#full of bad puns as usual

[my-jukebox]

I finished the one piece live action and I have to say, I loved it so much that I decided to write something!! Posting this on Sanji's birthday, because why not?

When you cook for them

Genre: Imagines, Fluff

Characters: (gn!reader) Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Shanks, and Mihawk.

Luffy

Would try to help you out but ends up eating most of the ingredients.

According to him, he's your taste tester and sous chef but God forbid, anyone letting him in the kitchen.

After throwing him out of the kitchen, you could finally cook in peace.

He would be pouting and everything when you get out of the kitchen but immediately smiles brightly when he sees the dishes all set out.

Would drool before you even serve him, and talks with his mouth full.

Devours the food like it's his last meal and savours every moment of it.

After eating, as a way of saying thanks, he would help you by cleaning the dishes (doesn't do a good job but who's complaining)

Zoro

Gets surprised when you say you're cooking for him and frankly, doesn't disturb you at all.

But makes jokes on how you'll burn the kitchen down, burn the food, and whatnot.

He sits wherever he can best watch you cook while sipping on his wine.

Every time you catch him gawking at you, he shrugs it off saying he was looking at the food instead, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Once you're done, he doesn't hesitate to dig in like there's no tomorrow.

It doesn't matter if you cook badly or not, he'll eat it without complaining because that's just how much he loves you.

He pours some wine for you and sits as close as he possibly can, intertwining your fingers together.

Will also help you clean up as an excuse to spend more time together.

Sanji

The most annoying out of everyone here, honestly.

Keeps asking you what you're adding and why, what you're making, and the usual "you're doing it all wrong babe."

Still lets you do your own thing while he looks over your shoulder.

If you add oregano to the pasta, he'll throw it out of your hands and won't even say anything about it.

After the final touches, you place the plate in front of him and look at him with hopes that he likes it.

For Sanji, anything you do for him is good enough. He won't ask for much.

As he finishes eating, he'll look at you and for the hell of it, says, "Not bad."

A glare is enough to shut him up and smirk at you as you slowly break into laughter.

Nami

She would be the most delighted, after Luffy of course.

Volunteers to help out and goes grocery shopping with you.

You won't tell her what you're making, and she couldn't care less as long as you are the one making it.

Would love if you finish fast so you can give her attention but won't admit it.

Once you serve her, she's already humming and praising you.

Hopes you cook for her again, and next time she'll help out.

Shanks <3

Tells you that you don't have to but secretly loves that you're doing it for him.

Whether you like it or not, he's going to sit atop the counter and make his stupid puns, knowing you'll laugh at them even if they aren't funny.

He tells you stories of the crew and his adventures.

Helps you serve the food and has you sit with him on the counter as he eats.

Doesn't matter if the food is good or not, he is eternally grateful for your hard work and makes it known by his sweet gestures.

After he finishes, he smiles gently at you and gets off the counter.

If you ask him what he's doing, he'll kiss your forehead and say, "Don't you want dessert? My treat!!"

Ends up making the worst dessert but hey, at least he tried.

Mihawk

When he sees you cooking, he won't even question it and just lets you do whatever.

However, he will wrap his hands around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

Impatient as he is, he will keep asking you if you're done.

Once you're actually done, he'll say something along the lines of, "Took you forever."

Needless to say, he does appreciate the food you made for him, considering the shitty jobs he has to put up with.

The type to act like a food critic but knows shit about anything food-related.

Gives honest feedback though, but makes sure it doesn't hurt your feelings in any way.

This one was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed my first post. Feel free to request for more. I'll add a taglist if you guys want.

Do like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed!!

#sami writes #One Piece #one piece imagines #opla #opla x reader #monkey d. luffy #Luffy x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji one piece #Sanji x reader #one piece nami #Nami x reader #shanks one piece #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk #Mihawk x reader

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Expansion/[Mature +18 Minors /Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine trying to use the water in your home..but it was green otherworldly slime that had the feeling of man jizz..

Imagine coming home after a hard day of work. You hear squelches,scrambling and chitter sounds,as if little monsters invaded the plumbing of your house.

Usual bathroom time for you was 3am..but your tired eyes focused on a lengthy mass that seemed to be asleep in the sink. Its glow was very faint. You thought it was an alien leech.

Nervously turning on the light,it was several glowing penile eel monsters that screeched awake once the light hit them,trying to scramble out of the sink. They squished and writhed free of your firm hold,slithering back into hiding.

You : Seriously,dildo monsters in my house? This can't be happening to me..

You sighed looking at your impressive collection and dropped your face into your hands while sitting on your bed. The plumber would laugh his ass off with you trying to explain that living dildo monsters are affecting the quality of water. Who could you tell?

Your head did a u turn at a chitter under your bed,a single green eye staring into yours.

You : [softly] Its okay little guy. You can come out. Pun not intended.

A soft mrrrrp noise came from the penile alien creature as it inched toward your hand. The red and white banding throughout with teeth decor supporting it's body reminded of your favorite pour.

You lifted and petted it..Treating it like a little animal,building it a dark place to lay its soft head. Days went by,and you noticed your penis pet began to grow out of the little enclosure,features more and more defined.

You : They grow so fast. [gasps]

More mmrrrp noises came from your pipes,your sink..toilet and shower head. Soon your house was squirming with large penile aliens! Their tender knobs and teeth decor against your face.

You : [gasps] Oh dear...

The penile aliens began to poke where they shouldnt,but you were firm with them. You could'nt sleep with the mmrrp noises,and being covered in their slime,as they turned demanding..fighting to be intimate with you.

Over time they became aggressive and jealous as you spent intimate time with your toys and not them. Their warm,pleasant smelling bodies began to pile and wrap you,screeching and fighting for your holes.

You : [snarls] Bad..BAD.

You yelped as one went in you,stretching your stomach,then your knees buckled and you collapsed.

The mmrrp noises became erratic as they stuffed you. It felt horrible,but it felt good too. Weighted,full and gurgling,you panted and wobbled around your house,feeling them rhythmically pump you from inside.

You : [weak laughter] Eheh..

You fell to the floor,squirming and gasping in orgasm,spurting slime as the alien penile monsters had their way with you. Fat and engorged,you looked like an round egg on the ground,enjoying the pleasurable fullness of being stuffed from inside.

They climbed all over your body,sucking and biting on your body,covering you in hickeys. High from their pleasant smell,you did'nt fight them.

Their mmrrp noises were like music to your ears as you lulled to sleep in utter orgasmic bliss. You kept the penile aliens..and they kept you...

They took over your home..They became your everything...

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[hauntedestheart]

Confidence Booster (Male Bodyswap)

Part 1:

Hector Rivera had woken up that morning in bed missing forty pounds of muscle, six inches of height, and four inches... somewhere else. So already that was a bad start to his day- but then when he'd stumbled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, it had gotten a whole lot worse.

Ray Baldwin. He'd been turned into fuck Ray Baldwin! He didn't have anything against the guy but he was just so... not like Hector.

In many ways the two were complete opposites: while Hector was bold and outgoing, a natural leader, Ray was more reserved and docile, a meek follower. These personality traits extended to their physicalities as well, with Hector being a towering specimen of manhood (built like a brick house) while Ray was short and slender (a textbook geek, pun intended). And now Hector was short and slender while Ray... where was Ray?

As a small blessing, Hector had still been in in his own bedroom, but everything looked out of place because of his shorter vantage point and it made him feel a bit like an intruder. His phone was still on the bedside table where he'd left it before and when he finally got his wits about him to check it he found a barrage of texts from Ray waitinf for him. While most of them were panicked nonsense, Hector gathered from some of the more sane ones that Ray was making his way over on foot. Meaning Hector's body was out there wandering the streets without him!

Of course Hector wasn't going to sit around and wait- he set out to meet Ray halfway. Mortifyingly, the only thing he had that fit his new body were an old hoodie that a girl had left at his place and a pair of athletic shorts that managed to stay up when he tightened the drawstring all the way (and even then they still hung down past his knees), but he didn't have any other options so he gritted his teeth and walked out the door dressed like a clown. He was halfway to Ray's place when he spotted a tall brown hunk stumbling down the street with a confused look on his face- Hector's face.

He'd choked on air at the sight of his real body- he couldn't believe the outfit Ray had crammed his body into! The white tank top was practically transparent, his nipples plainly visible as his pecs strained against the fabric, and the skimpy shorts left nothing to the imagination. His entire body was on display for anyone who walked by to see!

Being trapped in Ray's body was bad enough, but seeing his incredible body on display before him was just salt in the wound. The two men locked eyes, and Ray let out a little whimper.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Hector hissed, staring in horror at the clothes the muscular young man standing before him was stuffed into.

Ray, seeming just as uncomfortable as Hector was, grimaced. "When I woke up this morning your body tore through my clothes and this was the only thing I had that fit." Ray crossed his arms for a little pout, which made his biceps bulge, and it was Hector's turn to grimace. "I lost the shirt I got on my trip to Texas! I loved that shirt."

"Will you forget about your old shirt? I look like a stripper playing a track and field star!" Hector lamented, eying the too tight shirt and the too short shorts distastefully.

"It's not my fault, it's this body!" Ray exclaimed. He threw his arms out to the side for emphasis, stretching them out to their full impressive wingspan. "These shorts are usually baggy on me but your body just has a lot more going on down there. You're just so... big."

Hector's face grew dark and his temples began to throb. How dare this guy talk about Hector's body like it belonged to him!

"I want my body back right now," he snapped, and Ray shrunk back.

"And trust me, I'd give it to you if I could!" Ray sounded completely genuine when he said this, a slight whimper to his voice as he shifted himself around. From the way he held himself it was clear that he was uncomfortable in his new body, and he confirmed it a moment later. "I feel like the Incredible Hulk right now in a bad way, I'm all... bulgey!" He shuddered as he said this, and then winced when the motion made his package jiggle. He sighed with exasperation and stomped his foot, gesturing towards the bulge in his shorts. "And I'm tired of this thing bouncing around!"

Hector gaped. "Dude, stop manhandling my junk in public!"

"Sorry, it's just..." Ray reached down and adjusted his crotch, pushing down on it in an attempt to flatten it out, but the soft flesh immediately bounced back. "How do you deal with this thing? It's always in the way!"

Ray frowned down at his new junk, barely hidden by his shorts, and he jostled it around as he searched for some mystical position that would make it go away. Almost defiantly, as if it were mad at the notion of being hidden, Hector's penis elected to grow instead.

The real Hector's eyes widened as he watched his old body growing aroused. "Dude, cover that up now!"

Ray stared in horror at the obscene bulge forming in his shorts, only semi-hard and already straining at the fabric.

"Oh no!" He shouted, doubling over and placing both hands over his crotch in a desperate attempt to block his growing erection from view. "Sorry, it's just, your penis is so much bigger than mine and I–"

Hector winced at the comment and shuffled uncomfortably, trying desperately not to think about what he'd seen when he'd taken a piss that morning. "Trust me, I'm painfully aware of the size difference."

"I'm so sorry Hector," Ray gushed, tears brimming in his eyes. "I didn't mean to disrespect you and-"

And then he started crying in earnest, which meant Hector was stuck with a six foot tall hunk wearing what was basically lingerie sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk with a full boner- he hated his life. It was early in the morning so the two were alone, but they were still on an open street, and Hector needed to calm Ray down fast.

"Stop apologizing, okay?" He said firmly, reaching up to grab his own shoulders and squeezing them with as much might as he could muster. Something about it must have gotten through to Ray because he paused in his sobs and looked at Hector, who did his best to smile reassuringly. "Look, it's just- I know we're both freaked out about this, but stressing out and losing our minds isn't gonna help anybody. We need to calm down, okay? Just, take a deep breath or something."

"A deep breath, yeah, okay, I can do that," Ray babbled, and then his massive chest heaved up and down. His breaths were frantic at first, but gradually, he relaxed.

"Feeling better?" Hector asked, and Ray nodded. "Okay good. Now, do you have any clue how this happened?"

"No, I just woke up this morning and I was like this! I had to sneak out the window this morning so my family wouldn't see me–" A panicked expression crossed Ray's face. "Oh no, what am I going to tell my family? I can't go home looking like this!"

"You aren't going to tell them anything, because if we tell them we switched bodies they're going to send us to the loony bin," Hector said firmly, and then he scoffed. "And by the way, looking like that is a goddamn blessing, okay? Show some respect to my body."

"Sorry, it's just–" Ray shuffled uncomfortably and fiddled with his hands, his meek body language looking rather out of place on Hector's hulking body. "I'm not really used to being a big guy like this."

Hector sighed and rubbed at his temples, fighting an oncoming headache. He may be small now, but he was clearly going to have to be the leader in this situation.

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out, okay?" Hector finally said, and Ray nodded in relief. "But until then, we don't do anything to draw attention to ourselves, okay? We just lay low for a while."

Ray smiled with his handsome new face. "Definitely."

Part 2:

Ray was not laying low.

Research into getting their own bodies back was going slowly (Google search results for "men switching bodies" just turned up online erotica) but perhaps it would be going faster if Hector had some help. Unfortunately, Ray was too busy making an ass of himself to pitch in... which normally wouldn't be a problem, except he was using Hector's ass to do it.

See, Ray had realized what Hector had known all along: being hot is fun. After the initial shock of waking up in a different body had faded, Ray had taken stock of what he'd gained in the swap, and he found he liked it.

For one thing, he had pecs now. Pecs. Huge slabs of muscle that jutted out from his chest that jiggled when he jumped up and down. Tight, perfectly formed, and with a pretty brown nipple at the peak of each- he hadn't been able to resist giving them a little squeeze, and he'd nearly fallen down when one of his fingers grazed one of his nipples and it sent shockwaves of pleasures throughout his body. His old sunken chest certainly hadn't been this fun!

And down below those pecs were the abs, which he was really a fan of. As a skinny guy, he'd always had a flat stomach, but he quickly realized there was a difference between having a flat stomach and having a toned stomach. Ray didn't know how many sit ups Hector had done in his lifetime to get those cheese grater abs, but he was glad he'd done them.

Big arms were nice too. Ray had a habit of scratching behind his head and he noticed that every time he did so eyes were always drawn the way his bulging biceps would flex when he lifted them- not that he could blame anyone for staring. It was a beautiful sight! Hector's arms were the part of body that belied his strength the most, almost intimidatingly large, and Ray quickly learned that many situations could be controlled just by crossing his arms and letting the muscles pop out.

The ass had taken a bit of getting used to (there had been several embarrassing incidents where he'd knocked things off of tables because he forgot to account for how much junk was in his new trunk) but Ray had quickly come to embrace it- in fact, he was embracing it often. He loved the feeling of the firm, supple flesh beneath his hands, which was surprisingly soft considering how tough the rest of Hector's body was. It was a proper bubble butt and it became Ray's favorite part to show off, ready to shake at a moment's notice.

And his new dick... Ray knew size wasn't everything, but he wasn't exactly opposed to getting an upgrade in that area. At first he'd been annoyed by the damn thing because it was nearly impossible to hide the bulge it made in his pants, and he felt like all eyes were on him when he was just trying to walk down the street. It wasn't his fault it looked like he was smuggling produce in his shorts!

But he didn't have to be self-conscious, he realized, because people weren't judging him. They were jealous of him. Lusting after him. They wanted what he had, one way or another, and he should be proud of it. So he stopped hunching over, stood up straight, and let everyone see what kind of man he was.

Not to mention the stamina of Hector's body was incredible. His cock was practically spring loaded, jumping to attention at the slightest hint of arousal, and being trapped in Hector's stupidly sexy body meant that Ray experienced that any time he so much as glanced down. He'd managed to hold out for two days before caving and seizing a hold of his manhood and pumping one out– and there was no turning back after that.

That orgasm had opened a floodgate in Ray. He already had a new body, but after that, he felt like a whole new man. And it turned out that man was a bit of a show-off.

While Hector was an outgoing guy, Ray had taken it to another level. He lost his shirt at any opportunity, eager to expose his new treasures to the world, and it was never long until his pants followed as well. It was excessive, but the sight of an adonis like Hector Rivera in his underwear, bulge swinging heavily, was something nobody wanted to complain about.

Invitations to parties and nights out were flooding in– everybody wanted to bring "Hector" along because sooner or later his shirt would come off... and he wasn't shy about letting people feel either. Ray was taking any opportunity he could to flaunt Hector's rippling muscles, and he was having the time of his life doing it.

The real Hector found it infuriating– one because Ray was making everyone in town think that he was an exhibitionist, and two because seeing his body flaunted in his face just reminded him of what he was missing.

If anything Ray was getting a bit too comfortable in Hector's body, which made the real Hector nervous. If Hector did find a way for them to switch back, would he even be able to convince Ray to take it?

Part 3:

"Ray, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hector shouted, stomping down the driveway towards where Ray was making a display of himself jumping rope. Ray gave him an unimpressed look.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm working out," Ray kept jumping rope, which made his ample chest heave up and down; the sweat on his tan brown skin caught the light and made him glisten. "I wanna keep this body in shape after all."

"Okay, but why are you doing it shirtless in my front yard?" Hector protested, glancing around nervously. A few of his neighbors were milling about, not-so-subtly enjoying the show Ray was putting on for them, and Hector waved at them to look away. "Everyone can see you!"

"So?" Ray shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'll give 'em something to look at. You know your chest bounces, right?"

He sucked in a deep breath and puffed his chest out, creating an impressive sight as his bulging pecs jiggled obscenely with each bounce, and the jump rope dropped the floor while his two hands slid up his body and cupped around his pecs. In full view of everyone he began to squeeze them, and as he did so he smiled fondly down at them like they were beloved pets.

"Stop feeling my body up like that!" Hector hissed, and Ray rolled his eyes but planted his feet on the ground and lifted his hands up, palms open. Hector huffed in relief. "Thank you. Now can we–"

"Sorry, just gotta stretch for a second–" Ray interrupted him, and Hector blinked. Then Ray reached both of his arms back behind his neck, muscles popping as he bared his armpits, and arched his back so his hips thrust forwards like a stripper. Through the thin grey fabric of his sweatpants, it was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear. "Oh shit that feels so good."

He squinted his eyes shut and gave a groan of relief that was louder than strictly necessary that echoed down the street, and a passing car nearly crashed into a stop sign. Ray relaxed to a more normal pose and threw the dazed driver a wave and a wink.

"That keeps happening," he chuckled as he watched the car speed off down the street. Then he threw one muscular arm behind his head, baring a sweaty armpit for the world to see, while the other hand rubbed absently at the six-pack on his belly.

Hector's mouth was wide open in shock at the shameless display before him– what had happened to the shy Ray he knew? Hector's face reddened and he grabbed at Ray's arms, attempting to pull them down and tug the man back towards the house, but with Ray's skinny frame he had no chance of moving his former body even an inch. He gave up and tossed his hands in the air in frustration.

"You've gone mad with power," Hector gasped out.

Ray shook his head and shrugged. "Chill out Hector, I'm just having a little fun."

"You're acting like a cam boy is what you're doing," Hector snapped, crossing his skinny arms and narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "It just seems like you're getting a little too cozy in my body... almost like you don't even want to switch back."

Ray's shoulders slumped, and for a second Hector could see a glimpse of the shy guy he was more familiar with.

"Look, for the last time, I didn't do this! I miss my family and I miss my life," Ray sighed, but then shook his head and drew himself back up. "But since it happened, I'm gonna take advantage of it! Do you know what it was like to go from that–" he pointed at his original body. "to this?"

He spread his arms out and spun around, allowing Hector to take in the full view of the body that used to belong to him. Ray hadn't been lying about taking good care of it- perhaps it was just that he was seeing himself from the outside now, but Hector's body looked better than it had in his entire life.

"I went from being a beanpole to having B-cup tits and an ass you could balance a latte on!" Ray reached out to the side and flexed one of his arms, the toned muscle rising into a small mountain. "Your arms are wider than my neck! And your abs are probably harder than my bones." He tittered with excitement, but then his smile softened. "Getting to be you has been incredible and I just... I wanted to enjoy it. But I'm not evil Hector, if you find a solution, I'll give you your body back. Until then though? I'm gonna enjoy every second of it."

Hector frowned. His time in Ray's body, robbed of all of his physical advantages, had been quite a bad time for him, and Ray had to live with that all the time. Could he really blame the little guy for going a bit over the top?

"Okay, I'm still mad at you for acting like a whore," Hector chastised, and he watched Ray shrink before him, which was comforting in a way. Even with their bodies switched, they were still the same guys inside. "BUT, I get it. You officially have my blessing to have a little bit of fun- while we look for a solution;"

"Really? Thanks Hector!" Ray smiled, yanking the other man into a bone crushing hug. Hector winced in pain, but returned the embrace with good faith. "Tell you what, why don't we go research how to switch back right now, okay? Just let me wash off first."

Ray released Hector and then grabbed the hose from off the ground and lifted it to his face, spraying the water dramatically into his face and shaking out his hair. Water cascaded across his nearly naked body, falling like a waterfall from his pecs and trickling through the ridges created by his abs.

Hector swallowed. "Any chance you can do it less... sexually?"

"Nope."

#male body swap #bodyswap #body swap #have been working on this one for a while now #wanted to just write a classic no-strings body swap between two dudes (one of my favorite setups)

[shootingmorningstar]

[slides on in] well hello there fellow lucifer fanatic

could i request some hcs with luci and an indecisive reader? gn and established relationship!! ex: he asks what they want for dinner and they panic trying to pick something because they feel like they need to decide right then and there or they’ll annoy him.

please and thank you! 🫶

anon, you're just like me fr. i also can never make up my mind and love lucifer. i'd be happy to write this for you .ᐟ

thank you for my first request, by the way ~ .ᐟ now to get to the good part.

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X GN! INDECISIVE READER

Look at this man. This is the man who has piles upon piles of rubber ducks in his workshop. You cannot tell me Lucifer isn't also indecisive, at least when it comes to less serious things.

Seriously. You expect me to believe he hasn't looked at his own work and went 'nope, looks bad. starting over.' .ᐣ

With that being said, I think he would find it an incredibly endearing trait in you. The concentrated face you make when you're stuck between two options .ᐣ Absolutely adorable.

That is, until the unsure and conflicted look on your face morphs into one telling of your anxiety and worry.

Now, I hope you'll excuse the bird pun, but he is absolutely a mother hen type.

The second he sees even a hint of panic on your face .ᐣ He's immediately shifting all of his focus on you -- if it hadn't been already.

He's rushing over to you without you having to so much as ask -- his beloved partner, distressed .ᐣ No matter the reason, that won't do. He won't rest until he sees you smiling again.

Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, likely even his wings, too. He's suffered so many panic attacks before, he knows just how miserable they are.

He wishes you had come into his life earlier so you could of comforted him through the worst of his.

Even if your panic hasn't dissolved into a full blown attack, he is there. His touch is grounding, it helps you calm down and come back to reality.

When your heart's stopped racing and you look as if you're able to talk about it, he'll ask you just what has you so distressed.

Don't even bother trying to lie to him. He can tell when someone's hiding their feelings.

He won't force you to tell him, though. He just wants to know what went wrong so he can help prevent it from happening again.

If you decide to share your worries with him, he wouldn't belittle you in the slightest. Is it time you need .ᐣ You two have all the time in the world.

Would you rather he choose .ᐣ Because he wouldn't mind.

Or if it's something more serious, he offers to sit down with you and discuss the pros and cons of each -- maybe you two can come up with a decision together .ᐣ

His face sort of falls if you decide to tell him part of the reasoning behind your anxiety is a fear that you'll end up annoying him. Did he do something to make you think he'd judge you .ᐣ

Or maybe he got short with you .ᐣ He's so apologetic. He wants you to feel like you can share anything and everything with him.

He won't let himself start feeling overwhelmed with guilt, though. This moment is about you and the reassurance you need, not his guilt issues.

Explain to him that you know he'd never do such a thing and that it's just an irrational thought coming from worry and he's taking your face into his hands, telling you that he would never, ever think less of you, much less get upset over something as silly as struggling to make a choice.

Like he said earlier, let him help you choose. You two are stronger together and this is no exception.

He's always soft to you, but count on him being even more so than usual for the rest of the night. You two can watch your favorite show or movie -- or whatever you'd like to do to destress. ♡

first request finished ~ .ᐟ how'd I do .ᐣ i'd love to hear your thoughts. feedback fuels my writing muse more than anything else .ᐟ

i'm really hoping this formats correctly, i'm used to using the tumblr app && currently stuck on laptop </3

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[reveluving]

her cafe ; batfam x batmom reader

summary: you’re Bruce Wayne’s wife a.k.a Batmom, who’s also the owner of one of Gotham’s well-known café known as Mother’s Touch, where your family loves to visit.

warnings: pure fluff!

a/n: here it is, reuploading my first ever Batmom fic! y’all don’t know how good it feels to be writing for Batfam again 😭 (for those who have read this on my old acc a.k.a taiyakimmy, hi! this is my new acc!)

» check out my batmom m.list, or my full m.list!

✧･ﾟ Bruce Wayne:

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been at the register, half-listening to the customer drop pick-up lines after pick-up lines to you. You had a good sense of humor. Hell, Dick and Tim learned their puns from you!

But right now, you knew the man in front of you was nothing but trouble. Worst of all, you couldn’t do anything about it. Not unless he decided to lay his hands on you and thankfully, he hasn’t done that.

Sadly, that only meant smile respectfully even if it meant gritting your teeth.

You recognized the man as one of Bruce’s clients, Montgomery. He reeked of cheap cologne and bad businesses, you know, the usual. Maybe things didn’t go so well for him and your husband.

You were dreading for one of your employees to put you out of your misery. Though, giving them a side glance, you saw them shivering in one group. One of them got yelled at by Montgomery not too long ago for interrupting, after all.

“Mr. Montgomery, for the last time, I won’t go on a date with you. I’m a married woman and a mother, after all,” You knew he turned a deaf ear at your words and scoffed.

“Right, and what’s ol’ Bruce going to tell ya?”

"I mean, I won’t tell her anything, to be honest,” You smirked once Montgomery’s face paled, looking as if he might faint, hearing the voice of the one and only.

You peeked behind the sleazy man, seeing Bruce mirroring a similar smirk, but his eyes darkened. Your employees already ran to the kitchen, watching the tension unfold through the small window.

“You, on the other hand, well, that’s a different story,” Bruce tutted, “Now that you’re here, though, I've been thinking; that idea you proposed earlier?” He whistled, “A little too risky, y’know,”

“Wooah, heeey, wait, wait,” Montgomery laughed nervously, shrinking once he faced him, “Come on, pal, I’d never lay a finger on her. Cross my heart! And I’ve only told you half of my plan. I’ll make the other half worth your time,”

Bruce pretended to think for a moment.

“Sure, it wouldn’t hurt to give a second thought,” He shrugged nonchalantly. By now, you’ve moved away from the cashier, standing close to Bruce, “I’ll see you in the office at 3, alright? I just need a word with wife for a moment,”

Montgomery didn’t wait to answer and made a beeline for the exit with his now-cold cup of latte. You closed your eyes, sighing in relief. Before you could even thank your savior, he wrapped his arm around your waist—almost possessively.

“Your knuckles were white, y'know,” He hid his face in your neck, breath hitched once you felt his hot breath, “I’m sure he could’ve handled a punch or three, would’ve been nice,”

He meant to say hot but that’ll do.

You clicked your tongue, but not out of annoyance.

“And risk our little safe haven? Please,” You and Bruce watched as Montgomery nearly tripped, trying to cross the road, “I hope you’re not actually going to approve that project of his,”

“Absolutely not,” You could’ve sworn he growled under his breath, wrapping his other arm around your front. You’re glad the others are in the kitchen. Even so, you could feel your face grow hotter.

You hid your face in your hands, his low chuckle never failed to send shivers down your spine.

Knowing he’s the only one that could make you this flustered mattered more than even the most expensive of projects he’s done.

You’ve given him love, sanity and most importantly; hope. There’s no way he’s letting some good-for-nothing egomaniac go anywhere close to him and especially you.

✧･ﾟ Dick Grayson:

“You sure she won’t mind?” Barbara asked for the umpteenth time, causing Dick to sigh for the same amount. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, Babs, I’m positive. I’d be in huge trouble if I at least didn’t say hi, aaand I learned that the hard way,” Barbara wasn’t sure if he was kidding or reminiscing in fear, “And since you’ve never been to the place, I thought it’d be the perfect time for you to meet her,”

Now that she thought about it, she’s not sure why. Just days ago, she confessed to Dick how she’s never stepped into the café. The one thing she had before was your pancakes her father once brought home and holy shit.

That was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

She knew it was a big deal, judging from Dick’s offended gasp. He swore to bring her as soon as possible. He made a mental note to bring her during non-peak hours so you two could meet. He’s been meaning to see you too anyway.

One thing though; he’s praying you wouldn’t embarrass him too much.

The bell of the front door chimed once Dick pushed the door open, and they were immediately greeted with the smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries. Their shoulders automatically relaxed, and whatever unnecessary worries they had before just vanished.

So it’s true; your problems really do just vanish when you step in.

Barbara couldn’t help but marvel at the aesthetics of the café. They were much different from a lot of the cafes in the city; dull, dark, and just plain sad. Yours was bright from the natural light coming from the giant windows, and customers looked more alive. Dick looked over to Barbara, feeling proud at her awed expression. It’s the same look he had when he first stepped in as a kid.

The coffee shop was identical to those South Korean cafes and their too-good-to-be-eaten cakes you’d see online.

He escorted her to the window seat, also known as the best seat of the shop. Barbara’s eyes sparkled as she scanned through the single-page menu. Even the menu was interesting!

Dick chuckled before squinting his eyes at the counter, hoping to find a certain (H/C)-haired woman walking around. He perked up once he saw you stepped out of the storage room and raised his hand for your attention. Your neutral expression quickly turned into a beaming smile as soon as your eyes laid on him and approached the table.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my lil’ Dickie,” You purposely teased, seeing that he has company. His widened his eyes at you, as if to say ‘please don’t’. Barbara, on the other hand, couldn’t help but stare at you.

She’s seen you countless times on TV and Dick’s phone gallery, but seeing you up-close was a whole different experience. She has to know whatever your secret is to look this young. It’s no wonder that Bruce himself couldn’t resist your beauty. She flushed red once her eyes locked with yours, causing you to chortle.

“Now, are you going to introduce the sweetheart to me?” Dick let out a muffled mumbling before moving the menu away from his face.

“Barbara, this is my mom. Mom, this is Barbara, my study-buddy,” He succumbed to your half-smirk. He knew you weren’t going to let this go for a while.

“Ah!” You clasped your hands together in elation before whispering to Barbara, “Good to know someone’s keeping an eye out for my boy,”

You ignored your son face-planting on the table.

“It’s finally nice to meet the young Gordon, I’d say, you’re prettier than I imagined,” You held your chin, taking a good look at her. Barbara nearly hyperventilated, not expecting such boldness, and from you no less. Dick told her that you tend to praise others a lot. But, reverse those roles and you're as timid as a mouse. You were humble and he loves that about you.

“Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” You wore your glasses, previously hanging around your neck and clicked on your pen.

“I can’t visit my own mother without a reason?” Dick smiled cheekily, contrasting to the deadpan that you wore out of nowhere.

“Normally, your visits from Bludhaven have a reason, mister,” You narrowed your eyes, slowly leaning closer to him. He sunk back in his seat and soon, you were hovering over him. Barbara tried her best to stifle a laugh, “Right, well, I’m sure you two study-buddies are busy,“

You straightened your back, a kind smile making its return.

"Would you like the soufflé pancakes, dear?” You turned to Barbara—you’ve seen her eyeing the pancake category since you started bantering with the boy. Getting caught red-handed, she nodded.

“The one with caramelized bananas, please, and an iced black tea,” She requested politely. Dick had his usual order; a beef eggplant panini with iced black tea, too. He never missed a beat when it comes to the combo.

“Alright, you two hang tight, lunch will be ready in a jiffy,” You notified them in a sing-song manner before returning to the register. They watched you naturally interacting with the line of customers when a worker needed a hand.

“She’s really nice,” Barbara spoke softly, but Dick caught every word. Nice was an understatement he agreed nonetheless. No matter how sheepish he gets for being babied, he won’t ever love you any less.

✧･ﾟ Jason Todd:

You trudged to the final window blind, despite your muscles screaming in agony. Rush hour on Mondays is always a pain in the ass, and today was no different. Keeping a smile, dealing with rude customers, and working back and forth between the kitchen and the cashier was already a workout. Even so, you had the heart to tell your employees that you’ll close the shop on your own. They’ve helped you with most of the cleaning duties, so that’s good.

You paused, hearing a shuffling in the kitchen. You turned your head to the side, only to see a red-hooded man jumping over the counter.

“I just cleaned that, you know,” Well, no, you were lying. Your barista did but now you would have to wipe it, “Bad boy or not, there are rules here, young man,”

Jason grumbled, but instantly shut his mouth when you gave him an ‘I dare you’ glare. He raised his hands in defense before removing his helmet, catching your eyes with his all-too-familiar white streak of hair.

“You’re grumpy,” He stated as-a-matter-of-fact and took a rag hanging on the coffee machine before wiping the counter that he jumped over.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” With all the windows covered, you took the nearest cushion booth seat and landed on your back. Jason huffed in amusement, seeing your legs flailing around to stretch, “Stopping by the manor today?”

“Nah, sorry,” He didn’t wish to see the sadness, but he felt your eyes bore onto his back, “Ma, please,”

“I know, I know. My Jay’s a busy man, I’m just messing with ya,” Your smile was strained, but he knew you too well. Although his visits were frequent nowadays, that wasn’t the case for the manor. Sure, he and Bruce no longer had bad blood, but that didn’t mean he’d move back in like nothing happened, “C’mon, I saved some bestsellers for you,”

More often than not, you’d save a box of treats whenever Jason lets you know he’s coming. Whether he’s sharing with a partner or needs his me-time, you’re much more content knowing he’s not working on an empty stomach.

He watched you shuffled to the back of the counter before coming back to stand before him with ever-so-familiar pastry packaging.

“Got you some cinnamon buns, I can heat them up if you want?” Your aching body says no, but none of them mattered when it comes to your children. He took the box from your hands before setting it down on the table next to him. Confused, you were about to question him when he suddenly pulled you to his chest, hiding his face in your hair.

It’s unusual for Jason to do the honors. Normally, it’s you who would ask him for a hug.

“Jay, dear, what’s wrong?” He shook his head, so, you did what you knew comforted him; stroke his hair. Being the tallest kid amongst others, you’d have to crane your neck to a better angle so you wouldn’t suffocate.

Reminiscing his time as a kid, wandering around the dangerous streets, cold and starving was inevitable. It’s just those days that naturally come up to screw one over.

Then, he stumbled upon your shop, right when you’re about to close. He feared that you’ve called the cops for watching you in a distance when you walked back in.

You came back out and left a filled-up paper bag on your shop’s windowsill before returning home.

He went to his so-called home, weeping as he munched on your leftover buns and egg tarts.

Seeing you again in the Batcave with Bruce was like meeting his guardian angel. Whatever his fate would’ve been if he never met you was something he’d rather not think about. For now, he’s delighted to be in the arms of the woman that brought him back, both figuratively and literally.

✧･ﾟ Tim Drake:

“Tim?” He jolted in his seat, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He looked around, only to find that he’s still in the café, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me,”

“Sorry,” Tim gave you a bashful smile, yawning before taking the paper off his face. He came in an hour ago from his last class of the day to study. He wanted to greet you first but you were occupied, seeing that it was peak hours.

Instead, he took a seat and studied for a little bit. He regretted not ordering a cup of Joe beforehand and passed out with his head on his notes.

You placed a cup of his favorite on the table, and brushed his messy fringe to the side.

“Three cups only, alright?” You reminded—a rule he had to follow since you knew he’d have more at home late.

“Better than none, thanks mom,” He took a sip of his coffee and sighed in content. He stayed and studied until closing time so you could head home together. Cleaning the shop with you was his favorite, being able to catch-up and occasionally pour his feelings out just lifted the weights off his shoulders.

School was one thing, but being a vigilante was another. He knew he needed more than caffeine.

Of course, coffee is always a must, but spending even the shortest time with you is irreplaceable.

✧･ﾟCassandra Cain:

“Alriiight, I got us a jumbo, so we can share,” You carefully placed the vanilla milkshake on the table, further away from Cass’s notebook. The noirette looked up, giving you the smallest but thankful smile, “Alright sweetie, I’m ready,”

Usually, Cass’s visits on Wednesdays after rush hours were only so she could watch you work. Seeing her effort to stop by, you asked if she could help improve your sign language ability. You couldn’t forget the sparkle in her eyes.

Today, she wrote a little story so you could teach her how to read while she guides you to sign properly.

Ironically, the story consisted of a mother and her daughter. Although it was no more than 500 words, each sentence touched you.

It wasn’t until the final passage that it hit you.

'I would do anything for her.’

Your hands froze, unable to control the tear running down your cheek before you felt her thumb wiping it off. She took your hands hesitantly, almost as if she’s afraid you might push her away. You gently took hers in your hands.

You looked up, waiting for Cass’s next sign.

Or words, in this case.

“Thank you,” She was bashful with her struggles, but just hearing her it’s enough to make you weep with a smile.

Sure, the coffee shop never failed to make her feel safe.

But, it’s nothing compared to being by your side.

✧･ﾟ Duke Thomas:

Calm and Gotham were nowhere near synonymous, but somehow, the café would prove anyone wrong. It was almost magical.

Since he became a part of the Wayne, Duke would stop by every other day, daydreaming at the window counter seating. Watching anyone from the poorest to the richest of men pass by brought peace to his mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Duke jumped a little but was immediately brought to a state of tranquility once he recognized the voice.

“Just enjoying the view, that’s all,” Getting the idea of your open arms, he reciprocated a hug.

“I’m a little hurt that you didn’t say hello when you came in,” You pulled away while pursing your lips, only to find his guilty smile.

“You looked busy in the back, so I didn’t wanna interrupt anything,” Your expression softened patting his shoulder.

“Duke, I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again; nothing is more important than my own family. I’ll drop everything I’m holding, if it means one of you needs help,” While he knew the statement was meant to be serious, Duke couldn’t help but snort.

“God, please no. Especially if you’re holding a hot tray or something,” He fears the idea of you dropping a cookie pan drop to the floor just so he could say 'hi’.

“That includes dropping a pan,” You grinned, causing him to groan in his hands, but in reality, he’s grateful.

If anyone told the younger version of Duke Thomas that he’s a metahuman and is soon to be adopted by the Bruce Wayne and his wife, he’d probably just laugh incredulously. Then again, this is Gotham, we’re talking about. Nothing’s normal in this city.

Yet, he couldn’t ask for a better life. Not when he already has one right now.

✧･ﾟ Damian Wayne:

“Ummi,” You perked up, hearing your youngest called for you. Alfred had just dropped him at the café from school but notified you that he wasn’t his usual. You asked Alfred what it was and he tutted, saying that he 'promised the young master not to tell’.

“Damian!” You bent over the counter, seeing him rather crestfallen, “Why so glum, dear?”

His body language screamed reluctance, although he tried not to show it. He twiddled his thumbs before asking for your hand. You did as you were told, walking around the counter so both of you could sit at the corner seat meant for employees. He placed his school bag on the table, silence filling the table.

“Damian?” You said his name in the softest tone you could muster. You assumed the worst — some kid bullying him for his race again. As much as you disliked Talia, there’s no way in hell that you would ever bring race, ethnicity, religion, or anything similar into the argument, “Is someone bothering you again?”

You raised your eyebrows when he shook his head. He slowly took a folded piece of paper out of his bag before passing it to you with his head down.

You eyed him suspiciously before unfolding the mystery paper. It was his Science paper.

He got a B+.

“This… this is amazing!” You exclaimed and wore your glasses before flipping through the pages. Most of his mistakes still made sense to you, even if they weren’t the answer, “Not even a B — a B plus,”

“But,” He interjected, “I had an A plus for the previous exam,” He hasn’t had the chance to study as much as he wanted to due to sleepless nights, “I’m no longer sure if I can even be the first in class anymore,”

You lowered his paper, registering his words in surprise before shaking your head with an amused smile. You stood from your seat and kneeled in front of Damian.

“Is this what it’s all about? Damian, your exams don’t necessarily define you. First place or not, you’re still my smart cookie,”

“The grade says it all!” He slouched in his seat, “I’m failing everyone,”

You tutted before gently lifting his chin, “You? Never. I know you Damian, and I have no doubt that you’ve tried your very best. Your exams don’t always define you. I’m proud of you nonetheless, and I will never love you any less. If anything, you’ve earned my love even more,”

His face hardened before giving you small defeated smile, relishing in your praises, even if he felt like it wasn’t meant for him at first.

His own birth mother would do the absolute worst to him for doing anything. One single bump and it’s over for him. The consequences were indescribable. Nothing inhumane, per se, just, un-motherly. He presumed you’d do the same too, even after all those months living with you, filled with nothing but peace and support.

Instead, here you were, praising him as if he won the Nobel Prize. His body was stiff ever since the drive with Alfred, although the butler told him time and time again that his results were immaculate.

“Congratulations to my smart boy!” You stood up, “As a present, I’ll make you anything you want for lunch,”

His usual spirit came back before requesting you his ol’ favourite; mozzarella and tomato panini. You thought he’d ask you to make something that’s not on the menu, but hey, what the boy wants, the boy gets!

✧･ﾟ Alfred Pennyworth:

“Soo, cream cake or tiramisu?” You watched Alfred squint his eyes, pondering between the two flavours. Every month, Alfred would come over to help you pick the best menu as seasonal bestsellers.

He must’ve been a psychic in his past life ‘cause whatever choices he made would always sell like hotcakes.

You’ve done this monthly meet-up six months after you and Bruce started dating. You wanted to spend more time with the father-figure, thus, the suggestion came out of the blue.

The first time he asked why him of all people, all you answered was 'there’s no other man of wisdom that I trust more than you’.

He kept that quote like a plaque in his mind.

“I would prefer the cream cake. We’re close to the strawberry season,” Behind him, was your only baker, jotting down Alfred’s points, “It would go well with a cold brew or Darjeeling,”

Your barista scribbled in his book, silently agreeing with the butler.

“Well, you heard him,” Your barista and baker playfully saluted before making a beeline for their stations. “Thank you so much, Alfred. My team and I are thankful to have a professional with us,”

“No, Mistress (L/N), I should be the one thanking you. It’s nice to go out and see the nicer parts of Gotham once in a while,” Alfred laughed — taking care of six children (and probably counting, who knows) and a brooding adult was more than a handful for little ol’ him.

If it wasn’t for that little patience of yours — one that nearly all Gotham locals failed to have, he’s not sure what lies for the future of the Wayne household.

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Please! I beg you! I need more fanfic about Draco with a bunny and innocent reader! It's too perfect to just have a fanfic about it! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠) ❤️✨🌟✨💫✨

Summary: When you’ve been a brat all day because of your pre-heat, and Draco finally snaps and puts you in your place.

WARNING(s): SMUT, Dom!Draco, Sub!Reader, dacryphilla, Spanking, brat!Reader, rough sex, aftercare, AU Hogwarts university (everyone is 18+), (READER IS ABLE TO MAKE HER OWN DECISIONS!! A SAFE WORD IS IN PLACE!!) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x BunnyHybrid!Reader

You knew you were at the end of Draco’s patience, and sure deep down you felt bad but you couldn’t help it. Pre-heat was hitting you hard, and Draco was there to take it out on.

Your pre-heat was horrible, maybe even worse than your actual heat. It always was a few days to a week before your heat, and it made life a living hell. It made you in a bad mood, tired, needy, and bratty. Sometimes it even made you hungry like hell, but nothing ever sounded good.

Draco knew all about your heat as well as your pre-heat, and you were so thankful to have him. He truly was the sweetest about it, but he also knew when you needed extra help in putting you in your place.

Sometimes he wasn’t always there to help with your heat, and it sucked. But he did try his best, arranging classes when he could. You were always thrilled when your heat landed on a weekend, meaning you had him for two full days to yourself.

Your heat usually lasted for about 3-4 days, maybe even just 2 if you were really lucky. Your heat was just so inconvenient, and you’ve apologized to Draco profusely about putting him in such a situation. He always got mad at you when you apologized though, saying it wasn’t your fault and he doesn’t mind it one bit.

You have had 2 with him, sometimes heats wouldn’t come for months. You were able to communicate a lot better than when him and his friends first found you, you could speak fluently now.

However, you still weren’t that intelligent on sex. Sure you knew the basics of it but you still haven’t understood it all that well. And you were working on that, with a side of Draco’s help.

Your pre-heat had started early this morning and you got annoyed by Draco snoring, SNORING, and you pushed him off you mumbling how you couldn’t sleep with him being so loud. This wasn’t anything to him, you were sassy to say the least. But he knew you were starting your pre-heat, which meant you’d only get worse from here on out.

When he came to his dorm for lunch, you got mad that he didn’t get you the thing you were craving even though you hadn’t told him. A normal, he could deal with it.

But when he came back from school, that’s when it started to escalate. He was laying in bed with you, working on school work while he played with your hair. You groaned pulling away, he gave you a skeptical look.

“UGH! You’ve been scratching the same spot for 5 minutes!” you knew this was out of line, it wasn’t his fault. He just raised an eyebrow as if asking if you were really acting this way.

“Alright i apologize, i’ll try my best to do rotations” he said trying his best to hold back his grin, you glared at him tossing yourself back down grumbling under your breath.

Then while getting ready for bed, when he handed you one of his shirts when you put it on you immediately whined. He took a deep breath looking at you with a displeased expression.

“Why is this shirt so itchy!” you yank it off, throwing it on the ground and making your way to his closet.

“Hey! Don’t throw shit on the ground princess, my patience is thinning with you today.” he says picking up the shirt, making his way towards you.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have stupid itchy shirts! What the fuck were you thinking when you bought that thing” you say, and he’s stunned. You’ve never cussed, ever.

“Oh wow, okay, you want to act this way huh? Do you want me to punish you is that your problem here?” he asks, leaning down to catch your eye contact.

“You are my problem here.” you whisper challenging him, he lets out a humorless laugh.

“Go.” he says, the tone making you shiver. You knew where he meant by “go” it was obvious. You huff out a frustrated breath, stomping you way to the bed.

“Wow very mature of you” he called out following you. You roll your eyes, climbing into the bed.

Before you can even make yourself comfortable, he’s on top of you. Pushing your hands above your head, he glared down at you.

“Pre-heat hitting you hard or what princess, huh? what’s your deal? You’ve had a rotten attitude all day.” He says, you just make a sour face at him.

“No, you are just extra annoying today” you spat, you knew you crossed a line but how could you not when he was so hot while he was mad.

“Oh, alright then i guess i’ll just leave you to sleep then yeah?” he says pulling away, you groan out a frustrated cry.

“No!” you whine, he just shakes his head laughing.

“Then what? hm? you want me to fuck that attitude out of you, that’s what you want?” he says, you don’t want to admit it.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, you mumble it letting him know you wanted this.

He immediately pulls off your shorts and underwear, and slowly taking of his clothes. He settled between your legs, rubbing and caressing your body. He leaned down to kiss your neck, slowly starting to bite it and leave marks.

You arch you back letting out a whimper when his fingers glide through your pussy. He looks up at you shaking his head, it was so easy for him to get you inside your head.

“Do you think you can be a good girl, and maybe i’ll let you come? Think you can make up for your bratty attitude today?” he asks, you nod pleading with soft murmurs.

“Please M’ so sorry! i want to be good, i promise i can be good” you whine, hands grabbing desperately onto his forearms.

“Look at you, already being so polite.” he grins, you nod eyes hopeful.

“But i can’t just let you go that easy now can i?” he says, grabbing your wrists to put you in a sitting position.

“You can’t?” you ask, pout put on your face in hopes he’d take pity. But after the hell you’ve given him today, he’s got none for you.

When he flips you around, pushing your head to the mattress as he pulls up your ass you know you’re done for.

“You count, and if i hear anything but you counting out of the mouth of yours, we’re starting all over again.” he says, you whine hands grasping the sheets under you in a tight hold.

“Understood?” he asks, your head moves against the mattress in a nod.

He rubbed your ass harshly, the first blow causing your mouth to fall open but you keep quiet.

“One” you whisper, eyes slammed shut.

Draco didn’t give you much time before he landed another harsh slap, causing you to bite down on the sheets. His slaps were hard, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t growing wetter by the minute.

“T- Two” you gasp, pushing back into him. He reacts by making the third harder than the last two combined, causing you to whimper. You instantly realize your mistake, sobbing and pleading.

“Your breaking this early? my my princess what a shame” he says, and his words cause your sob to intense.

“I- i didn’t mean to please” you protest sitting up to face him.

“Lay down.” he says, pushing your head back down, you obligate bringing your ass back up.

“Start over.” he says sternly, landing a harsh smack to your ass.

“One” you say softly, and he hums in encouragement.

“How about 10, i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt since your suffering pre-heat.” he says, and you nod vigorously.

He truly was giving you the benefit of the doubt, because the way you had acted today, you’d thought you’d at least get 20.

When you got to number ten, you were deep in a haze. Ass red and sore, eyes filled with tears. You’d let a few sobs out, but he didn’t make you start over. Either Draco didn’t hear or he was being nice.

“You were so good sweetheart” he whispers, mouth so close to your ear as he leans over your spent out body. And you know he’s lying, you did horrible. But he tended to be more lenient since he knew pre-heat was a living hell for you.

He flipped you back over, and you winced when your ass hit the sheets. He almost felt bad, but he knew you liked this, you loved it. That was why he had always had a safe word in place.

When you felt his tip lining up with your entrance, you could cry out of happiness. Draco cursed at how wet you were, he knew spanking got you going but this time it was on a whole new level.

“Oh my sweet girl, you are being starved” he whispers, you whine pulling him down close so you can feel him everywhere.

When he slips in, you whimper, feet pushing into his lower back. Your hand’s immediately go to his hair grabbing handfuls.

“Please” you sob, pushing your hips to him. He takes that as a sign that you’ve been pushed far more than he intended to push you.

He pushed into you fully, making you shout out his name. Your body racks with shivers, lips wobbling.

“Fuck, baby girl” he cursed, starting at a slow pace for you. He’s never seen you this far gone, but he fucking loved it.

When your hands pull at his hair, and your legs lock him in he begins his rough pace you love so much. And you completely fall apart.

“MNUGH” you cry, fingernails raking down his back and leaving marks.

“There we go, sweet girl” he whispers softly, in contrast to his hard thrusts.

You could feel him everywhere, and your mind could only think about him. He knew just how to make you feel good, and he never disappointed you.

His hands slip under your thighs lifting your lower half up, allowing him to push himself in deeper. His skin slapping into you ass, causing the most unholy sounds.

Each hard thrust has you pushed farther and farther in oblivion. His left arm moves under to your lower back, keeping you up while his right hand moves to your clit. This causes you to throw your head back, and your eyes to slam shut.

“Are you going to clean up that act of yours?” he asks, you nod tears steaming down you face.

“I promise!” you cry, sobbing when his thrusts begin to edge you even further.

“You were so mean” he says in a pout, making fun of you. You groan in a frustrated manor, which causes him to slap your clit.

“Don’t you agree?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. When you don’t answer or look at him, he takes his hand from your clit forcing your face to him.

“Look at me. I asked you a question.” he says, you whine opening your eyes.

“Y- yes i- i agree” you mumble, he smirks. Wiping the drool from your face, as well as pushing hair from your face.

“Drayyy” you whine, moving your hips with his thrusts.

“Shhhh, i know, i’m so sorry. But you deserved your punishment. You’ve been pushing me all day” he mumbles voice rough, right into you ear as his hot breath fans your neck. Goosebumps erupt, causing you to shiver.

“I didn’t mean to” you cry, shaking in his hold. You were so close, hanging on the cliff by a finger.

“My poor baby, just wants my attention, didn’t she?” he asks softly lips sucking and kissing your neck, you nod desperately.

You mumble an incoherent string of words, before you spasm in Draco’s hold and cum like you’ve never have before.

“Aw fuck, good girl, there you go” he mumbles, helping you ride out your orgasm as he slowly chases his.

Only then do you realize how wet you feel, looking down you gap at the mess. But you can’t comprehend it for long, before Draco’s letting go in you with a low grunt.

When he stills inside you, and the after sex cuddle session starts you gap at the mess.

“Draco…”

“You squirted” he grinned, you had no idea what that meant, but you sure as hell knew it felt amazing.

You basked in the post-orgasm glow for a while, before Draco makes you get up to take a shower. You protest, but you know there’s no getting out of it.

“Baby, you are sweaty, and sticky. So am i, there’s no way in hell i’m sleeping like this. Come on you’ll feel better after i promise, you always do.” he whispers softly, you obligate following him to the bathroom. Your arms wrapped around him, head leaned onto his back as you trail behind him.

When he starts the shower, he swirls around pulling you off the ground and sitting you on the counter. You immediately lean into him as he stands between your legs, head fallen to the crook of his neck.

When in your heat, you never took showers right after sex because you knew more sex was about to happen within the next hour. But when not in your heat, Draco really makes sure your clean and content after. You wanted to say you hated it, and you did when you had to be dragged out of bed, but he was right when he said you always felt way better after.

He never let you do much, washing your hair and body. All you had to do was occasionally lift up your arms or tip your head back, otherwise you were leant against him.

After, he helps you into some fresh clothes which typically are underwear and a shirt.

“Is that one itchy?” he drawls, and you push him playfully as you grumble. He just laughs, following you towards the freshly made bed.

You make in into the sheets, legs kicking under the sheets in giddiness. After a while of silence, you now straddling him as he lays flat and you have your head on his chest

“I’m sorry for acting like that today” you whisper, the heel of his palm pushing into all parts of your back.

“It’s alright baby, i know the shit you get put through, it sucks” he whispers, and you giggle to yourself which causes him to raise an eyebrow.

“At least i get sex all day” you mumble, he shakes his head as he lets out his own laugh.

“You’re ridiculous” he says, kissing the top of your head.

Ridiculous for him? absolutely.

[wittlesissyb4by]

“You still haven’t showered?” April asked. “They’ll be here in half an hour!”

I never understood why she felt the need to throw an ‘Easter’ party. That’s something done for families, not a bunch of her girlfriends. I refused to ask her about it, though. After all, it was she who made the rules around here.

“I’m sorry,” I said, hanging my head. “Got a little distracted.”

“Just hurry,” she sighed, frustrated, but still managing a smile. “How’s your diaper?”

“A little wet,” I shrugged, “seems a shame to waste…”

“It’s okay,” April giggled, “I got you some more yesterday. Pants down.”

There was a stirring in my crotch as I swiftly obeyed. I loved it when she’s firm like that. It makes me…well, firm. 

She squeezed the front of my soggy diaper, laughing a bit. “A ‘little’ wet,” she scoffed mockingly, quickly pulling the tapes off one by one until the diaper plopped to the floor with a dull, crinkly thump!

Her nails wrapped around my purple, swollen balls, jiggling my cage back and forth so that it clanked and rattled. “D’aww!! Poor wittle purple pee pee!” she cooed. 

My legs clenched together and I couldn’t help but let out a needy whimper. I know I asked to be caged, but I didn’t think April would have quite so much fun with it. Getting her to be more dominant towards me was a slow, and sometimes arduous process. It took a lot of communication for her to feel comfortable with the diaper thing. She always felt a little uneasy, like she was doing something wrong, or not enough. But once I brought up chastity play, everything sort of clicked–no pun intended. Suddenly she had motivation. She had stakes. Things she could use to both torment me and get me to do things I otherwise wouldn’t want. 

She picked the yellowy pink diaper up off the floor, balling it up and taping it into a compact orb.

“Shower. Now.” She told me in her stern voice, “No funny business. I need you in and out pronto!” She gave me a sharp smack on the ass to get me moving. I yelped, scampering down the hallway. But she didn’t give me the diaper. She usually always makes me handle the diaper. Come to think of it, she hadn’t made me throw my own diaper away in quite some time. 

As I made my way down the hall, a wall of stench practically smacked me in the face. The laundry room just so happened to be where we kept my used, soiled diapers. A quick glance inside showed the diaper bin absolutely overflowing. No wonder it stunk so bad. My little creations were starting to become quite ripe outside of the plastic of the diaper genie. I pinched my nose, leaning over to get them back in the bag so they could stop smelling up the house, I didn’t exactly want April’s friends getting a whiff of my–

“I’ll handle that.” April said, scaring the bejeezus out of me. I jumped, startled. She stood behind me in the doorway, arms crossed. “Let it get a bit full, did we?”

I knew she was talking about me letting it become overflowing. It is my job to take it out when it gets bad, but I honestly didn’t realize it had gotten this far.

“I’m sorry!” I apologized again. Usually this kind of thing led to a firm spanking, which I wasn’t exactly in the mood for right now, but she just shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s okay, silly babies can’t always remember their responsibilities. I’ll take care of it. Now. Get. In. The. Shower!”

I bustled off before she could change her mind. What has gotten into her? I could hear her fussing with the crinkles of the diapers and plastic before I flicked on the water. I kept it cold to ease my aching balls, but soon turned it back to hot to relax my nerves. I always get a little anxious when April’s friends are coming over. All of them are so bright and beautiful. It’s hard to be in their presence without getting a little…flustered. April knows it too, that’s why she invites them over as much as she can.

I found myself getting a little worked up again. This fucking itch throbbing inside my cage that was impossible to scratch. I squirted a little body soap into my hand, making sure to keep the water from washing it away. I reached behind me and coated my crack with it, gently pressing my finger into my little button. Putting something up my ass would not have been my first choice at the moment, but since I didn’t have another option, I figured this had to be the next best thing. The soap made it burn a bit, but I didn’t care, this was the only way I could get a bit of relief...or maybe it was just working me up more. I quickly worked a second finger in and was pumping them in and out of my ass when the shower curtain ripped back.

“Whatcha doin?” April grinned. I quickly straightened and popped my fingers out, but it was obvious I was caught in the act. “I told you: no funny business!”

I stuttered as I grasped for an excuse, but none came. I was in big trouble.

But once again, she didn’t seem to mind. “Get out and dry off.” she said, tossing me a towel. “Your clothes are on the bed.”

She left without another word. 

I was waiting for her to reappear around the corner with her hairbrush or a paddle. Perhaps this was a late April Fool’s joke (again, no pun intended). She was lulling me into a false sense of security only to really bring it on later. But nope, nothing. I tiptoed through the house with trepidation. Turning into the bedroom, I immediately stopped in my tracks.

Laid across the bedspread was a frilly little dress. It was canary yellow with accents of pink and white fringe. 

Next to it was a diaper I’d never seen. It was, admittedly, quite cute, with pink and purple accents and stars around a little bunny on the front.

“Do you like it?” April asked, startling me once again.

“I…yes.” I confessed. I really did. “But not for today.”

“Why not? It’s Easter!” she proclaimed.

“But your friends are coming over.”

“So what? They know you wear diapers and dresses.”

I gulped at that, flushing in shame. I wasn’t particularly proud of the fact that her friends were in on my little secret, but it was one of the stipulations for April to agree to the whole ‘diaper’ thing. 

“Ok, fine.” I sighed, changing tactics, “But they’ve never seen me in diapers and dresses.”

“Sure they have.” April said simply.

My stomach dropped again. “What??”

April laughed and rubbed my naked shoulder affectionately. “Honey…you don’t think I could tell them something like that and not show them a few pictures, do you?”

I shivered in shame, or was that just a very violent cringe? I decided not to ask her which ones she showed them. I was better off not knowing.

“They thought the video of you twirling in your sundress was adorable!” she told me with a smile. “They also think you’re cuter than Ella.”

Oh god. 

Ella was what April liked to call my sissy ‘gurlfriend’. We have gotten together for quite a few…playdates. Oh fuck! I hope she didn’t show them videos of me and Ella–

“On the bed, sweetheart.” April said, patting the mattress and picking up the diaper. “We need to get you ready!”

******

“Aren’t you the cutest!!” Daisy cooed, pinching my cheeks.

“The pigtails are just adorbs!!” Brooke admired, curling them in her fingers.

Lily laughed, “Is his diaper wet? I wanna see his diaper!!”

They all turned to April expectantly, who just smiled like a proud mother. “Show them, sweetheart.”

It seemed like a pointless endeavor, the bottom of my diaper could easily be seen beneath my dress, but the girls–including April–relished in my humiliation. So I obliged them, lifting the hem of my skirt and exposing my diaper to their ooo’s and aaahhh’s.

“Is he wet?”

“I think so!!”

“Already?” April asked, aghast, “I just changed him!”

Like 30 minutes ago. I thought, as if that would save my dignity. I had plenty of room left though, there was no need to change me. 

“There’s no need to change him right now,” April said to my relief. Having my diaper open and exposed in front of four beautiful women would be quite humiliating. If only I knew what was to come…

“Is it time for the Egg Hunt yet?” Daisy asked impatiently. 

April’s smile looked a little too mischievous for my taste. “It sure is!”

They made me get down on my hands and knees, shepherding me along until I made it to the backdoor. The light burned my eyes as the sunlight peeked through the open door. If it weren’t for my thigh-high stockings, the concrete of the patio would have scraped up my knees. 

“Today is a special day for you, sweetheart!” April said, “You get the chance to have your cage unlocked!!”

My ears perked up, suddenly I became much more attentive. 

Lily brandished a woven Easter basket—a rather large Easter basket—setting it down in front of me. 

“I have hidden the key in one of your used diapers.” April explained, “and have hidden those diapers around the yard.”

Scanning the landscape, I started to notice hints of white, colorful, taped-up diapers scattered around. I didn’t have long to look though, my attention was quickly drawn to Brooke and Daisy pulling my arms behind my back. There was a clinking of chains, and soon my wrists were cuffed together. To make matters worse, I felt my hands being stuffed inside of what I recognized to be locking mittens. 

“You have 10 minutes to gather as many ‘eggs’ as you can.” April explained. “Any eggs you fail to retrieve after the allotted time will be forfeited.”

I wanted to protest, to say something clever or ask questions that would get me an advantage, but before I could even utter a word, April had her phone out. 

“Your time starts…now!”

There was no time to argue. I knew April was very particular when it came to time. There were several instances of her unlocking me and only giving me 30 seconds to achieve orgasm. Even when I was incredibly close, she would stop me as soon as the alarm went off, leaving me whining and crying while she readministered the chastity device. 

I quickly bent over and grabbed the handle of the basket with my teeth. Climbing awkwardly to my feet, only to stumble and fall flat on my face, much to the girls’ delight. I spit the grass from my mouth with a pffft and replaced it with the reeds of the basket handle again. I surveyed the area for any glimpse of pink, white, or blue padding. Though, admittedly, there weren’t very many blue ones.

Some were obvious, resting right beneath the tree or scattered on the grass. A part of me thought she wouldn’t put the ones containing the key in such an easy location, but the other part told me to just grab as many as I could in the allotted time. 

“Grabbing” proved to be difficult though, hands being tied behind my back and all, so I was forced to drop to my knees, bend over, and sort of use my chin to nestle the dirty diaper into my neck, lift it, and drop it into the basket. If that doesn’t sound easy in theory, it was even harder in practice. It took me several attempts just to get the warm, squishy padding in the right position, followed by me dropping it right back to the ground as soon as I began raising my torso into the air. What really set me off though was when I finally managed to drop one into the basket–only for it to hit the edge and knock the whole thing over, causing the diaper to roll out and putting me back at square one. 

I tried to nudge the diaper back into the rolled over bin, but my head kept bumping the handle, scooting it away before I could get the diaper any closer. Switching tactics, I tried biting the handle and pulling it along the ground in an attempt to scoop it up, but this just scooted the poopy diaper along and caused the same problem in an opposite direction. Grunting in frustration, I bent down and clamped the diaper between my chin as tightly as I could. I was more delicate before, but I was wasting too much time, I had to be more zealous. The forceful smushing of the diaper must have caused the already sun-ripened diaper to release an even more pungent smell. I was choking and gagging as I finally managed to drop it into the basket. One down. I thought, relieved.

“7 minutes, baby!” April called. 

Fuck. That took way too long. 10 minutes seemed like a ton of time before I realized how difficult just picking up the eggs would be. I needed to go faster. I clamped my jaw around the handle and took off for the next one. I let the basket down carefully so as to not make it fall over, and went after the diaper nestled in the bush with the same aggressiveness I did before. The leaves of the bush tickled my face. I had to dodge sticks to avoid them poking me in the eye, one still ended up scratching my neck, but I didn’t let it stop me from getting my prize. This one was more plump, it must have been one of my really wet ones, it dropped into the basket with a thud. 

After spotting a green and white one nestled inside the flowerbed, I moseyed on over, my skirt swishing in the wind. Soil went up my nose as I raked it across the ground. I fought the urge to sneeze and cough, keeping my grip on the stinky diaper until I was able to add it to the pile.

By the time April gave the 2 minute warning, I only had 4 diapers in the basket. There was no telling how many more were left in the yard. The bag from the pail must have had at least a dozen in it, and I’m assuming those were the ones she hid around the lawn.  What if I only get a third of the diapers and it’s not even the one with my key in it? I had to get more to increase my chances.

One of them was actually in the birdbath. It had grown to three times the size of the others. I had to nudge it out of the water so it could crash to the ground with a sodden squelch! I couldn’t help but wring out some of the yellowish fluid as I squeezed it into the basket. The added water weight–combined with the weight of the other diapers–made the basket quite heavy. I felt like my teeth would come out any second as I lugged it across the yard. 

The last one I could easily get to was tucked beneath my barbecue pit. It was blackened a bit by some of the soot, and turned out to be very slick on account of the grease the base had collected from me neglecting to clean it for so long. 

“30 seconds!!” April called. The other girls, who had been hooting and hollering the whole time, turned it up to 11 with renewed vigor. They seemed absolutely elated with every ‘egg’ I collected.

I cursed myself as the diaper slipped from my neck for the second–and then a third–time. My neck was greasy. The soot was covering my chest and dress. That, mixed with my sweat from exerting myself made it damn near impossible to lift the diaper without my stupid hands. I was about to make one last, desperate attempt before a call came from April.

“Time’s up!” she yelled, managing to hide her thoroughly entertained smile. The other girls, however, made no attempt to conceal their own delight. “Bustle on over here!” April said, “Let’s see what the Easter Bunny brought you!”

I couldn’t help but feel defeated as I brought forth my pitiful display of just five used diapers. The front of my dress was probably ruined, which is a shame because I quite liked it despite the circumstances, but I was more distraught about the meager amount of diapers I was able to acquire. There was a less than 50% chance that one of the diapers contained the key to my cage within. When it comes to, well, getting the chance to cum, I’d rather those odds be a bit higher. But I guess my fate was up to the gods at this point.

“Time to open your presents!” Daisy gleamed, as if this was the part she’d been waiting for the whole time.

Brooke thought she would do me a favor by carefully taking out each of the diapers and laying them on the patio before me, or maybe she did it as a way to patronize me, counting them one by one as if I was too dumb to be able to do it on my own. 

“Are we giving him a time limit for this too?” Lily asked.

April considered that for a moment, though I’m sure she’d already had her mind made up long before then. “Hmmm…I think so. Watta we think? 10 minutes again?”

“Psh! I think 5!” Lily scoffed.

“Yea! One for each diaper!” Daisy agreed.

It still seemed like a generous amount of time, so I wasn’t complaining. That is, until April started pulling out her phone again, setting the timer.

“W-wait!” I cried out. “Aren’t you gonna uncuff me first?”

April smiled wickedly again, then shrugged with a now innocent look. “I just figured you did so good at gathering them up without your hands, that you should be able to open them up and search through the contents without them too!”

The other girls laughed mercilessly behind me, as if they knew this would be the outcome all along.

I already felt like gagging as I looked down at the pitiful pile of poopy pampers. The idea of having to pour through the diapers without the use of my hands disgusted me, but the thought of getting that key made me prepared for anything.

April held up her phone, thumb hovering above the button. “Your time starts in 3…2…1…*click*”

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I was about to learn just how desperate I was indeed…

THE END

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[fairlyaltheticquails]

how RE characters would react to their s/o being sick

this is for my fellow immuno-compromised baddies that are always sick

includes: leon, weskie, jill, and chris

leon:

baby leon would 100% mother hen you to death.

asking if you need something every ten minutes, offers to walk you to the kitchen or bathroom to ensure you "get there okay". keeps your water full and has the entire medicine cabinet on standby.

would insist on you going to a doctor just to double-check check its the flu and not some rare virus.

does not give AF about getting sick. he wants to cuddle and if that gets him sick so be it.

he's doing it out of love. no matter how serious or not serious your illness is, he loves you and wants you to get better quickly.

older leon is different

he still loves you and wants you better, but the stress and trauma of his life have made him seriously devoted to his job

so when you are sick, you wont see him

he can not get sick, he has to be ready for anything that could happen

hell sleep on the couch and text you to ask if you want anything

he will leave anything outside the door, taking ten steps back before you open it

his deliveries always include handwritten notes, usually featuring corny jokes or puns

pls tell him you like his stupid little notes it will make him feel less guilty about not being able to be with you

once you are better, expect an adult male-sized teddy bear clinging to you

chris:

like leon, his job demands a lot, and he has to be on top of his game

but mama redfield ain't raise no bitch

he's going to be in full breaking bad style ppe

goggles, rubber gloves, mask, the whole nine yards

(he would've been fine without them but it made you laugh so that's a win for him)

will pull out some of his shirts or sweatshirts for you to wear so you don't feel lonely

comes in and checks on you. he doesnt stay long or get very close but you can feel the love pour off him when he helps situate the blankets or grabs you something so you don’t have to get out of bed

will be asking claire for home remedies for minor illnesses

you do have to rely on him making them right though which...

"my sister said this tea will help with the stomach thing. don't turn up your nose, just drink it"

also is clingy as hell when you feel better. even though he wasn't as distant as leon, he still wished he couldve been with you more often.

jill:

shes the only one here who knows how to help a sick person

shes forcing (yes, forcing) you to take care of yourself

water, rest, medication

no if ands or buts

if she notices something is keeping you from getting better, shes fixing it, sorry

want to stay up on your phone when you should be sleeping? nope phone is coming with her out of the room while you nap

don't want to drink water? she will sit there and stare your ass down while you take a few drinks

she doesn't rule with an iron fist though, she is sweet on you dgmw

she will sit with you and smooth down your hair while you lay in her lap

rub out any sore or achy spots

I firmly believe she would wash all your blankets and towels along with your comfort clothes so you have a nice smelling, clean space to relax

shes def a tough love kind of person

emphasis on the love though

she cares about you, and wants you to care about yourself

wesker:

i feel many forget that this man is a scientist, but specifically, he worked with the human body and medicine

umbrella was corrupt but the researchers did have legit degrees in their field, including wesker

that being said, intelligence does not equal emotional intelligence

and this man, no emotional intelligence

"what does you being sick have to do with me?"

not a caretaker

would kill for you but doesn't want to let you wear his stuff

he will tell you whats best to take and do to get better asap but he doesn't really understand why you want him around

(lowkey he doesn't want to be around)

he will bring you the best stuff he can get his hands on (just take it and pray there isn't anything that will turn you into a monster in it)

might sit with you while resting for a little but only if you really beg and plead

but he's not doing that mushy shit, stay on your side and sleep

he isn't cruel he legit just doesn't understand the need for comfort

he can think of many things he would much rather be doing than watching mindless tv while you sniffle on him

he does it though, with very little complaining after the initial bit

and maybe, maybe, he kind of likes feeling like he's helping you get better by being there

but only cause you asked for it

no other reason ;)

#not proofread #we die like men #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #resident evil

[isa-ghost]

do u have death family headcanons....

NO FUCKING MAMES I HAD 14 OUT OF 15 DONE FOR THIS ASK AND THEN TUMBLR YEETED THEM. I'M GONNA SCREAM AND COMMIT MURDER, IDR THEM ALL. FUCK.

ANYWAY YOU BET YOUR GAY ASS I HAVE DEATH FAMILY HCS.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Family walks, Chayanne on Phil's shoulders and Tallulah on Missa's. Or they do that thing where there's one kid between them and they take either hand and lift/swing them together.

Family gardening. Missa using his reaper scythe to harvest things, Chayanne and Tallulah replanting seeds, Phil going full crow brain and hoarding all the harvested crops in crates.

The kids are Phil & Missa's biggest wingmen. Tallulah will lead them somewhere and then be like "Oh. Oh nooo, oh noooo my asthmaaaa" and teleport away. And then suddenly there's Chayanne with a table for 2 and an entire kitchen setup with a dinner in progress.

They'll plot "relaxation" days for Phil and Missa too. It's a toss-up if either of them actually relax though. Missa's better at it than Phil at least.

No one cheered harder about the prison kisses than Chayanne and Tallulah. They wish their dads a very "do it again. Often."

Phil and Missa are constantly conspiring together about cool things to do with/for the kids. Even when they're away from each other they'll write books leaving the other a message like "shhh don't tell the kids :)"

They'll also plan days Just for one of the kids where whatever the family does is centered around their interests. It's nice for them, because although they have mutual interests and are more than willing to do whatever the other wants, they still have unique interests and it can naturally get tiring being a package deal. Especially when so many of the other eggs are only children and get doted on by their parents with undivided attention

They get separation sadness a lot bc reaper duties and Phil's extremely deep sleep/vivid dreams keep them apart so often, but their little system of leaving gifts (Missa his paintings, Phil misc trinkets) for each other works. It's not as good as a hug or quality time though :(

Everyone's passing each other's accents to one another. Missa finds himself slipping up saying "bewk" (book) or some shit, meanwhile Phil keeps saying stuff with a Spanish accent because of Missa and Tallulah and everyone keeps adopting German words into their vocabulary because of Chayanne.

Phil and Missa are both good at pvp, they love sparring with each other and teaching the kids. Chayanne is way more into it than Tallulah, but Tallulah loves to learn regardless, and she loves hearing Phil infodump about strategy and timing and whatnot.

Missa and the kids will team up and get Phil on one of his Philzaing rants. They'll be like "what do you MEAN you couldn't physically carry all three of us on a flight? :(" and there Phil goes, raving about how weight matters with flying and safety and blah blah blah. And he KNOWS they're getting a rise out of him most of the time. Yet he falls for it every time.

One day,, one day we'll get a 4/4 family build project,,, They want to do it do bad,, So far it's just been 3/4 make it and the 4th is delighted to be shown it by the kids whenever they're around again.

Phil and the kids have started half-purposely obtaining as many birds as they have bc it's funny to see Missa come back from reaper duties to MORE birds that he just has to accept live there now.

The kids love Phil's crow murder to death (pun intended) and are used to interacting with them. Missa not so much. Which has made for countless funny moments. He's still bewildered that they're so attuned to throwing something shiny at him and then aggressively cawing. He doesn't understand them like Phil can.

Something something the four of them having a seance together where Tallulah taps into her medium abilities to communicate with Kristin bc Goddess of Death is part of the Death Family. She loves to tease Missa (usually about Phil) and she ADORES the kids.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp missa #q!missa #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qphil headcanons #qsmp death family #deathduo #qsmp deathduo #qsmp pissa #pissa

[malum-forev]

Reputation: Endgame

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Summary: Bucky is sooo Reputation coded so, here's Endgame by Taylor Swift (Bucky's Version)

Previous: ...Ready For It?

The quinjet was quiet, nothing more than the constant sound of the engine. Neither you nor Bucky hadn’t spoken a word since you left the country you were hiding in but, it didn’t feel awkward. 

You’d heard he was a man of a few words and you were used to being in silence. Since fleeing the Red Room, you’d been traveling alone. Solo travel takes a whole new meaning when you’re hiding from the world and from your past. 

“You’re a hard person to find.” Bucky broke the silence. 

“I know.” Your simple response made Bucky scoff. He was mid eyeroll when you turned to him. “Is there a problem?”

He shook his head. “Not a problem, just a- let’s call it a full circle moment.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your jaw slacked. 

“Most of the times when I get mission reports, the target is very vague. Hair color, ethnicity, age range, a picture if I’m lucky but with you, I got a full manuscript. Off the record obviously because there is no actual record of you anywhere.” A whisper of a smug smile hovered over Bucky’s lips. “I don’t usually pay attention to what is written of people because it’s usually bullshit but with you, they’ve got you down to a T.”

 Bucky has the audacity to shrug his shoulders! Like it was the most casual thing ever. The man you met barely an hour ago, who by the way has the worst reputation ever, thinks he can read you like a book.

“Is that right?” Your molars grinded together. “What did they warn you about?”

“Egocentric, narcissistic, selfish,”

Bucky was ready to keep spilling more kind words about you but you interrupted. “Glad to know Natasha thinks highly of me.”

“Just to name a few.” Bucky’s eyes were set forward, the right side of his lips curved upwards. “Big reputation.”

Now you scoffed. “You and me, buddy. We got big reputations.” 

His playful expression hardened, like you had poked a side of him that immediately lifted the iron gates. 

“Now’s not the time to get serious. You heard all of my worst qualities and you still decided to come on this rescue mission. You have to be a special kind of messed up to do that.” You laughed. “You heard about me so, you know I’ve got some big enemies but I know you’re on the same boat as myself.”

Your light tone was chipping away at the ice. He’d frozen, no pun intended, that part of himself a long time ago. When he was ‘normal’ (a term Dr. Raynor had told him time and time again he shouldn’t use) he loved to banter. It was his preferred method of flirtation and just conversation in general. But now, he truly felt like a fish out of water. The times had completely changed and he felt like sometimes he had to process information on a first-generation computer when the people around him were living in a world he’d only seen on TV. 

“If only the people who are out to get us knew we were in the same plane,” Bucky said. “We’d be a big conversation.”

The plane fell silent again, the comfortable void caressed your shoulders. Like a whisper of something you’d never felt before suddenly became familiar. 

“It’s not true, you know.” Bucky cleared his throat. “What they say about me. Most of what they say I did isn’t true. My reputation, it doesn’t precede me.” 

“Well, I heard you once took down a whole Hydra base with only one gun and a couple of knives.” You nudged on. “And that was after the Winter Soldier.” 

“I actually did that with only knives.” He turned to look at you with a smile. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look more beautiful smiling. He tugged his lower lips in between his pearly whites and the sides of his eyes crinkled. He threw his head back and a bubbling laughter invaded his body. It was a little bit hoarse, like he was out of practice. 

How long had it been since he’d laughed? You wondered.

 “That’s not true.” He said once he came back, shaking his head. “The media loves to twist the narrative. They needed a bad boy on the team and I just happened to be the closest thing they could find.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing because never in your whole life did you think you would hear The Winter Soldier refer to himself as a ‘bad boy’.

“That’s what they like.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

Your eyes roamed his body. From his short brunet hair to his beautiful blue eyes that shone like the night sky you saw in the windshield. Down to his short scruffy beard that made you want to run your hands against it. Feel the rough texture, touch him. To his muscular arms, you could see the definition through his thin shirt, the sleeves had been bunched up near his elbow revealing his forearms. Veiny and thick making you want to-

You snapped your head forward, forcing yourself to concentrate on the sky in front of you. You cannot think about him like this. This is just a mission. Nothing more. That means no touching an no thinking because those two things only lead to missing him, hurting him, or worse, becoming another ex-love. 

You’re not trying to play, you’re trying to get to Natasha and work. 

Your cold shift made Bucky rethink your entire conversation. Had he said something to upset you? Did he go over the line? Were his thoughts true or are they his past issues coming back? He’s got chips on both his shoulders and it shows. There he goes again with the negative self-talk. 

Sometimes Bucky wished he could shut his brain off, find the master switch and go to bed. Some days it was easier to manage than others and he’d found a way to ignore it, it was easier this way. But the days where it was harder to ease, those were true battles. His flaws, paranoia and insecurities lurked in the back of his mind like monsters in the closet. 

He’s made mistakes and made some very bad choices, that’s hard to deny but sometimes he wishes he could just forget. But with a reputation as big as his, it’s hard to get a clean slate.

The quinjet started its descent into the Avengers compound, the white building in your sights. As you got closer the plane felt bumpier, the wind was not in your favor and the landing was getting complicated. You snaked your hand on the center console at the same time as Bucky, effectively placing your hands on top of his. You felt a sudden jolt of energy that eased your nerves as your skin touched his but it was taken away far too soon. 

Your throat felt dry and you tried to push any sign of nervousness deep into that rarely visited vault in your brain. You tried to forget the feeling but you couldn’t. 

You went through a dark cloud and the rest of the landing was smooth. Your body ached from the long flight and the only thing you wanted was to get off. It had nothing to do with you wanting to get as far away from Bucky as you could, nothing to do with the strange reaction your body had to him. 

Bucky lead you through the compound, the tall walls and windows made you feel more isolated than ever. Sure, you’d been alone for a long time but here it felt like the loneliness seeped into your bones. 

“You’re safe here.” Bucky said, just above a whisper, leading you down a long corridor into the kitchen. “You don’t need to feel scared.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. 

Bucky opened the refrigerator and pulled something out, taking it to the microwave. Bucky rested both of his hands on the edge of the kitchen island. 

“I don’t feel scared.” You finally got out, straightening your back. 

Bucky’s blue eyes softened. “I’m just saying it’s okay if you do. I know I felt that way when I got here. When you’re on the run, you’ve got nothing to lose. You’re used to the feeling of independence but here, you feel watched. Scrutinized.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Did he have the ability to look into your soul? It was the only possible answer. He was calling your bluff on all your usual tricks like it was nothing. 

You bit your bottom lip, debating whether you should open yourself to him, you were sure it had turned deep red now. 

“I usually am always the first to know everything. I always know what happens next and I plan for everything. Even when missions are over and I’ve buried hatchets, I keep maps of where I put them just in case.” You said with a laugh to try and mask the truth you spoke. “But this, Nat sending you to find me, I never expected this. I just- don’t know what happens next.” 

“I guess your reputation precedes you.” Bucky said with a smile, taking the food out of the microwave. Your nostrils flooded with the delicious scent of your favorite meal. He pushed the container towards you, slapping on a post it note from Natasha. Welcome home. It said. “They told me you’re crazy.”

A true smile ripped through you.

“I swear I don’t love the drama.” You promised. “It loves me.”

The two of you ate directly from the container, too exhausted to take plates out. Conversation died down and the silence came back. Only a few hums here and there and some stolen glances. His eyes were like liquor, tempting you and his body like gold, wanting to bring you in. You focused back on your food, wanting to erase the handprint he left on your soul from the second you saw him first, only a few hours ago. 

Author's Note: Hi hiiii I hope you guys like this second part!! If you do, you know the drill, please comment reblog and like! As always my asks are always open &lt;3

tagged: @kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

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[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

[angelltheninth]

The letters C, U, M for the bad batch? I really want it lmao.

I see what you did there Anon, I like puns as much as the next person but unfortunately I am compelled to answer them in alphabetical order.

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cum play, power play, creampie, grinding, teasing, discipline, cum marking, breeding kink

A/N: I have a taglist now DM me or leave a comment if you wanna be added to it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Because he has a huge breeding kink he has to come inside of you, specifically inside your pussy and watch it leak out before pushing it back in with either his cock or his fingers, doesn't really matter which to him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in armor. No really. It reveals literally nothing, he knows full well what's underneath but he has to strip if all down from you bit by bit. By the time has you fully naked he's already creaming the inside of his tight suit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease and be teased back. For him it's all part of foreplay before the big event. The more manages to rile you up the harder he knows you'll come at him when the clothes gets taken off and he welcomes that challenge with open arms and hard cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to make you beg for cum and to come. He can edge himself as long as he has to until he hears the desperate, high, needy whine fall from your lips.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything that has you showing you belong to him. It can be adding bits and pieces of his armor to yours, it can be you walking around with his hickies on full display, it can just be you holding onto his arm while you walk, it can be you taking an interest and cleaning his sniper rifle, that last one in particular.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease in the universe. He's always teasing you, be it his words, his looks, his touches, anything and everything. You are never safe from his teasing, not even during a mission or on the battlefield.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not a messy person so he'd like to keep it inside of you as much as possible. Don't get him wrong he will always wear yours on his fingers and his mouth and chin but for his cum he would prefer if there wasn't too much to clean up after. Which is sometimes difficult because of how damn horny you always get him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice. He loves everything about it, loves how you sound when you laugh, when you scold him or the other members of the Batch, when you get so engrossed in something that you can't stop talking about it. He almost wants to ignore his boner and listen to you talk forever.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While he could be a very good tease when he wants to due him being great with words he likes it when you tease him more. It also doesn't help that he's easily flustered when you do, putting his helmet back on when it gets to be too much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This big man has a ton of cum to give you and loves to see you covered with it, from your chest all the way to your thighs and particularly in between. You love it too, don't lie, he sees that look in your eyes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you're really soft with him. Usually he's expected to be the tank, the muscle, the heavy lifter, so when you treat him so softly, when you look at him so softly, he can't help but want you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He gets extremely flustered when you tease him so he always wants to tease you back. But alright, he can give you this one win over him, he can't hide how he feels. Just promise not to tell anyone else how easily you get to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes on both of you equally, he'll gladly lick it off you no questions asked, and when yours is on his fingers he'll push them towards you. The same thing when he pushes his cum back inside of you, you get to lick what's left on his fingers.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cuddles are always a good way to get him hard. He loves feeling your body against his, with no clothes in the way. And when you start grinding back against his cock he is gone for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can't handle being teased for the life of him but he will deny it when ever you bring it up. Which sucks for him because those adorable reactions make you tease him more. It's a vicious cycle indeed.

#star wars #star wars x reader #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #star wars smut #star wars imagine #the bad batch smut #the bad batch imagine #tbb headcanons #tbb x reader #tbb smut #tbb imagines #nsft alphabet

[misterbardman]

Okay so since those infection au’s are spreading online (pun intended), I’ve been thinking of an au for PJO, specifically post-TOA. Uh idk how dark this will get so read at your discretion.

So basically it’s after Tower of Nero events, Apollo is a god once more, god of disease and all so he just casually sends out some disease like he does without thinking to much of it. It’s literal days until Apollo realizes something is severely wrong because when he’s flying over cities in his chariots, they aren’t as busy or crowded as they usually are.

Even when the other Gods return to Olympus from mingling with humans and whatnot, they look oddly terrible, as if they caught a flu or cold which should be impossible.

Obviously, Apollo being the god of healing is the one who’s checking up on the other Gods but he has no clue how a disease can spread to even them.

The only one with full immunity is Apollo, he made the disease so it does not affect him. His descendants and demigod kids are somewhat immune to the point they can catch it but it won’t be nearly as bad/might heal/not contagious.

Everyone else? Can get it, spread it. It’s like a zombie-apocalypse, if zombies did not want to eat brains.

The first god to bring it back to Olympus is Hermes, which Apollo was basically ordered to do a check up on him because ‘gods don’t get sick so why is he sick?’ Still undecided if the other gods have any immunity or if they’re just as susceptible like mortals are, same with various monsters.

Anyway, it is *rough* to deal with, especially since Apollo is single-handedly watching over the gods who got infected and the demigods. Surely he can just make an antidote but it doesn’t seem like the antidote can reverse or fully stop the spread, just maybe slow it down a little bit which is obviously not good.

At some point, probably after most of his family is infected, Apollo just shows up at Meg’s place in his Lester form like ‘hey so I may have messed up and need your help to make some kind of medicine-‘ Meg is just in disbelief that even now Apollo still needs her help but she helps reluctantly.

If I could draw I would draw out various characters with infection rates, sanity, immunity, and whatnot but alas, I can not draw. Basically Apollo and mortals related to him are immune/semi-immune while everyone else is fair game. Apollo has no idea how it got so bad so quickly to the point of spreading to the gods but if he doesn’t fix it soon, there’s going to be massive consequences, probably worst than losing the Oracles.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #pjo #toa #lester papadopoulos #infection au

[viburnt]

Maybe helping puppy hybrid dabi and Shigaraki (seperately ) with their heat for fem reader?

Doberman! Dabi + Heat

Heats for Dabi aren´t the most frequent. It only happens once a year, and it isn´t much of a hassle to deal with it. When it occurs, his behavior doesn´t change at all, remaining the laidback cocky bastard he´s always been. Of course, his sensitivity spikes; he still needs some alone time to relieve some of that energy. 

He usually locks himself in the bathroom and bites his shirt to avoid getting too noisy while jerking off. It doesn´t take him long until he´s shooting blanks, emptying all that primal desire into his hand as his breath hitches.

Things changed when you appeared whatsoever, his heat becoming problematic whenever you were close by. If he could handle himself in the past, he is a lost case when he smells your scent in the room. He becomes pushy, grinding his crotch against you at any given chance. It doesn´t matter to him if he is in public or private, he´ll make sure to let you know he wants you. 

Dabi´s heats with you amplify his sly and smug behavior, making innuendos here and there to gauge a reaction from you. He hates himself for being so insistent, but he wants you to give in to his debauchery and let him breed you once and for all. You often have to scold him for being such a bad dog, but the warmth coming from your sex often betrayed you. You liked that, and Dabi knew it perfectly.

When you finally agree to help him with his heat, Touya loses no time. He doesn't even undress you fully, he just removes your bottoms and tugs your panties aside. Needless to say, he is inexperienced as fuck, but his confidence was too much for you to notice. His go-to position is doggy style (no pun intended), where he can pull your hair and watch your ass bounce with each thrust.

Dabi says the nastiest things when he is lost in pleasure, the animalistic side of him taking over as fat hot tears roll down your cheeks when he bullies your cunt. "What a good bitch! Ah, fuck- Taking my cock so well, gonna fill you until it´s dripping out of you." He feels a little embarrassed when you remind him of his words, but he is not sorry about saying it.

Safety is something that needs to be talked out with him during his heats. No, I´m not talking about being on the pill or using a condom, I´m talking about literal dog safety. During his heats, Touya can get a little too enthusiastic; he tends to bite and scratch, leaving red marks on your skin that sometimes take a while to disappear. It´s not intentional (although he is a little proud of them), so he allows you to either put a leash on him (to tug whenever he is getting too aggressive) or a muzzle (to prevent unwanted bitemarks).

Gets very clingy after he is done pumping your cunt full of his seed, not letting go of you and making sure you´re ok. You´re his little lady after all, and one day you´ll be the mother of his puppies (or at least that´s what´s in his plans), so he rubs ointments on the places he hurt you and cuddles you a lot.

"Sorry, was I too rough?" Dabi asked, kissing the skin of your shoulder as he held you close. For the past hour, he´d been fucking you senseless on your bed, face buried against the mattress as he bullied your cunt. Rough would be an understatement, but you guessed it was your fault considering you never pulled the leash. "It´s f-fine, I promise," you assured him with hitched breaths, "I just need a moment." Dabi shook his head, engulfing your body in the warmth of his. "Let´s take a break for now, we can continue later..."

Rottweiler! Shigaraki + Heat

Heats for Shigaraki are a little more frequent than Dabi´s, occurring from one to two times a year. They normally happen during spring and fall, lasting about two or three days. His behavior is the worst out of all the puppy boys in L.O.V., growing aggressive towards anyone who tries to interact with you. He rubs himself against you and refuses to let go of you even if it is to have some privacy. "I´m just keeping an eye on you, that´s all!"

Before you, he´d take care of his ruts by locking himself in his room and getting distracted with video games. It felt embarrassing for him to try to jerk off, even if his body was aching to. Sometimes, when things were too overwhelming for him, he´d take out his anger/frustration with the people around him; heats amplify his mood swings, and he can get very destructive if he doesn´t have the correct enrichment to deal with it.

With you, his heats are more focused on the attention you give him. It´s embarrassing and humiliating for him to be so clingy and touchy with you, especially when his brain screams to be smothered by you; he´s afraid that you may think of him as a pervert or a loser.

He gets very whiny when he can´t get what he wants, messing with your stuff in retaliation. Tomura doesn´t mean to be that bratty, but he acts on impulse during his heats. You need to scold him from time to time, otherwise he´ll get too bold.

Tomura is a pillow humper during heats. He rams himself into the cool pillowcase of his pillow while taking a whiff of any piece of your clothing available. He tries to imagine it´s you who he is breeding, but as his left hand tries to steady his cushioned companion, his body can´t be fooled. He thinks he´d die on the spot if you were to ever catch him doing something like that.

When you agree to help him out, Tomura gets very shy. It´s almost cute to see his pale skin turn into a deep red hue. His favorite position to do it is mating press, holding your legs up to your head with carefully gloved hands to avoid hurting you. There´s something about your facial expressions and the way your tits bounce that make him go feral. You also are allowed to only "help him" if you don´t feel like getting stuffed. He is very compliant when it comes to you, so if you tell him to sit between your legs and rest his back against your chest while you jerk him off, he does! 

A curious thing about him is that he doesn´t take the spiked collar of his neck off. Why? Who knows, but it´s cute to see his fucked out face while wearing it. Oh, he also has a thing for instructions, so if you´re feeling lazy, you can just talk him through his orgasm while he humps his favorite pillow in front of you. Quite the view!

"Come on, Shiggy, you can do it." You purred. Tomura was carefully seated between your legs, hands on your thighs to steady himself a little as you dragged the pads of your fingers to the tip of his cock. "P-please, don´t make this more embarrassing than it is!" he whined, hissing at the way you massaged and pressed his glans. "I just want you to feel good, puppy. Want my baby to cum." You mumbled, kissing his ear in an oh-so-sweet way that made him jolt. After a few more pumps, he became undone, shooting translucent hot ropes of cum into your hand and dripping onto his sheets. "Ah, such a mess. We can´t leave it like this, can we? Let me clean it for you." You offered, licking off the slick of your hand, sending shivers down Shigaraki´s spine. "I hate you so much..." He stuttered, but he knew it was a lie; he´d be begging you to do it all over again after a few hours.

[mothercetrion]

I got bored (again) and did this OTP ask meme with Johnshi. enjoy!

1) Who offers their jacket when the other is cold? Johnny. it's a classic romantic maneuver! "you cold, babe? allow me to remedy that," and he slips off his jacket and puts it around Kenshi's shoulders. Kenshi never asks, but he accepts it with a smile (and a little bit of a blush).

2) Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up? Johnny. if Kenshi is in a more playful mood, he'll be giggling at everything he does. picking him up in any way will leave him breathless with laughter. (that, and Johnny is secretly very ticklish. Kenshi knows this and will take full advantage of it.)

3) Who compliments the other in front of everyone? Johnny. however, he's more subtle about it because Kenshi isn't the most fond of a lot of attention like that. it'll be more along the lines of a hand on his shoulder and a "good job, Kenshi!" sometimes, he'll slip and call him "Ken doll" in front of everyone, and Kenshi is briefly mortified. he's grateful all the same.

4) Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun? Kenshi wishes that Johnny's puns weren't funny. when they first met, he found them annoying, but as time went on, he realized that they were actually pretty funny (in moderation).

5) When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up? Johnny's sole goal when Kenshi has a bad day is to distract. Kenshi's mind is bad to linger, and Johnny will keep him occupied in some way to keep his mind off of things. Johnny will tell stories of some kind, or he'll get Kenshi out of the house, usually to get food or to go do something fun. sometimes though, Kenshi just wants to stay home, and Johnny respects that, and they'll lay together until Kenshi is feeling more like himself. when Johnny's having a rough day, Kenshi's first plan is to get him to talk about what's going on. Kenshi is a great listener, but Johnny isn't as good at talking about his problems as he is at joking about them, so that doesn't always work. Kenshi's second plan is to also distract but in the form of watching movies that Johnny loves. they brighten his spirits, plus he gets to tell Kenshi about all the useless movie trivia he's accumulated over the years.

6) If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear? as much as Johnny loves seeing Kenshi in a suit, he would probably choose something a lot more casual for him. when he was Yakuza, he wore suits, and his current armor is nice but still armor. he should get to wear something that's a lot more flexible and comfortable, and Johnny would pick something like that for him! probably jeans and a T-shirt (a red one, after all—it looks great on him!). Kenshi would probably also pick something a bit more casual considering that Johnny's daily wear is a button-up shirt and slacks. he doesn't want him to wear an outfit based on what looks the best, but based on how comfortable it is. he probably chooses a T-shirt as well but possibly some athletic sweatpants or jeans.

7) Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go? it takes a while for them to get to this step, but Kenshi meets Johnny's family first (using this booklet from MK SNES for reference). Kenshi is openly nervous; though he isn't anymore, he was once a criminal, and he isn't sure how Johnny's police mother will react to that. she is apprehensive, obviously, but Johnny insists that Kenshi isn't like that anymore and is as good as it gets. their first meeting is incredibly awkward, but any after that are a lot better. Johnny's older sister actually really likes Kenshi from minute one, much to their surprise. his mother and sister tell Kenshi a lot of embarrassing stories about Johnny from his childhood, and while he's glad that they're bonding, can they do it in a different way…? it takes far longer for Johnny to meet the rest of Kenshi's family; they're wary about people due to their Yakuza history, but Kenshi assures them that Johnny isn't like that. it doesn't help that he was the one who had Sento before Kenshi did, but again, Kenshi assures them that it's in the past. they're shocked that it's Johnny at all. they've seen several of his movies! why is he dating their son?! he grows on them quickly, and he invites them to his house for dinner pretty often.

8) In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer? Johnny is the customer, and he's a very annoying one at that. he has high expectations for most things, he brings a lot of attention wherever he goes, and Kenshi wants to punch him when he knows he's there. but then again, he's pretty nice to all of the staff, and he always puts a giant wad of money in the tip jar, so…he's not all bad. it helps that he's cute.

9) When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person have their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, etc.? if they're sitting together, Kenshi is touching Johnny in some way, period. it's usually a hand on his forearm or his thigh. he likes knowing that he's right there with him. it's reassuring. touching him is a given.

10) What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy? Johnny is the kind of person to give gifts because "it made me think of you." Kenshi isn't materialistic, but he loves the idea of Johnny going about his day and getting something for Kenshi because it reminds Johnny of him. it's such a kind sentiment, and he is always excited when Johnny gives him something like that. if Kenshi makes himself a cup of tea, Kenshi always makes Johnny one, even if Johnny isn't around. Johnny can be in another room entirely, and Kenshi will walk in with a cup of tea for him. "I thought you would like some," he always says. Johnny is surprised every. single. time, and he's always touched that Kenshi would think of him without fail.

11) What would they do to celebrate their one-year anniversary? Johnny arranges a big trip for them to go on. just them—no work, no filming, nothing but their own company. Johnny actually turns off his phone for most of their trip (minus the occasional photo—he can't help himself!) and spends their entire getaway dedicated to giving Kenshi his full attention and an amazing vacation. they get to eat a lot of amazing food and see amazing sights, but the most important thing is that they're spending it together. they agree to go on more trips together after this one.

12) When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another? it took a while for them to admit their feelings at all. their initial meeting isn't the best, and once it's all said and done, there's this…tension that neither of them can place. they eventually go on a date, and all of that confusion is suddenly cleared up. Johnny has always fallen fast, so he knows before Kenshi does, but he holds back out of worry that it's too soon. it's Kenshi who says the first "I love you" after a moment of vulnerability, and Johnny is quick to reciprocate. but Johnny still makes a big deal out of telling Kenshi that he loves him for the first time, telling him after a romantic night at home. Kenshi wouldn't want it any other way.

13) Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss? Kenshi is extremely physically affectionate when it's just them, so it's him. Johnny has a home "office" (a more professional way of saying a room with thousands of dollars worth of memorabilia…and also a desk with his computer), and when he's busy, he'll stay up there for hours at a time. Kenshi will pop in, ask him about his day, and kiss his forehead before trying to leave. Johnny always stops him and tells him that "he missed," and Kenshi kisses him on the lips with a playful scoff. even when Johnny isn't busy, Kenshi loves greeting him with a hug from behind with a kiss on the side of his neck.

14) Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist? Johnny, 1000%. he mostly chooses songs that he thinks Kenshi would like to listen to. he prides himself on learning his taste in things and recommending things that he would enjoy, and he's usually very accurate, much to Kenshi's surprise. he probably also has a playlist of songs that make him think about Kenshi, regardless of whether they align with his tastes. (Kenshi likes that one a lot more, but he won't tell Johnny that.)

15) Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars? Johnny. he takes his car up into the mountains and doesn't tell Kenshi what they're doing, regardless of how much he wants to know. he finds a lookout near the top, where they can see the stars and the lights of the city. it's quiet and peaceful, and Kenshi absolutely loves it. they'll stay out there for hours and look around at everything, especially in the summer.

#johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #academic responsibilities?? i dont know her #otp ask memes #mine

[emeritus-fuckers]

I know I just requested something but I’d like to request something else 🥺 we have papas comforting their s/o when they’re feeling big sad. Can we get a ghoul version? The headcanncon and drabble? I’ve been in a really really bad depressive episode and things/people just keep triggering it to get worse. And I’d love some comfort. Even if it’s through fictional characters 🥹

Ghouls comforting their depressed s/o

Omega

The very definition of gentle giant.

He can be pretty playful most of the time, especially with Terzo around, but at the end of the day, he's your gentle giant and a massive, two meters tall cuddle bug.

So when he goes to your room after practicing with the rest of the band, he is really surprised to see you not being your usual self and instead just laying in bed, your face hidden in his pillow as your body shook.

He knew you were crying. He knew you very, very well.

He walked over to you, making sure not to walk too fast. He didn't want to startle you. He slowly sat down right next to you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, kissing the back of your head, since he couldn't get to your face.

You shook your head, so he lied next to you and pulled you into him instead. He heard you mumble something about his music, so he nodded with a small smile, easily picking you up and holding you against his chest with one arm as he turned on some of his favorite songs in the background.

"I'm gonna carry you around for a bit, alright, little bug?"

He hid his face in your hair as you nodded, just slowly walking and swaying around with you in his arms until you fell asleep. He'll deal with whatever happened tomorrow. For now, he was glad you were okay.

Swiss

No. Nuh-uh. Absolutely fucking not.

No sadness allowed, big or small. Swiss is a guy all about smiles and chuckles.

Therefore, no tears allowed. He sees them, he gets rid of them.

He absolutely hates the idea of you being upset and he'd rather die than let that happen and you're not getting rid of him that easily.

When he saw you upset, he sneaked up on you to quickly turn you to lay on your back and then laid on top of you, putting his full body weight on you with one of those infamous smiles of his.

"Heya, gorgeous."

"Dude, you're heavy..." You would try to push him off, but he'd cling to you, nuzzling into your neck and giving you a small bite, which made you smack his arm... only to get tickled as you tried to free yourself from underneath him. And after just a little bit, he had you squirming as you laughed.

"There we go. Come on, I've got new air flavors for ya. And tomorrow, whatever made you tear up... we're gonna tear it to pieces."

"Swiss, for fuck's sake with those puns of yours..."

"You laughed." He'd grin down at you.

"I did..." You sighed, accepting your fate and napping with him on top of you.

Sodo

Unless he's angry and stomping around, he walks around pretty quietly and due to your distracting and terrible mental state, you didn't notice him staring down at you.

He doesn't like it. It's not that he needs your attention, he's not a kid. But he knows the ways you usually react to him and that's not it.

While he himself is easily annoyed most of the time, very far from being all 'sunshine and rainbows', he's not a fan of you not being happy.

Not only does it not suit you, but your moods always rub off on him. He needs you happy, even if just so he could be happy himself.

He slowly crawled into bed with you, laying his head on your chest and waiting for you to notice him, his tail swaying slowly like a cat's. It took you a few minutes to feel his body weight on you, that's how lost in your own mind you were.

"Sodo, I..." You wanted to explain yourself, but a look in his eyes told you everything. He knew something was wrong and he was angry about it. Not at you, no. Never at you. At himself, because he didn't notice earlier. Because he didn't do anything earlier.

You broke down crying, unable to finish whatever you wanted to say. He wrapped his arms and tail around you, letting you get it all out.

He's bad at comforting. He knows that. But the least he can do is be there for you and listen when you're ready to talk. And he will do that.

Rain

He notices early, but he's busy a lot (usually trying to keep the peace between Sodo and Aether) and he deals with lots of stress of his own, so sometimes he can't help you because he's too distracted by his own duties and issues.

He does notice you feeling worse most of the time and has a whole relaxing routine set up for you both for the evenings.

He's very disappointed in himself for not helping you earlier. Coming to your room and seeing you weep into you pillow absolutely wrecked him with guilt.

Absolutely blames himself for you feeling bad and wishes to cheer you up because he loves you so much and it hurts to see you upset.

"Hey..." he calls out to you quietly, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back soothingly. "Bad thoughts?"

You whimpered out a response, but he didn't get to actually hear or understand you, since your face was deeply burried in his pillow. He could see you crave his contact, but since he wasn't there before, you settled for the next best thing. He must've made you feel so lonely, not being there to help you earlier...

Well, he was here now and had full intention to fix that.

"Wanna cuddle?" he asked, and you nodded, slowly letting go of the pillow and clinging to him instead, hiding your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms aroung you tightly and just held you for a while until you felt better.

"I'm sorry for not being here sooner. I won't let you feel like this again."

"Promise?" you looked up at him, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Yeah. I promise."

Aether

He probably had no idea how serious your issues were at first. Everyone gets sad, so he kinda assumes that's what happened.

And he just hates the idea of you being sad, so he does his best to cheer you up. Piggy back rides, bouncing you around, he's buff and he can carry you around a lot, and since he has a lot of zoomies, he totally runs around the Ministry with you.

He just really wants you to laugh. Please. He loves your laughter. He needs your laughter.

And if he can't get you to laugh, then he'll try his best to get any emotion out of you, as long as it's not sadness.

He's been poking your side for a while now. He tried everything, snacks, drinks, new different vapes, tickling, anything, but you'd just smack his arm and turn away, hiding your face in the pillow as you mumbled at him to please just fucking leave you alone.

He refused to do that, though. You weren't crying anymore, so that was good, right? Right? If you stopped crying, you were no longer sad, right? It was better, right?

He wanted you to hit him. Not because he was a masochist, but because it would help you. Hopefully. Even if you were to bruise him, he wouldn't care. Anything to make you stop crying.

"Quit it!" you smacked his hand away facing him with a glare, your eyes swollen from all the crying. He pouted innocently, claiming he just wanted to make sure you don't cry anymore. "Aether, you fucking idiot..."

You sighed heavily, reaching your arms out to him as fresh tears started to run from your eyes. He quickly pulled you into his chest, letting you snuggle up to him.

"Just hold me next time, you dumbass."

"You got it. Love you, babe."

"Love you too, you braindead moron."

Mountain

He notices it pretty soon and keeps an eye on you.

Earth Ghouls are stubborn and protective, and he just that. If he notices you want to leave, he makes sure to get a break from whatever is stressing you by picking you up and carrying you outside.

If you feel better after those few minutes, he'll go back to what he was doing, but he'll keep observing you.

If you don't feel better, you both leave. End of story.

"Mountain, I'm fine. Come on, you're being dramatic..." You whined, hiding your face in your hands as he carried you back to his room. You were craddled against his chest, his arms holding you tight enough to make sure you couldn't get out.

"No. You need to rest. I'm going with you. That's it." He shrugged, slightly bouncing your body as he did. He knew you well. Too well, honestly. Because he knew that as soon as he laid you down in bed, you'd cry. And you did.

He helped you undress and change into a shirt of his, the material hanging on you. He knew you liked his shirts. If you got cold, he'd give you one of his hoodies and he's wrap you up in a blanket so tight that you could barely move. And he'd just hold you on his lap until you feel better. Does not care about what's gonna happen to him later at all.

Phantom

He's a silly guy who loves making you laugh with his silly jokes and tricks on his guitar. That's why he absolutely adores you whenever he sees you smile and giggle.

So he's obviously very much unhappy when he comes to your room to tell you about the last Ritual and he sees you crying in bed.

His first instinct is to jump into bed with you with a joyful "I'm back!"

But then it doesn't work and he starts trying to find any way to comfort you.

"D-do you wanna see a trick I can do with the guitar? Or maybe, uh..." He looked around frantically, trying to find something to cheer you up with. He had good intentions, he really did, but he was still new to it all. He wasn't sure what to do with a crying human, let alone his darling.

He runs around the room, bringing you anything he deems cool enough to show you. Lava lamp, a random book, spare strings for his guitar, spare buttons for his jacket, since Ghouls had the tendency to lose them... He even offered to let you put his mask on if you wanted. Anything, just to make you happy.

He finally gives up, seeing as you shook your head every time and asks you how to help you because he had no idea. And then you ask him to hold you... And he does. Almost knocking the air out of your lungs.

He's still learning, but he cares.

Cirrus

Yeah, no. No chance, no way. She's not letting that happen.

She's completely synced up with you when it comes to emotions. If you're sad, she's sad. And she hates both of those ideas.

Life's supposed to be fun! You're supposed to be happy, enjoying your short human life!

She adores you, you're the cutest person she's ever met, she'll be damned if she lets you be sad.

She knew right away, even before she entered the room. So she didn't walk in, she literally stormed in to hug you and kiss all over your face. She promises herself to be tough for you, but she's not. As soon as you're in her embrace, she's crying already, openly weeping with you.

It doesn't matter why you're crying, she's crying with you. You're both complete messes in each others' arms, letting all emotions out. She will cry with you as long as it takes, until you're both completely worn out by it.

You cuddle with her, both figuring out a nap is in order. Nap first, then a big piece of your favorite cake/pie, and only then will you face the problem, once you're in a headspace that will let you talk about it.

She barely slept through the nap, constantly kissing the top of your head in your sleep and muttering apologies and promises. She'll be here sooner next time. Unless you're crying tears of pleasure, you're not allowed to cry at all and that's final.

And yes, she will make you cry tears of pleasure when you feel better.

Cumulus

Oh, no, no, no, darling, no...

Cumulus is abolutely heartbroken the very second she notices you being sad, she barely holds her own tears, trying her best to be strong for you.

She gives the most wonderful hugs, she'll hold you for hours just to make you feel better.

She's probably gonna shed a few tears herself when you fall asleep because she feels like she failed you.

You had no idea how much time has passed. She's been holding you like this for so long now... Was it so dark before? You were pretty sure the sun was still up when she came in.

You saw her right away, but couldn't say anything, choking on your own miserable and pathetic sobs. You the shock on her face as she just stood there for a while before slowly took a few shaky step only to run to you and hold you tight against her chest (I wanna be held against her chest... - Jez) as she whispered comforting words to you.

And so here you were, slowly falling asleep as you both sat together, your head on her chest as she hummed softly to you, trying her best to hold herself together to not break down in front of you.

She started sobbing only when she was sure you were asleep. Her heart was completely shattered when she saw you in tears. She couldn't let that happen again.

She wouldn't let that happen again, no matter the cost.

Sunshine

She reacts very instinctively. She's already incredibly clingy, but seeing you in tears?

She's running at you top speed and throwing herself into your arms, probably giving you an accidental headbutt.

She's very light, but she's also ridiculously strong, as all Ghouls (and Ghoulettes especially) are. You could be five times Omega's size and she would still pick you up and carry you like a little baby if that's what you need.

You will end up bitten and kissed all over It's how she shows comfort.

She wouldn't even let you get any ice for the aching bump on your forehead, too busy nuzzling against you, kissing and nibbling all over your skin. It tickled in a way.

"You are just the cutest." She would say, rubbing her cheek all over yours before leaving a small bitemark on your skin. You'd have to cover it with make-up, although it didn't really matter right now.

"I love you and if you ever cry again, I'm gonna rip someone's balls of." She declared in a playfully grumpy tone until you gently held her face, a few tears still escaping your eyes, but you were getting closer and closer not to cry anymore.

"I love you too. Please don't rip anyone's balls off, okay?" You chuckled through your tears. You appreciated her enthusiasm, you really did. But you didn't want your issues to cause someone's castration.

She laughed, giving your cheeks a long, slow lick, to get rid of the tears.

"I ain't promisin' anything, puddin'."

Aurora

Similarly to Phantom, she's still not fully adapted to humans yet, she's still learning.

And similarly to him, her first idea is to give you something cool, so she drapes her little cape over you and hopes that will work.

When it doesn't, she resorts to snuggles. You like snuggles, right? She knows you do, you're always so happy when you snuggle!

She'll sing for you if you want to! She'll do anything just tell her what it is that you need.

Aurora was still not the best at affection, and since her socialization process was mostly around Ghouls who spend half of their free time grabbing each other's dicks, she didn't exactly have the best role models. But she would always adapt quickly.

She learned how to sing and play instruments very quickly. She learned everything very quickly. But hugs... yeah, she could still work on that, considering she almost broke your arm when she initially squeezed you. She didn't exactly learn her own strenth and the weaknessed of the human bodies yet, but it was okay. She tried her best, though.

"Sorry. I just don't like seeing you sad. You're too amazing for that." She explained, resting her head against your shoulders and closing her eyes. "You're incredible. I hope you know that."

You cuddled up to her a bit more and she started humming for you. She's only been around for a while, so she only knows Ghost songs, but that's okay.

Sure, she still uses a bit too much strength sometimes and she hasn't exactly developed a music taste yet, but she really cares about you a lot.

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #nameless ghoulettes x reader #nameles ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoulette x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #sodo #swiss #aether #rain #mountain #phantom #cirrus #cumulus #sunshine #aurora #ghoul event #papas-ghoulette