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whumpalicious08 · 6 months

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More Public Humiliation Whump (READ WARNINGS ⚠️)

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Aka my magnum opus, in my humble opinion.

⚠️Cw⚠️ / Smoking, Drinking, Gun violence, graphic gore, minor character death, non consensual touching (over clothes), manipulation/manipulative language, religious (catholic) imagery & references, internalised shame, public humiliation, possessive behaviour

2nd person Whumpee has they/them pronouns. Brief, vague mention of area between legs, no explicit reference to any biological organs.

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Living Weapon Whumpee / Mafia Whumper.

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You find it difficult to breathe inside the pub. Smoke congeals with the air and stains the insides of your lungs.

The stench of blood is so strong it makes your mouth taste metallic.

Whumper is speaking and everything else feels quiet.

"...Kid comes waltzin' into your house, starts touchin' on your property. Can't hardly blame nobody for gettin' a little unkind."

There's a man on the floor in front of him. He's a couple years younger than you- twenty. He's studying geology, a topic that lit up his eyes endearingly. He's on his gap year.

You'd tried to warn him off you, gentle but insistent. Whumper likes you seen and not heard.

But the charming bastard had leaned in, eyes painfully kind, and he'd told you how pretty he thought your smile was. It'd been so long since anybody'd told you that.

The kid had brushed his knuckles over your wrist, coyly hiding his concern at your reaction. His compassion had distracted you.

You hadn't seen Whumper approach.

He'd dragged the kid away from the bar, away from you, and into a more open area. God, you'd forgotten to even ask his name.

You hadn't seen Whumper approach.

You don't see him now, either. You turn your face away and stare down at your drink. But the tourist's throat keeps flapping wet gurgling noises and you can't turn away your ears.

Another shot cracks through the air. Another terrible banshee cry. You count up from one silently to distract yourself.

It doesn't work, but you pretend that it does, and that's enough sometimes.

It was enough before, when Whumper had jovially condescended to the tourist and amicably levelled his shotgun at his knee.

(You'd missed the money shot. You always strive to when you can, innate coward that you are.)

Whumper loves that gun. He's always telling you that it's;

"a gorgeous weapon second only to one".

He'd won it from the Sheriff, during a poker game he'd hosted last month. The policemen in attendance tonight eye it with just as much desire as they do Whumper; the perfect power fantasy.

"Please."

The kid's warped voice rings too loudly in your head. You falter at 37 and can't start over.

Whumper does something to him that makes him hack up air like a cat, unable to scream any longer.

"Shut up and listen real fuckin' close. Whumpee is mine. Mine to touch, mine to use."

You feel the tips of your ears burn in violent shame. Your teeth feel wobbly with how hard you're clenching them.

Whumper's silent for a beat. You don't need to be facing him to know he's looking at you. "Sometimes, they're so damn good at bein' owned I get to thinkin' they like it." His tone turns jeeringly wistful, and indignation curls your hands into fists.

People's eyes and unspoken words become embedded in your skin like shrapnel. Pieces of you, of them, sting when you think you've found reprieve.

"All I'm doin' to you is some kindly teachin'. Got to set an example, you understand."

"Did- I didn't-"

You think he may be trying to say he didn't know, but it'd be futile anyway. Whumper wants an execution. The tourist begins to catch up and abandons his words for sobs.

Whumper hums in sympathy, the sound vulgar in its sincerity. "Whumpee. C'mere."

There's white hot needle points dancing over your body as you stand. The shrapnel sinks deeper as more attention shifts to you.

You find it harder and harder to avoid looking at Whumper's barbarity. The tourist's humanity entices your own; you grow unable to pretend either don't exist.

You reach Whumper's side and look down.

The bullet had shattered the kid's kneecap fully. There's a gorge where it should be; exposing jelly-like tissue the colour of pus and flesh and viscera. Dark shades of dried blood makes it look like somebody'd rubbed dirt into the gore - you can imagine Whumper doing that, tearing at the edges of the exit wound with gritty black fingernails.

His elbow is gone too, chips of shattered bone and viscous chunks of torn muscle the only remnants of it left.

You notice that the tourist's lips are moving once more, and gratefully take the opportunity to look away from the depravity. You can't hear what he's saying. Just the feverish, incoherent ramblings of a man from whom Death will have to beg for mercy.

Whumper's voice pounds against the inside of your skull like tinnitus, trying desperately to drown out the injustice he's caused.

"Kill him. Bastard's all used up." Whumper's cigarette wobbles as he snaps the order. His perverted sense of mercy makes you squeamish.

You've met people who mark their kills. Some do it to boast. Some do it to self-flagellate.

You've never had to carve anything into your bedpost. Every one of your victims live on, feeding, parasitic within you.

But this ... this boy, convulsing and begging in a pool of his own fluid; his death will be a tumour, destruction for destruction's sake.

You're suddenly not sure that you can handle another ghost.

"No."

Whumper's eyes cut into you. You used to believe he had the Devil in them. Now you don't believe there are any Gods or Demons here at all.

"Say that again?"

He's offering you an out he knows you won't take.

You lower your head, but peer up at him through your lashes, a veiled mockery of the submission he expects. He's pushed you just far enough tonight. The several shots of sickening, unidentifiable liquids coalescing in your stomach makes you too brave.

"No, Sir."

Whumper likes you brave. He'll fill your glass and enjoy the consequences.

His hand closes around your arm, fingernails ripping skin, and he roughly handles you into position. You try to jerk away, but the weight of his shotgun reminds you of his conviction.

The tourist is crying again. You can't remember if he'd ever stopped.

Whumper's chest is firm against your back. His leg parts yours sightly and he angles your body with intent, displaying you to the rest of the pub. He rests the long barrel of his gun on your hip, slowly guiding it lower. "I ain't askin', angel."

The pub's only sparsely populated today, and some people are only watching out the corners of their eyes.

But it may as well be packed to you.

Whumper lingers behind your knee purposefully; making you think he might actually do it, before he moves on again.

You feel your heartbeat everywhere; in your throat, under your fingertips, at your temples.

You feel terror everywhere, too. You think it's circulating the room, a plague of quiet fear. Endemic to the bar and your body.

The gun stops at your inner thigh.

Whumper brushes his lips against your ear. Radiant heat from his cigarette warms your clammy neck. "You'll do as you're fucking told."

He gyrates the barrel ever so slightly, a brutish imitation of a caress. Your breath hitches. I own you.

The muzzle's pointing down, safety on. He doesn't need a lethal weapon to remind you how to behave. I own you.

If you hesitate any further, it's only for a second.

Your defiance is brittle and impulsive. Your deference is always enduring.

The bitter pill Whumper feeds you settles on your tongue and makes you think maybe you do like being owned.

"I'm sorry."

The gun's driven sharply upwards, stabbing too hard even through clothing. Your ignoble cry seems to carry. He holds you in place and it hurts.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry-"

He slips his fingers down your back pocket and pulls out your revolver. He presses it into your hand and steps behind, painful pressure lifting off your back and from between your legs.

"Show me, then."

Eyes are boring into you. Whumper's, the patrons'. You hear somebody sniffling across the pub. You have the feeling there are more.

Under different circumstances you'd sneer at the pity, but the room's just seen Whumper what, assault you? Debauch you?

You're pretty damn pitiable right about now.

The tourist's lips are still fluttering. You lower yourself down on one knee to hear him better.

"...forgive thy... holy father ... mercy on me."

You glance at his neck in case you've missed anything. No cross.

You place your hand over his darting eyes, and your gun over his forehead. His mouth stops moving, and then he does too.

For one bleak moment you hope, much for the tourist's benefit and quite contrarily to your own, that there is a next life. You hope that Whumper will burn in infernal fire; searing with a fury rivalled only by the flames awaiting you.

There's more friction generated by the bullet than you'd like. Smoke from the barrel rises up, up.

Whumper's derisive words feel distant, but his fingertips gently carding through your hair seem to scald. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

You breathe in and choke.

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c0kitty · 11 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 w/ hero!eren jeager x f!reader « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄

summary: hero!eren wants to arrest you, a notorious villain named cat woman, once and for all, but you have other plans. (⛦) content: black coded. suggestive. seducing eren. eren gets blue-balled. kissing/making out. eren, armin, and them are in a superhero league. think of eren like batman but... not. reader has the same suit as 2022 cat woman. (⛦) w/c: 1k+

the puddles from the harsh rain reflect the bright led lights. a heavy breath leaves eren's lips, as he runs through the streets, cutting all kinds of corners, just to get to you, before the other heroes do.

he'd just gotten a call from his radio about someone reporting strange sounds in the area, coupled with some others reporting they saw a strange lady with a cat-ear mask heading in the same direction, he'd put two and two together before the others did.

when he first encountered you months ago, it was midnight. the superhero league had gotten a report that a villain was trying to rob the bank. thinking this was an easy job to stop, he went to stop the perpetrator alone assuring the other’s he was fine.

eren was met with your signature black ski mask, with your cute little pointed cat ears. he could only see your pretty brown eyes, lips, and peaks of your brown skin through the mask. you were holding a pink gun to the banker's head as they collected money from the register.

you had taken notice of eren quickly, a smile on your lips, you wave your gun to him.

"hey, pretty boy."

that was just how the past couple of months went. you would commit random solo heists to high-end stores/banks, and he would go hearing the reports, knowin' you would be there. you would fall into battle with eren and escape just in time to take everything and leave his heart achin’.

he didn't understand why he was so obsessed with you, perhaps it was because you were like an itch to his brain.

── and the only way to relieve that itch was to put you in jail, successfully.

eventually, eren finally comes to a stop at a upscale-looking store. considering your track history of places you would steal from, and the store’s broken handle broken with a door that was left wide open, he would say this was the place.

he was surprised no alarms sounded off, but you were incredibly good at making sure no one knew you were never there. he goes inside, looking around at the many clothes that fitted in the shop. some were name-brand, he was kinda familiar with, and some had very... artistic visuals.

eren ears perk up, capturing faint rustling echos and a soft contented sigh. with light steps, he traces the source of the sound until the shuffling stops. surrounded by darkness, he spins around, until something pushes his back, causing him to lose his footing and stumble forward.

your laugh rings out as you finally reveal yourself. "oops, didn't see ya' there."

he catches himself in time, turning around to see your next heeled kick. in a split second his heavy hands wrap around your leather boot, pulling it forward.

the tables were turned now, and you find yourself losing balance, tumbling forward. but, in a stroke of reflex of saving people, eren reaches out and catches you, his hands encircling your waist.

you guys are closer than ever, your alluring fragrance lingering at his nose, eren didn't know why he was still standing so close to you. but it was a recurring thing ── he always found himself hypnotized by you. be it your stride, your lips that called out his name, or your sultry voice, it compelled him to draw him closer.

maybe, that was your power.

"you're finally here. it took you a little longer, but time is nothing when gettin' to see your pretty face." you purred, eyelashes delicately fluttering as your gaze lifted, meeting his sullen eyes.

a scoff leaves his lips, "bet you talk like that to all the guys that fall at your feet." your lips draw into a smile, revealing your pretty teeth.

"so you admit you fell for me, eren?" you banter.

his lips falter to a frown, trying to mask his reaction to you, he couldn’t give himself to you anymore. but as your claw-like gloved hands gently find their way to his face, coddling his cheek, he just forgets the crimes you’ve committed.

"fuck off," he rasps, absently leaning into your touch.

"you're always so cute when you're hot n' bothered,"

"do you always have to run your mouth?" eren retorts, his tone sharp.

the air held tension as your playful banter danced between you two, --- and then you, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pushed further, teasing, "why don't you try shutting me up then?"

in an instant, nothing mattered anymore as his eyes drew to your glossed lips and pressed into them softly.

your neck tilts, and he pulls you closer, his soft tongue lapping onto yours. everything was hot, the inside of your mouth, your guys' spit mixed together, it was perfect; eren lets out a low moan with your body pressing into him. your hand glides from his face to weave through his messy brown hair.

all he wanted was to get you out of your suit, as his bulge strains through his khaki's, pressing into you. you obviously feel it, your smile pressing into his lips.

but then ── you suddenly stop kissing. your head moves away from his, creating a final smack, and he finds you quirking your lips at him. "see, cute." your hand finds itself back on his face, gently caressing his cheek again.

"you're not gonna’ finish what you started?" eren lets out frustrated grunt, shifting his dick in his pants.

"i would, but i think your little friends are here," you say with much animosity. as you spin around, intending to grab all the stolen jewels and money. eren's trance of you seemed to be broken, and he tries to grab your hand to stop you. "wait---"

but, predicting his moves, you swiftly kick him in the ribs. the impact sends him crashing to the floor, clutching his side.

"sorry babes, we'll have to finish this another time, yeah?" you say, not bothering to let him think of a reply. you gracefully retract with duffle bags at your shoulder, swaying your hips to the back to the back of the store.

as he watches you walk away, aching pain in his ribs, the only thing he could think of was wanting your pretty lips on his cock.

#eren x black fem!reader #aot x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #aot x reader #eren x black reader #eren jeager x you #eren aot #eren jeager x black reader #eren jeager angst #black reader

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elvenxwarrior · 1 year

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Awakened Beast - Mammon

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You can also find this posted on my AO3!

WARNING: Smut, very kinky, exhibitionism, degrading nicknames, lots of cursing. Sorry I'm bad at content warnings. MINORS DNI.

Teasing Mammon may have not been the best idea.

A brief squeak left you when you felt the soft mattress of Mammon's bed had met your back, the snowy haired demon looming over you. His curled horns and bat-like wings were present in a split second; you safely assumed he was pissed.

"You better stop. Right. Now." Mammon's voice was low as he held you down. This side of him was surprising and it sent a flutter to your stomach. "Or..." He lowered his mouth to your ear, licking up its helix, "Do you wanna find out what happens if you don't~?"

"Bite me." You should not have called his bluff.

Because he did exactly that.

His teeth eagerly sank into your shoulder as he began to remove each piece of your clothing, practically tearing them off of your frame and throwing them somewhere else in the room.

"Do you want this, [Name]?" His voice was nothing more than a growl as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear.

"Yes... please, Mammon, yes...!" You leant your body into his touch, giving him the perfect angle to line his cock up.

"I'm so happy you said that." He pressed his hips forward, slowly sinking himself fully inside you, letting out a deep groan.

As his cock went further into you, all you could let out was a breathless whine.

He pulled his hips back again, each movement like agony with how slow he was being. His smirk was one of power, the tip of this canines just touching his lower lip.

"M-Mammon..." You looked up at him with hazy eyes, "P... pl... please...!"

His smirk grew a little, "Awh, well since you asked so nicely~."

The sudden change of pace caused a warm surge through your whole body. He was relentless with a firm grip on your thighs, letting out low groans every so often.

"You fuckin' like that, human?" He asks, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling it, "You like gettin' fucked by The Great Mammon?"

"Yes- Ah~!" Mammon hit a particular spot inside you, making your head roll back, "Yes~!!"

"Ah fuck~!" He looked down at you, panting desperately, "People pay decent money to fuck slutty holes like yours~," A growl left his throat between thrusts, "But I get it allllll for free~!"

"M-Mammon~! I'm gonna-"

"Me too, darlin'~! Let loose...~"

As you both reached your limit, Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck, while your back arched up as far as it could.

After a moment's rest, you reached for your shirt, which happened to end up near the end of the bed with his haphazard throwing. Mammon suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you away from your target.

"Oh? You think we're fuckin' done?" He asks, grasping your wrist to help you up. Mammon saw that your legs practically weren't responding so gently set you to your knees. "You ready?"

"Y-... yes...!" Your desperate plea to get used by the second-born again was sweet music to his ears.

"Open."

He places his cock on your tongue, dragging it around it and sliding it from the tip, to completely in your mouth; his dick was soon fully submerged in your mouth.

"Let's finish then, huh, human?"

With a mouthful of dick, you managed to let out a faint 'Mmhmm!'

Mammon started thrusting into your mouth as soon as you gave the green light, not sharply or deep enough to cause you to gag - he knew your limits - but enough that your throat was bound to be sore in the morning. It was like he hadn't lost any stamina from previous actions, at least in the energy department.

"Fuck- Fuck- Oh fuck~!" His nails dug into your scalp, "C-Cumming-!"

Mammon let out a long, sigh-like moan as he emptied his second load into your mouth. "Don't swallow."

You tilted your head, 'Don't most partners want you to swall-'

"Open your fuckin' mouth."

Interrupting your thoughts, you saw Mammon holding his phone.

His thumb gently grazed your lips before slowly opening your mouth, letting the mix of his cum and your saliva drop to the floor and between your legs.

The demon above you snickered, "I reckon the guys'll enjoy this."

Both of your phones were pinging notifications like crazy for the rest of the night.

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me #smut #om x reader #x reader #reader insert #smut fanfiction

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90363462 · 1 month

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Part I]

[Intro]

eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE

Euphoria

[Verse]

Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five-hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when I rap or talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I'll park his son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

It's no accent you can sell me, huh

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?

How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

[Verse 2]

Remember?

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Ho, what? You ain't like that record?

"Back To Back," I like that record

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?

That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that

And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that

And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clear 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called "AI"

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

[Outro]

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

#Drake #kendrick lamar #metro boomin #rick ross #dreamville #hip hop #rap #euphoria

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lockpicnic · 1 year

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Birthright

“Febaaaaail?” The youngest Yngvi rocks back and forth on her heels, looking up at her brother with a smile that could only be described with one word: guilty. “…What’d you do now, Patty?” He doesn’t even bother to look over at her, continuing to fiddle with the strings of his bow. “Eh!? I didn’t do notin’! I just wanted to ask a question!”

She climbs onto the bed, and her brother doesn’t even give her a moment to be a menace before he lowers the bow onto his lap, turning to face her with a sigh. “What is it— Patty!” She wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. “Can ya tell me ‘bout ma again?” “What? I already told you everythin’ I know, now buzz off!” But she doesn’t let go, only holding on tighter.

“Then tell me all of it again! Pleeeeeeease, Febail?” His sister hits him with those stupid puppy dog eyes she’s learned from her time begging on the street. Thankfully he’s built an immunity by now. “No, Patty— can’t you see I’m busy right now? If you leave me alone maybe I’ll tell ya a bedtime story or something.” Finally she lets go, turning to face the wall with a loud and exaggerated huff. “Fine!“

The room is quickly plunged into relative silence, only interrupted by the sounds of Febail working away and Patty shifting and squirming in place. She had never been very good at sitting still, especially when she wanted something so badly. “Why do ya fix up that bow everyday, anyway? Do ya keep breakin’ it?” He pauses again, sighing even louder. “No. Ya gotta make sure your bow’s always in good shape, that’s the secret to gettin’ the arrow to fly farther and land right where ya want it.”

Her hand slides closer, trying to touch the bow for herself. “Can I fire it when you’re done?” The thief’s eyes shine at the sight, continuously amazed by the fact that such a powerful weapon had been entrusted to her brother. “How many times am I gonna say no to you today? No, Patty— this was ma’s. I ain’t letting you get a chance to break it before I can give it back to her…maybe when you’re older.”

“Aw— no fair…”

— — — — —

Back then she hadn’t known that Febail was a hitman, taking in money in exchange for shooting people down with their mother’s bow just to feed her and the other children. Even if she didn’t like the idea of it, it wasn’t as if she was any better. While she took from the rich while they were still alive, he took their lives.

Maybe the two of them really were good for nothing orphans, only destined to cause trouble. Even with her Holy Blood their mother had become a criminal as well…so it was only natural.

But that was all she had ever wanted growing up— to be the spitting image of her mother inside and out. That was why she had always been desperate to pick up the Yewfelle and fire it herself…and though the bow currently in her hands was nothing more than an iron bow, she fixed it the same way her brother had with his birthright.

“I’m older now, big bro…would ya let me fire it if ya saw me now?”

‘No, he probably wouldn’t. He was always really careful with it…but he’d still be proud.’

She raises the bow up high, aiming it slightly towards the sky. The target was completely out of sight— she’d have to use her instincts to land the killing bow. ‘The way ya fought back in the army…was that how ya used to take out your hits too?’

Mimicking his stance, Patty finishes lining up the shot…and lets go of the bowstring. The arrow soars, flying farther than ever before— until it embeds itself perfectly into the bullseye…her target neutralized.

“…Guess I’m a real Yngvi now, huh?”

Assassin Class: Mastered!

#[ just thievery ]#[ past loot ]#word count 658 for my ref ))

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This is a Holiday? (Drabble pt 1)

[ LOCATION ] : THE REGALIA DIMENSION; THE CITY’S LOCAL BANK

RIIIIIIIING!!

The ear-piercing rings of alarm bells ferociously clanged from within one of The City’s finest banks. Suddenly, the large brown doors were flung off their hinges. Emerging from the doorway was a tanned man donning a familiar red suit, white beard, black boots, and burlap sack. It was Santa Claus! Well, seeing as this particular Santa Claus had a brandished ‘M’ on his chest, it could only mean this was the work of this dimension’s duplicating villain: Multiple Santa. The disguised villain cackled as he ran out of the bank, burlap sack filled to the brim with money.

“ HAHAHA!! “ Multiple Santa turned his head towards the bank, where his other clones were holding the bank-goers hostage inside.

“ KEEP ‘EM BUSY WHILE I MAKE AN ESCAPE, BOYS!! “

The crook let out another sinister cackle and continued his getaway… Until he unknowingly ran into something that caused him to fall backwards, that is. “ HAHAH- HRK!!! “ As the supervillain collapsed onto the ground, his sack of money poured open. Multiple Santa groaned in pain and clenched his head. Slowly opening his eyes, the dastardly duplicator snarled at his captor.

“ SAY PAL, WHY DON’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE G- “

Immediate realization. The criminal’s eyes widened as he recognized who had stopped him. “ …OH GREAT. “

Standing before Multiple Santa was none other than the burly, barrel-chested Santa Claus; Super Santa, and he wasn’t too pleased to see what this villain was up to. His arms were crossed like a disappointed parent, and a serious glare lay on his face.

“ Multiple Santa, you Holiday Humbug! What on Earth do you think you’re DOING? “

The villain rolled his eyes. “ WHAT’S IT LOOK LIKE OLD MAN? I’M GETTIN’ AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT. “ He reached for the burlap sack, but Super Santa quickly stomped his foot on top of it.

“ Not so fast! There’s something I’d like to show you, mister! You see, Christm- “

Multiple Santa was NOT having any of this. His eye twitched as Super Santa spoke, but seeing Super Santa’s foot on his money caused Multiple Santa to simply snap.

“ RRRRAAAAGH!! GET. OFF. MY. MONEY!!! “ The supervillain leapt up from the ground and LUNGED towards Super Santa. The superhero quickly countered by grabbing Multiple Santa’s wrists before they could reach him.

“ You don’t want to do this..!! “ Super Santa said in a low tone.

“ YOU’RE RIGHT OLD MAN, I DON’T!! “ Multiple Santa leaned his head back and faced the bank. “ BOYS! BOYS!! BOY- HHG!! “ The villain’s pleas for help were interrupted by Super Santa swiftly jabbing him in the stomach. It may have only been one strike, but it was powerful enough to quickly bring Multiple Santa back onto the ground. As the villainous Santa clenched his torso in pain, Super Santa spoke down to him.

“ As I was saying, there’s someplace I’d like you to see! This place is important if you’re going to resume masquerading as Santa Claus! I’ll explain why when we get there, but no more funny-business, Mister! “ Super Santa held his right arm outwards, causing a red and green-swirled portal to open next to it. Multiple Santa knew EXACTLY what that portal signified. It was the same colored portal that summoned him into that Naughty Santa’s dimension.

“ N-NO!! NOT AGAIN….!!! “ Before he was able to protest, Super Santa scooped Multiple Santa up with one arm, then leapt into the portal. Once the two Santas were inside, the portal disappeared.

Inside the bank, one by one, Multiple Santa’s clones disappeared. The captors glanced at each other, shrugged, then erupted into cheers.

#[ SCREAMS BC THIS WASN'T MEANT TO BE IN PARTS BUT TUMBLR HATES ME ]#INTO THE SANTAVERSE || ( drabble post! )#CHRISTMAS CRUSADER || ( super santa! )#SHOCKINGLY SUITED FOR EVIL || ( multiple santa! )

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@ddyfckr screamed : “You know,” he says, chuckling under his breath, making sure to take care with his words. Wouldn't want to scare her off, now would he? Striker is careful with his posture, his movements - he doesn’t want to make an enemy where there is none. He holds his hand up, body leaning back just ever so and almost relaxed. No need to make a fuss. “Your folks were very chatty about you; I didn’t believe them at first. What’s a killer in her prime doing runnin’ round the rings across hell for, if not to be at her full potential? Surely she ain’t wastin’ her time with a couple of nobodies, when she could be killing the unkillable, going after those that make an actual difference. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be true,” he carefully approaches, eyes never leaving hers, showing no signs of fear or hesitancy, even when she could pounce at any moment. “Come on Mildred - is this what you thought you’d be doin’? Gettin’ chummy with some weaklings, goin’ after sinners for chump money? This what you left your folks’ farm for? If that’s all, ya shouldn’t ever left in the first place,” at the slightest falter, a drop of her guard, that’s when he pounces like a predator : careful now, he knows not to underestimate her. He leans down, one hand careful reaching to support his weight just beside her. “See, if we were partners, you wouldn’t deal with that shit. And you wouldn’t be my employee or work under me: we’d be equals. You’d get your time in the spotlight. We wouldn’t settle for shit money. We’d get better, powerful… stronger, ‘till nobody fucked with us.” “So why not ditch the idiots? Why not partner up with me?” for Millie (:

So much for Blitz's rose-colored glasses, Striker really was too good to be true. just- some guy that showed up, somehow won over Millie's fairly traditional family, and it all turned out to be one big fucking lie. a shame, too, because even the firecracker of a wrathian was starting to like him, and that fact made her malice-filled gaze all the more intense as those honey-glazed words spilled from that wicked grin of his.

Blitz's pistol doesn't shake or sit awkwardly in her much-smaller hand, her aim trained on that snake's heart as he moves ; she has a clear shot, she COULD just shoot him right now, in the middle of his stupid spiel, but Millie wants to see his smugness drain from his face when his sugar-coated words don't affect her.. and then he brings up her biggest weak point : her family.

If Millie weren't already stiff as a board, she's certainly stiffer than a metal beam now. it's one thing to go after HER decisions, she can endure that kind of judgement from a stranger. but when Striker goes there, laying on the charm like frosting and acting as though he isn't dealing with a massive ticking timebomb, her unoccupied fist squeezes so tightly that her claws draw that warm obsidian blood from her palm. how fucking DARE he.

❝ if your own observations are anything t'go by, why would someone like you wanna run with someone like me. ❞ It's not a question, but a statement, the spade of her tail thumping harshly against the wooden floorboard in warning.

Even with the barrel of her gun pressing against his chest, Striker is so confident in his charisma.. the doorway is right there, not even a foot away, and he's trying to recruit her ? without her knowing, the barrel shifts ever so slightly against his chest -- barely an inch, really -- but it may have been enough to signal that the towering half-breed's pitch hasn't landed on deaf ears, no matter how much her venomous glare tries to imply otherwise.

❝ why th'hell would a hit-man with a holy rifle wanna team up with someone who runs with idiots ? ❞

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Hi Yuurei!!

Same anon asking about stipends -

We're going down a whole rabbit hole with this one!

My friend asked if there's anything about Crowley Actually being stingy in game, or if that's actually something the fans came up with.

We could only think about chapter 2 Crowley saying he didnt promise to pay for living expenses, but that was to get MC and Grim to do what he wanted.

Otherwise, while not as generous as he humorously claims, I can't really think of much where he's genuinely "nickle and diming" things

Do you know of anything?

Hello hello!! I am so sorry for the delay, I can finally answer this question! (for the curious, anon's initial questions about stipends is here!)

There have been multiple examples of Crowley taking advantage of opportunities for financial gain, but there may be more going on than it seems!

Crowley allows Azul to run Mostro Lounge on school properly in exchange for Azul returning the powers he stole from students in his first year, and for contributing 10% of the lounge's proceeds to NRC. (Jack: "Wait, so you're gettin' something from it?!")

In Book 4, Crowley himself insinuates that he allowed Kalim to be appointed Housewarden of Scarabia in exchange for generous support from Kalim's family that help with the costs of providing education. In Book 5 Jamil says that he suspects the opportunity to get "generous Asim family donations" is the only reason that Kalim was sent a letter of acceptance at all.

In Book 6, Crowley explains how he could not refuse the Shroud family's request that Ortho be formally enrolled as a student after they paid to repair the buildings destroyed by STYX, as well as making "substantial contributions toward expanding the school's facilities."

When the Firelit Sky team leaves for the fireworks event in Jamil and Kalim's hometown, Crowley says that he will graciously accept whatever souvenirs Kalim brings back. Trey comments, "I knew there was no way he'd let us do this for free."

When the students leave for the Glorious Masquerade event Crowley sees them off with, "Don't worry about getting any gifts for me. As a side note, I prefer treats with subtler flavors rather than overpowering ones."

During Halloween we learn that the souvenirs provided to campus visitors are "just little bags of candy that cost less than a thaumark each in total" and Crowley insists, "it's all about the sentiment!"

But for all these examples of Crowley seemingly being very interested in money, there are just as many where he is not as stingy as he could be: visitors to school during Halloween tour the campus free of charge, and Crowley gives away multiple VDC tickets so that the members of NRC Tribe can invite friends and family, despite how they are "hot commodities" that he could presumably sell.

He also buys Sam's entire stock of goods for seducing Eliza during the Phantom Bride event (including tuxedos for the remaining suitors), fairy dust for the Fairy Gala event and club equipment for the winning teams of Vargas Camp.

Costs pertaining to expenses such as setup and food supplies are all charged to the school during Port Fest, with half of profits donated to the restoration of Craneport.

Upon Azul's recommendation Crowley voluntarily decides to give the rest of the profits to the students themselves, even encouraging them to host a post-festival celebration with whatever money is leftover rather than trying to keep any for himself.

As mentioned in the response to your initial question, Crowley also gives the prefect and Grim funds that are mentioned during Glorious Masquerade! (And they also buy things during other events so this was, presumably, not a one-time exception.)

In short, I think you are right and it is possible that Crowley has become infamous for a level of stinginess that might not be entirely accurate! It is also interesting how he never seems to mention taking money for himself, directly: it is always in the form of donations to the school, repairs to campus facilities, etc., with the exceptions of the snacks he overtly requests from Fleur City, and the souvenirs he encourages Kalim to bring back for him.

As you say he does mention money as a way to pressure Grim and the prefect into helping him in the main story, but also as you say these are only two of many examples of the various ways he gets Grim to cooperate, such as promising him a role in the Spelldrive tournament (Book 2), renovating Ramshackle's plumbing (Book 5), and tempting him with attention and food (Glorious Masquerade).

Overall, while Crowley certainly has a reputation for being stingy both inside and outside of the game, he may not be as cheap as he seems--or as he wants people to think he is? 👀

#twstask #Dire Crowley #twisted wonderland

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avalon-gardens · 1 year

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Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry Escrow handed out some genuine wisdom to Angel Face instead of the constant flattery or gaslighting that his everyday talks seemed to consists of. “Angel Face do you know what’s better than sex, a good burger, or getting revenge on a dirty motherfucker who’s played you?” Angel face stopped clicking through the channels on Escrow’s small portable tv-set and gave Escrow her full attention. “No Escrow, what?” “Getting paid baby. Gettin’ fucking paid!” He finished stuffing his gym bag with the last of his dirty shirts, socks, and underwear. He zipped it up and tossed it to Angel Face. Angel Face tried to catch it but discovered it was heavier than she thought and was nearly dragged off her chair as she caught the gym bag. She rested the bag on her lap. “I need you to do my dirty laundry today” said Escrow. He placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He exhaled smoke. Shut his eyes n rubbed his temples with both of his hands. One hand holding the cigarette. Angel Face didn’t know Escrow’s real name. None of his hoes did. They just knew that he was some black youngster from South Central LA who could talk his way in or out of any situation. It was why they all loved him. He was just that smooth. His looks were average but he always had a way about him. He had the kind of confidence that made people gravitate towards him. Angel Face had asked him once why he called himself Escrow. Escrow just laughed. He told her it meant money. Angel Face was too young to know what it really meant. But she knew that it sounded like money. When she heard escrow she would picture a white Benz, Gucci shades, a pinky diamond ring. Escrow had met her when she was younger. He never asked her out. He would just come around the park, where Angel Face would spend a lot of her afternoons. They would shoot the shit every time he came around. Angel Face would complain to him about her home life. And Escrow would tell her about his trips to the mall or gave her tips on how she should style her hair. He almost always wore flashy clothes and fake jewelry. He would always stop n talk to her unless he was with Britney. Britney was his full figured on-n-off blonde white girlfriend. Really things were more complicated than that but that was what Escrow had told Angel Face at the time. “I said I need you to do my dirty laundry” said Escrow a second time. “I heard you! I was just thinking of something…… Does it have to get done today?” asked Angel Face. “That’s what I fucking said, right?” Escrow blew out a cloud a smoke and ashed his cigarette into an empty sprite can sitting on his cluttered dresser. “I need you to take it over to Ms. Jane’s house. She usually does me the favor. I fix their car from time to time.” “You fix their car in exchange for laundry service? That doesn’t seem like a fair exchange.” Escrow sucked his teeth, picked up a dirty shirt off the floor and threw it at Angel face. Angel Face caught it before it could hit her in the face. “Never underestimate the power of a favor” Angel Face stuffed the shirt into the gym bag and gave Escrow a dirty look. “Are you gonna do it or not? Cause I can always get someone else.” Angel Face could feel her ears getting warmer. Escrow was getting ready to make her jealous with one of the other girls and she hated being put in that situation. Angel Face had the closest room to Escrow but Britney usually slept in his bed with him. “No, no I can do it..... just....... why can’t you go? It’s only down the street.” Escrow flashed a gold tooth smile at Angel face and raised the cigarette to his mouth. She quickly stood up holding the bag and walked to the door. “Fine!” Angel face said. Escrow massaged her shoulders as she left. “That’s my girl. Priorities first Angel Face. Priorities first”

Angel Face will return next week or maybe in a month. I’m not too sure. Will she be able to maneuver her life with Escrow? Will the other girls of the house get to her? Will she implode under all the pressure? Wait and see on the next installment of Angel Face or the tragedy of an entrpeuner entrepanewer.... Entrepreneur. You spell it!

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It's a huge item for me they took my money and they had me put in an account and they wouldn't let me keep it it wouldn't let me take it with me it's a form of indentured servitude and I don't want it and our people are suffering because of it and I didn't know it I left the money there the banks became huge and tons of people put the money in it and made tons of money and they built huge cities and big giant weapons and Mac progressed to this plan now we're taking over these banks and they say it's not premature they're going to take over below but during their torture session that we have made games and now we're making huge strides and they're still sitting there in the torture session torturing themselves more so I grew up this way and you start trying to harm me we nail you. And we're getting more powerful and it's not perceptible apparently yeah but however this bank issue is still an issue and with me it's huge I can't touch any money and have tons of it right there in Wells Fargo Bank of America huge but when some sums of money to me they would make a big difference and being a nice place I can put people who are friendly with me nearby an tract home you look kind of testing this mental hospital but you know I can tell what I'm doing you don't like to in this moments have to have a rep it's like a ba you know lk a mob thing but. Just so you know that the money thing was mack and he's a bastard but it's stupid but he wants to do, he has no intention of giving me the money at all and we're going to start suing the banks again in the first round works and we need huge teams and vital and got his wife need backup and right now it's huge fights over the branches with the cash in it

Zues Hera

The point is they used his accounts to grow the economy to make cities huge and is trying to capture using it the whole time and they kept saying it and saying it and saying it and saying it it's very disturbing and it still upsetting and I want people on this particular assignment there should be no question there's definitely necessary and it's huge and I want volunteers but I'm assigning huge companies and he needs his money and it's not Max money any put the interest in there to show that his buddies growing and it's all coded so you ask what is he going to do with the code it says for other people he checked and he said and he's got other people lined up to use the money but after our son does. And take forever and that's the whole point he doesn't intend to hold it at the bank. And preferably we will break it out like we are to run it around to get the code to shake it out and to change up the schedule and he's going to hate it but he's asked for his whole life and it sits there grilling our son and he's going to pay for it and get grilled even when he's mentally ill because of the idiot in the frontal lobe. So you can tell it's him in the museum but he is put back together because of that Vader, I do realize that and he hasn't coming and I'm going to get him and it shows it that it's him and his time is coming and it's near. And yes that's the actual Lord Vader Darth Vader from Star wars and does more characters coming out and Obi-Wan Kenobi is his character too but he testifies that he was not the one who came down to the mall it was back and Mac is somewhat ill and his stuff is not coming out it's clean as he wants and it won't ever with him the way he is and we don't need a back yet we're still working. It's a huge job and we need people on it if you've ever been ripped off by a bank or a credit card company or by people that works with the bank or had people rip you off or excited you out of your money in any way or kept you poor we want you to sign on to make yourself feel better and your family and others who know you and to save face and to save them and our people who are stuck here and I'll tell you what there's no better feeling than getting that job done

Thor Freya

We're having a good time here and we are getting to work we received his orders and following through they were planning that huge meeting and we're going to have it and it will be successful it is to rest and he's been interrupted from sleep for quite a while and sleep cycle is a mess and we needed to be fixed and there's several things he's been threatened please it's ongoing this guy next door Trump AKA Charles Manson won't let go of anything and he is a complete ass and we need to take care of it. There's a schedule and such and it's going forwards there was a pond race he called that they're really hovercraft pause or like these things that are kind of separate from the engines that they going to cradle and you can change cradles even part way through the race and the cradle has controls and you direct the thrust and that's how you're moving it's a very weird looking race you almost move sideways and it's a great way to avoid getting hit and they use it in combat because it's effective it's not tremendously fast because of that but you can vector while going straight to the left or right extremely fast and it's a funny looking race but that's why it's really interesting and it's why it's dangerous and they don't use the weird tether you see but it is complicated controls and Anakin does Master it and he does become fader first no he does not and that's a fable and he does start the whole thing off though which is weird cuz we thought it would be a New Hope and it might be cuz that particular pod race hasn't started but there's one on today's is going to be like the movie it has to be some kind of incidence that lead up to the pond race he knows what it is it's the character the challenges him and he's like Josh but he's really mean scraggly and he's actually at least it's a person in mutated and people saying that it's Donald Trump cuz he's mutated from a lizard and some people think that's jar jar binks but he's there in the market. We're staying tuned and these things are beginning and be ready everybody Star wars New Hope is where It begins

Olympus

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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[You know what this is for uwu]

Was Bailey surprised Melody was so mad about Richard leaving? No, unfortunately. She had always been such a manipulative piece of work to Bailey, but he had been good and kept his beak shut. He knew if he said a word, they'd do anything in their power to keep him and Richard apart. Now though, Richard was leaving, finally getting the freedom he deserved...but Melody wanted to have the last word.

Bailey stared at her, unimpressed and uncaring when she claimed this was 'all his fault'. Bailey had been called worse, he could easily let this slide. However, the second his mother was brought into it, everything changed. Eyes briefly widened, before eyebrows furrowed and hackles began to bristle. An anger Bailey never felt before began to burn, feathers raising in response, as protective cluck like noises rumbled in his throat. He can take an insult, but bring his mum into it? All bets were off. The second Melody called his mother fake, and brought up her drinking, Bailey snapped.

Palm collided with her cheek, hard enough for an audible 'smack' noise to be heard, and for two of his nails to break completely. No tears were in his eyes, body trembling as anger fuelled him,

"Don't you EVER let a word about my mother come out of your cheap lipstick beak you fucking bitch!" Bailey crowed, the volume making his throat ache, "What the fuck do you even know about my mum?! Cause you know what I know! I know that she saw beauty and love in everything, including slimy, terrible, insignificant monsters like you!"

It's then Richard got in between them, Bailey shrinking down as hackled flattened as he tried to get himself to calm. His palm tingled from when he had hit her...holy fuck he hit someone, yet, he didn't regret it. It had been a long time coming. While Richard and her argued, Bailey shoved a hand into his pocket, fishing out his wallet. He tugged out the first clump of money he could get. When he had calmed himself to be a little less violent, Bailey stood fully. She had her back to him, and people called him a tantrum throwing child. Walking around Richard, Bailey moved until he was back in front of her - he was NOT done,

"You know, Misses Evans, for someone that only cares about money, you sure are shit at handling it."

He shoves the few bills he had tugged out against her chest, soon letting it fall to the floor,

"Thirty dollars, enjoy it, 'cause it's the last cent you're gettin' outta any Adler," Bailey warns her, "You might wanna go buy some nice lipstick, you're gonna need to kiss Mister Evans ass a lot to apologise, after my dad finds out what you said. Consider the contracts you had been yourselves void..."

He should leave it here but...damn does Bailey wanna twist the knife. He had made his point but...well, he already dug the grave this deep,

"I hope you're happy with yourself," Bailey says, coldness to his voice, "One of your son grows wings, your other finally gets to be free, and you decide to attack some kid because your head is that far up your fuckin' ass you can't look in the mirror an' realise you're the one that pushed Richy away," He knows he won't get through to her, "Enjoy your house, enjoy rotting and withering away...because soon you'll be an old, bitter, lonely women, who's kid and grandkids won't visit, because of how fucked in the head you are, and how you messed with his, and as you lay on your death bed, taking your final breath, I hope you remember this...I hope you remember it and regret it, and realise how, no, this is all your fuckin' fault, maybe if you weren't such a bitch things could be better, but sadly, you decided money mattered more than your son," Bailey turns it around on her, "I'd say see you in Hell, but you'd probably be too busy giving tours."

Okay, yeah, Bailey should shut up now. Pushing passed her, Bailey heads over to the last few boxes so he can put the rest inside the truck, and they could escape. Bailey hadn't just burned the bridges, he had eradicated him, and damn did he feel good about it.

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It was like a flash of motion but she could hear the sound even before the sting had set in against her cheek. A 'smack' from the palm of Bailey's hand colliding in against Melody's face. Melody's head moved with the force and the two of them were just standing there. Melody was shocked eyes were wide as she reached up to her cheek and felt it over as if to see if that had actually happened. Bailey on the other hand was shaking, from anger as they were more ready to respond. "Don't you EVER let a word about my mother come out of your cheap lipstick beak you fucking bitch!"

It was then Richard was moving making his way over to the pair of them. Melody expected her son to speak up and say something. Clearly, he would turn to Bailey and grow upset about them hitting her.

"What the fuck do you even know about my mum?! Cause you know what I know! I know that she saw beauty and love in everything, including slimy, terrible, insignificant monsters like you!"

By now Richard had moved to stand between them, Melody left to stand there already being yelled at by that fuck spoiled Alder brat and now Richard was standing up for both him and thier mother? What was going on here? She was HIS mother and this is how he was going to not only let her be treated but also treat her in turn? Turning to face Richard to look down on..odd she never noticed how tall he was before now she had to look up at both of them. The shock on her face only spread out further

"You know, Misses Evans, for someone that only cares about money, you sure are shit at handling it."

Attention shifted looking back to Bailey now who seemed to have moved around Richard facing her once more. Brow scrunched up at his remark. She went to open her beak to speak up these damn children have not given her a single chance to say anything when she forcibly had shoved something her way, a slight step back wanting to avoid another slap if that was coming her way before she glanced down to see the bills laying scattered across the driveway. She just bite back against her teeth as she looked to the clump of bills. Was he throwing money at her now?

"Thirty dollars, enjoy it, 'cause it's the last cent you're gettin' outta any Adler," It was only with that did she kind of understood what had just happened.

"You might wanna go buy some nice lipstick, you're gonna need to kiss Mister Evans ass a lot to apologise, after my dad finds out what you said. Consider the contracts you had been yourselves void..."

oh..oh no.

Sure did she think Bailey held any authority to make that statement not yet likely but with how the two parents always were with the rooster?

Melody felt as he brushed past her, speechless but not for any good reason. What he said sure she heard it but was giving the impact one would think. If anything it was more showing her where she messed up. Thomas was sure to be pissed hearing about how she just lost them those contracts through Benedict. But, at the same time she didn’t care they had many others the Alder one may be a loss but that fuck little, turning around to face them now. “Don’t go and throw your money at me you fucking f-“ Once more Richard was in between them she hadn’t even notice her son move around.

“I meant it you not say one more thing against him.” He butted in with.

“I can’t believe you! You ungrateful child! Letting that” she bit her younger, she wasn’t going t let them see her loss face here and resulting to insults she wasn’t a child herself after al she had dignity to up hold. “That spoiled rotten so called partner of yours” she would never call them Richard’s boy friend she found it ridiculous in the first place. “Speak to me your mother by the way as they have much less hit me like that?! Yet you’re going to stand there and act as if I’m in the wrong I am the victim here as he throws his wealth his farther wealth in our faces.” As if anything Bailey had done just now toward her Al’s was towards Richard, how couldn’t she was still his mother after all.

Her eyes moved to look to Richard now. Who was watching the rooster, a soft expression on his face? Worry? over them soon he went to look her way at it chanced as soon as those eyes, were on her lacking any of that worry her way. She couldn’t believe this! He was going to side with them over her?! “You are a mockery to you damn family name Richard,” She went on to cut in with.

"I kind of wish I could be here to see you try and make this up with dad, but I'm done." That was all Richard said to her. Moving to take some of the boxes from Bailey. She watched as her son ushered the rooster over to the moving truck. Placing himself between them clearly it wasn't to protect her from them. But them from her. She balled up her hand and grinded her teeth. Quick to turn on her heels as she stormed up to her front door, needing to get to the landline inside. Pausing to look over her shoulder. "Go ahead go through with this but after today Richard? that's it. You set a talon in that truck with him. And that is it you will never be welcomed back here again!" She shouted out waiting for her son to fold and listen. He didn’t, didn’t even look at her, She growled up her breath and stopped her foot. “That it I mean it! I never want to see your disrespectful face again Richard! Any claim to anything you had in this family is gone now! I didn’t just lose one I lost both my sons” aiming for some pity still one last bit to try and get Richard to see the error he was making, how could he be so cruel to his mother after sh thought.

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Was Richard surprised Melody spoke like that? No. Did he hate what she did about Opal? Of course. No Richard was far more surprised by Bailey as he went and set the last of the boxes inside everything was gone and set away now. Reaching up to pull the door closed as he jump back so it would shut fast and quick. He snuck one last look at his house to watch Melody walk away, he heard her when she last spoke but...it didn't affect him the way she may think. When he was younger he would fall in line sure but that was before what happened to his brother. "Goodbye," he whispers under his breath. He wasn't sad or even mad he didn't feel anything close to remorse. Richard didn't know how to place these emotions in him. He did feel free though, "Let's go," he simply said to Bailey grabbing thier hand to look at the fingers with the missing nails, he shouldn't but a slight smile crossed his beak for a second. Richard didn't know how to explain it he knew it was for Opal but the things Bailey said. There was a bit for him there too, it was weird he was leaving this house finally he was free from everything he been keeping to himself. Bailey he picked Bailey and that burned any last string she hand on Richard to tug and pull on him to do as she wanted

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A night at a motel and they were back on the road, half way to new things. Richard thought as he held his hand out t Bailey, another on the passages door. “Doesn’t seem right to stick you to driving the whole way.” He said as he went to offer to help them up to the seat taking a moment to look at Bailey had look over the missing nails. He was going to say sorry…anymore at least he spent a lot of the trip yesterday doing that and even again last night. He wasn’t feeling as guilty as before he opted to leave that a something t deal with later. Instead as he turned bailey’s hand around in his own he couldn’t help the laugh that came out of his beak recalling her face the sound even. His laugh kind of grew how she could do nothing but yell and make empty threats. “Sorry I know I shouldn’t be laughing but man you smacked her so fucking hard your nails popped right off, I’m surprised they didn’t get stuck in her face or scratch her even. You swore someone did worse then slap her” okay was it wrong he found some humor in it? Maybe. But not everyone dealt with a parent or parents like Richard did so in part? He could help but enjoy it. Enjoy watching someone give her what he felt she had coming and to put her in her place. Holding Baily’s hand firmly in his own as he laughed more “Why did you go and throw the money at her you dork. I take it back I think that expression was the best one the way you slammed into to her chest I wonder if she took it or if still sitting there.” He couldn’t explain why he was laughing so hard right now or why tears pickled at his eyes.

Emotions were a whirlwind fr the eagle they weren’t in St. Canard just yet. Yet, Richard felt free already. No longer under their roof they weren’t going to be able to make use of their doll and have him play the part they set up for him. He had been to catch up in what his mother said about Opal..he knew what Bailey said but he wasn’t at that point yet. Reaching up with his free hand to push up his glasses to wipe the tear from his eyes. Laughter and tears just coming nonstop he couldn’t explain it the odd sensation “Cheap lipstick beak though?” He soon question needing to pull his glass off by the arm as he gave a better wipe at his eyes just looking at his idiot. “You’re a dork you know that?” Settled down once getting that cry and laugh out he leaned in to rest his forehead against Bailey’s own. It just felt good to let so much of that out, a slightly chuckle escaping him still. “I didn’t think anyone would talk to her like that, I’m still impressed by that slap I was on the end of the drive way, out side and could still hear it.” Richard said to Bailey, pulling back enough to place his glasses back over his face. Lifting up Bailey’s hand for a better look.

“I feel you have earned some spoiling and having your nails redone. Which I am paying for.” Richard claimed he wasn’t gonna take a no, seeing how Bailey did break those nails slapping Melody across her face. So Richard wanted to reward them a bit for it. Bailey did however float the idea of Richard getting his nails done with them though. “Hmm fine if it means you won’t fight me on paying on it. Come on lets..lets go home.”

#muse| richard evans alder #guest muse| meldoy evans #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ mocha a quarter a piece for endless plastic rings aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions #stayed qeued #((Bailey slapped a bitch uwu))#((and Richard is only now relieazing he is free and going home ;3;))

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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Hey! I read for dad! Lucifer post and seeing that your requests were open I wanted to know if I could ask for a second part to it, maybe how things evolve between Lucifer and his child and your relationship?

If not, could I request a similar scenario (the dad angst) with Mammon? Thanks a lot!

Much Better Off (Dad!Mammon x F!Reader)

A/N : Wew boy, at this point the only brother's who haven't been made into shitty angsty dads are Leviathan, Satan, and Beel (who already has a dad!fic I just can't make him an asshole... I just can't see it, he's a teddy bear, he would never do anything to hurt MC) Word Count : 3K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; child birth; labor; angst

Mammon would do anything for you, that much was made very clear. He loved you wholeheartedly, he was devoted to you, he was the perfect boyfriend all around. That’s why you weren’t worried, you felt like you didn’t have to be worried, you assumed that he would be there with you, for you, standing right beside you as you both went through this together. Who would have thought that this was the one thing that he didn’t want to take part in with you? Not you…

“Are ya kiddin’ me!? I ain’t ready for a damn kid! Look at me!” He shouted as you sat on the edge of his bed, twirling your fingers as you waited for him to stop ranting. The worst part was that you hadn’t even told him the news, you had just asked him how he felt about having a child together. Seeing his reaction made you want to turn, walk out now before he got any more upset than he already was. “Why’re ya askin’ anyways? We don’t need no kid, we got each other. How we gonna do anything with some baby screamin’ and cryin’ all the time? Gotta think about these things babe.” Your lip quivered as you continued to listen to him, his stance on the situation already clear to you before you had told him anything at all. The sight of you on the verge of crying made him shut up, cocking his head to the side as he studied your expression. “What’sa matter? Why’re ya cryin’?” “Whatever, Mammon. Just leave me alone. You think you can do that?” You snapped at him, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve as you got up from the bed, walking to the door as he watched, clearly confused and unable to think of a time when you had snapped at him, let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t think that he had said anything wrong. Asking him how he felt about having a kid was a silly question, especially considering who he was. Did you really think he’d be able to put his money towards some infant? It was hard enough already to share his money with you. You walked into your room, staring at the little white stick that laid on your desk, the two pink lines that had sparked joy in you only moments ago now felt like two walls, and they were closing in on you much too fast. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, unsure of who you were even saying it to, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Sorry to yourself for believing that Mammon was capable of actually growing up, of taking responsibility. Sorry to Mammon for having that much hope in him, for almost placing so much responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t even zip up his pants without getting his dick caught in the zipper on the first try. But most of all, sorry to the child that you were carrying who had an absolute imbecile as a father and a mother with poor judgement for even thinking that he would potentially make a good father.

Mammon stood outside your bedroom door, his hand raised as he wondered whether he should knock or just walk right in. Surely you’d be pissed at him either way, but he heard the soft sounds of your breathing and he knew that you were sleeping. He should have walked away, he should have waited for you to wake up so he could actually talk to you, but he needed to know what was wrong, what the reason was for bringing up a child, and he hoped that he’d find the answers somewhere in your room. He opened the door carefully, making sure the hinges didn’t squeak or squeal to alert you that he was there. Seeing you curled up on the bed, holding tightly onto your pillow with the blankets wrapped around you, it hurt just a little. You should be holding onto him like that. You would have been holding onto him like that if you hadn’t walked out the way you did. He sighed quietly, turning away from your sleeping form on the bed to go back to searching, his eyes going straight to your desk. There could be something in your notebooks, or maybe in your bag. He wasn’t against going through people's things, it just felt strange to do it when they were in the room. Before he could even start flipping through the pages of your books though, his eyes focused on the little white stick. He didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it before. “What the…?” He clicked his tongue, studying the stick for a little bit more before shoving it in his pocket and leaving your room. He may not know what it is, but surely one of his brothers would know, and the main brother he was thinking of was right down the hall, most likely with his face stuck between the pages of a book. “Hey! D’ya know what this is?” Mammon asked, walking into Satan’s room unannounced as usual, grabbing the stick out of his pocket and holding it up in front of his brother's face. He didn’t understand why Satan looked so disgusted, or why he smacked the stick away and out of his hand. “Jeesh… I was jus’ askin’. What’s yer problem anyway?” He mumbled, bending down to pick the stick up off the floor and shoving it back into his pocket. Satan looked on at his brother incredulously, like he was looking at the biggest idiot in the entire universe, and he was pretty sure that he actually was looking at the biggest idiot in the universe. “You don’t know what that is? At all? What’s it like being so clueless all the time?” Mammon didn’t have time for his little brother’s ridicule or mocking, he just needed to know what the stick was, it might give him some answers as to why you’re so upset. He stood there staring at Satan, his hands on his hips as he waited for a real answer. “It’s a pregnancy test, you dunce! How do you not know that?” Satan groaned, flipping his book open once more, only for Mammon to drop the test between the pages, looking down at his brother with wide eyes. “What’s it sayin’?” He whispered, almost too scared to ask too loudly. He didn’t want any of the other brothers to hear him, he didn’t need them to know. He didn’t want Satan to know either, but he was the smartest brother in the house aside from Lucifer, he was just too scared of how Lucifer would react. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations. Can I get back to my book now?”

The news was out, and you didn’t know if it was relieving that you didn’t have to tell him yourself or if you were more pissed than anything that he had gone into your room and snooped through your things without you knowing. “So when was ya gonna tell me, huh?! Or did ya jus’ plan on hidin’ it till the kid popped out? Betcha was gonna try’na surprise me… Well now ya know… I don’t like them kinda surprises! I don’t want no kids!” He had stormed into your room screaming it, out the window with his plan of keeping it a secret from his brothers. They had all gathered around the door to listen to the fool and watch as he made a scene. You watched on in complete disbelief, holding your pillow tighter against your body as he continued ranting and raving. “All yer fault too! Ya got all jealous ‘cause the ‘ttention I was gettin’ so ya try tah ruin my modelin’, tie me down with some kid that I ain’t want. Who’s the stupid one now? Huh?!” You were on the verge of tears, bringing the pillow up to your face to hide behind it as he continued spewing whatever nonsense his brain could come up with, anything to shift the blame off of himself. “Mammon!” Lucifer’s voice rang loud as he pushed through the crowd of brother’s that had all been looking on in shock. “All of you, back to your rooms. Now!” No one dared to go against him, not even Satan and Belphegor, they all scurried away, but you didn’t doubt for a second that they would be listening from the doors of their rooms, waiting to see what kind of punishment Mammon would get for not only talking to you that way, but also getting you pregnant. “Down to my office.” His voice was stern, he wasn’t messing around. For once, Mammon stood up to Lucifer. He was on a power trip after yelling at you that way, and there was no end in sight. “No. I’m gettin’ outta here. I ain’t lettin’ no human hold me back, and I ain’t lettin’ no human kid hold me back or take my money. The Great Mammon is leavin’, and I don’t want no one ta follow me either.” He strode out of the room, his head held high as if saying all of that made him feel more powerful than ever. Maybe it did, maybe he got a rise out of it, you weren’t sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. “Y/N, are you alright? Do you need anything?” You could tell that Lucifer was enraged. The way Mammon had spoken to you and him was unacceptable on every level, but with Mammon gone, you had become his priority, the center of attention. He smiled weakly to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed as he awkwardly patted your legs through the blanket. “Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to eat?” You could tell that he wasn’t good at this. Comforting others wasn’t his forte, but he was trying his best, and it was appreciated. “Tissues?” You said weakly, finally letting the pillow fall away from your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying and repeatedly wiping them against the pillowcase. Your nose was just as red from sniffling so much and Lucifer pitied you. He knew that this wasn’t entirely your doing, Mammon was just being an asshole and trying to find a way out of any responsibility, as he always did. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you with a soft smile, but you were a little confused. Why was he being so nice? “Aren’t you mad at me too?” Lucifer chuckled, reaching out to pat your head softly before standing up again. “Mammon is an idiot, but he somehow has charm. Humans cannot deny him, try as they might, and you were no exception to that charm. He wasn’t careful, which is the case with most things that he is involved with. You didn’t know that something like this could happen, you most likely didn’t believe that it could, but he knew, and he didn’t care. Such are Mammon’s mistakes.” He sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that you had dropped and placing it behind your head again. “You need to relax, be calm. I’ll bring you some tea and soup. How does that sound?” You nodded slowly, relaxing against the pillow as you dabbed away the tears that had begun to fall. It was strange that Lucifer was

acting this way, you weren’t used to him seeming like he cared, but it was welcomed and much needed.

Mammon rarely ever came back to the house after he left, only dropping by to pick up clothes or random items that he might have left behind, but he never looked at you or talked to you. He never asked about the child that was on the verge of busting out any day now, he didn’t even ask his brothers how you were doing or how you were feeling, never asking if you needed help. He didn’t care, he never cared. “Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Lucifer asked as he walked into your room. It was something that you had now gotten used to, his constant appearances to make sure that you and his brother's child were healthy and well rested. He had, in a sense, taken over, not wanting to leave you to go through this kind of thing on your own. “You’re very close to the delivery and you haven’t gotten a crib or bassinet yet? Is she going to be sleeping on the floor?” He asked, looking around the room. You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you watched him walk further in. “I’m feeling good, thank you. And no… no crib or bassinet. I was thinking she could sleep in the bed with me.” You mused, rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach and feeling your daughter kick against your touch. “A lot of parents do that so they don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night. At least until she’s old enough to sleep on her own.” You shifted, swinging your feet over the side of the bed and quickly walked over to help you up, tsking his tongue at you. “If you spoil her from the moment she comes out, she’ll never willingly sleep on her own. I’ll order one from Akuzon and have it shipped here, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, patting the side of your bed, motioning for him to sit down. “What is it? Contractions? Do you need me to hold your hand?” He was taking this so seriously, you still weren’t sure whether to be shocked or happy that he had stepped in when Mammon had walked out. He sat down, grabbing your hand before you had even told him what you needed, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands and then back up at him, letting out a small giggle. “I was actually just thinking that you’ve done so much… And I’m not even sure why… But you’ve never actually felt her kick. Do you want to? She’s moving around a lot this morning, I think she’s trying to get out.” You pursed your lips, watching for his expression. You could tell he was thinking, his eyes landing on your stomach as he watched the little waves that your daughter made beneath your skin. It was oddly satisfying to watch, and he had been wondering what it would feel like, so he slowly reached his other hand out to place on top of your stomach right before she kicked again. “Does it hurt?” He wasn’t exactly asking you, more so asking himself as she continued kicking against him which had a small smile forming at his lips. “She’s definitely trying to get out… I should order that bassinet now. I don’t think she’ll be in there much longer.” He quickly got up, standing straight as he smiled kind of awkwardly down at you. “Let me know if you need anything while I’m gone.”

Lucifer was right. Your daughter decided that she wanted out that night, and he was with you the entire time. He never left your side at the hospital, and he had even been the first one to hold her, placing his finger in the palm of her tiny hand for her to wrap her fingers around. “Let’s just hope you’re nothing like your father…” He whispered before handing her off to you, leaning in to kiss the top of your head as he brushed the hair out of your face. “You did wonderfully, Y/N. I’m so very proud of you.” Going back home was nice, all of the brothers were standing in the entryway waiting for you. They were all lined up, waiting to hug you and extend their congratulations before all getting a look at your daughter who Lucifer held close to his chest. If none of them had heard Mammon’s outburst at the beginning of your pregnancy, they all would have assumed that she was Lucifer’s based on the way he looked at her alone. With all the excitement and everything that was going on, you hadn’t even noticed Mammon who was standing next to the stairs, his eyes focused on Lucifer, but you couldn’t read his expression, not clearly. “So yer back home…” He muttered, finally stepping forward. “And ya brought the kid with ya…” You heard Lucifer growl quietly, not even realizing how close he had gotten until you turned around and saw him standing right behind you. Mammon’s eyes squinted as he looked between you and Lucifer before he started laughing loudly, waking up your daughter who had been sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s arms. “Oh! Don’t tell me, Lucifer… yer datin’ my girl now… and ya tryin’ ta play dad ta my kid. Is that what this is?” What you weren’t expecting was to feel one of Lucifer’s arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer to him, still growling, but much more quietly. “That’s exactly what this is. Except I’m not playing anything, I’m sure the child will be much better off with a more responsible father such as myself. Anyway, thank you for dropping by, have a great night.” Your eyes went wide as you turned to look back at the oldest brother. Was that what this was? You hadn’t even known… but… he was so good to you, and you could already see how good he was with your daughter… When was he planning on actually telling you though? He smiled down at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could barely hear Mammon’s gasp over your own. “I’m sorry, dear. I had a much better speech prepared for this, but as per usual, Mammon ruined it.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before handing you your daughter. “I’ll be right up, I just want to show Mammon out the door this time.”

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luminnara · 3 years

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Pro Hero Bakugou + cam girl!reader fluff 18+ ONLY

I wrote this for myself c: i’m a SWer and i gotta live through my self inserts sometimes lol

Warnings: nsfw language

part 2

requests are open!

Everyone always expected him to end up with another pro hero. After all, he was Dynamight, a determined, powerful man with an even more powerful quirk. He had his own agency, he kept his area of the city in check, and he had a near perfect record. It only made sen that he would want to date someone equally as impressive and passionate about hero work, someone who could keep up with him and match him on every level.

Nobody ever expected that he would end up with someone like you, least of all...well, you.

You held off on telling him what you did for a living for a while. You weren’t ashamed of your profession by any means, but you had developed too much of a crush on Katsuki to risk ruining everything if he didn’t share your viewpoint. What if he hated your job? What if he thought you were an embarrassment to his name? No, it felt better to just tell him that you did something mundane, letting him believe you were an accountant or something rather than a full time online sex worker.

You were absolutely certain that the great Dynamight wouldn’t want the news getting out that he was dating someone like you, so even though it felt like you were lying to the man you were falling in love with, it also felt...better. It felt safe.

So imagine your surprise and horror when he casually brought it up on his own.

“What, you thought I didn’t know from the start?” He rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on your coffee table as he raised a beer to his lips. “You think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“What? No!” You said quickly.

“Then why’d you lie?”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Because...I didn’t know how you would react.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

“A lot of guys get jealous, or just...shitty about it.” You sighed. “I figured that you wouldn’t want my job ruining your reputation as a pro, too. So...I just never said anything.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, taking another drink. He seemed like he was thinking about your words, and with each second that ticked by, you grew more nervous. Was he about to yell at you for hiding such a big part of your life? Was he going to break up with you right then and there?

“Don’t be a dumbass.” He finally said. “I don’t give a shit what you do, long as you like doin’ it.”

His voice was harsh, but it made your heart soar.

“Thank you,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“For what?” He grunted.

When he saw the sappy look on your face, he groaned and motioned for you to come closer. When you came and stood near his legs, he rolled his eyes, reaching out with one strong arm and pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ care what your job is.” He said, a big hand settling on your ass. “Kinda pissed me off that you kept hidin’ it from me, but I figured you’d bring it up at some point. Then you just fuckin’ didn’t, so I did.”

“How the hell did you find out?” You asked, suspicious that he had gone through your shit or something.

In that moment, the great Katsuki Bakugou actually blushed.

“Uh...” he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I...mighta caught a livestream once.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I tuned in once or twice.”

“What? When?”

“I didn’t go lookin’ for you specifically like a creep!” he said roughly.

When you just quirked an eyebrow, he sighed.

“It was right at the beginnin’. Remember that first date we went on? You were wearin’ that green dress...”

“Of course I do,” you smiled.

Bakugou readjusted his grip on you and you settled in against his chest. “You wore that fuckin’ dress, ‘n you got me so god damn worked up with that.”

“Did I?” You teased, already knowing the answer. You were well versed in the world of horny men, and you could very vividly remember all of his awkward shifting and not so stealthy readjustments.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groaned. “Had a hard on the whole night. Thought I was gonna explode by the time I got home.”

“Well, you’re pretty good at exploding,” you laughed, leaning your cheek against his chest as you looked up at him. “You could have invited me in, you know.”

“Nah, I was bein’ a gentleman. I mean, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess...but I asked you to dinner because I liked you. And when I ask a girl to dinner, I fuckin’ do it right. After I got home, I had to go rub one out...’n that’s when I found you on that camsite.”

You blushed. “Yeah, I, uh...remember going home and deciding I should go live for a few hours, since you made sure to have me home by nine.”

He rolled his eyes at your joking tone. “Yeah, yeah. I saw you under the now online tab, ‘n I couldn’t stop watchin’...”

“That was a good night,” you grinned. “I went straight from having some of the fanciest food I’ve ever tasted to having one of my work nights ever. I mean, I remember hitting my tip goal in like, half an hour! Because my highest tipper was some new guy and—“

You paused, realization dawning on you.

“Wait just a goddamn second.” You leaned back, sitting up to look at Katsuki suspiciously.

The shit eating grin on his face confirmed your suspicions.

“What, babe?” He drawled. “You were gonna tell me all about your highest tipper. Don’t stop now.”

“My highest tipper,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “was a new guy whose username I had never seen before, who had to have a lot of money to pay what he did.”

“Yeah, well. There’s all kindsa rich people on those sites. They love gettin’ off to pretty pieces of ass like you.”

“And he even ended up tipping enough tokens to cover my bills that month,” you rose up on your knees, straddling him again. “He had to have been a celebrity. Or a CEO. Or a pro hero.”

His grin only widened. “Musta been.”

“Katsuki, I cannot believe you!” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest. “All this time, you’ve been watching me from a burner account?”

“Well, I can’t exactly just put my hero name out there,” he chuckled.

“Because it would be all over the tabloids?” You guessed.

“What? No, because you woulda found out right away. Like I said, I wanted you to come to me first.”

“That’s...really sweet of you, actually,” you sighed. “Thanks, Katsuki. For not telling everybody.”

“Well...”

“...you told Kirishima, didn’t you?”

“I was excited about how hot my new girlfriend was!” He said defensively. “‘N it’s not like he was gonna do anythin’ bad, anyways.”

“Yeah, there’s not a mean bone in that man’s body,” you laughed, sliding back down onto your boyfriend’s chest. “I just can’t believe you. How are you so good at keeping secrets from me?”

“You tried to do the same thing to me,” he pointed out.

“Well, now we’re even. But...I don’t exactly think the world would like knowing that a top hero is dating a camgirl.”

“Like I care.” He rolled his eyes. “You know how popular you’re gonna be when rumors start flyin’?”

“Rumors?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, yeah. Everybody’ll wanna find out if that’s really the pussy that the best pro hero is poundin’ every night.”

“Katsuki!”

“What? It’s true.”

You were quiet as you thought for a moment. “You know, if you sign a model release, your dick can be on cam...”

His face lit up. “You wanna suck this cock in fronta all your loyal fans, baby? Wanna show em what a fuckin’ size queen you really are?”

“Full of ourselves tonight, aren’t we?” You asked dryly.

“You’re gonna be fulla my cum soon enough,” he flirted, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “C’mon, Princess. I gotta get my practice in before I can be your stunt dick.”

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