#this took way longer than it should ngl

[kindan-no-kanojo]

Corrupted Diamonds

The present tale is a darker alternative to the known story of Aladdin (Disney’s version).  DDA Event: Once Upon Dreams And Nightmares by @bluebird-dolly-bride!

"Corrupted Diamonds" as a darker reference to "A diamond in the rough" Warning: Depiction of a character's death. ↓↓Story and Full image below↓↓

Summary

Corrupted Diamonds

Once upon a time, a poor, young boy wished to have it all. Surviving day by day while others would have everything they wished for only by asking for it, is an unfair way to live. The boy, determined to find a way out of that miserable life, wished upon stars and powerful entities for a better situation, for a life worth living, a way to show the world what he was made of... but nothing was as easy as they made it seem. When help arrived, Aladdin easily succumbed to the greed of his heart...

In the depths of the Royal Palace, was a Princess. Princess Jasmine faced the duty of marrying an important member of society to make the legacy of the family prevail, although nothing she ever wanted seemed to matter. Her wishes and desires drowned in the greed of those above her, as though she was but another follower. One thousand nights romanticizing freedom weren't enough to reach it. Was it too much to ask, a voice, a love for her to choose, a chance to do what she was capable of doing...? Jasmine swore to the moon one last time before putting her heart aside…

How far would a hopeless soul go?

I. Aladdin's side

Despair and hopelessness are enough to corrupt the most pure of hearts. 

Only surviving day by day wasn’t a good way to live. Aladdin knew that well, trapped in a routine of misery and uncertainty, risking his life just to have a little more food to hang on until the next day, then everything would repeat. He took pride in his adventurous soul that helped him grow a thick skin and the ability to do what it takes to survive, no matter the cost, but how long was he supposed to live amongst danger and mischief?

Every night he would isolate in his favorite hidden spot, up in a hill of limited reach, where his personal shelter resided. Friend of the crows, who deemed him trustworthy for his tendency to share with them whatever he could get his hands on; soon enough that soft spot for the dismal birds paid off, when the feathered companions started to bring a number of interesting things to the shelter, even the food they were witty enough to take.

Up there, hidden, he had an unfiltered view of the starry sky. All those stars knew about his secrets and desires that he could hardly tell anyone else. Wishes that lived deep within a heart that little by little, in face of the circle of hopelessness that never seemed to end, had begun to darken.

Aladdin has his eyes on a goal, in more ways than one: Aside from the stars he worshiped for their purity and glow, that view also included the Royal Palace. What wouldn’t he give for a luxurious life like that one? People loving him, working for him, giving him everything he wanted while he would finally get the peace he always sought and never met. It had to be so easy to live between luxuries while people like him had to risk their lives for another day under the stars…

It made him undeniably envious.

Wishing wasn’t enough, that was clear, but what to do? If he could marry the Princess of that palace, he would have everything he wanted in the blink of an eye. Not long ago, he heard the rumors in the streets. After some incident had taken place in the Palace, the Princess turned out to be unmarried…

“If only” was something he began to repeat more and more often. If only he had more tools, more chances, more... just more. The redhead Princess no only was very well-accommodated, but also had the most eye-catching looks he had ever seen. He stood no chance.

One day like it could have been any other, one of the crows found something particularly interesting. A weird-looking lamp was now in his possession. The bird found its shiny exterior very alluring, and decided to hide it from the public view, much like they all did with the immeasurable amount of shiny little treasures. 

The lamp, dusty and seemingly old, had a certain white glow. Aladdin’s curiosity got the best of him, but he also had to fight with his growing greed. Maybe it could be sold to begin his journey to a new life…?

But first, it needs a little cleaning…

II. Jasmine’s side

«Stay in your place, better seen and not heard…»

Jasmine’s life not only has become repetitive, but also humiliating. Living under the roof of the Palace as herself and as a puppet were not so different alternatives. Her Father took care of the Empire and Jasmine in equal measure. Despite her appreciation for the nurture, her sense of self was getting more and more lost whenever her words were cut off mid-sentence or her suggestions got lost in the wind. With her mother out of the picture, she had to marry someone in order to become Queen. Her Father would gladly give his position of power up to his daughter under that little yet enormous condition.

After becoming an adult, her entire life was being controlled by both her Father and the individual he chose for her to marry: A powerful sorcerer, under the name of Jaffar. 

A life where “no” and “yes” had the exact same meaning was not the life Jasmine wanted for herself. No matter the wealth surrounding her or the endless candidates wanting to take Jaffar’s place, her life had become hollow to the point where she only lived blankly, day by day.

Sitting at the balcony of her room like every night, she’d look up at the sky and find the moon shining back, above the people her family ruled for. How Jasmine wanted to be like the moon... beautiful despite being scarred and imperfect, its value never questioned. It could go out when it wanted, impress everyone without effort, show the parts of itself that shone the brightest, and no one would say a thing. They couldn’t, of course, the moon was unreachable… 

If only Jasmine was unreachable, like the moon, no one would be able to step on her so easily.

Days continued to pass by, the loveless marriage was on its course. She never said yes, she never said no, but it didn’t matter anymore. Even though she could respond when she was given the final question, would anyone listen? Would anyone ask…?

Under the moonlight that made her company on the warm night before the wedding, she made a promise:

“This is the last one.” 

The last order she’d ever accept, and the first and last with would agree to follow. The moon has been the one witness of the deterioration of Jasmine’s heart, but she knew that the moon itself had to get hit to get those imperfections that made her unique, worshiped and unreachable… So, she would give everyone the satisfaction of the alliance and would become Queen. Put her heart aside for a while and sacrifice her will in order to become like the moon in the only way she could find.

Thus, the Royal Wedding finally took place, and the entirety of the empire witnessed Jasmine’s determined “I do.” 

One day like it could have been any other, Jasmine and Jaffar had become the new Rulers. As it was tradition in Jaffar’s legacy, he would share his powers with his wife. He’d teach her the basics, the very basics, as his main interest was, clearly, not the woman by his side. Luckily enough, the sentiment was mutual.

During the honeymoon, Jasmine accidentally learned that her husband was not just any sorcerer, but his ultimate power was given by a genie; a powerful creature that would grant any wish to those who were lucky enough to have the chance to fulfill them. The newlywed had become as powerful as a genie, for the sake of fulfilling his own greedy desires, dragging Jasmine along, and manipulating her own Father to get his way with his hypnotic powers.

Many things fell into place thanks to some subordinate that spoke a little too much, but at least they agreed to provide information to the new Queen when she demanded to know about the man she had married. Nonetheless, something inside Jasmine shattered when it was made clear that his three wishes alongside his own magic were used so selfishly to get where he was now, no matter how many people he’d humiliate and step on in the way. Power, wealth, legacy… What was that? Envy? Jealousy? Wrath? Why was it so easy for some people to get what they wanted?

That night, the dark lamp connecting Jaffar to his powerful life essence fell in Jasmine’s hands. 

. . . . . .

In the dim lit room, her husband called for her to consummate their so-called love. The disgust of the redhead Queen was evident for a number of reasons.

“What love…?” Jasmine’s voice muttered, soft as ever, unheard as ever. A crescent moon shone through the window, the fireplace made the room warm. She did not make a move. In fact, she already did. 

“Come over,” the man invited, extending his hand, and Jasmine gave one single step forward as her slender arms crossed below her chest. Purple hues observed him in silence, a small portion of amusement was hidden underneath that expressionless face. Before her husband could utter another word, he was surprised by a sudden, violent cough.

Jaffar’s body tensed up, his expression contorted in seconds, and now his voice left not any order, but a shriek of unbearable pain. Jasmine watched how he confusedly agonized on the mattress, calling for help, demanding Jasmine to do something, to explain, to help, as she only blinked while her lips formed a smile.

“No,” her silky voice now echoed louder. The now King felt himself burning inside out while he was trying to get out of the bed and desperately reach for her, without any luck. After falling from the bed, only a few crawls in her direction were all he was able to perform. One last shout left his throat before he quieted down and collapsed, stiff, dead.

Silence. Jasmine felt a rush of something she couldn’t comprehend. She nudged Jaffar’s arm with her foot and received no response. He was really dead. She had succeeded. 

Only then, the Queen started laughing loudly for the first time in so many years.

In the meantime, the dark lamp would stay burning at the very back of the fireplace for another while, to make sure that greedy soul within the magic oil would burn in all kinds of Hell.

III. Corrupted Diamonds

Jasmine sat on the balcony like she would do every night, but it has been a while since the known hollow feeling was gone. She breathed in the dew-scented air surrounding the area and the people beneath her, living in the city under her control. No one seemed to miss her husband, and she cared little if they did. Whenever she was asked, the Queen affirmed that Jaffar had left something truly valuable for her to be able to move on after his mysterious and tragic death.

Her legs swung in the air, the dark lamp hung from her fingers. A relaxed sigh escaped her lips in the moonlit darkness when something peculiar caught her eye. Did someone just fly across the moon? 

It was too fast to catch, but now she could not ignore it. Again, there it is, but closer. This time, she followed the figure with her eyes. 

A man in white and golden Prince-like clothing approached in a flying... carpet?, but soon he stopped when their eyes met. He looked rather shocked, like he was doing something he was not supposed to. Given the circumstances, flying around Royal property on a carpet, no less, was enough reason to understand that it was something out of the ordinary. 

“Who are you?” Jasmine inquired, the frown on her face made her distrust palpable. As though it was taken as an invitation and not as a warning, the Prince flew closer instead.

“Good evening. I’m... your Prince,” he answered, cheeky. His hand proudly laid on his chest and his head was held high, almost too perfectly aligned with a Prince stereotype. Jasmine’s concern grew, another candidate? However, the act was off.

“You are late, sir,” her response, short and dry, triggered an over-exaggerated, bewildered whine. Despite having focused her eyes on the moon after her statement, that reaction quickly brought her attention back to the flying Prince, “...what’s the matter?” 

“...I’m sorry, Princess, what do you mean by ‘late’?” 

Jasmine chuckled.

“Well, what do you mean by ‘Princess’?” She looked into the so-called Prince’s eyes, whose confusion knew no limits, much to her amusement, “How come a Prince doesn’t know that the Princess he’s after has become Queen already…?”

“Queen—!?” The shock in the man’s voice finally made her laugh out loud. Not only was it funny how he only had the news her Father shared with citizens, but also it confirmed a short-lived suspicion.

“If you really were a Prince,” Jasmine started, tasting the awkwardness of the dark-haired man with exquisite care, “you might be part of a realm far away from here… far enough to not know about the news, yet not far enough to not know about me… maybe a realm living underground?” A pause, “...Seriously, now, how much did your costume cost?”

Jasmine’s eyes showed nothing but some odd joy, and perhaps that was what made the poor young man laugh along, “guilty as charged, huh… I should have known,” he scratched the back of his head, like a child who got caught red-handed, “I’m sorry, Princ— my Queen, I think I really took too long to get to you. Ahh, if you knew how hard it is to handle one of these...!” he floated around with the magic carpet, the crow that tagged along had to fly around on its own, away from him in the meantime. Shortly after, he faced the Queen once again, extending his hand towards her, “well... May I be of your service in some way to pay for this awkward inconvenience, my Queen?” 

“How charming…” instead of accepting his hand, she made a gesture with hers to attract him closer, “come here, let me take a better look at you… Meanwhile, would you tell me your name?” 

“Aladdin,” he introduced himself, seemingly relaxed, as if a big weight just got lifted off his shoulders. Jasmine lifted Aladdin’s face up, holding his chin rather tenderly as they made eye-contact. 

“Aladdin… why would you lie to me?” The girl questioned, almost disappointed, but there was some curiosity in the midst of her judgment, still. Her amethyst glance pierced into the male’s copper rose one, admiring how suddenly devoted he’s become.

How much of that devotion was real, and how much was due to a certain magic inheritance, it was hard to tell. 

“I’m… not lying to you,” Aladdin’s voice grew softer, in trance. The redhead rose a brow, quick to make clear that it was useless to keep the act up, and so he simply sighed in defeat, “okay, but this was the only way I could reach you…” 

“Reach me...?” Quite an interesting choice of words, the sharp sensation in her chest would confirm it. The lamp hanging from Jasmine’s finger made a subtle movement he was too lost to catch, or to care. A glowing gas-like content, almost invisible to the mortal eye, made its way out and merged within the air they breathed, soon materializing into a translucent ghost snake that coiled around the Queen’s shoulders before sliding down her arm to personally meet this new face. 

“Why are you here, Aladdin? What do you want?” 

“I want… everything,” there was no hesitation in his confession. A greedy soul, Jasmine acknowledged. A greedy soul that, unlike many others, was very upfront about it. Was it because of her position of power, or was there something else behind his true intentions? The snake licked the deceitful Prince’s chin, as he continued to be unaware of it.

“Everything... including the Queen?” 

Not quite to her surprise, Aladdin nodded. His crimson eyes had a strange glow added to them, matching the snake below him. Jasmine appreciated the honesty, although she could not let history repeat itself so easily.

“Cute...,” she admitted with interest, nonetheless, “if you really are willing to go to such unimaginable lengths for me, I believe I could waste a little more time on you…” Words were the only thing being wasted in the attempt to make him stay around for long enough. Her hand now stroked his hair as the ghost snake got a sign of approval to coil around him, instead.

“You will tell me who gave you these fancy things, yes? Don’t dare try to lie to me again, you won’t like what could happen, dear Aladdin.”

How grateful she was for having inherited Jaffar’s powers in moments like these… should she have disposed of the magical burnt oil inside his lamp, perhaps her charm would have been less effective. It was early to tell if there was more of the current Queen Sorceress that this young man found himself interested in, but there was no rush.

For now, a girl was eager to know how someone like him was able to reach what was meant to be unreachable with such ease. Maybe she had a thing or two to learn from this greedy Prince... Would he reach her heart just as easily, or will the wealthy temptations corrupt what’s left of him?

It wasn’t like Jasmine was afraid to use the powers she had inherited if the situation called for it, after all. Perhaps, soon enough, she would test Aladdin’s loyalty without any hypnotic snake...

#diabolik lovers oc #scarlett wakahisa #once upon dreams and nightmares #(is this a nightmare in a dream's skin or the other way around?) #dfjgkj it took longer than expected but 😩it's done<3 #it made me happy to write this thing ngl. like i got to write a kinolett oneshot which i dont do often (i should🗿) #me: happy cuz aladdinau<3 #also me: tw character death #FGJH YOU SHOULD KNOW I CANT WRITE FLUFF WITHOUT A BIT OF SUFFERING 🏃🏻‍♀️ #🌠. kinolett #🖌️. 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝 #📝. Wall of Text

[neo-shitty]

GETO SUGURU.

#i spent the whole hour trying to resist this man but i just couldn’t #i liked him in the manga before he defected but the anime did him so… #AHCK #LOOK AT HIM (moments before disaster) #THE WAY HIS GAZE SOFTENED WHEN RIKO CONFESSED THAT SHE WANTED TO STAY WITH EVERYONE A LITTLE LONGER #HOW SHE WASNT READY FOR ASSIMILATION #JEALOUSY IS A DISEASE #RIKO MOVE THATS MY MAN #i just cant deal with him #he was such…a nice guy #if i knew him irl i’d have a massive crush on him ngl #additionally throughout the show he was always so concerned for satoru #expressing his concern when satoru has been using his technique nonstop whilst guarding amanai #and when haibara asks what treats should he bring home and he answers sweets bc it’s what satoru likes im having a breakdown #he’s so boyfriend #i love him so much it hurts to see how the tiredness in his eyes took over after what happened FUCK YOU TOJI FUSHIGURO #logically i’m not blaming anyone other than toji for what happened but some petty side of me wants to stir fry the shit out of gojo satoru #bc how the fuck did you not notice that geto was slowly losing and YOU CALL YOURSELF A BESTFRIEND YOU B— #im kidding ok might’ve been geto too bc he wasn’t open abt it #also damn yuki for that peptalk bc my poor mentally ill man wasn’t registering shit right #his slow spiral into insanity is one of the best written antagonizations i have ever read/seen and it will forever break my heart #jjk #toff.txt #🎬;jjk

[lasciviouspoison]

my first full length smut fic! this shit took weeks to edit ngl, but it was worth it. with that being said, there are probably still some mistakes so excuse those, lol. tw: breeding, eren calls himself “daddy”, word “mommy” is used, reader and eren are extremely (heavy emphasis on extremely) frustrated. not a tw, but like i always say, this is for my chubby black women, but all are free to read <3

eren has loved you for an extremely long time. he’s spoiled u, fed u, he’s even dressed you head to toe while you were sick.

yet, all of this spoiling and caring for u, does not warrant your brattiness right now.

he’s been studying tirelessly for his midterm for about 2 weeks now, finally on his last day of review before his test in a couple of days. yet, he can’t seem to focus because you keep coming in and out of your shared study every three seconds.

“‘ren, where are the extra washcloths?”

he looks up from his textbook, glasses falling off his nose a bit. you’re even dressed like a brat, skimpy little white tank top and baby pink panties. it makes his head hurt worse than the passage he’s read over 4 times now.

“there’s no way you’re asking me where fucking washcloths are right now. there’s no way.” he says with some bite to his voice. he just needs to finish these last two pages and the longer it takes him, the more it kills him.

your arms cross over your chest, pushing your bra-less chest up and exposing a bit of your chubby stomach. “does it look like i’m joking with you? where are they?”

he clenches his jaw and in a very clipped tone, he responds that they’re under the sink. you scoff slightly and walk out, making an effort to slam the door a bit harder than necessary.

he sits back in his chair and throws off his glasses, big tattooed hands wiping his face. eren knows he’s been neglecting you, and it’s killing him just as much as you. he’s tired of coming home from class too tired to touch you. he’s tired of you having to tell him to go lay down after his head rocked one too many times over his dinner plate.

he’s tired, but he’s not gonna let you act like a bitch just to get what you want. simply because it’s fucking working.

he pushes up from his desk and walks out of the study. he hears the bathroom cabinets opening, so he does everything but sprint to get there.

you peer over your shoulder at him and roll your eyes, “they weren’t under the sink. in fact, they’re all dirty cause, you know, you act like you can’t help with laundry anymore-“

erens grabbed you by the nape of your neck and brought your body close to his. you can hear his semi-heavy breathing despite still being bent over, which caused your heart to race a little. although you knew eren would never hurt you, it doesn’t mean that his pent up energy won’t go to waste.

“a couple things: one, don’t talk to me like i’m a fucking child. two, i do still help with laundry, there’s a whole basket full of folded shirts sitting on the bedroom floor that i didn’t get the chance to put away. and finally, you that cock hungry, or are you genuinely mad at me?” he finishes with a finger running up your spine, back arching at the feeling. he knows this rills you up, which is perfect for him. you don’t get to frustrate him and remain unscathed.

your eyes widened a bit, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop eren’s hand from moving. you could feel just how hard he was and it made you think that he almost had it worse than you. however, that doesn’t mean your just gonna lay here and take it.

“get the fuck off me eren” you said through tight lips. his hands now steadily making their way under your top, with you making no advances to stop him.

he bent down towards your ear as his body almost covers yours entirely, with his fingers now gently pulling at your nipples.. “you know what’s funny? you can act mad at me all you want, but this pretty pussy is never ever mad at me. maybe i should gag you and let her do the talking, at least she’s not a fucking liar” at this point, eren’s hands feel like hot coals against your body. while they slowly make their descent back down your body, you can feel your resolve slowly melting away under his touch.

before you could reply, his fingers begin to softly move along your covered slit, causing your breath to hitch. you push your hips back a little and eren gives you a breathless laugh in return.

“i know i’ve neglected you pretty baby. daddy’s really sorry, just let me make it up to you. i promise, you can have me all night if you just tell me what you really want”. sometimes, you swore that you could hear the smirk on eren’s lips.

you shook your head no and felt a soft slap to your pussy. you wanted to scream at him and tell him just how badly you missed him, but your mouth refused to open. you bit your lip once he began touching you again, attempting to coax a confession from your pretty lips.

you felt him bend over once again, this time to place small kisses behind your ear, kisses that started to travel down your neck and onto your back. the entirety of his ministrations were torture, but it was when he stopped kissing you and replaced his lips with his tongue to lick a stripe up your back that you really wanted to cave.

eren’s middle finger finally found your bare clit, the initial contact causing you to jump hard against his body. small whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to maneuver on his fingers before he stilled your movements.

“m’not doin anything more till you tell me the truth. what do you want from me baby? tell me and i’ll give it you ya”.

you try to grind against his fingers once again before a hard smack to your ass forces you to stop. his grip on your hips tightening, letting u know that he’s really gonna deprive you until you speak.

“want you to touch me ren! wan’ you to fuck me so fucking bad!” you finally scream out.

every gives you a small chuckle before his middle and index finger burry themselves into your cunt. his body almost shakes at warmth you provide. blood rushing straight to his dick, making him indescribably hard.

“that’s it baby, that’s all i wanted to hear.” he sounds breathless, almost like he’s the one that’s been getting teased.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, a small squelching sound coming from your sopping pussy. your grip on the cold marble counter top has your knuckles turning white. at this point, you’re so desperate for more that your meeting his fingers half way.

with tears threatening to run down your chubby cheeks, you make pleas for more. “ren please, please gimme more. i’ll be good i promise!”

he feels so bad. you’ve never acted like this, even when the two of you were still forced to live separately on campus. the desperation in your voice is surprising him just as much as it’s surprising you.

because he knows you like it when he fucks you with his hair down, he pulls his hair from his already loosening bun and all but rips his sweats off. dick hitting his bare stomach with a heavy thud.

he takes his fingers out of you and rips those pretty pink panties off, he makes a mental note to buy you another pair.

he rubs himself between your sticky folds till his cock is shiny, hitting your clit a couple of times in the process, drawing more whines from you. all he can do is look down in awe. it’s amazing to him just how wet you get from just a couple of fingers, but who can blame u? his dick’s been throbbing for four days straight.

he finally anchors himself and spits, emitting a soft puh before he smiles. you’re such a mess underneath him and he can’t wait to make it even worse. he finally starts to push in, but your tight little cunny won’t let him in no matter how gentle he tries to be.

“lemme in baby… please lemme in” his voice is so strained it’s making u gush even more.

“i’m tryin!” you say with a pout, tears running down your face.

eren knows you’ve always been big on eye contact when the two of you fuck, it’s almost necessary… so, he hooks his fingers into the side of your mouth and forces your head to lift. finally you were able to see that tattooed chest and pretty face, and he was able to see those pretty eyes and beautiful tear stained face.

almost immediately do you loosen up and he accidentally on purpose pushes all the way in, causing the both of you to moan loudly.

“there you go baby, take it for me ya spoiled fuckin brat”. his hands have found purchase on the fatness of your hips, his grip so tight that you think he’ll bruise you. not that you’ve ever cared.

“fuckfuckfuck” is all you can say as you watch his facial expressions through the mirror. his hair is down and there’s tiny beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. he’s gone slack jawed while stroking you, a relaxed expression gracing his pretty face. no matter how many times he’s buried himself in your warm walls, he’s never gotten used to how good u feel. once his green eyes make contact with yours and that smirk graces his face, it makes u realize just how in control he is no matter how gentle he may look.

“squeezin’ me so tight baby.. u miss me that much?” he says with a breathless laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm. the both of you know that going this long without touch was both odd and frustrating. it caused the both of you to miss each other equally, hence why this could be categorized as some of the best sex you’ve ever had.

at this point, he knows you’re gonna cum soon, he can feel your walls pulsing and eren feels like his dick is gonna pop.

“g’nna cum rennie, g’nna make a mess on yo- ugh fuck!” your little hands balling into fists as he hits that spongey spot in you. you can hear just how hard he’s thrusting into you, each stroke sounding more sticky than the last. it’s making your eyes cross and toes curl.

your convinced he’s gonna kill you with that horse dick of his one day.

“let it out baby, i’ll clean it up the mess, wanna feel you cum on me.” even he’s getting whiny now, so it’s only a matter of time before you-

“-ohmygod eren!” you cum so hard that your body’s shaking and your knees are buckling. thankfully, eren’s always there to catch you.

despite chasing his own nut, he desperately wants to see you ride out your orgasm. he’s so desperate that he’s picking you up by your hips, forcing you to do small circles against his waist cause he knows it drives you crazy.

however, it doesn’t take long before he’s digging deep into you again, the force of his thrusts causing your head to bounce a little harder than intended.

“god i’m gonna cum so hard in this pretty pussy. i’m so fucking sorry i neglected you baby.. never again, god i’ll never do it again baby i promise. gonna fill you up okay? awe, you like the sound of that yeah? make you the prettiest mommy for me. promise i’ll take care of you forever. god i love you”. he’s rambling and his voice is getting rough. it’s only a matter of time before he cums.

after finding some strength, you finally look back and smile at him and that’s all it takes for eren to cum. his face screws up and his warm hands slide up your back to make you arch a little deeper. you wish you could run your fingers through his hair so badly, but you couldn’t ask for a better view of your beautiful boyfriend.

after a few moments of silence, eren finally comes down from his high with a big huff of air. gently, he spins you around so you face him. he moves your curls from out of your eyes and gives you a slow kiss on the lips, hands resting gently on your chubby, tear stained cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, he starts to speak, “i meant what i said. i’m sorry i left you alone for so long baby. i just gotta pass this test.” his eyes full of remorse.

“i know eren, i just wanted some attention… it’s really easy to miss you, even if we live together”. small smiles find both of your faces and eren finally pulls out to run the two of you a warm bath.

he strips you out of your tank top and carries you over to the tub, where he holds you tightly.

after some comfortable silence, you can’t help but look over your shoulder and ask the question that’s been plaguing your mind, “you really wanna get me pregnant?”

he looks towards the ceiling and let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “i mean, eventually yes. right now? fuck no”

the two of you fell into laughter while the smell of lavender filled your noses and achy bones were finally allowed to rest.

#eren #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager #eren smut #eren x chubby reader #eren x black reader smut #eren x y/n #damn….. i love writing for this man

[uplatterme]

Hidden Urges

cw: pre-memories!wanderer, sub!wanderer, dom!reader, gender-neutral terms and pronouns but reader has a cock, jacking off, hurt/comfort (my bad), overstimulation, crying, REALLY SOFT

a/n: probably one of the best fics ive ever written ngl. might write a part two with post-memories!wanderer if y’all want it.

———

You thought you had been daydreaming at first.

You stood outside the porch of your house and were met with a man who stood in the rain looking unbothered by the whole thing. He was just there, staring into nothingness despite some parts of his clothes getting wet by the second.

You bit your cheek, walking up to him and taking his wrist with your hand.

“Come in? I have supper ready.”

It took him a while to register but he eventually agreed with your persistence.

He introduced himself as a wanderer, he said, “I’ll be out when the rain stops.”

To which you replied, “Take as long as you need.”

You gave him some spare clothes which fit on him loosely as you hung the kimono to dry inside the house. 

He was…a very pretty man. 

You served him a bowl of porridge that he refused multiple times, saying that you should just eat it instead, that you need it more than him. 

It sounded silly seeing as how thin the wanderer was.

“So, who are you really? Besides being a wanderer, I mean.”

Your question seemed to be something that he even himself couldn’t answer. He made that same face that he wore when he was in the rain, deep in thought, possibly contemplating everything that he had gone through.

After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to finally say something, only to be shut up with a spoonful of warm porridge inside his mouth.

You smiled, seeing him swallow the food even if you had to do it forcefully.

“How is it?” You asked.

“It’s good.” He answered, still stunned at how you had just spoonfed him.

“Yeah? Well, there’s more. Dig in.” 

He reluctantly took the bowl in his hands, eating the food that you had generously given to him. You were so persuasive. He wondered if you realized that you had that effect on people.

You ate with him, telling stories of your own as you worried that you had scared him off from asking too much about himself.

A thought lingered in your head as you led him to a spare room before going back to your bedroom alone.

Why was it that he never shivered under the rain?

The rain didn’t let up for days. A storm had manifested instead, meaning any kind of travel would have to be suspended.

Wanderer felt that he was intruding so much already, he could go anytime he wanted to but leaving you alone didn’t seem right.

“Are you alright?” Your hand was on his forehead, checking his temperature.

You had somehow managed to sneak up on him again, he marveled at that fact, questioning whether if you purposely did it when he was busy thinking about something.

He tensed up when you removed your hand from his skin, eager to have more of your touch.

He cursed himself in his head. That had been happening a lot lately, a growing urge inside of him that didn’t want to leave and let go of you once the rain ended.

But that’s exactly why he needed to leave, he couldn’t get too attached.

He stayed in the spare room you had given him and each time he was alone, all these questions kept attacking his head.

Was he supposed to feel this way? Should a puppet such as him have these kinds of emotions?

The longer he stayed here, the longer he felt that he wished the rain wouldn’t stop.

Everything smelt like you. The blankets, the clothes, and eventually, even him.

He stared at the problem at the center of his legs. This too, had been bothering him.

It often happened when he thought about you, or whenever you touched him for too long.

He bit his lip, careful to not let any sound slip. Although these days, he wanted you to hear. To find him like this, all sensitive and spread out just to see your reaction.

Would you have shamed him and kicked him out of the house for this? Or, would you have praised him, telling him how much of a good job he was making?

His hand gripped his cock, imagining that it was you doing this to him. He sang your name softly, fingers now traveling to his tip, using the white liquid that had oozed out as a lubricant.

He continued pumping himself underneath the blankets, smelling your scent and bringing him into a high. His legs trembled with each stroke, knowing that he’ll make a mess once again on the bed that you’d kindly given to him.

“S-Sorry… I can’t help it—” He chanted apologies and came into his hand, his cum splattering to his thighs. 

He needed to leave as soon as possible.

Unbeknownst to your guest, you too, were having a problem.

Your lip has been bruising with how many times you’ve been biting it.

You’re appreciative that you have a pretty temporary roommate like him, but he’d been driving you insane.

Like right now.

He’d been helping you out with dinners lately but with him being inexperienced, he tended to do things in a very questionable way. 

For example, having cream splatter directly on his cheek while he whipped a batch. Or, bending his body against the counter to reach the spatula that’s on the other side instead of just asking for it.

It had your mind going through things that it shouldn’t. Such as imagining the said guest on top of you, taking you in as he tries his best to please you, asking you whether he’s doing it right. And worse, that’s probably the tamest thing you could think of right now, the others you’ve daydreamed about are ten times worse.

Has his shorts ever been that short?

You didn’t want to take advantage of him, seeing as he would do whatever you asked no matter how weird they may be. 

You tried it once, asking him to fetch three blades of grass from the backyard and what do you know, he actually did it.

He seemed to think that he owed you, which isn’t really the case since you just wanted to help out.

What you wouldn’t give to see him gasping your name though.

“Hey, I never really asked this but would you like me to call you something?” You asked.

“Huh?” 

“Ah, well. I understand not telling me your real name but uh, I’d like to call you something like a nickname.”

“It’s up to you. I’d be fine with anything you give.”

You bit your lip again. He’s so sweet!

That being said, you didn’t know what you should call him. Wanderer, huh? Honey is a bit too much, Darling is too domestic, Sweetie seemed like you were pampering him…

Why were these nicknames all sounding like pet names for a lover?

“You said anything, right?” You reconfirmed.

He nodded.

“How about Doll, then?”

He stilled, a deep breath leaving his mouth. He seemed agitated. 

Did he not like it?

“I–Yes. That’s fine. Excuse me, I just have to get something in my room.”

He left before you could even apologize (for what?) or say a word.

That day, the rain stopped and you stopped seeing the wanderer ever since.

You tried to get it off your mind, spending time on your work or reading. 

It didn’t help. He’d disappeared and if it weren’t for your bruised lips, you’d think the whole thing was a long dream that you’d just woken out of.

You laid your back on the doorframe of his room. It wasn’t a guest room anymore, it was his now. Even if he’d never come back.

Wanderer walked and walked, trying to distract himself from you. 

The nickname hurt him and he didn’t know why. Was it because he was a puppet? He’d always been content with being one and if you had asked, he’d trusted you enough to the point that he’d tell you the truth.

Was there something he was forgetting? Something that he forgot which made him feel this hurt?

He stood outside of your house, his head leaning on the door, hand on the doorknob, when he heard a sultry voice talking.

Next, came the moaning and gasping. You were with someone else.

Get rid of them, they don’t deserve your touches. That should be for him, for his only.

His head ached.

He turned the knob slowly, walking towards your bedroom but stopped halfway through when he realized that you weren’t there.

You were in his room.

He sank to the floor, sitting there while he listened in.

“You seem aggressive.” The other voice said.

“Stop. Stop talking. Just lay there.” You replied.

“Really? How long is this going to last? All you’ve done is mark my neck and chest.”

Jealousy was all through his veins. Perhaps if he had never left, that could have been him in that bed instead of some random person.

He could hear you sigh disappointedly. 

“You won’t even kiss me on the lips. You haven’t stripped out of your clothes and it’s been an hour! I know I shouldn’t complain since I’m getting paid here but come on.”

“God, could you shut up?!” You yelled angrily.

Your voice brought shivers to the puppet. You had never gotten mad at him no matter what. Not when he broke the dishes while washing them, not when he accidentally messed up a recipe, not when he spaced out and stopped listening to your stories.

“I didn’t mean it. Doll, I—”

Silence filled the entire house. Not a word from you or the other person. Not a single breath out of the wanderer.

“Shit, I keep—” You stuttered with your words. 

“Can you just get out? Take the money with you.”

The person left without even noticing him to their left, in a hurry and understandably annoyed.

You didn’t think you’d get so desperate, hiring a person who could play his part. 

You thought you could get through it, maybe a fuck was something you needed to get it out of your system. You knew it wouldn’t work but you eventually gave in to your desires.

A shadowy figure loomed into your vision.

“I told you to get out.” 

“Are you alright?”

You brought your head up to see the wanderer looking at you with worry. Were you dreaming?

You stood up with shaking legs, running towards him to envelop him in a hug.

“You’re back.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

You frowned at him, why was he apologizing?

“What? I should be the one saying sorry, I brought someone else home and called you something you didn’t like.”

“Yes, but I overreacted.” He replied.

“It did trigger you, didn’t it?”

He nodded, overwhelmed with your warmth due to being out for so long.

“Yes. But I… don’t know why.” He said with his eyes on the ground, troubled.

“I see. We’ll figure it out.” You reassured him.

“We?” He said, surprised.

“Yes.”

You crashed your lips onto his, something that you’d thought of more than you should. Your hands were on his back while you pressed his body against yours tightly.

The sudden act brought the puppet flustered to a whole new level. 

“Can I ask something?” He said, gasping for air as he separated from you.

“Hm?”

“Can you mark me like what you did with that person earlier?”

“Anything for you, love.”

The wanderer felt as if there were tons of butterflies fluttering away in his stomach. Love? 

Him? Really?

His face is pressed onto the pillows, his ass up for you, as your finger slips inside of his hole so smoothly that you’d think this isn’t the first time that he’s doing it with someone else.

He moaned loudly, fingers gripping the sheets and cum dripping onto them.

He still could feel the bruising on his chest all the way to his neck, there was more and deeper than what you did to your invited guest earlier, obviously wanting to prove to him that it’d never happen again, that it would only be him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Each day with you drove me positively insane.” You told him.

He cried your name, feeling another finger penetrating his walls.

“M-Me too. I’ve thought about it a bunch of times.”

You hummed pleased, removing the fingers that let out a whine from his throat. 

You flipped him over, wanting to see his perfect face, and spread his thighs away from each other.

“Can you show me? Can you show me what you do while you think about it?”

He nodded, red coloring his cheeks.

He took his right hand and started from the base of his cock, stroking it but not all the way through, leaving his own tip unsatisfied. The whole scene already had him trembling, he wanted to look away from your eyes but at the same time, he was relishing from the attention.

“Hnn—Ah~” He breathed out your name, continuing to fuck himself with his hand.

“How many times have you done this?” You questioned.

It took him a while to answer, his head mostly focusing on only the pleasure and ignoring everything else.

“A-A lot. I clean the sheets before you wake up so you don’t notice.”

“Ah, such a good boy, aren’t you?”

He whimpered from the praise, a spray of his cum coming out hastily.

“That won’t do, though. I’m kicking you out of this room.” You said, giving his thigh a pinch, his cock twitching for release.

“You’re staying in my room now. If you want to jack off, you’ll be doing it in front of me just like this…Or, there’s always the other option.” 

“W-What?” 

“You could always ask me to help you out.”

He sobbed out a pathetic noise as he finally reached his orgasm. The bed sheets were already ruined and you haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.

His attention is brought back once he heard you unbuckle his belt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my cock, the same number of times you orgasmed in here alone.”

“Okay.” He answered, awaiting what it would be like to finally have you inside of him.

Wanderer choked on his own breath when you first penetrated him, it was much different from your fingers. He felt so full of you, each time you thrust in and out of him had his toes curling from pleasure.

He continued whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks while you held onto his slim waist, pumping him of your length.

His first orgasm from your cock is abrupt, too quick for even him to register it as you didn’t even stop, continuing to pound even deeper and rougher. His cock limped as it juiced out his cum.

It didn’t last long as with one specific hit to his prostate, Wanderer squeaked out an embarrassing noise, his cock hard once again.

“I’m going to ruin you, love.”

“Please do—Hah~”

His body felt lifeless, thighs too tired to even shake even if they wanted to. Your hands doing all the work, whether to switch his position, or make him face you as you fucked him just to see the faces that he would make, high on the pleasure.

Perhaps it was due to his anatomy that it wasn’t hurting, though he supposed that didn’t sound too bad either.

He blushed from his own thoughts, they had been bothering him since earlier. Where were these coming from?

“Do you need me to stop?” You asked him.

“No, keep going.”

His legs were in the air, carried by you, pushing even deeper into him despite that sounding impossible. 

Wanderer teared up again feeling his next orgasm coming, he didn’t even know if he’d be able to cum, already milked out dry.

“Hnghh!” He whined out, proven wrong when you used your other hand, palming his tip.

He came for the last time, exhausted and empty as you pulled out. 

“Should we take a bath together?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go there.” He panted, laughing at his situation.

He was covered with his own excretions and yet he looked just as lovely.

“Nonsense! I’ll carry you!”

“Alright then, love.” He returned the nickname, tugging at your heart and bringing you to a smile.

You two did spend more time in the bath than you expected though.

Oops.

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Healing

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

This one went in a different direction than originally planned ngl. There isn't a lot of smut but I like how I ended it...

The final part of the Six Month universe Part 1 - Six Months Part 2 - The Night When It Went Wrong Part 3 - The Aftermath Part 4 - Two Months

MDNI 18+

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide the pleasure you felt when Carmy finally erupted inside of you. Carmy’s whimpered moans filled your ear as he nipped at your jaw the way he knew you loved. You sighed as you let your fingers run down Carmy’s toned back. 

When Carmy pulled out, you felt his ejaculation ooze out of you, and regret washed over you. You should have just walked down the hall to your room and pretended you never saw him jacking off with your underwear while he watched a video of the two of you hooking up. You watched him lay next to you and catch his breath before rolling on his side to face you. You reluctantly copied the move and stared at him. 

Carmy gently pushed your bangs away from your face before planting his hand on your cheek. You bit your lip, trying to hide the soft smile on your face. He grinned and took a shallow breath before admitting, “I’m going to work my ass off every day for the rest of my life to prove how sorry I am.”

You nodded in response and moved closer to him. Carmy’s hand left your face, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “I love you, baby,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he snuggled you as closely as humanly possible. You nervously swallowed, “Carmy… I don’t think I’m there yet…” you felt his body shift below you. “O-okay.” he stuttered, “Can-n you lay with me a little longer?” 

“Of course, Carm.”

~

“Mia, I need you to eat your breakfast,” you sternly explained as Mia threw pieces of egg on the floor. “Baby girl, come on.” You sighed as you crouched in front of her high chair before taking the fork from her hand. She wiggled, trying to get away from you as you stabbed the sliced banana in front of her. “Mia, let’s have a good morning that starts with a good breakfast.” 

“Are you trying to bargain with our ten-month-old?” Carmy laughed as he stood in the kitchen doorway. You rolled your eyes and stood up, “You try. She’s bein’ so fussy this morning.” Carmy shook his head and went up to her. Mia’s hands immediately started grabbing in his direction, “I swear, I carried you for nine months. 22 hours of labor, and a c-section, only for you to love him more than me… you’re lucky you’re cute.” you playfully teased Mia before planting a kiss on her chubby cheek. Her giggles lit up the room as Carmy pulled a chair beside her, “Okay, princess, let’s eat.” 

As you ate your breakfast, you watched Carmy feed Mia. Something was different about him. You leaned back against the counter and really looked at him. He wore one of his slightly too-tight T-shirts and a pair of black jeans with the same gold chain he’d worn every day. As you scanned his body, you saw it: He was wearing his wedding ring. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him wear it. Something about it made you feel uneasy.

~

“Hey, Carmy… when you get home tonight, do you think we can talk about some stuff?” you asked as you adjusted Mia on your hip. Carmy looked at you like a deer in the headlights and hesitantly nodded as he picked up his backpack from the ground. “It’s nothing bad… just about last night and some other stuff,”  you explained, hoping to alleviate some of his anxiety. Carmy nodded again and slung his bag over his shoulder. He stepped forward and kissed Mia’s head before playfully punching your arm, “Bye, girls…” he grinned before ducking out of the house for the day.

Carmy drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel of his car as he sat in traffic on his way to work. What did you want to talk about? Last night was everything he wanted. The two of you had sex for the first time in almost a year, the two of you slept in the same bed for the first time in months, and for a minute, Carmy had everything he’d wanted. He should have deleted Selena’s number when he got in the car that day. You were going to leave him; that’s what it had to be.

Throughout the day, Carmy was distracted. He was thinking about the conversation the two of you were having that night. He should prepare a speech. Should he buy you flowers? If he left early, he could stop at your favorite bakery and pick you up a sweet treat. Prep, family, and dinner service were a blur. He heard people talking to him, but none of what they said made sense; it was like he was back in school. Everything was going in one ear and out the other. He just needed to get home.

When Carmy walked into the house that night, he felt his heart rate accelerate. He quietly pushed his jacket off and stepped out of his shoes before walking back to your bedroom. You sat in bed doing something on your computer. Carmy sighed before making his presence known. He saw you sitting in the middle of the bed with your hair wrapped up in a microfiber towel, your face shiny from skin care products, and your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. “Hey baby.” he weakly grinned as he approached the bed. You grinned at him and closed your computer, “Hey Carm.”

“Still wanna talk?” Carmy asked as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets. You patted the mattress beside you and watched as Carmy pulled his hands from his pocket and sat on the edge of the mattress. “Carmy, I want-” You were cut off by Carmy standing up and pacing the space between the bed and closet door. He pushed his hands through his hair, took a deep breath, and looked at you with his fingers still tangled in his hair. “Baby. You can’t leave me. I know I fucked up, but please give me a second chance-”

“Carmy! I wanna go to couple’s counseling.”

~

“I understand that you didn’t have sex with that grocery store whore, but you went to her house with the intention to. And that’s what I’m hung up on.” you calmly explained as you watched Carmy sit back on the ugly cranberry couch in the therapist's office. The two of you had been going to therapy for a little over a month at this point, and while a dialogue was created, he just didn’t understand why you couldn’t move past it.

“How does that make you feel, Carmen?” the therapist questioned as they fidgetted with a pen.

“I’m confused. You kicked me out for like two months, contemplated divorcing me, and then you let me come home and sleep with me, but you’re still ‘not there’ when I tell you I love you. We’re spending a lot of time together as a family, but when I try to hang out with just you- you get weird. Like last night, I sat next to you on the couch and you got up because you ‘had to check on a rendering video’; then you didn’t come back. You act like nothings wrong around Mia or family, but when we’re alone, it’s like you’re in a different universe. Look, I know I fucked up. I just want to know what I need to do to make it right between us. I get we can’t go back to exactly what we had, but do you even like me anymore?” Carmy looked at you while on the verge of tears. 

“Y/N, is there anything you want to say?”

“Carmy, I care about you so much and value our relationship, but right now, I’m just frustrated. I would never cheat on you, and the only reason you didn’t cheat on me was because you ‘couldn’t get hard’... I just- I don’t know what I need from you right now. I really appreciate you agreeing to this, and you’re a wonderful father, but I just don’t know.” you explained as you picked at the hole in your jeans. 

~

Carmy opened the passenger’s door for you, and you quickly slipped into his car. He walked around and slipped in the driver’s seat, “We should start planning Mia’s birthday party.” you brought up as he turned on the car. Carmy nodded in agreement as you grabbed your phone from your purse, “I have a couple of Pinterest boards for party inspo. Since she’s not gonna remember it, we don’t have to go all out, but I like the idea of doing ‘My Berry First’ birthday party since my baby shower was also kinda fruity themed-”

“You don’t like me anymore.” Carmy spat, cutting you off midsentence. “What?” Surprised by his statement, you put your phone down and looked at him. He sighed and pulled over into a 7/11 parking lot. You watched as he tilted his head back and stared at the car's roof before slowly blinking. “Baby. Do you like me? Do you actually want to spend time with me? The only thing we do together anymore is go to couples counseling. You never want to go out to dinner or run errands together- the only time I fuckin’ see you is when we’re doing something with Mia. You say you love me and want to reconcile, but you don’t like me.” Carmy rubbed the back of his neck before glancing in your direction. 

You’d turned in your seat, bringing your left leg up to the seat awkwardly sitting on it, “Carmen… I just- I don’t know. I like you, and I love our family, but it’s just hard.” you began to explain. “Listen, Carmen, I don’t want to divorce you. There’s just this tension- I don’t know how to explain it to you. I look at you and see the man I’ve been with for, like, what, seven years? But then I start thinking about you and that fucking whore. I think about how you didn’t tell her you were married. I think about her kissing you and touching you- it makes me wanna fuckin’ puke.” 

You took a deep breath before continuing, “Carmy, I like you. I’m just- not there yet….”

~

“Hey, I’m gonna go to bed,” you said, poking your head into the living room. Carmy nodded without looking up at you, “Night.” he said as he flipped to a different channel on the TV. You stood against the doorway and watched as he stared at the screen lifelessly. With a sigh, you walked into the living room and stood beside Carmy. He was unphased; you needed to up the antics. You stepped closer and swiftly straddled Carmy’s hips, which thankfully got his attention. Carmy swallowed when you put a hand on his collarbone, “Hey.” you halfheartedly grinned. 

Carmy took swallow breaths as he stared up at you. He allowed himself to rest his palms on your hips before fanning his fingers out to grab the fat of your ass, “I’m not really in the mood, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him, “I swear Carmy… I like you. If I didn’t, I woulda never come up to you at that bar. I wouldn’t have agreed to be exclusive. I wouldn’t have moved into that shitty apartment you had. I wouldn’t have given up that job opportunity in California. I wouldn’t have married you or had your baby. I like you as a person, partner, father to my child…. Let’s spend some time together.” 

~

You rubbed your lips together after applying a layer of pink-tinted lip oil. Your hair and makeup were as good as it was going to get. After slipping on a red barely long enough to cover your butt dress and a pair of black platform boots, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the bottom of your dress and grabbed a slightly oversized light-wash denim jacket along with your bag, “Let’s fuckin go.” you said as you walked out of the bedroom.

Carmy was in the kitchen with Mia on his hip. She had a fist full of his tank top in one hand and one of her stuffed animals in the other. When he heard the dryer go off, Carmy gently put her down, “Race ya?” he asked, hoping to tire her out enough for Donna to keep up with her. Mia plopped on the floor and stared up at him, disinterested in doing anything to make his morning easier. Carmy laughed and walked to the laundry room just off the kitchen. He grabbed a short-sleeved button-up shirt and slipped it on before throwing the rest of the clean clothes in a laundry basket. He felt nervous. It was silly, though- it’s not like he’d never had a date with you. He took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen to see Mia playing with Tupperware; he shook his head and swiftly scooped her off the floor. Mia dropped the container on the floor and grabbed at Carmy’s ear.

“You look pretty,” Carmy said as you sat in the passenger’s seat of his car after strapping Mia into her car seat. You smiled and pushed your bangs back, “You noticed…” you teased. Carmy chuckled as started backing out of the driveway. He put his right hand against your seat as he looked over his shoulder. You held your breath when you noticed his jugular bulge from his neck. 

You were looking out the window when you felt Carmy reach over to your lap, you glance down to see him intertwine his fingers with yours. A blush came to your cheeks as he squeezed your hand softly, you bit your lip and rubbed your index finger between his knuckles.

Dropping Mia off at Donna’s always made you nervous; she’d changed since Natalie had started having kids, but you were haunted by her drunken rants criticizing Carmy for being with you and how you must have only been after his money. You laughed to yourself as you watched Carmy walk Mia into the house. She grabbed in your direction, her adorable little smile shining past the shield of her pacifier. You waved back before Carmy entered the house. 

He came back to the car and pulled his phone out of his pocket to connect to the car’s bluetooth, “Where are we going on our date afternoon?” you asked as you nudged his shoulder. Carmy grinned at his phone as he scrolled through his Spotify playlist looking for a song to play, “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” he hit play on his phone and pulled away from the curb.

~

A couple of donuts and a walk through the park led you and Carmy to a secluded bench by a pond. “Have we brought Mia here?” you asked, unsure of the familiarity of your surroundings. Carmy nodded, “Sorta—you were pregnant with her.” 

You smiled and scooted closer to him, snaking an arm around his waist. Carmy smiled and threw an arm over your shoulders. “It’s weird. We have a one-year-old. It feels like I was pregnant with her yesterday.” 

“It is. If you could change anything—aside from the obvious—what would you pick?” Carmy asked into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You thought momentarily, “Well, besides the obvious, I don’t think I’d change anything. We have a pretty cool kid.”

Carmy rubbed your bicep as the two of you watched ducks swim in the pond. Carmy brought his free hand to your chin, pushed it up with his index finger, and brought his lips down to yours. Before the two of you could kiss, he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you, baby?”

Instead of answering, you pressed your lips to his. He kissed back immediately and pulled you closer to him. You cupped his face in your hands as Carmy pulled you onto his lap; your stomach fluttered as Carmy’s grip tightened. As you separated your lips to allow your tongue to slip into Carmy’s mouth, you felt his phone vibrate against your hip. Carmy wanted to ignore the call and risk getting caught for indecent exposure, but when you reluctantly pulled away, he fished his phone out of his pocket and saw Donna’s name flashing across the screen. “Looks like Grandma Donna is at her Mia limit.” he chuckled and answered to have his assumptions confirmed by an overwhelmed Donna and a crying Mia in the background. 

You got up from Carmy’s lap and smoothed down the back of your dress. He swallowed when he saw a peak of your butt cheek as you stood up. “We’re on our way, Ma.” he quickly said into the phone, cutting Donna off mid-sentence before hanging up.

 “We can pick up where we left off later,” you say, biting your lip. Taking Carmy’s hand in yours, you trek back to the car and retrieve an overstimulated Mia from Grandma Donna’s house. By the time the two of you had gotten her to calm down and eat, the mood was gone, but Carmy had promised to make it up to you the following weekend.

~

“Dam, I thought the view from behind was good, but it’s even better up here.” some Andrew Tate-looking man greeted you. You internally cringed as you noticed how he looked at you like a piece of meat. You rolled your eyes and waited for the bartender to finish the drinks you’d ordered. “Can’t even get a hello?” the man questioned you, stepping forward. You scoffed, “I don’t owe you shit- maybe my husband’ll say hello to you.”

“I don’t see a husband anywhere. Don’t play so hard to get a sexy girl. Why don’t you come back to my booth?” His slimy offer disgusted you. You shook your head and slipped the bartender a $20 before taking your drinks back to the small window table you and Carmy had been sitting at. Carmy was outside on the phone dealing with some issue down at the restaurant; he shot you an apologetic smile.

While Carmy was wrapping up his phone call, the man from the bar strode up to the table to convince you to go back to his booth. You weren’t having any of it. “Where’s that husband of yours?” he questioned, sitting where Carmy had been moments prior. You gestured outside; Carmy had his back to the window as he listened to Richie’s nonsensical problem.

“That guy? The one on the phone who’s not even looking at you? I don’t believe you, sweetheart.” he purred as he relaxed into the chair opposite of you. You rolled your eyes and held your left hand up, you wiggled your ring finger; “Say that to the ring on my finger.”

“Come on, baby girl. I just bought a bottle of 925 Diamante Ley. Do one shot with me, and then you can decide if you want to come back to your ‘husband’ or not.” as he reached out to touch your bicep, Carmy cleared his throat. You looked up at him, immediately relieved. The guy looked over his shoulder, and Carmy glared at him, “Get a fuckin’ clue asshole. This is my wife and the mother of my child. Fuck off before I need to make you fuck off.” 

The man looked Carmy up and down before shifting his attention back to you, “Oh hell fuckin’ no. Don’t need that nasty stretched out-” he was cut off by Carmy shoving the guy out of his chair. “Don’t fuckin’ dare finish that dam sentence. She’s a fuckin’ angel, and you should even be allowed in the same room as her.” Carmy spat as the guy stumbled back to his feet. “Yeah, whatever, man- she’s not even that hot.” he scoffed as he pushed past Carmy. You reached out to grab Carmy’s hand as the man walked out of earshot, “He’s not worth it, Carm.” you spoke softly as you squeezed his hand in yours, “Can we just get out of here?” 

Carmy looked back at you, nodded, and pulled you to his side. As the two of you walked out of the bar, you couldn’t help but notice the scuzzball trying to get another table of girls to come back to his booth. You rolled your eyes and wrapped an arm around Carmy’s waist as he directed the two of you back to the car, “Fuck that dude.” Carmy mumbled as he closed your door after you’d gotten into the passenger’s side.

“You know your pussy isn’t ‘stretched out’ or ‘nasty’ right?” Carmy asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you on the drive home. You nodded, “I know Carmy.” 

When Carmy parked in the driveway, he turned his head to look at you. He put a hand on your thigh and squeezed gently. You placed your hand on his and sighed softly before asking, “Do you wanna take a shower with me?” 

Carmy laughed, “Baby, if I ever say no to that question, have me committed.” You rolled your eyes and opened the car door. As you walked to the front door, Carmy was hot on your heels. Before you could open the door, Carmy wrapped his arms around your waist. You put your head back against his shoulder, “Pay the sitter… I’ll start the shower.” 

Carmy nodded and kissed your cheek before dropping his arms, allowing you to open the front door. You quickly walked down the hall, quickly poking your head into Mia’s bedroom before heading back into the master bedroom. Carmy stared at your ass as you walked away. He sucked in a breath and went into the kitchen to see the babysitter sitting at the kitchen island reading out of a beat-up history book, “Hi, Mr.Berzatto. Mia was a little fussy, but I got her down.” she began to explain. Carmy nodded, not really absorbing anything she’d said. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out to Venmo her for the night. “Thanks, kid- Y/N or I’ll call you next time we need you.”

You stood in the bathroom in your underwear, waiting for the shower to heat up and for Carmy to join you. Carmy locked the front door and grabbed the baby monitor from the kitchen counter before barreling down the hallway. When he got to the door to the master bedroom, he took a breath and slowed down so he wouldn’t come off as overly desperate. Walking into the bedroom, he put the baby monitor on your dresser before kicking his shoes off and stripping to his underwear. As he walked to the askew bathroom door, he ran his tongue over his teeth when he noticed you looking at your reflection in the mirror. He noticed you pulling at the skin on your stomach with a frown. Carmy huffed and softly opened the door more. You looked over at him as he stepped further into the bathroom. His hands found your hips and lifted you onto the counter, “So fuckin’ sexy, baby…” Carmy muttered as his lips crashed onto yours. You were taken by surprise but allowed Carmy to wedge himself between your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Carm- showers on…” you manage to get out after pushing his chest away from you. Begrudgingly, he stepped away and pulled the shower curtain open. “Oh god, you’re trying to boil us alive.” Carmy laughed as he pulled his hand away from the water. You rolled your eyes before hopping off the counter. After removing your bra and underwear you stepped into the shower. Carmy pushed his boxers down and joined you after turning the heat down. 

~

“Can you sleep in here Carmy?” Carmy’s heart stopped as the words left your mouth. He nodded softly trying his hardest to not come off as desperate. You saw through it immediately and playfully nudged his shoulder as you walked past him into the bedroom. Carmy looked in the mirror and pushed his wet hair back with his hands, a goofy grin was plastered on his face at the realization that he’d managed to get back on your good side. 

When Carmy joined you in bed you immediately scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I missed this…” you mumbled into his chest as you snuggled closer to him. Carmy chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I missed this more, baby,” he responded as he pulled you onto his hips. “I love you. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but hurting you was the worst,” he said as he held you. “I’m never going to hurt you like that again.” 

You nodded and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Staring down at him, you saw the Carmy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. “You’re not gonna get a third chance, Berzatto. Fuck up again. I’m cutting your dick off.” you threatened, much to his amusement. He shook his head, chuckling, “I won’t need a third chance, baby.”

“Good. I love you, Carmen. Don’t make me look like a fool again.”

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #the bear #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmy smut #carmy berzatto smut #the bear fic #the bear fan fiction

[spooklies]

# Settle (18+) - Yan!Leon x F!Reader

♡ ... › Tonight was different from the other restless nights he’s had so far.

— Words - 800+

♡ ... › Warning(s) - Somnophilia. Reader doesn't know Leon is doing this. Leon a freak in this one ngl.

Leon had woken up that night with sweat covering his body and his chest rising in an up and down pattern. He fisted the front of his shirt into a ball and turned his head on the pillow so he was facing you and upon seeing that you were still there and that you hadn’t gone anywhere his muscles relaxed and he was able to take in bigger swallows of air. 

This routine of waking up at night and then being unable to go back to sleep had started about a week ago and as the days progressed it was gradually getting worse with tonight reaching new feats. He’d never woken up as sweaty or restless as he is now but now that he had he knew it wouldn’t be possible to just shut his eyes and fall back into a dreamless slumber. The soft hum of the fan mixed with the soft breaths of air you took and he noted that it made you appear smaller than you were – peacefully and blissfully unaware of your boyfriend’s disheveled state. He knows that if he stared for too long you’d grow shy and get embarrassed. But when you were like this, unconscious and at your most relaxed state, he was free to stare as long as he pleased – eagerly taking in every detail of your face like he’s done every night his sleep went interrupted.

But he knows he should at least attempt to go back to sleep. Waking up later in the day never made him feel good, especially after getting used to waking up at the crack of dawn when he was training under the government. Leon exhaled out his nose and wrapped an arm around your waist and then pulled you closer. You made a quiet noise at his embrace and turned the other way so your back was facing him instead. Leon was worried momentarily that he had possibly disturbed your slumber until you pressed your ass against his crotch and shifted in a way to indicate you were getting comfortable. It was like you were drilling yourself onto him. The muscles in Leon’s arms strained as he withheld himself from moving, the sweat that dripped down the sides of his face growing colder with each passing minute. He knows you weren’t trying to purposely turn him on but now that you had Leon was now rapidly growing restless in an entirely different kind of way. 

His arm which was still around your waist as gently as it could pulled you further toward his chest so you were also pressed more firmly against his crotch. Leon’s breath hitched when his lower half was fully encompassed by the heat of your body and without initially meaning to his hips moved against his will and rutted against your ass shamelessly a few times before finding that momentum he eased into. At this point he was moving on instinct, every fiber of his being flaring up with lust and urging his body to keep at that same pace that made his cock ache for more. The further this went on the more desperate Leon grew, a whimper slipped past his lips that had his heart beating even faster.

He didn’t want to wake you up, he doesn’t know how you would react to seeing him this way. Would you shove him away? Yell at him? Call him names? Or maybe, just maybe, you’d help him with this situation you caused. Just imagining it forced Leon to take the collar of his shirt and tuck it between his teeth so the noises he could no longer contain weren’t so loud. God, he loved you. You wouldn’t be mad, no, you were never mad at him for long because he was your good boy. He loved it when you called him that, it made his stomach coil with heat and his fingers twitch with the urge to grab you and never let go. You were perfect. You were amazing–

Leon’s hand drifted down to your plush hips and eagerly grabbed onto them so his thrusts weren’t as sloppy and instead more controlled. It didn’t take too long after that, his balls hot and heavy and straining the moment he imagined you waking up and seeing what you did to him – what you made him do. He wanted you to wake up at this point, to see him pathetically humping your clothed ass and reaching his climax from that alone and how much of a mess he made inside his boxer briefs. 

He bit down harder into his shirt, saliva darkening the front half as he drooled all over himself and his clothes. His cock twitched a few more times as he finished emptying his balls, his shirt falling from his mouth with a soft gasp and leaving a trail of saliva as it dropped back onto his chest. You didn’t wake up despite everything he’d just done and at that, he felt relieved. But perhaps another night he won’t be as lucky.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere Leon Kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x reader

[ftm-udders]

I wish I was a tentacle monster sometimes, that way I could use cute boycunts like yours <3 aww, you can almost take your tentacle toy? I bet you'd look even better with a few of my tentacles stretching out each of your holes! Nice and impossibly deep in you, groping you and filling you up with my eggs

goddd please stretch out my holes with your tentacles, fuck and ruin them until they're constantly gaping. i'd look so cute with my face flushed while a few dozen tentacles violate my holes, my belly bulging with the tentacles working me open~

and once i'm all good and stretched out for you you force your ovipositor deep inside of me, shoving its way past my cervix and straight into my womb. i feel a bulge at my entrance and pathetically try to clench my ruined hole around it as it stretches my hole even wider until my greedy boycunt eventually swallows it and you can fuck it further and further into me, before depositing it in my womb. i'm panting with the effort of being stretched so wide, along with the new weight inside me, but my pants quickly turn to moans as more eggs begin forcing their way through me

by the time you're done with me, i've long since lost count of how many eggs have been fucked into me, and my belly bulges out with your offspring making me look 7 months pregnant. i can barely move from how good it feels to be filled with your eggs, and my holes are so stretched that you have to keep me constantly filled with your tentacles so the eggs don't fall out before they're ready. but just because i'm already full of eggs doesn't mean you can't have fun, i have other holes after all~

(ngl this took way longer to respond to than it should have bc i kept stopping to ride my dildo lmao. also tysm anon that ask made me so wet. hmu if you want i need a tentacle monster in my life <3)

#ftm nsft #ftm sub #nb nsft #nb sub #tentacles nsft #ovi #ovipos #eggpreg #ovi kink #ovipositor #cervix penetration #send dirty asks #send dirty messages #send dirty dms #asks #anon

[gwojo]

Nanami Kento as ur bf

FEATURING: Nanami Kento (七海建人)

nanami kento x gn!reader, fluff, slight angst if u squint, things he'd do for u if u were together! wordcount: 995

Nanami is a very practical person and a very serious one at most to the point its funny, he isn't a big tease unlike gojo but he's very serious when it comes to love, he's a "date to marry" typa guy.

He scrolled through dating apps (which gojo recommended him) countless of times and just scoffed at himself thinking it was really stupid not until he saw you on his screen (you were just trying it out for laughs and giggles with ur friends) and you guys matched!

Let's just say you both went on dates, the first date was awkward but it had a hint of sweetness along the way, nanami is a very gentle but sweet guy, at first you didn't think it would work but then he messaged you saying that you guys would schedule another date (bro you couldn't sleep that whole night)

He had sharp masculine features and he was so gentleman coded, he's regarded as the MOST gentleman in jjk

You guys ended up dating, who would've guessed?! it kinda took longer than most dates you've ever had (hardly about 6 months) but all the meets up and dates were worth it, nanami fell for you.

We al know he's a busy man, so strict with the time and HATES working overtime (mainly because he has a scheduled time of 1 or 2 hours with you since u guys haven't started living together)

After that problem, you guys started living together! so he could always come home with you cooking dinner for the both of you so he could sneak up and hold your waist while mumbling a soft "hey sweetheart" (he suggested the idea of living together since u always had trouble getting inside his apartment door)

Call names were frequent and rarely your name was called by him, only when he had to tell you something serious. He mostly calls you "Sweetheart, darling, love"

He has very dry humor ngl.. and he rarely isn't teasing you, he's so dry humored to the point its so funny for you. You asked him once if he'd love you even if you were a worm, he ended up staring at you in disbelief and seriously asked "what do you mean, love?" and you couldn't help but burst out laughing bc of his confused face. At rare occasions he joins you whenever you're teasing him when he actually understands that you're joking or just either takes it seriously and his confused stare or gaze makes u laugh a lot

His favorite part about you is your smile, voice, and laugh (actually let's just say everything)

He's very protective towards you and he recently found out that you started working on a bakery café he always went to before he starts his day, nanami softly told you that you should stop working there because he'd be the one who's gonna take care the both of you financially.

You politely declined because you weren't working for money but to serve others and bring a smile to their faces even if it's just a simple coffee or a pastry given to him, he ended up agreeing and lets you be because he loves u so much and respects your decision when he heard you out. (he ended up going there everyday ordering a single piece of pastry each day which lasted ab 1-2 months)

When he ordered the last piece of pastry that had ever existed in that bakery café, you teased him saying "this will be the last pastry you'll ever order!" while you gave him a devious grin as he just smiled at you

The next day.. you didn't expect him to start ordering every drink in the shop each day.. (which lasted another month or so)

You eventually got fired because someone blamed you for spilling the drinks you were handing out to them and led to a big commotion throughout the place. You ended up crying the way home and when he saw you crying in your front doorstep, he immediately reached out for you and held you tight while whispering lovely things in your ears.

Let's just say he went to the bakery the next day and insisted to talk to the manager and talked it out that it wasn't your fault and defended you. (he won the argument and u guys ended up trying the new bakery next door and u started working there too <3)

Text messages are constant when he's overseas, he's also a very call guy rather than a text guy because he also likes hearing your voice bc it reassures him that you're still there for him (he reminds you everyday to eat and to do the things that you love)

He wont admit to the feeling of being jealous or upset, and its hard to let you know ab the way he feels bc of his poker face but the more you spend time with him, you realize the way his lips crack into a slight pout when he's sad or a slight curve when he's happy around you

He always has pictures of you on his phone whenever you guys go out, mostly picnic dates or just Paris dates yk yk?

He isn't very picky but he's very suggestive at things you wear (not in a way where he'll stop you w/ wearing what you want bc THAT MAN can fight for you) but he suggest things that look good better on you and you agree with him. He also respects you a lot as a person and he suggests in a calm and reassuring tone as he tries to understand when he doesn't, he's a very matured person and he knows how to be composed.

he loves walking at night time with you, or at bridges with just beautiful lights shining on you both while he puts his hand on your waist as you both look up at the street lights.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading.

— © gwojo 2023. pls i advise u not to share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

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[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. ( mick schumacher )

✧.* pairings ─ mick schumacher x fem! bsf! reader

✧.* genre ─ headcanons ⨾ fluff

✧.* summary ─ dating mick schumacher headcanons with the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

✧.* warnings ─ none, just fluff <3

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this took me way too long but was a lot of fun to make ngl. requests are open so please request ily mwah

∿ your trope would definitely be childhood best friends to lovers! (he just screams that trope, no criticism allowed)

∿ you may have met through your mothers who became friends and one day decided to bring their children with them.

∿ he was so shy at first, but he became so much more extroverted with you over time.

∿ the two of you did everything together and were basically attached to the hip.

∿ he was always too nervous to do certain things on his own so you came along with him or did it for him (now it's the other way around lol).

∿ you were at every one of his go-kart races, always supporting him and cheering the loudest.

∿ you always ran to him when he won a race and practically threw him to the ground with a big hug.

∿ your parents always said how cute you would look as a couple, but you two always stressed that you were just friends.

∿ growing up, you were there for every milestone Mick reached in his career, still cheering him on from the sidelines like you did as a kid.

∿ you were so proud of him when he won the formula 2 championship in 2020 and proudly told everyone that your best friend was Mick Schumacher.

∿ you both went through it all together. wether you laughed together in the best of times or cried together in the worst of times, he was your rock, and you were his.

∿ even though you were just friends, you were constantly mistaken for a couple, and you two always had to clarify with an embarrassed chuckle that you were best friends.

∿ but just as his career had shifted into something bigger over the years, so did your feelings for him.

∿ casual displays of affection were suddenly not so casual anymore.

∿ sharing a bed together because “we've always done it that way” suddenly made your heart beat ten times faster than when you were a kid.

∿ friendly looks had turned into longing ones over time.

∿ suddenly, you started to see him in a different light.

∿ you kept quiet about your growing feelings for him because you were embarrassed and thought they were one-sided. after all, you would rather be sad and unhappy than deal with the rejection that might have come from his lips.

∿ whenever you said “i love you” to each other, your heart ached because you thought Mick meant “just as a friend”.

∿ but little did you know that mick felt the same way, even longer than you did. he's always had a crush on you, but he was too nervous to tell you, just like you were.

∿ Mick missed you (more than best friends probably should) when you weren't there, for example at a race, because something important came up.

∿ he started hugging you a little longer and tighter than best friends did.

∿ he often admired your beauty and just stared at you in awe, while you thought he had simply zoned out (which happened quite a lot).

∿ he was always nervous when you complimented him, scratching his neck and avoiding eye contact while his cheeks flushed.

∿ or he smiled at you a little longer than usual after something you said.

"why are you still smiling?"

"hmm? what?"

∿ it's safe to say that you were both in love with each other, but too oblivious to notice that the other felt the same.

∿ after a million stolen glances and flushed cheeks, he finally confessed to you when you were both 22 (thank god, it was about damn time).

∿ he had been so nervous, but his mother had assured him the day before that you definitely felt the same way and he had nothing to worry about (even though you never told her about your feelings for Mick).

∿ the confession was super romantic. he told you to meet him at his house later that day and surprised you with a whole picnic setup in his backyard along with little lights decorating the scene. He had made you your favorite meal, and you both ate outside on the comfortable blanket in the warm summer evening. as the sun went down, he shyly confessed to you with a gentle smile adoring his face and pure love dancing in his blue eyes.

“i have loved you all my life” and “it’s always been you.” (sleeping on the highway tonight)

∿ after Mick and you got together, you found out that both your families had made several big bets about how long it would take for you to get together (his mother won).

∿ you later found out about the things she had told him the day before he had confessed, and you asked her how she knew.

“you knew about my feelings for Mick?”

“i think part of me always knew.”

“but i never told you...”

“you didn't have to.”

∿ now, two years later, you’re still dating your extremely taylor swift coded, golden retriever boyfriend who’s a literal sweetheart and does no wrong.

∿ Mick and you collectively decided that 'invisible string' by Taylor Swift is your song (he listens to it all the time and always has to think of you)

∿ you haven’t made your relationship public yet. many people know that you’ve been “just friends” all your lives, until now. you’re sometimes a little nervous about what the fans might say, but Mick is always quick to assure you.

“you're amazing, how could anyone not love you? and even if some don't, it's not your responsibility to make them.”

∿ he hugs you from behind and puts his chin on your head <33

∿ lying in bed and he just showers you with kisses :(

∿ sends you your favorite flowers!!

∿ forehead/temple/top of the head kisses>>> (he often says goodbye with a little peck on the lips or the forehead).

∿ you often comfort him after a bad race by holding him in your arms while he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

∿ he’s always checking on you, asking if you've eaten or how you’ve slept. he’s such an angel <3

∿ you had a stressful day? he’ll shower you in kisses and buy you your favorite candy so you have something to eat while you two watch a movie of your choice, all cuddled up while he rubs your back.

∿ after keeping your relationship a secret from the public for years, you finally feel confident enough to stop worrying about potential hate comments. you want to kiss Mick in public without fear of cameras being pointed at the two of you. so you decide to hard launch your relationship with an Instagram post.

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[i-starcreamed]

Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight. 

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means. 

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve. 

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.  

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore. 

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.” 

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable. 

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists. 

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems. 

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky. 

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning. 

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come. 

#mtmte #maccadam #transformers #transformers x reader #swerve x reader #mtmte swerve #mtmte x reader #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #ratchet x reader #mtmte ratchet #rodimus x reader #mtmte rodimus #lost light #angst #cybertronian reader #romantic headcanons #are these even considered HCs...i went too overboard I think

[xoxokaulitz]

can you do a jealousy smut with tom x reader?? smut to fluff pls?

JEALOUSY SEX W TOM

OMG OMG OMG MY FIRST REQUEST I LOVE YOU WHOEVER THIS IS!!

YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! And idk what kinks you wanted in here so I really didn’t put none but degrading and praising! No pacific pronouns can be seen as any gender!!

THIRD PERSONS POV

“Mm..so fucking tight..” Tom moaned as he abused Y/N’s hole. Tom gripped the sides of Y/N’s waist while Y/N gripped his arms. “S-Slow down..!” Y/N slurred as tom thrusted even faster. “Mmm..” Tom groaned while throwing his head back. Tom leaned down and gave Y/N a heated kiss, their body connecting. “It’s too much—“ Y/N cried. “It’s too much hm? You should take it, did you not remember how you made me purposely jealous earlier?” Tom smiled lazily as lust filled his eyes.

“M sorry! Tom..!” Y/N moaned as started to get louder with each thrust. “I just don’t see why your so jealous.” Y/N teased while smiling. “Oh really? Hm, that idiot was touching all over you and did you see the way he looked at y-you?” Tom’s voice cracked as you tightened around him. “Such a tight hole, only made for me..” Tom said as Y/N whined. “I’m gonna cum— oh my god, Tom!” Y/N whimpered while Tom went faster. “Cum for me baby, come on, you know no one will make you cum like I do!” Y/N came and Tom pulled out and came all over Y/N’s stomach.

“Are you alright meine liebe?” Tom asked and Y/N nodded. “Did I go too far?” Tom asked worriedly. Y/N didnt and only shook their head. “Words baby, I need words.” Tom said. “I’m fine, Tommy. And you didn’t go too far, it felt great.” Y/N replied and smiled and Tom smiled also. Tom got up and grabbed Y/N and walked to the bathroom.

“Im gonna clean you up now, I don’t want my baby to be all dirty.” Tom chuckled and sat you on the toilet while he turned on the bathtub. Tom picked you back up and put you in the tub and got some bubbles. “You know you don’t have to carry me, I can walk.” I giggled and then Tom poured the bubbles in the bath. “I know, but since my liebe did such a good job I just had to reward you.” Tom said as he kissed your forehead. He got in the tub with you and slowly washed the both of y’all.

Omg sorry if this was short 😭 smut is kinda awkward ngl but yk..and thank you so much for a request im sorry it took longer than expected! thank you for requesting im genuinely happy😭 also TYSM for the likes on my recent posts and 50 followers!! I love you guys<333

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[bittwitchy]

few things of note now that i finally found the whole pictures of 'steve's' office (from here for others like me who were unsure) i noticed that;

a: they took away his rabbit mail holder in the actual film

but they ALSO removed that second 'award' from the corner of his shelf to put that box there. the box was originally on his actual bookcase next to the other locked box (that looks slightly similar to the fn/af4 box, i'd say a little more so than the one they moved, but whatever. also if im reading it correctly, the sticket on the box says 'ports and film.' but it may also say 'file'. the first may also say 'porth' or 'porte', i'm dyslexic so its hard to tell, but 'ports and film' make the most sense to me. )

my assumption for the rabbit mail holder was it was too on the nose, maybe, and the rabbits foot is smaller and less likely to be noticeable so its smaller easter eggs. The lamp behind him and the chairs are also spring bonnie colored if you notice, which gives more subtle hints as to who he is (honestly the fans knew, a: s/cott leaked it to d/awko immediately after m/atthew signed the contract, and b: m/atthew kind of leaked it himself too lol)

they also changed positions of a few things here and there, noticeable here when in the movie the camera focuses on mike

they sort of swapped the position of the coffee table and moved the stuff behind the chairs to the side instead.

those big file cabinets also seem to have been moved completely. which as a nerd im super interested in. i believe they put the one award they moved the box for on the wall in the screencap above.

also, another little thing i noticed; the inside of his cup kind of looks like freddy's mouth

looks a little bit like a mouth, this is the best i could find in the movie itself but one of the games had an animatronics mouth look like that (I think this is more coincidence but its a cool coincidence)

also!!! the award they moved from the shelf to put the box there instead? we see it again later, when mike calls him to ask if the jobs still open.

its on his desk, no longer framed, unfortunately i cant read what it says though.

and heres some close ups (as good as i could) of 'steve's' office. mostly things with writing on them. i sharpened them as well as i could.

the now infamous participation award is front and center of course, but i do thing the 'certificate of regional social worker of the year' award should also be noticed, bc who let him--

the painting on the side of him, its like a road with a tree

labels for probably files from 97 and 98.

i'm pretty sure the 099111 were numbers found on scotts website or a 'glitch' in one of the games at one point iirc. i remember the numbers from something.

i believe the one box says like, 145-176 or something. earlier i thought it said 1995-1996 but sharpening it i think it looks more three digit number to me.

cant' really read any of it ngl

honestly i think sharpnening it might have made it even harder to read but i couldnt make it out either way.

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[pluto-00]

Rainy Day

gojo x black fem reader!

warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint, gojo and reader are in their mid 20’s, gojo is a sorcerer, reader is also a sorcerer, over-worked gojo, gojo being a little clingy, black fem reader, very short.

a/n: gojo brainrot. I just miss him a lot ngl.

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The rain ran against the roof and windowsill as you slept. While the rain outside was harsh, making the inside of the apartment was cozy. Soon condensation would start to build up on the windows but for now, rain droplets remained in their place. It was getting colder outside; so you kept the temperature around 77°F (25°C), making the house relatively warm inside.

Prompting you to turn over in your sleep, feeling the hard contrast between the warmth of your body and the cold side where Gojo usually slept. You opened your eyes for a moment, but only a moment as you closed them again.

‘Right, Satoru had a mission last minute.’ You reminded yourself as you flipped back to your original spot. Your eyes fluttered back open again,“He should’ve been back by now..” You mumbled tiredly, while mindlessly reaching out for your phone and sliding up to see the time.

‘7:04 am’ A sigh left your two-toned lips as you read the time, before putting the phone back on the stand and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The heavy rain made itself very apparent as you looked out the window. The rain in the street was almost reaching the side walk.

‘It’s still early..I should go back to bed.”

And with that, you fixed your bonnet properly over your head and laid your head back on the pillow to calm your worries.

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It was still raining as he tracked his aching feet into the house. He slipped off his wet shoes, and fixed them by the door. He was exhausted, in-dire need of a warm bath and some sleep. He peeked into the shared bedroom, checking if you were up yet.

You were fast asleep in bed, at least that’s what it looked like to Satoru when he opened the door. A soft smile played on his pale pink lipslooked at your sleeping figure, before closing the door and heading to the shower.

He absolutely adored you when as you slept. The way the light from the lamp shined on your brown skin, the way you looked so peaceful compared to your blunt nature.

He left the bedroom, hobbling over to the bathroom. Leaning on the wall as he lifted up his shirt, seeing some bruises he got while fighting. “Thought it would be worse..” He thought to himself, as he let his legs sink into the bath tub. He leaned back against the tub, trying to relax and think of something better.

With the constant pressure from higher-ups, the dangerous missions he goes on, and task constantly being shoved to him left and right? He was more than happy to come home to you at the end of the day.

He stepped out the tub, the steam leaving the bathroom and pouring out into the bedroom. Your eyes opened a bit, the door creaking open to see Gojo standing in the doorway. “Hey,” You mumbled happily, seeing him return home safely.

His head turned to you. “Hey-I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked softly, as he held a towel between his waist, and walked over to his dresser to get changed. “No..m’ just glad your home.”

He stifled a groan as he slid himself into the bed, grabbing at your waist to pull himself in.

“Hey.. are you alright?” She asked, as her eyes now noticing the fresh injuries on his chest and abdomen.

Yawning, you moved a bit openly, allowing the white haired man to bury his face closer into your neck.“Yeah, it took longer than expected. No major injuries.. I could just ask Shoko to heal me, but I doubt I’ll need it.” He murmured against your neck. He just missed you, never wanting to let you go. His head picked up, his eyes further ingering on your face.

Her fingers traced at his scars from past missions and fights. “I wish you didn’t have all this pressure on your shoulders, my love.” His hand grabbed yours, intertwining them; lifting it up to kiss it.

“I know you’re going to worry, but you shouldn’t. I came home today didn’t I?”

”As long as you’re okay, i’m fine.” Your voice was considerate, as a hand crept up to the top of his face to brush a few strands covering his face.

“Anyway are you hungry?”

“Maybe.. but i’m exhausted.”

“I would get up, but the bed feels comfy.”

“Good, stay with me longer.”

You let out a laugh, it was clear both of you guys were exhausted from Sorcerer work. Last night was the only real time you guys had together, and yet Yaga had to cut it short with a sprung on mission for Satoru. Which to say the least you weren’t happy, but you’re partner assured you he’d be back in the morning. And here he was, sticking to his words.

You weren’t going to sugarcoat it, the situation was annoying. But, he’s safe, and really that’s all that mattered to you.

“Actually.. I might be hungry now.” He got up with a grin. As you heard a light growl come from his stomach, your lips pursed in amusement. “Really toru’? Well you gon have to wait cuz’ I just got comfy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now cmere closer baby.”

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[bendycxmet]

My, What Beautiful Hair You Have!—Vash the Stampede

summary: on a boring Sunday, you decide to get Vash's attention through some head scratches

content: 771 words. mostly fluff but suggestive towards the end, head scratches, needy reader kinda ngl (but who isn't for Vash's attention), one (1) hickey, written with tristamp vash in mind

a/n: saw this fanart and immediately wanted to write this. his hair looks so nice. anyway something soft before i post my first smut piece. aha

You should be thankful. Its been a long week of nonstop travel from dusty town to dusty town. You stopped remembering what the town names were, every stop melding into one as the exhaustion from the constant Tomas riding got to you. But finally, the week reached its end, producing a lazy Sunday for you and Vash to recuperate at the latest town you stopped in. 

Both of you were lounging on the motel bed, sunlight creeping in from the second-story window, dust flurries apparent from the rays pouring in. You were lying sprawled out on the mattress, Vash sitting at the end of the bed, cleaning his gun. You feel your eyes shut, not from sleepiness. No. Boredom. You sigh loudly, hoping Vash can give you some attention. Silence meets your ears. You sigh again, this time much more slowly and drawn out. Nothing. Wondering what is so interesting about that damn gun of his, you open your eyes and stare longingly at his back.

“Vashhh,” you whined. He hums questioningly, continuing his ministrations against the metallic piece in his hand. That’s not the answer you wanted. You wanted him to turn around and pay attention to you. A conversation. A wrestling competition. Anything to drive away this boredom that’s consumed you.

Your eyes land on the back of his head, outlining where his scruffy brown undercut meets the soft gentle waves of his longer, blond hair. 

When does he find the time to cut his hair? Why does it look so nice? He should let me cut it for him…

What stands out to you the most, is how fluffy it looks. You feel your hand moving on its own before your brain can even register the action. You feel your fingertips reach his head, and just as you expected. Soft. You trail your fingers up from the undercut and into his blond tresses.

Vash is used to you touching his hair. What he isn’t used to is you actually using your nails to scratch his scalp. A pleasurable shudder runs down his spine, whipping around to face you as he lets out a squeak.

“Uhh…” He doesnt even know what to say, only averting his eyes and trying to distract you from the blush that’s fallen on his cheeks.

“Oh, sorry, did I scare you? I can stop.”

“No, no. It’s fine… just took me off guard.” Vash glances at you, shooting you a quick smile before turning back around. Assuming he’s ok with it now, you sit up straighter, reaching your fingers back to softly scratch at his hair, admiring the way it shifts back into place, covering your path.

“How the hell is your hair so soft? We live in a dry desert!” 

“I just take showers with whatever soap we have. Other than that, mostly water when we come across a fountain and I wanna wash the dirt off me.” Vash shrugs, peeking at you over his shoulder, his gun forgotten. You smile. 

I win. You thought. You finally got his attention.

“I don’t know what pisses me off more: the fact that you’re blessed with this hair, or the fact you don’t even realize. Ugh, I hate men.” You tease, a slight quirk in your lip.

“Mayflyy, you love meee though, right?”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say hot stuff.” You can’t let him think he’s got the upper hand after ignoring you for an hour. The way his brown undercut trails into a peak at the slight bend of his neck triggers an impulsive thought. You lean in, trailing your lips across his neck, giving light kisses along the way. You feel Vash stop his movements suddenly, his breathing becoming shallow.

Got you right where I want you.

Just as Vash begins to relax into your gentle kisses, he gasps, eyes shooting open as you abruptly bite into the soft skin, suckling slightly after. You pull back, leaning on the palms of your hands as you stare admiringly at your work. 

The satisfying grin falls away as Vash doesn’t turn around after a minute. Thinking you may have crossed the line, you offer a white flag in surrender.

“Heh, hey sorry I didn’t mean to stop you from working on your gun. If you want, we can go out and get din-” 

His gun clatters noisily on the ground near his feet. Looking up, you meet Vash’s swimmingly hot gaze. 

“Not tonight. You started something you have to finish now, Mayfly.”

You scoot backwards, inviting him further up the bed as he crawls his way to you. 

This was gonna be a long night.

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you're an angel in my eyes

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Character: Lucifer (Obey Me)

Warnings: (Healthy) discussion of boundaries & touch issues, reader has some issues w that, very respectful and supportive Lucifer, very much projection

Notes: i dont know what this is ngl maybe someone can relate. not proofread sorry

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Lucifer sat on the couch next to you, handing you the glass of water you requested in one swift motion. “For you, my dear,” he said a bit teasingly, offering a playful smile. It was rare you saw him like this—happy and relaxed—but you wanted to enjoy the moment with him. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip before setting it down on the coaster in front of you. “You’re in a good mood.”

He hummed in reply, instead taking the opportunity to lean in to kiss you. It was short and sweet, but conveyed the affection he had for you in that simple action. “I finished a larger project Diavolo had me on. I figured tonight should be one to celebrate.”

You didn’t get much chance to reply before he carefully kissed you again, his actions gentle, like he was afraid to break you if he held you too close. Nevertheless, he found a way to combat those feelings and began to pull you a bit closer, hands slowly finding their way to rest on your waist. 

At this, you practically jumped away from him—why, you weren’t sure. This wasn’t the first time he’d held you like that, and you’d never had an issue with it before. He noticed, though, and immediately pulled away from you to assess what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), are you—“

“I’m, uh—I’m a bit hungry, too. Sorry to make you run to the kitchen just for me to go a few minutes later. I’ll be right back, though.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you scurried out the door. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he’d done wrong and desperately wanted to ask, but you didn’t seem in the mood to talk about it yet. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about you,  though. 

Several minutes later (much longer than it took to run from his bedroom to the kitchen), you returned empty-handed. He wouldn’t ask where you wound up, considering you didn’t come back with the snacks you were so hungry for. 

As you walked over, he stood and took your hands in his. His touch was soft, like one may touch an infant or a porcelain doll. He very gently curled his fingertips against yours, his hands hovering over yours in case you decided to pull away again. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, pouting slightly. He wanted to know—to fix whatever he’d done wrong. 

You slid your hands into his, albeit a bit hesitant. “Nothing,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Back to your project, hm? Want to tell me about it?”

“I want to ensure that you’re okay,” he said, not backing down from this. “If…if you don’t want to talk to me, I understand, but please, tell me if you’re upset with me. I never want to leave problems unsolved with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to run away from me when things go wrong.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head. “It’s nothing you did, it’s okay, Lucifer.”

He slowly brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Will you tell me, what, then? You don’t have to, but I’m asking that you do.”

Leading him to the couch again, you sat awkwardly, a few inches away from him. He followed suit, keeping his hand in yours. 

“Sometimes…” you started, trying to phrase this the best you could. “Touch is a…strange thing for me. Usually, I’m completely content with whatever you choose to do, whether we’re kissing or whatever…sometimes I just get this weird feeling and it sets me off. I don’t like it, I don’t do it intentionally, and I know it’s weird, but there’s nothing I can do about it-“

He shook his head, causing you to pause. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said plainly, turning towards you further. “(Y/N), love, look at me. I love you, quirks and all. And if you’re telling me you want me to slow down a little, that’s fine. If you’d rather stay where we are and just have me check in to see if my affection is okay with you in the moment, I can do that as well.”

You thought for a moment and eventually replied, “that second one sounds nice, actually. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing your knuckles again. He knew that was okay—that was safe, so he could stay with that until he knew you were comfortable with more. Hesitantly, he asked, “can I hug you?”

When you nod, he leaned forward and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling your head and the other holding your middle. “I will always love you,” he whispered. “Please, if something is ever wrong, tell me. And stop me if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything I do.” He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, thumb ghosting over your cheek. “All I want in this world is you to be loved and cared for.”

You smiled at him, and he swore his heart melted in the moment. There was nothing that lifted his spirits more than seeing you happy, especially because of him. “Thanks, Lucifer,” you said, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He’d deny it if asked, but he blushed a bit from it. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder, then his chest when he wrapped his arm around you. “Tell me about this project of yours, now?”

“Persistent as ever,” he teased.

The two of you talked for a while—first about his project, then about the latest drama at the House of Lamentation. Apparently, Asmodeus was screwing around with a particularly irritating ex of his and Mammon and Levi weren’t talking because he “long-term borrowed” a Ruri-chan doll and somehow had pocket money now. 

Not very long into the night, you started yawning halfway through sentences and he could see in your eyes that you were tired. It was quite adorable, actually—he enjoyed seeing you content enough to fall asleep in his arms. Not much later, he noticed you’d nodded off. Careful not to throw your head back or wake you, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you in the fluffy blankets. You looked so peaceful…

He was about to turn away and continue working on a bit of paperwork he had left over after that project when he felt a hand on his wrist. Your eyes were half open and you had a loose grip on him. “Stay,” you mumble, the sounds slurring together from sleep. “Pretty please.”

How could he deny that?

He kicked off his shoes and pulled the blanket back, finding his place behind you in his bed. At first, he wanted to reach out and pull you in, but hesitated. “Can I hold you?” he asked gently, hand hovering a bit above you. When you nodded, he smiled and curled in behind you, arm snug around your waist and face buried in your shoulder. 

Lucifer had never slept as content as he did than when he was next to you, and tonight was no different. Actually, it might have been better.

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Can you write a Fnaf 2 x reader where they go to jumpscare/attack the guard but the guard is sound asleep? How would they react?

FNaF two x gn reader who’s asleep when they go to jumpscare them

notes- in the least offensive way possible, i forgot this request existed, i’m sorry. oh also, sorry it took so long there’s just a lot of spooky dudes in FNaF 2.

warnings- mangle + puppet uses all pronouns, withered bonnie’s a he/it, leaning to platonic/no relationship in general, mentions of violence, withered bonnie favoritism, some is more low effort than others, idk if there’s anything else i should be adding

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Toy Freddy ♩

♩toy freddy ngl just don’t care, he doesn’t even attempt harming you because of this

♩probably gonna shove you off your chair and mess with the cameras, maybe play games if that’s even possible on the computer.

♩he’ll continue playing even if you wake up

♩tells the other animatronics to be quiet and stop because he’s trying to focus

♩you live through the night not because toy freddy cares, but because he wanted to win his game.

Toy Bonnie𖦹

𖦹toy bonnie’s offended you aren’t awake, he goes through the trouble to try and terrorize you every single night just for you to nap?

𖦹he wants to attack you but clearly you don’t care! fine, if he can’t kill you nobody can! he snaps at anyone coming near.

𖦹bonnie will explain how pissed he is when you return the next night, doesn’t even remember to try and get you.

𖦹you will never hear the end of it. he will keep others away while chewing your ass out too, everybody is so fucking scared of bonnie rn omg.

𖦹eventually though he goes back to normal(after a million years), bonnie’ll always hold a grudge on you for that though.

Toy Chica ↯

↯you may think because of toy chica’s vicious nature that she’ll take the chance to kill you, but no, she will probably just wait.

↯she might draw on you face

↯chica won’t care if you get attacked, kinda disappointed but attacking is the plan after all.

↯ not much for chica really, might steal your stuff.

↯if you wake up you’re dead though

Mangle❥

❥mangle would be surprised, you’re being hunted by animatronics and your first instinct is to sleep? okay..

❥whatever.?? mangle has no clue what he’s supposed to be doing. should they be waking you up, let someone else get you?

❥she decided to just watch you until you show signs of waking up, mangle doesn’t really want to get you right after you fell asleep, they’re not that cruel.

❥climbs away when/if you wake up, mangle isn’t leaving you just giving you a minute to wake up.

❥good luck the rest of the night

The Puppet/Marionette❦

❦so this is why the puppet box wasn’t winded. puppet’s tempted to just take you out(like kill, not a date) but decides to go get you a blanket.

❦might hang out for a while in hopes you wake up, if you do puppet asks you how this even happened.

❦most likely tells the other animatronics something along the lines of “let’s not do this tonight” and stays around longer just to be sure.

❦puppet will leave you eventually, he has things to get ready for the morning.

❦she will never mention this to you, it’s as if you never fell asleep to begin with.

Withered Freddy✍︎

✍︎he stares at you. if you wake up from this he mutters a bye and leaves, freddy might return later though.

✍︎you don’t wake up? he slowly inches towards you until eventually he’s right at your desk.

✍︎he knocks on the desk so you can hear it/feel the vibrations. when you wake up he looks at you for awhile then stomps off.

✍︎if freddy returns he will act the same, kinda like the puppet he acts like it never happened.

✍︎you don’t even get easy mode or anything, just an average night after that. better than freddy having had killed you though.

Withered Bonnie ☜

☜it’ll freak bonnie out a bit, at first it thought you just died without any wounds or anybody doing anything.

☜not like he’s worried just a little bit freaked out because of his first assumption on what happened.

☜eventually when it walks up to you bonnie realizes your just taking a little nap, he even feels kinda bad.

☜bonnie will shoo others away when he isn’t sitting waiting for you to wake up, it will especially try to be quiet so you can rest.

☜i think this’ll end up being an accidental bonding experience for you two(even though you were asleep the entire time), bonnie isn’t gonna be all nice or save you anymore but at least it isn’t attacking you!

Withered Chica𓅿

𓅿 chica stands there awkwardly waiting

𓅿eventually just walks up to you and tells you to wake up, apologizes, and goes back to the night as normal.

𓅿that’s it. chica’s gonna be polite but you aren’t just getting off easy

𓅿if you don’t wake up somehow chica probably sits there for a bit

𓅿eventually leaves

Withered Foxyᨎ

ᨎ”the hell’re you doin’?” that’s his very words, all rage foxy might’ve had previously has left.

ᨎfoxy shakes you awake(with his non hooked hand) then starts questioning you. why are you sleep? how are you even sleeping right now? aren’t you scared? are you scared of him?

ᨎwhen he calms down foxy tells you to start sleeping so you’re awake next time he’s after you

ᨎyou’re lucky your not gonna get hurt tonight!! foxy will get you next time though, just count on it.

ᨎat least foxy kind of cares

Withered Golden Freddy☝︎︎

☝︎he’s so sick of this.

☝︎goldie isn’t surprised just really annoyed, he never gets a break from all the bs here.

☝︎won’t try to wake you up

☝︎ goldie probably won’t hunt you the entire night

☝︎asks wtf is with you next night, how the fuck do you do this?

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