#fluff oneshot

Summary: you have a obsession with Sonic and your birthday is coming up so Clark tries to get you a birthday gift that is Sonic themed

My attempt on an older brother figure Bob scenario! I do not have a good one of these so I'm sorry if its cringe. And you did send it twice but its okay dw about it <3

514 words <3 ~ Masterlist

The mission was a mess, everyone had to switch positions at the last second. It left you stuck with the disposal; there was no real way you were told to do it, just to make sure it gets done.

Of course the obvious answer was fire, which is what you told the rest of them you would be doing over your earpiece before it fell out. You had everything in a small pile on the roof, the box of matches in your hand ready to be lit when you heard him behind you.

"What are you doing?!" Bob's normally quiet voice was suddenly booming, managing to reach your ears through the gunfire below.

"Disposal Robert, that's what I'm doing now." You groaned, striking the match while staying turned away from him. Bobs footsteps grew closer as you were about to light the starter. Before you knew it his hand was wrapped around your wrist, keeping it from doing your job. "Bob I swear."

"Is everything in that pile?" He cut you off.

"Yeah? That's the whole point of disposal?"

Without giving you an answer, Bob blew out the match getting dangerously close to your fingertips. He had that look on his face, the one that always screamed 'older brother' that he only used against you.

It'd been like that since you joined the team. Bob had instantly attached to you, playing into that "slightly mean but caring" role. It was nice when it came out at the tower, bringing you your favorite drinks without being asked or wanting money, but when it came out during stressful moments on missions you were ready to kill him.

"I am fully capable of doing my job you-"

"Laptops and phones have lithium batteries in them." He cut you off, again.

"Okay?" You tried to hide the confusion in your voice but Bob caught on."

He walked over to the pile, digging through the insane amount of papers and folders. Every time he found something not made from trees he threw them off to the side. You watched him take apart your haphazard pile for god knows how long, the gunfire below starting to fade out.

"Lithium batteries explode when on fire, full on kaboom." Bob had a monotone type of look on his face as he turned to you.

"Oh shit." You mumbled.

"Yeah oh shit." He made his way back over towards you, the electronics now far away from your original pile. "You can light it now. We can toss the other stuff after we get back to the tower."

You did as he said, lighting the match and tossing it into the pile. As it burned you both grabbed the electronics, stuffing them in his bag before making your way down to the extraction point.

"Sorry I got mad at you." You whispered as you made your way through the mess the others created. "And almost blew myself up."

"Happens." He smiled at you, nudging your shoulder with his. "Next time though can you do me a favor and not do it again?"

All works are sfw, I do not write mature content on this account. Requests are open!

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⟡ Asking you out

Blurbs

⟡ Costume- John Walker

⟡ Can we cuddle?- John & Bob (separate)

Eddie x Fem! Reader

MDNI! 🔞

Warnings: Smut, fluff. Very soft, sweet sex. P/V sex.

SYNOPSIS: Eddie makes love to you on a fall evening, not much to it. Tooth rotting fluff!!

Soft evening light poured into Eddie’s room through the window, as he kissed his way down your body. He ran his hands up and down your thighs gently as his lips neared your eagerly waiting core. “Eddie..” You whispered, eyes searching his, as he stared up at you, light catching his eyes perfectly, making them sparkle just right. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern a little, hands still gently rubbing your thighs. “Nothing. Just- just please..” You muttered, smiling softly. “If you insist, my queen.” He replied, a soft, loving smile spreading across his lips as he kissed your core gently, before sitting up a little to line himself up with you. He gazed into your eyes, his deep brown ones searching yours. “You ready?” He asked, eyes wide with love. You nodded in response, smiling softly back at him. He slowly began to slide into you, letting you adjust for a moment to his girth, before he slid in the rest of the way, and he whined as he bottomed out inside you. 

Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, hair tickling you softly as he clenched his eyes shut in pleasure. You gently rolled your hips up, trying to feel him more, which made the both of you moan. “God, sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?” Eddie chuckled softly, smiling into your shoulder. “Eds..” You whisper. “Hm?” He hums back. “You can move.” You reply in a gentle tone, hands gently running through his hair. He slowly rolls his hips against you, whining and whimpering as he pleases both you and himself. He doesn’t pull out, thrust, or anything, just gently rocks, letting his cock drag inside you gently, your walls feeling like heaven around his length. He felt like heaven inside you too, just big enough to fit right, but not to hurt. “Baby.. fuck.” Eddie whined, biting his lip as he kept his slow, soft pace. “Eds.. god, you feel so good.” You mumbled back, still playing with his hair. He leaned into your neck and started to lay gentle kisses along the column of it, not biting, not sucking, just plain kissing, and that’s all you needed. You loved when he was soft like this. Eddie being soft and loving was something no one but you knew of. On the outside, no one would think he was really like a puppy, but those who knew him, really knew him, like you, knew he could be the most pathetic man on earth. Often, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, and that’s exactly what this was. “Sweetheart, fuck.. Gonna cum.. Is that okay?” Eddie babbled, finally looking into your eyes, his pupils blown wide, making his eyes even more adorable than normal. You just nodded, at a loss for words from how fucking cute he was. With a few more gentle rolls of his hips, Eddie was letting himself spill inside you, and that had you coming simultaneously. 

Pairing: Dr. Micheal "Robby" Robinavitch x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Wife Reader, Fatigue/Tired Robby, Angst (due to 12hr shift), 12 hr shift Robby, mentions of stress, extreme fluff, soft domestic moments, loving married couple behavior, husband being absurdly gentle, tender affection, emotional softness, mild teasing & banter, heart-melting content, cozy vibes

Summary: After a 12hr shift Robby is more then ready to come home to his sweet wife. Except he finds her in the kitchen singing her heart out and dancing in his clothes to a song that makes him laugh.

A/n: Based loosely on the song by RAYE (Where is my husband).

Wc- 1.2k

The Pitt Master List

A grueling 12-hour shift is over. Robby has already switched off with Dr. Abbot on the roof and is walking home. The cool Pittsburgh summer air grounds him as he heads to his wife.  

On his walk, Robby takes his ring from his Star of David necklace and slides it onto his finger. It's warm from pressing against his chest all day. He does this every morning and night. The walk is short, but he’s so ready for three days off that he can’t imagine anything but coming home.

Snuggling into his wife's side, watching his documentaries, and planning the next week's dinners. His walk isn’t long, before he’s walking up his condo building. The elevator ride is quiet; most in the building are already home.

He can already hear the music when he’s standing at the front of his condo. The music is muffled, so he can’t really get the lyrics. The lock opens with ease as he steps inside. The music is blaring, and the sound is coming from their kitchen.

He drops his bag off at the front door and slips his shoes off with ease. His back aches a little from standing all day. Your singing can barely be heard over the volume of the music, so he follows it. In the kitchen, you’re standing in his clothes. A very loose-fitting shirt that covers almost to your knees. His white, worn sock is making you slide all over the kitchen.

Why is this beautiful man waiting for me to get old? Why he already testing my patience? I only fear he's taking time with other women that ain't me

Your hands are in the air. The food that you’re cooking is steaming on the stove. Your lungs probably burn, but you don’t seem to care. You also don’t seem to know that your husband has arrived home. He takes you in all your glory. Spinning around and singing, making his heart warm. He leans into the side of the wall, arms crossed, making a mental image of you in the kitchen, in his clothes.

While I've been reviewing applications Wait 'til I get my hands on him, I'ma tell him off too For how long he kept mе waiting, anticipating Praying to the Lord to give him to my loving arms And despite my frustrations

He continues to watch you, pulling his phone out of his coat pocket. Snapping several pictures of you, thanking the lord that his phone is on silent due to work. Work may have drained him mentally, but simply watching you like this, so carefree, is already refilling his drained battery. The pictures are in safekeeping on his phone. A folder simply named “My Angel”.

And he must need me (he must need me) Completely (completely) How my heart yearns for him Is he far away? (Is he far away?)

He may not like songs like this, but he can’t bring himself to turn the speaker down. You’re golden under the lights on in the condo. He stands there like a creep, watching you. Still, you’re completely unaware that he’s even come home, or that he's even standing in the condo.

You look so happy, bringing the spoon up to your lips, lip syncing to the words coming from the speaker. As if you’re singing to a whole concert full of people instead of a pot on the stove.

Is he okay? (Is he okay?) This man is testing me, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh, help me, help me, help me, Lord I need you to tell me

Robby catches himself really listening to the words now. He wasn’t okay before he came home, but now he’s doing fucking great. You’re the light of his life, and this right here is proof. That even without you knowing, you’re making his day worth it. This is all worth it, the 12-hour shift away from you. Watching you sing and be happy is enough for him.

Baby (whoo-hoo), where the hell is my husband? (Whoo-hoo) What is taking him so long (whoo-hoo) to find me? Oh, baby, where the hell is my lover?

“I’m right here, hunny.” You scream, dropping the spoon to the floor. Spinning around too fast on his white sock. It makes him laugh truly for the first time in the past 12 hours. Robby is still leaning against the doorway.

The minute his eyes are on you, his heart aches in his chest. God, he has really missed you. Without even thinking, his feet are moving towards you. You’re so beautiful like this, in your natural state, wearing his clothes. A shell shock from the world that Robby had just come from.

In a real way, for the first time in the past 12 hours, Robby remembers that you are safe, at home, alive, and all his. He finally grabs hold of you. His hand is softer than when he’s at the hospital.

Resting them. gently on your waist. You feel so warm, so right in his hands that he’s glad that you’re already married, cause he’d probably ask you all over again right here, right now.

“I like coming home to a concert.” He teases. You can’t help the groan that leaves you as you roll your eyes. “Was it a bad shift?” You ask on autopilot now that Robby is home.

“Not a bad shift, just long,” Robby answers. “I can tell.” He wishes that you didn’t have to stay home for 12 hours by yourself; he wishes that the weight wasn’t placed on your shoulders.

He knows rationally that he can’t do that for you, so instead he pulls you close, the pair of you swaying to the music playing on the speaker. Pretending that you are dancing like you did on your wedding night.

Not you resting your head on his chest because the sheer day has finally managed to wrap itself around you. The songs play until it goes to play another song, this one low and slow. He kisses you on your temple because he simply misses doing that.

“Found your husband yet?” He asks, teasing you. You hum softly; the sound is so soft and warm. The food on the stove starts to boil over, and you’re forced to pull away from each other.

“Dinner is almost done. Go take a shower, and then we can eat.” You say, looking at him with tired eyes. He listens right away. Stripping his scrubs the minute he makes it to the bedroom.

He showers quickly, wanting nothing more than to be right back at your side. When he comes back out. The music is off, and he finds you once more in the kitchen. Plating his food. His arms wrap around your waist in a protective way. His head is resting on your shoulder.

“Table or living room?” you ask, “Living room.” He answers, wanting nothing but to cuddle with you after eating dinner. The two of you fall asleep to a documentary about the ocean. Cradled in Robby's arms, his nose stuffed in your hair. Robby knows he’ll wake later with a pain in his back, but for now he’s just content being like this with you.

It was early morning when the radio demon sat down on the balcony, his crimson cup labeled “Oh deer!” he set down elegantly on the glass table, resonating a subtle jingling sound as he opened the current newspaper.

He digs a small card out of his suit, close to his chest, which is a little torn and sullied with his own dried blood, and tries to forget this fight between him and this abhorrent archangel. And although the antlered demon had suffered defeat, the wound on his body could have been even more fatal were it not owing to this card, which had miraculously protected him and acted as a light cushion. A card he had created himself with the image of the human female he had lured to hell a few months ago. He did it for pure entertainment, a still living existence trapped in hell and as something special for this hotel! Though only the permanent dwellers here know of her true existence, as she shifts into a deer form demon outside of this safe haven, perfectly disguised for other demonic creatures. A little gift he had thought up for her, since she is in his favor and behaves so politely towards him.

Perhaps he should actually renew this object at some point, he would only need a small essence of her soul. But those were thoughts he could think about later.

Reader is going through a lot, has no friends, and is struggling mentally, and frequently hides alone to cry when nobody is looking

And she always hides it because she feels guilty and like a burden and she doesn’t want to bother anyone. Plus she is very considerate of other people's feelings and knows that they have gone through much worse so she would feel awful worrying them with her own problems

But one day angel just catches her in crying and he just... comforts her? they barely know each other but he still helps her (crying in someone's arms would heal any of us sigh)

Aw, I love platonic shit and also real.

No CW/TW expect it’s in hell and touches topics such as SA (never detailed but mentioned), belief of being a burden, and bottling up emotions. If these make you uncomfortable please leave! I might have lighter ones but I’m a yandere page so take what I say with a grain a salt! (There is non yandere ones). Angel dust MIGHT be ooc so apologies in advance

You were alone. No one was on your side, not in your eyes. None of them could ever understand you..but maybe they could yet why would you try and figure it out? You were a burden, a sinner who did some fucked up shit and now landed her place in hell like she deserved. It was a miracle Charlie decided to let you stay, she was so nice..so heavenly…everything you wished to be.

You were sobbing in your room as usual, another day of self pity that left you hating yourself more was your routine. You were too caught up in your thoughts to hear the door opening.

“Hey toots..you good?” You quickly wiped your tears once you heard the familiar voice, it was Angel Dust. “Y-yeah, just allergies.” You quickly stated, hoping he would believe the lie just as others have in the past.

Angel Dust sighed and frowned, he knew that excuse, that feeling. He felt it every time he came home from working…came home from Valentino..but he shook his head, he couldn’t care right now, you were crying. “Alrighty, you ain’t gotta fess up but I ain’t leaving.” Angel Dust stated as he sat beside you on your bed.

first writing post here <3 enjoy this belphie oneshot

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“How about something warm? It’ll help you sleep.”

The soft, almost timid voice next to you came from the youngest of the brothers. You two were wrapped up in each other, limbs intertwining and bodies pressed as close to each other as possible.

You always had problems sleeping. Ever since you came to the Devildom, for whatever reason, your brain rejected sleep- for the most part. Maybe it was your body and brain not necessarily adjusting to the time difference— the fact the sky never really changed— or unfamiliar environments just set you off. Whatever it was, it had been a plague for the months you've been here.

“What, warmer than your cuddles?” You quip to the demon, your arms curling around him more firmly. You hear him softly chuckle as his hand moves from your back to your head, fidgeting with your hair.

“A warm drink,” Belphegor practically purrs, “Barbatos brought us some tea quite a while ago. I could get you some.”

For whatever reason, a nice warm cup of tea sounded especially good right now. “Sure,” you answered, and like that, the demon had lifted you up in his arms and started carrying you down the halls of the House of Lamentation to the kitchen. For half of the way, at least- Both of you forgot Belphegor isn’t nearly as strong as his twin, Beelzebub, and he had to set you down and start letting you walk roughly halfway down the hallways.

The moment both of you got to the kitchen, Belphegor swooped you up once more- having regained his strength- and set you on the counter. When you questioned him, he simply said he wanted to do this for you after everything you’ve done for him. A sweet notion, if it wasn’t as bitter as it was. Remembering all the times you’ve had with Belphegor brought up loving memories just as well as regretful ones.

Wrapped up in your head, you hadn’t even noticed Belphegor making you the tea he had mentioned until the kettle hissed and whistled, signaling the water was ready to be poured and the tea would be added. You watched silently as Belphegor bustled around the kitchen, the most energetic you had ever seen him, pouring two cups of boiling water and the same flavored tea packets, dipping them up and down in the water to stir around the tea that seeped from the packets. He gave you a soft smile over his shoulder when he noticed you were watching him, and soon enough he was done, carefully handing you an almost-too-hot mug of tea. 

You shuffled off of the counter and took it in your hands, and the both of you walked back to his room with soft conversation, gentle giggles and silent sipping. You ran into Beelzebub on the way back, who was surprised you both were still awake, and explained he was going to get snacks when you asked. With compassionate exchanges, you went your separate ways, and when you and Belphegor got tucked back into bed, you were fighting sleep. You tucked into the demon’s side, his tail curling around you being the last thing you felt before you drifted off.