait for you out here," he says

you open the pouch to see some pads and tampons

they weren't the brands that you liked, but it still made you furrow your brows and hide a smile

after you took care of yourself in the bathroom, you walked home happily with him

you both were laying in bed and wonwoo suddenly gets up, off of his mobile game

he comes back with a heated stuffed animal and places it on the top of your belly

you move it so it'll comfort where your cramps on bothering you

and he sits down next to you, looking at you

"did i do good? i asked shua hyung about periods," he says, smiling at you with his eyes. "because i felt bad not knowing what the heck to do for that one week every month."

"how did you know?"

"shua told me to set reminders on an app. and your pants also had a stain," he says. "but like- don't be embarrassed. it's normal."

"i'm still embarrassed..."

he looks at you and gives you a smile, leaning in to kiss your nose

"don't be. i'll be embarrassed for you."

"that's not how it works, but thank you."

"i'm working really hard to be the best boyfriend for you, pretty," he says, before laughing.

he goes back to playing a game on his phone.

"just tell me if you need anything. if you get angry or feel like yelling at someone, you can yell at me, okay?"

"wonu, i'm okay, haha, don't worry so much," you say, laughing. "thank you, tho. you're like a little puppy or kitten."

"i'll be a cat."

"that works, too, i guess," you smile.

"now come here, let me kiss you, i'll make the cramps go away."

"wonu, you're in the middle of a game!"

"i can multitask."

wonu might be clueless when it comes to periods, but he does try his hardest for you!

he'll do his own research outside of you so he can be the best boyfriend ever.

thank you so much for the request! feel free to request more, darling ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧)

(p.s. requests are still open! i accept all svt members, though i specialize in writing about woozi. i'm making request guidelines soon! ς(>‿<.))

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aurathebardwife · 10 months

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Happy Tukk Tuesday!

And a thank you to my friend Jan, or better known as @highgroundanimations , for making this piece for me. You swooped in at a difficult time to lift my spirits, right in time for the birthday of my droid 99.

As a little thank you, I wrote him this.

I am not cute!

From where 99 is sitting he can see that new clone Captain. The one who actually takes care of his hair unlike Hunter and has weird blue eyes. He also has a stupid pretty smile, or at least, that’s what he heard his maker say to Crosshair. 99 doesn’t see it though. He just has a smile like any other clone. He needs to get a closer look though and turns his head a little more to see him better.

“99, sit still. I am working in your chest with a screwdriver. I don’t want to rewire you because you also have a crush on Tukk,” his maker says and boops him on the head with said screwdriver. The small droid beeps loudly and shakes his head.

“I do not have a crush on a dumb clone! How dare you say that to me!” he says annoyed. His maker shakes his head with a laugh, as does Crosshair beside him.

“I don’t know, 99. You are staring intently at him. Am I seeing hearts in your eyes?” Crosshair asks and leans down to inspect him.

“No! Go away! I do not like that clone!” 99 says and tries to push Crosshair away. It’s not like a small droid like 99 could actually physically push a clone like Crosshair away but he lets himself get pushed back regardless.

“We’re just kidding 99. But what’s your obsession with Tukk?”

“He’s different and maker keeps staring at him instead of fixing me!”

“Oh sheesh sorry. I didn’t know I was staring that much. He's just so… pretty.” His maker sighs and lets his eyes wander to Tukk again. Both Crosshair and 99 groan at this.

“Playboy, I know you are easily distracted by anyone prettier than Rex but I want my droid back. Hurry it up, okay?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll get to it.”

The regular maintenance goes by quickly which is good. 99 cannot sit still for it, even though he has to. He is glad when his maker goes over the final points and he can move again. He should be shut down for things like this but Crosshair isn’t a fan of that, so he has to go through it all. While his maker checks a final joint, Captain Tukk and his men walk by.

“Wait…” Captain Tukk stops and takes a few steps backwards. “Is that a clanker? How did you find one this small?” His maker laughs and turns to him.

“I didn’t. I made him. This is B1-99, a member of Clone Force 99. He specialises in infiltration, hacking and being a general menace. He is supposed to be extra support in emergencies but he got a little out of hand. Now the GAR has a clanker on their payroll.”

“Roger roger!” 99 salutes the best he can and Tukk salutes back. The men around him salute too and all seem impressed. 99 loves all the compliments and puffs his chest out proudly.

“Good to know the GAR is supported by such a cute droid. Maybe I’ll see you in action some day,” Tukk says. He waves at them and he leaves with his men. 99 stands there frozen. Cute? CUTE?! He isn’t cute! He is a dangerous tool made to disrupt Separatist forces, not some cute toy! He stomps his foot in anger. He will show that Captain cute!

“Aw…” He snaps his head over to the sound and sees his maker with that stupid smitten smile on his face and Crosshair coughing behind his hand to hide a smile too.

“Shut up! I am not cute!!” the droid shouts and stomps his foot again.

99 spends the rest of his day irritated at his usual perch on Crosshair’s shoulder. Every once in a while he rambles on about not being cute and the rest of the day he is silently fuming, sitting there with his arms crossed and hissing at everyone who talks to him. Crosshair lets him, it’s better for the droid to get it out of his system than to try to change his mood.

“Cute… I am not cute…” 99 hisses again to a Crosshair who rolls his eyes.

“Of course not, 99. You’re a ferocious beast, ready to strike. I don’t understand how Tukk didn’t see that.”

“Exactly! I am a soldier too.” Crosshair’s sarcasm goes right over 99’s head and he even feels proud at himself for being as good as he is. He will show Captain Tukk what he is capable of!

The batch takes a moment to breathe and chat with each other outside of base. Crosshair sits on a ledge with 99 still on his shoulder, still fuming about earlier today and glancing at Tukk and his men a few paces away. There has to be a way for revenge but the droid doesn’t know how without making Tukk an enemy. He just wants to tease him, that’s all. Tukk takes his helmet off and shakes his stupid hair but something else catches 99’s attention. On the helmet sits a red feather, Tukk strokes it before putting the helmet under his arm. If he could take that for a few minutes, he could show Tukk what he is made of.

99 sits tight and waits for the perfect window of opportunity. Once Tukk sets his helmet down, he slides down Crosshair’s arm to the ledge and stalks towards the helmet. He waits a moment longer until Tukk turns his back then he strikes. He sneaks over, keeping low and hiding behind some weapons and other debris on the ledge until he is pressed against Tukk’s helmet, just out of sight. He glances back towards the rest of the batch. Hunter looks like he wants to speak up and 99 quickly signals him to keep quiet. Crosshair is on his side and shushes Hunter. They whisper to each other and Hunter reluctantly nods at the droid. It’s good to know his batch stands behind him. 99 looks up again. Tukk is still distracted by his conversation. The droid takes his chance and grabs the feather out of the helmet and runs for it, past his batch. He salutes Hunter’s facepalm and Crosshair’s grin. Again he is proud of himself, he will give Tukk a nice run for calling him cute.

“Eh.. Captain? That droid ran off with your feather?!”

“Hey! Get back here!!” Running footsteps follow 99 and he laughs. He quickly turns the corner on the ledge and he hears Tukk slide to a stop because he missed the corner. The clone catches up with him soon though. “Stop! Hey!!”

“Oh is this yours? Sorry!” he shouts. He looks over his shoulder and holds up the feather. “Come and get it, Captain!” With another laugh he looks forward again and picks up the pace. There has to be a way to extend this game, if he keeps running Tukk will catch him before he is exhausted. But there is something 99 has over Tukk and that is size. There is a spare engine placed right beside the ledge just up ahead. 99 quickly scans it and finds the perfect spot. Tukk comes closer and the sensitive droid sensors pick up the heat of his hand. 99 grinds to a halt and Tukk overshoots him, stumbling forward to stop himself as well. The Captain looks back and watches with wide eyes as 99 salutes him and slips in between the parts of the engine and out of sight.

“Get back here!” 99 hears Tukk run towards him but there is no way he can grab him from here. He carefully crawls through the open spaces there are until he is almost at ground level, taking care of the feather and making sure it stays clean. From outside he hears Tukk call over others and shout his name to the great pleasure of the droid. He carefully walks under the engine, making sure to stay out of sight. He has to find a different hiding spot, he can’t stay here forever. He scans the immediate area and quickly finds a new way of escape. It is a bit away but if he books it, he might make it.

99 doesn’t wait around long and crawls out of his hiding spot and runs as fast as he can towards the next one.

“There you are! Get back here!” Tukk shouts behind him and quickly closes the distance. His sensors pick up the clone and the droid doesn’t have to look behind him to know what’s happening. He stays on course and waits. Just as Tukk’s hand is about to close around him, he rolls to the side, dodging the hand entirely. Tukk stumbles over his feet again and this time he falls. 99 doesn’t wait to see if he is okay and runs towards his escape, a small pipe. Tukk recovers quickly and his on his feels but right as he is about to grab him, 99 disappears into the pipe. Tukk tries to grab him but his bulky armour stops him from doing so.

“No! Stop!” 99 is tempted to stop and taunt but decides against it. He can do so at a later time. So he keeps running, out of sight of Tukk.

99 stays within the vents until Crosshair comms him.

“He’s sulking in the messhall. You’ve done enough.” Fair enough. He picks some dust off the feather and fixes some of the strands to make sure it’s as neat as when he took it. Time to return what he stole.

With his size, it’s easy for 99 to sneak into any room, even while carrying a bright red feather. People don’t look at their feet as closely as they think. Even though the messhall is filled with clones, 99 can walk in and hide behind the legs of chairs or clones easily. Tukk isn’t hard to find, he sits by a table and pouts at his helmet.

“Aw. Poor clone,” 99 says to himself when Tukk strokes the place that held the feather. Time to return it. The droid quickly marches over to the table and carefully climbs up Tukk’s legs. The clone is too distracted to notice him, too busy feeling sorry for himself to see him coming.

“Come on, Captain. You’ll find a new feather. Stop pouting and try to eat something,” one of his men says. With another sigh, Tukk places the helmet beside him on the bench.

“Fine, Roy. But after that we need to find Clone Force 99 again. I don’t care that they can’t control that clanker, I want back what’s mine.” Roy shakes his head and pushes the tray in front of Tukk closer to him.

“Eat.”

99 waits a moment, until both Tukk and Roy are too busy with their food, then he places the feather back neatly where it belongs. He peeks over his shoulder to Tukk, who hasn’t seen a thing. Then he carefully lowers himself to the ground again and waits. It doesn’t take long for Tukk to gasp and pick up his helmet.

“What?” Roy asks.

“How? Wait when did my feather get back here?! I wasn’t there a few minutes ago!” 99 giggles to himself when Tukk looks around him and under the table to look for him. He is an expert at what he does, Tukk can only try to find him. He sneaks out the messhall feeling pleased.

99 returns safely to the batch and salutes them. While Crosshair gives him a proud smile, the others don’t look so happy.

“B1-99 reporting for duty!” Hunter raises an eyebrow at him.

“Did you get it out of your system?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Don’t do it again. I don’t want to get punished for your ego. Get back to Crosshair and stay here.” 99 doesn’t like Hunter’s disappointed tone and does what he is told. Wrecker and Tech don’t look at him either and the droid crosses his arms.

“I didn’t even do anything. He got his stuff back…”

“Tell that to Tukk himself,” Crosshair replies and nods to the Captain storming towards them.

“How did you do that?! How did I not notice you?! You’re carrying a bright red feather around!” Tukk asks, more than impressed. 99 hides his pride and shrugs.

“I am made to infiltrate bases. Sneaking up on a clone isn’t that hard,” he says. “Am I still just cute?” Tukk blinks at the droid.

“That’s what this is all about? Because I called you cute? And here I thought Roy was unreasonable…” he shakes his head and smiles tired. “Yes. I still think you’re cute.”

“Hey!” 99 is ready to jump up but Tukk isn’t done yet.

“But also skilled. Next time I want to see you in action when it isn’t against me, okay?” 99 sits back down and thinks about it for a moment.

“Roger roger. But don’t leave your helmet unattended next time.”

#captain tukk #high ground animations #tukk tales #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #clone wars #tukk tuesday #b1 battle droid #clone oc #clone force 99 #juzuwrites

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fragaria-imagines · 1 month

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its fine of i also request pregnancy headcanons for Kurode and romarriche?

Kurode:

When you told Kurode that you were pregnant, he was shellshocked to say the least. He couldn’t believe his ears, you, pregnant? Him, a dad? That didn’t even sound right….

It goes without saying that Kurode’s reaction was not what you were hoping for, he didn’t say anything, and you wondered if he even heard you.

The more he stayed silent, the more you anxious you were becoming. Did he not want a child? Does he hate the thought of you two being parents? Suddenly, the joy and happiness that you felt, when you found out about the pregnancy, slowly faded away into a more depressing and anxious feeling.

Eventually, Kurode lifted his head from the ground, and spoke with tears in his eyes, voicing that you deserve better than him.

His words caught you off guard, what would make him say that? He further explains himself, letting out all of his worries and insecurities about fatherhood, how he doesn’t think he’ll live up to your expectations, how he doesn’t want to mess up the baby, how he worries that he’s not cut out for fatherhood.

As he speaks, you start to understand why he was so quiet and distant when you told about the pregnancy. Kurode has always been insecure about his role in life, no doubt, having a baby all of sudden, would question his purpose and his abilities even more.

But even so, you reassured him that it was fine to not know all the right answers immediately, and that you were also worried if you were cut out for parenthood as well, to which he immediately interjects.

You kept going, ignoring his interruption, saying:

“The point is Kurode, none of us know what we’re doing, but that’s okay, because as long as we have each other, then everything would be alright. We can only grow from here, and I’m excited to grow with you.”

Something about your words, deeply affected him, because once you were done speaking, he bursted into tears.

But unlike before, where the tears stemmed from self pity and sadness, this time, he was crying tears of relief.

Seeing the state that he was in, it warmed your heart, knowing your words has a positive affect on him, and as you held him close to you, you knew you two would be alright.

Romarriche:

You and Romarriche have been planning to have a kid for a while, so when you found out about the pregnancy, you two were ecstatic!

How you found out about your pregnancy, was a little out of the norm, you didn’t even know that you were pregnant until a friend told you.

Romarriche was over joyed when he found out, he had always wanted a child and to raise a family, but given his line of work, he thought that he would never be able to. It wasn’t until you entered his life, that he finally considered that maybe he can start a family.

After your pregnancy announcement, you and Romarriche decided to wait a while before you told all your friends, families, and lords. Deciding that it was better to wait and be safe, than to jump gun and tell everybody, in which Romarriche was very supportive, and was attentive to all your needs.

But even so, even with Romarriche’s overwhelming positivity and support, there was a nagging voice in your head, that was telling you that you weren’t good enough to be a parent.

Unlike, Romarriche, who went above and beyond for the bouquet members, and is the unofficial elected dad of the group, you didn’t possess the same maternal instinct as him.

Like the rest of the red bouquet, you always turned to Romarriche for answers, but what happens when your baby needs help or guidance, and you don’t have an answer for them? What do you do? Do you turn them over to Romarriche? But wouldn’t that make you an incompetent parent, for not helping your child?

It was thoughts like these that made you insecure about your parenting, and therefore made you insecure about your pregnancy.

Ever the observer, it didn’t take long for Romarriche to catch on to your sudden mood change regarding the pregnancy, to which he politely asked if you were alright, one day.

His gentleness and how he looked so genuinely concerned for you, made you burst into tears, as you open up about all your insecurities, fears, and worries, regarding your baby.

Romarriche didn’t saying anything as you rambled on and vented, listening to your every word.

When you were finally done with your speech, Romarriche looked at you sympathetically, and gave you words of encouragement, saying that he understood your worries, but there was nothing to worry about, because you’re a great partner, and would make an even greater parent.

It’s safe to say, that his words moved you in a way that you couldn’t even describe how, yet moving forward, even if you have your doubts and question your ability to be a good parent, you know that you’re not alone.

#🍓: memoria #sanrio #fragmem #fragaria memories #kurode #romarriche #fragaria memories kurode #fragaria memories romarriche #fragaria memories headcanon #this was a lil more depressing than the other one sorry about that yall 😭😭

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