#then he went back and got the shirt and held it up SO FUCKING PROUDLY for the crowd to see
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22Jul22
This eve of a day filled with magic,
A stage gift made Harry ecstatic:
One dream and one band,
One t-shirt in hand,
Raised proudly, “An absolute classic!”
#larry#harry#harry styles#hslot cologne#harry loves one direction#a fan threw a 1D shirt on stage (thank you for your service you legend)#harry picked it up and stashed it by sarah's drums and excitedly showed it to his bandmates#then he went back and got the shirt and held it up SO FUCKING PROUDLY for the crowd to see#saying it's a classic ... it's a classic ... an absolute classic#all on the day before one direction's 12th anniversary#please#for the love of kevin#let the shirt find its way into a harry post tomorrow#also ... i thought that mom the other night was just wearing a bluegreenish shirt#but NO#she was dressed in a blue top and green pants#and harry was fucking loud as hell#limerick-hs#july 22#2022
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Christmas Sweater
Y/N learns to Knit. Daniel loves it (so fucking much)
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"Happy November first!" Daniel Ricciardo cheered as he came down to his living room on the morning of November first.
It had been a weird morning already. Danny had woken up alone, something he wasn't used to. And, if he did wake up alone, Y/N was usually in the bathroom. Not this time. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.
So, he made his way downstairs. When he heard the television on, things in his head clicked into place. She'd gotten up early and gone downstairs to watch television, of course.
But then Daniel walked into the room and properly looked at what Y/N was doing. She sat on the couch with two thick knitting needles in her hands and yarn on the floor in from of her. Some of the yarn was a lovely dark red, some was white and some was dark green. "What are you doing?"
As far as Daniel was aware, his girlfriend had no idea how to knit. He didn't even know she had knitting needles. But she sat on the couch, knitting away, the two needles clacking together as she went. Her brow was furrowed and her tongue was poking out as she worked. No, Y/N didn't know how to knit.
When she got to a good place to stop, Y/N held up her needles, calling Daniel what she had been working on. "Grandma sent me some supplies so I could make you a Christmas sweater," she answered.
Daniel had a bit of a reputation in the F1 community. A reputation for his Christmas sweaters. The most notorious of the Christmas sweaters? Why, the jingle my bells sweater, of course.
"Baby," he said, drawing out the word as he sat beside her on the sofa. "You don't know how to knit."
She waved him off, dropping one of her needles. It slid out of the yarn, dropping to the floor. "I'm watching Youtube to learn, Danny," she said as she reached down to pick up the needle.
Instead of threading it back through the yarn, Y/N pulled out her other needle, pulled apart her work and started again.
Danny watched her. It was slow work at first, and he soon realised why she started so early on in the year. His eyes focused on her hands as she cast back on and began knitting once again.
Y/N had to stop and start several times before she finally got it right. Daniel sat on the couch with her, arm around her as she worked. Several times she held her knit work against his stomach (taking a moment to touch his abs. But, come on, who could resist?)
It took weeks, near to a month of constant work before Y/N finally finished with Daniel's Christmas jumper. She worked as they travelled, while she was supposed to be watching Daniel race.
It was perfect timing, really. She got it finished just before December began. Wrapping it up, Y/N placed it in a box, wrapped the box and finished it with a bow.
She gave it to Daniel on the first of December, exactly a month after he'd seen her start to make it. It was red with little green stripes and white reindeers that was clearly having sex.
"I love it," he said as soon as he unwrapped it. "You couldn't have done anything more perfect for me."
"Try it on then!" Y/N urged.
So, Daniel did exactly as she asked and tried on the jumper. He didn't take it off for the entire month of December. No matter what country he was in, he stayed in his Christmas jumper. No matter how hot and sweaty he got, he stayed in his Christmas jumper.
The best part of it? Y/N learnt how to knit. She began knitting everything. So, so many hats for winter. Gloves and scarves and blankets and sweaters and tops and bags. Anything Y/N could make, she did.
Daniel wore it all proudly. Where he used to wear his Red Bull and AlphaTauri shirts, he now wore whatever Y/N knitted for him.
#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo smut#daniel ricciardo x reader smut#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo fluff#dr3#dr3 imagine#dr3 x reader#f1#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula one#formula one imagine#formula one x reader#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader
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𓆩♡𓆪 SMILE FOR THE CAMERA - KAGEYAMA TOBIO.
characters: kageyama tobio x f!reader
cw: established relationship + titsjob + oral (m!receiving)
note from nis: it’s been a long time since i last posted any writings on here. life got in the way 🙄 anyway! enjoy this drabble i wrote for kageyama! i personally think he'd be into titsjob ugh that man
“take off your shirt,” kageyama commanded. his gaze stared straight into your eyes— sitting on your knees, obedient for him. you batted your eyelashes at him and did as told.
the baby blue t-shirt was pulled over your head and gently thud on the floor. kageyama’s breath hitched seeing your perky tits, so nice and full. he held back a groan from escaping his mouth.
“suck my cock like you mean it, baby,” his palm tugged on your hair and pushed your head onto his rock hard cock— standing proudly at six, no, seven a half inch in your face. the tip of his cock shyly blushed in reddish pink and you swore you have never seen anything prettier than kageyama’s cock.
you inhaled a deep breath, hands down the most nervous state you have ever been. your hand grabbed the base of his cock before putting his pretty cock in your mouth. his length slowly invading your warm mouth and your saliva slowly coated around his girth.
kageyama is especially eager today. don’t know what had gotten to him but he is being so… mean. he pushed your head until his cock hit the back of your throat resulting in you gagging on it.
your eyes watered, stinging from the lack of breath. kageyama could care less and he continued to abuse your mouth and throat. you gave in— every piece of you to him in this state.
the warm feel of your mouth tasted so fucking good. he couldn’t get enough of it so he pushed his cock harder and his hips snapped faster. your lips wrapped around his cock so fucking tight that it hurt.
kageyama harshly loosened the fist around your hair and pulled out. “hold those pretty tits for me, baby,” he said in a raspy voice. he didn’t moan too much just now. just some heavy pants and curses under his breath.
you brought both of your hands to your tits and pushed them upwards. kageyama’s cock slid in between your tits. your saliva that used to coat his cock now smeared the valley of your breasts.
“f-feels so good, tobio,” you moaned breathily. kageyama’s gaze shot up to yours, seeing beads of sweats covering the crown of your head.
“touch yourself. i want to see you come just from my cock touching these tits that i love so fucking much,” kageyama hissed. the urge to come was overwhelming and he distracted his mind to last longer.
you spread your thighs a little, giving you space to rub your fingers on the sensitive clit. the slit alone was drenched with arousal after blowing kageyama just now. the friction made you gasp in shock but you continued to rub on the bundle of nerves while kageyama took his turn to press on your tits together.
this view is way too obscene. but who gives a fuck when no one else is here to witness it?
you tipped your head back, tightness started coiling in your stomach. your fingers desperately rubbed on your clit trying to chase your high as kageyama fucked your tits like a mad man.
the valley of your breasts is now slicked with arousal. kageyama’s eyes shut momentarily. he let out a guttural moan before he finally pulled his cock away from your breasts and shot his come all over your breasts and face.
you gasped as the hot thick spurts of come painted your pretty face and tits. the upper part of your body is now sticky and white.
kageyama let out a hasty breath as he watched the view before him. he whipped his phone and turned it to you. “smile for the camera, baby. there’s my fucking girl.” a flash went off and he smiled in satisfaction.
“what was that for?!” you asked angrily, worried if he had lost his mind posting the nasty pic.
the corner of his lips turned into a grin. “for the memories. don’t worry, pretty. no one will ever get to see you like this. you’re mine and only mine,” he bent at his waist, hot breath touching the shell of your earlobe.
“now lay back and let me have a taste of your pretty little cunt,” kageyama said as he pushed you on your back and spread your thighs wider.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu!! smut#hq smut#kageyama tobio#kageyama tobio x reader#kageyama tobio smut#kageyama smut
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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.
Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.
We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”
“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.
Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”
It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.
While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.
Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”
Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.
I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”
And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”
I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)
I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”
Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.
Bury me now. I am done for.
I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!
It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.
And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.
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Kwak Jiseok fanfic~~☆
I can do better than that stupid little toy
💋warnings::SMUT
💋pairings::dom!Gaon x sub!fem!reader
💋genre::fingering, oral, creampie (wrap it before you tap it ;) biting, MULTIPLE orgasms, hair pulling, I think that's it
A/N:: listened to cpr while reading this. NOT THE WHOLE TIME JUST AS OF THE PAST FEW DAYS this fanfic has been rotting in my drafts for months 😨
You were home alone trying some new positions and sexual ideas on your bed. You heard that blocking out one of your senses heightens all of your other senses. So if you remove your ability to see your ability to feel, taste, hear and smell will go up. During sex it mainly increases your sense of feeling though. Acknowledging every single inch of skin against yours, every grain of your toys inside you.
So you were testing this theory. You put on your headphones and turned on some sensual music to get you in the mood. The lights were turned low and the volume of your music was high. The setting was perfect. You then started doing your thing. It wasn't long before you found your walls latched onto your vibrator and moans escaping your throat and a name that would only be heard by the insides of your bedroom walls.
"Jiseok~"
You'd moan out as you pictured his everything. His hands grabbing your skin harshly, his teeth biting at your collar bones, his tongue swirling circles on every inch of your body, and the way he moans and whimpers for you. The way he calls you his "Good girl~" after every sentence and the way he'll beg for you to fuck him, only for you to do the same to him.
You had made a mess of your bed as your vibrator hit all the right spots making you cum again. Your eyes shut tight. Unbeknownst to you Gaon had just entered your room and found you pleasing yourself. Your eyes peered open to see Jiseok standing there blushing and seeming almost slightly irritated. You got embarrassed and immediately closed your legs, sat up, and took off your headphones.
"Jiseok, I didn't know you'd be home this...early" you tried to fill in the awkward silence by speaking but Gaon only set his bag down before crawling on top of you. "J-Jiseok?" You blushed as his eyes scanned you carefully and lustfully. "Say something?" You pleaded. Gaon grinned before replying.
"You like this little toy more than me?" He said with frustration.
"No I just, you weren't here and I-" you tried to explain before he started licking your neck. You moaned softly and held his hair for support. He bit down on your skin as his hands rubbed your arms and hips. He kept nibbling your neck and shoulders before his long hands slid up your torso. "Ah-Jiseok~" his hand groped you as he drew circles on your neck with his tongue. You shut your eyes tight and whimpered as he played with you like you were now the toy.
"My baby likes that hm?" He teased as he sat his thighs beside your hips. You nodded your head and gave up on even speaking. "I don't need that useless little toy to make you cum, I'll show you~" he smirked as he then lowered one of his legs between your thighs. You subconsciously thrusted up into his thigh and he chuckled lowly. His mouth still leaving marks all over your neck and shoulders. You grabbed his back harshly and you watched as his shirt wrinkled under your grasp.
"Please don't stop~" you whined as you kept rolling your hips against his. He chuckled proudly at your words.
"Let's get this shirt off you hm?" He said as he pulled the bottom of your shirt up all the way over your head and to the floor. "Much better~" he cooed as he went down to kiss and lick your chest and cleavage.
"I want you-inside me~" you whimpered as Gaon cocked a brow at you.
"Oh? You want to replace that toy with me hm?" He teased as he moved his mouth down to your clit. He started licking it harshly but still being gentle not to hurt you. He then ran his tongue along the folds of your entrance up to the top of your clit. You let out a long, distorted, moan. He seemed to be taking things nice and slow for the first time in forever.
Jiseok continued to run his tongue along you slowly. Every centimeter he moved made you clench around nothing and your hands grasp the sheets. Small whimpers escaped you. "Please Jiseok~" you moaned out despite not knowing what you wanted.
"What do you want baby~?" He said in a teasing tone as he looked up at you from between your legs.
"J-Just you...fuck I just want you~" you whimpered as he nibbled at your legs.
"Be a good girl and you'll get my cock." He said in a raspy voice before he continued to bite between your thighs. You nodded as you whimpered at feeling of him sucking skin to create hickies. His hands ran up and down the outer side of your hips and thighs. "Keep your legs open." Gaon stated as he quickly inserted a finger into you. You moaned loudly and jerked your legs closed a bit. "No, no, dear try again. Keep your legs all the way open." He took out his finger again and re-inserted it just as fast and hard as last time. This time you only flinched a little at the feeling of his ring going through your layers. "That was good love~" he smirked as he curled his middle finger inside you.
"A-ah~ feels so mng-good~" you moaned out as he inserted another finger, one with a ring on it. He knows how much you love when he keeps his rings on while finger fucking you despite the cum on it later. "I wanna cum~" you whined out in a hoarse voice but Jiseok just smirked.
"Oh you'll be cumming more than once tonight baby~" he chuckled as he started moving in and out of you faster. "Isn't that right? I'll fuck you so good until you can't even move your legs." He felt you clenching onto his fingers but his pace did not slow one bit.
"Y-Yes ah! Fuck!" You started breathing heavily before arching your back into his hands. As his fingers kept moving you felt warm liquid dripping between his fingers.
"That's what I thought," Gaon smirked before he took out his fingers and licked them quickly. He then grabbed your hips softly and started licking up your cum from your thighs. He groaned softly as he did so. "So good," he said before licking up more. When he was satisfied he backed up at you saw strings of your arousal connect to his mouth that was dripping with cum and saliva.
You whimpered and clenched at just the sight of him like this. He then quickly inserted two fingers from his opposite hand, both had rings on. He started at an already fast pace and everytime he pushed down he'd curl his fingers ever so slightly. "I'm making you feel better than that little toy huh?" He teased and you nodded in response. "I don't need any little trinket to get you to cum so so hard~" he smiled as he leaned closer to you.
He slowed down the pace again, gently thrusting in and out of you. He leaned back to look at the beautiful sight beneath him. You all fucked up with his fingers buried inside you, your hair all messed up and tangled, your face red, your mouth hung open in a perfect O shape. He slowly started curling his fingers and one of his rings hit your G-spot.
"Fuck! A-ah~" you gasped out at the cold metal hitting you slowly. He then slipped his fingers back out of you before putting them back in and thrusting just as fast as before. "A-Ah! Jiseok! Jiseok f-Fuck~" you already felt like cumming again but you knew he wouldn't let that happen. He continued this process of going extremely rough and fast, to slow and gentle when you were just about to tip over the edge.
He did this for 20 minutes, which doesn't sound long but when your just about to cum, your legs shaking, chest heavy, back arched. Once he noticed a tear dripping from your eye he finally let you cum.
"You've been so good my love," he said as he suddenly picked up the pace again. "I'll show you how good I can make you feel~" He rubbed your clit while still thrusting into with his rings still on, but slowly slipping off from all the arousal.
You finally tipped over the edge and came. Hard. You hadn't really realized what had happened until a sly smirk appeared on Jiseok's face. "My baby really liked that hm?" He said as he examined the cum on the sheets and on his shirt.
"I...I didn't mean to-" you sat up and started to explain but Gaon just pinned you back down to the bed.
"Don't apologize. After cumming like that you deserve a little prize~" he smirked before undoing his jeans. He slipped off all his clothing and positioned you the way you like. "You comfortable my love?" He asked softly as he slowly opened your legs. You nodded with a little whimper. "You ready?" He asked as he tucked back some of your hair.
"Yeah," you said in anticipation. He slowly inserted his dick into you and you could scream at the feeling. He heethed harshly as he felt your warmth clench around him. You threw your head back and let out a breathy moan.
"Your so tight," he chuckled and you laughed lightly yourself. "I fucking love it." He smirked as his full length into you, hitting right into your G-spot. "Such a good little slut," Jiseok rasped before moving out of you slowly, then back in. You grabbed his hair hard.
"Go faster~" you moaned as you tugged his hair. At that one request he instantly started moving faster. "Oh my fuck~" you whimpered as you felt his hips hit yours.
"You like that baby?" He said as he went faster than you had expected. "You feel so good Y/N~" he groaned as he felt his high approaching already. "I didn't want to admit this but-" he hissed through his teeth at the pleasure again. "I've been so horny this whole time," he whimpered and kept thrusting into you. Your back arched so far now you couldn't feel the bed on your back.
He kept a steady fast pace as he repeatedly hit that sweet, gummy, spot inside you. "I'm gonna-fuck" you moaned loudly and grabbed his back, clawing at it like your life depended on it.
"I'm almost there too baby, cmon love~" just as he had finished his sentence he took his cock out of you and came. All along your stomach and your left thigh. At the exact same time you also came, not as hard as before because honestly you didn't have much of it left in you, but it felt amazing to cum at the same time as him. He instantly laid down on top of you while panting.
"You did so good my love," he said before kissing you repeatedly. "So good," he said before kissing you more. "Do you need anything?" He said as played with your hair.
"Water, then sleep," you chuckled.
"Alright babe. I'm on it,"
#xdinary heroes#xdh imagines#xdh smut#xdinari hero fanfic#xdinary heroes fluff#xdh#xdh fluff#xdh x reader#xh gaon#xh jungsu#kwak jiseok
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Securing Reservations | Billy Butcher x m!reader
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↳ ❝ heyyy bud, is me Aldo on a brand new blog and I have a request :]
If you could write the prompt "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard! You fucking bastard!" Whit Billy Butcher from the boys and an m!reader I would absolutely adore that!
Like maybe getting kicked out of a restaurant somehow or just him arguing whit somebody about restaurant reservations, also some soothing from the reader afterwards, anything unhinged and possibly gore-y is welcomed :]
Have a nice night too! - @slutordo ❞
: ̗̀➛ getting reservations for swank restaurants is a ball ache, but when it comes to you, Butcher is at least willing to try... however that looks.
: ̗̀➛ eyeball gore, gore, fighting, swearing, smoking
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You and Billy had decided a while ago that Sundays would be your date nights, as usually, there wasn’t much going on those days and it tended to be a lot quieter than normal; you both took turns planning where you would go and when, and while his ideas were often relatively small and intimate, yours weren’t exactly huge and extravagant either.
The biggest thing that the two of you ever did for date night was when you had had the idea of going into the city centre to check out the holiday markets that were littered along the high street; stalls adorned with various cheeses and chocolates and beers, clothing and jewellery, different little trinkets as well as every form of media from old school vinyls to blu-ray DVDs.
Billy wasn’t huge on the big and flashy, the lavish and luxurious; a pint down the pub and a takeaway chip shop meal would do just fine and he could grin and brag about it for the next week.
Yet, he knew that you deserved better than that; he scrimped and saved and skimped whatever he could, knowing that you deserved better than a pint down the pub and some shit Chinese takeaway.
He was trying his best, for fuck’s sake.
It was Saturday night, when Billy found a fancy restaurant that was taking cash reservations, but there were only a select few left, and the queue consisted of him and some fucking Vought cunt who proudly wore the company’s name on his briefcase beside his full name - Sean Patrick Bale; Billy clenched his jaw, eyeing him up.
He was muscular in build, but the type of muscle that was lended more to starvation and constant exercise rather than actual strength; neatly styled dark brown hair that came down to his white shirt collar; hazel eyes that were full of malice and contempt.
He wore a long black coat that went down to his calves, designer black shoes, designer black blazer, designer black trousers. Designer white shirt. Designer red tie with a subtle white pattern.
Billy knew the type, shallow and all shout flaunting Daddy’s money; he knew the type, middle class White men from suburbia who got into the big business because Daddy got him a high position job.
The type of cunt who went to that type of restaurant frequently; clearing his throat, Billy dared to approach, tapping him on the shoulder as he smiled falsely.
“Sean!” He hoped he sounded friendly enough as he leaned back slightly. “What are you doing here?”
Sean looked disgusted, sneering at Billy as he scoffed. “Who are you?”
Billy grinned, licking his lips. “Y’know, Donald! From accounting!”
Sean rolled his eyes, he never much cared about those on the floors beneath his office, so he sighed, and upon realising there were other people around, forced himself to smile. “Right! How could I ever forget! I’m so sorry, Donald! What are you doing here?”
Gotcha. Billy did his best not to laugh as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, smiling. “Well, I was just gonna book a reservation for me and my… partner.”
Don’t be too obvious, Butcher. He knew what Sean was like, the contempt held for anyone different. He had to watch his fucking mouth, but Sean merely shrugged as he nodded slowly.
“What a coincidence,” Sean hummed. “So am I.”
“Tell you what,” Billy hummed, taking a quick look around. “Why don’t we got a smoke, eh? Only us two here, anyway.”
Sean was apprehensive, but shrugged as he followed Billy into the alleyway; the fucking cunt kept muttering under his breath about how much he hated to spend time with underlings, and once the two were well out of earshot and eyesight, Sean sneered at Billy once again.
“Look, man, I’m not in any position to fucking promote scum like you,” he started, “and I’m certainly not going to fucking promote someone who dresses like he hasn’t seen an iron in years… do you even summer outside of the State? No. You’re just a-”
Billy didn’t hesitate, grabbing the back of Sean’s head and slamming it against the nearest wall; the bloody imprint stayed there as Billy dragged Sean’s face up and down the harsh bricks, slowly grating away the sloughing skin right down to the muscle.
But Billy wasn’t done, putting Sean on the floor and straddling his waist; he brought his fist up, slamming it down against his face again and again and again until he could hear the crunch of teeth falling from gums. The grinding of bone.
But the cunt was still breathing, so Billy pulled the knife from his back pocket, and shoved the blade into Sean’s eye; he could feel it pop as it deflated upon the blade, blood and fluid spurting as he dragged the knife out before slamming it into the other eye. He grinned as the blood spat upon his face.
“Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard!” Billy howled, plunging the knife into Sean’s throat and dragging it down to his sternum. “You fucking bastard!”
Panting heavily, Billy got up, and wiped the blood from his face on the back of his leather jacket before he went back to the restaurant; the only one in the queue, he managed to get the very last one available, and relief crashed over him like wildfire as he smiled calmly.
He checked his phone, and nearly grinned when he realised that he had a text from you asking to meet at the end of the street; a slight skip in his step, he was surprised when you prevented him from hugging you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows.
“What’d I do?”
You gestured to the wet patch on his leather jacket, daring to smile a little. “Care to explain?”
Billy shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to you. “Nothin’ really, just some cunt from Vought got in me way.”
“Billy,” you gently took his hand, examining his knuckles. “Look at your hand, love.”
He did as told, his gaze dropping to his knuckles for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak; but he knew that you were already a step ahead, as usual and as always, so he just raised his brow slightly, and frowned. “What?”
“I appreciate what you did,” you said soothingly, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to his bloodied and bruised knuckles. “But you don’t have to get violent, y’know. I would’ve been okay to have gone anywhere else.”
Billy scoffed, taking a step back as he lit up the two cigarettes. “Would you, though?”
You nodded, taking a long drag as you hummed. “Bills, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy to be and do whatever the fuck. I do not give a pig’s tit, as long as I’m with you.”
“I got the reservation.”
You grinned, doing your best not to laugh as you shook your head so fondly. “Fuck’s sake… you’re a nightmare, y’know, my favourite fucking nightmare.”
At that, Billy grinned. He knew that he had done right by you, and if he was honest?
The fight had taken a lot of the frustrations of the week from him as well; he was just about ready to take you home, to spend the night doing whatever you liked, and then getting to bed quite early.
He wasn’t so tense about everything, and he wasn’t so on edge either. But then he looked into your eyes, and even more of that tension dropped as he gently reached for your hand and held it rather tightly; not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that you would know he was actually listening, and that he did actually want you to open your mouth.
“You’re too good for me,” he told you. “Y’know that, don’t you?”
You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Billy. I’m your boyfriend. As far as I’m concerned? We’re good enough for each other as long as we’re happy.”
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The Competition
Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader
18+ Only.
Second entry for my new smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story. The next few one shots are all Christmas themed because they are from the Christmas chapters of my story. So happy Christmas in May!
Word count: 2354
Summary: Some sweet Christmas fluff and a snowball fight leads to a sexy competition between you and Bucky.
Need to know: Fluff and Smut. Subby Bucky. Oral sex, prostate stimulation, choking, overstimulation.
Please do not copy or post this anywhere.
Feedback is always welcome :)
You woke up later than usual, sitting up to stretch your sore muscles; Bucky was gone, his side of the bed long cold. The past few days had been a whirlwind of Christmas festivities—ice skating with Bucky in Central Park had been the highlight. The super soldier would have fallen on his face if it hadn’t been for your hands keeping him steady.
The sound of Christmas music brought a smile to your lips. You slipped your feet into fuzzy slippers and pulled one of Bucky’s henleys over your head before making your way to the living room.
You paused and leaned against the wall; Bucky was sitting in the middle of the room, which he had decorated while you were asleep, trying to wrap a gift. You bit back a laugh as he shook his hand in an attempt to get a piece of tape to lay straight and huffed in annoyance when it just stuck together.
“Need some help there, Buck?”
Bucky looked up and smiled. “Good afternoon; I was about to come check your pulse.”
You stood next to him and ran your hands through his hair. “Whatever—what are you doing?”
“Well, I put the decorations up, and I went to pick up your gift—I wanted to have everything done before you got up, but the tape is holding me up.”
You giggled and sat on your knees next to him. “Here, let me help.” You took his hand and peeled off the failed pieces of tape. “You hold the paper; I’ll do the tape.”
Bucky did as you said and smiled proudly at you when it was done. “My first time wrapping a gift in decades—it could have gone worse.”
“You’re so cute; come here,” You giggled and pulled him by his shirt to your lips; he tasted like gingerbread flavored coffee and peppermints—a swirl of Christmas on your tongue. “I love the decorations; it feels like a real Christmas now.”
“And look,” Bucky pulled you off the ground and to the kitchen window. “It’s snowing!”
“Oh fuck yes!” You turned to Bucky with keen eyes, and you didn’t have to say anything else.
“Get dressed; I wanna take you somewhere.”
“Okay!” You said giddily.
Bucky kissed you before you could pull away, sliding his hands up the back of your thighs to squeeze your ass. He gave it a light smack before letting you go.
“Hey, what was that for?” You pushed his chest playfully.
“You know you can’t wear this shirt without repercussions. Now hurry before I change my mind about letting you out of bed today.”
You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Okay, but maybe you can keep me confined to the bed tonight.”
“Go,” Bucky laughed and pushed you away.
“That’s a yes!” You called over your shoulder.
**
Prospect Park's greenery, which typically served as an oasis in the concrete jungle, was covered in white as snow fell from the grey sky. As you and Bucky strolled hand-in-hand, you passed several groups of kids, excited to have a snow day, and a few committed joggers bundled up against the cold.
“This was my favorite place to come with Steve when we were kids.”
Bucky paused to stare wistfully at the winter scenery. You were far enough into the park now that the children’s laughter had faded, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away.
You smiled as you watched him relive his youth—imaging him and Steve running through the park, maybe one or two of Bucky’s sisters tagging along.
“It’s beautiful—especially now with the snow.” You held out your gloved hands to catch the falling snowflakes. “It’s nice and quiet too—at least compared to Central Park.”
“Yeah, I figured we both needed that today.” Bucky grinned as he watched you stick your tongue out to catch snowflakes. “You’re a dork.”
“No, I’m not; you just don’t like to have fun.” You skipped away from him and threw yourself on the ground to make a snow angel. “Come on!”
Bucky stood over you, watching you spread your arms and legs out in the snow. “I’m already cold enough as it is.”
You quickly sat up and yanked his arm until he joined you in the snow.
“Fine,” Bucky grumbled as he laid back next to you.
You admired your work, quickly snapping a picture with your phone. “You’re so big,” you giggled as you laid down in the snow angel Bucky had made.
“Maybe you’re just extra small,” Bucky teased as he knelt over you to kiss your lips.
You tried to grab his face to keep him attached to you, but he jerked back when your snow-covered mittens touched his skin.
“Oops, sorry—I forgot.” You quickly discarded your gloves and grabbed Bucky’s face, kissing him again.
“You know your hands are still freezing, right?” Bucky complained but made no move to remove your cold hands from his skin.
“Well, I can’t help myself, not when you have snowflakes in your eyelashes and somehow look both adorable and so fuckable at the same time.”
Bucky rolled his eyes but leaned in to kiss you again. “So, you can’t control yourself, and I gotta suffer?”
I’ll warm them up,” You laughed as you slid your hands into Bucky’s hair. “I gotta keep ‘em right here until they’re warm.”
“Fine by me,” Bucky smiled and continued kissing you. He moved his lips to your ear and then down to your neck, seeking out your sweet spot with expertise. He couldn’t resist, he was so happy, and you were so perfect—he didn’t care that he could feel the snow seeping through his jeans and his gloves or that you were very much in public.
“Buck—wha—what are you doing?” You squirmed under him, trying to resist wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Kissing you,” Bucky murmured.
“Doing a little more than that—" Your breath hitched as Bucky laid his weight on top of you, his big warm body absolutely swallowing you whole. “Buck—" you tried to protest, but your thoughts turned to dust as Bucky bit your neck and then soothed the area with his warm tongue.
You wrapped your legs around his waist then, no longer able to resist.
“You like that, doll?”
“You know I do—you’re starting something you can’t finish, Barnes.” You arched your back as much as you could under his weight. “You ever fucked someone in the snow?”
Bucky chuckled against your skin, rubbing his cold nose along the column of your throat. “I can’t say that I have, you?”
“It’s a very bad idea.”
“So, that’s a yes—" Bucky was interrupted by the sudden sting of cold snow against the side of his face. “I know you did not just do that.”
You were already laughing underneath him as you hurried and formed another snowball. You threw it at his chest when he sat up.
Bucky looked at the snow splattered on his jacket with shock before he quickly pinned your hands to the ground, leaning over you again. “You’ve got 10 seconds to run.”
Bucky quirked an eyebrow, knowing his effect on you, and then let you go.
You quickly scrambled to your feet, grabbed your gloves, and put them back on as you ran into the trees, laughing the whole way.
You hopped over a fallen tree and ducked behind it, quickly forming as many snowballs as possible. You strained your ears but couldn’t hear Bucky at all.
Stupid quiet assassin.
You chanced a peek around and saw nothing but snow and trees. The snowball was unexpected when it hit you directly in the face. You gasped in shock and quickly ducked back down.
Okay, I’m gonna kill him.
You wiped your face and grabbed two snowballs. When you popped up, Bucky was waiting, a few feet away behind a tree. You dodged the snowball he sent your way and threw both of yours as hard as possible.
“That was not cool, Barnes!” You ducked again as another ball of snow came your way.
“Don’t be a sore loser!”
You were still at it an hour later, both too stubborn and competitive to stop when normal people would have. You could hardly feel your hands and feet—both yours and Bucky’s noses were bright red, and you had ventured several miles into the park as you ran from him.
“Doll—I think we should head back now.”
Bucky groaned as you threw another snowball at his chest. He wasn’t hiding anymore.
“So, does that mean I win?”
“No! No, it means the game is over—you’re gonna get frostbite.”
“Someone has to win, Bucky! And you’re quitting so—"
“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”
You came out from behind the tree you used as cover and crossed your arms. “I may have lost feeling in my hands and feet—but I—"
“No,” Bucky ran to you and scooped you up into his arms. “It’s a tie, and we’re going home. I would like you to keep all your fingers and toes, please.”
You rolled your eyes. “A tie,” you mumbled. “I won.”
“Yeah, yeah—if you won, it’s only because I let you.”
“You let me?!” You indignantly huffed. “You put me down right now, Barnes. This is not over.”
“Counter proposal.” Bucky shook his head at the frown on your face. “New competition when we get home—first one to make the other come wins.”
You threw your head back in laughter. “Easy, you’re on.”
**
Your face was still flushed. The smile you always wore after Bucky gave you the best orgasms of your life showed no signs of wavering as you moved around his kitchen. Bucky’s blush was deeper than you had ever seen in it. You had easily (and quickly) won the contest by introducing him to a pleasure zone he hadn’t realized he had.
**
Bucky’s tongue froze, and his muscles tightened. “What are you doing?”
You pulled your mouth off him with a pop. “Just relax,” you sat back on his chest and reached behind you for the lube. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Bucky took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, letting you spread his legs open. He flinched when the cold lube made contact with his skin.
“If you wanna win, you better get back to work.” You wiggled your hips in his face, and he dove back in.
He tried to ignore your finger as it slowly slid inside him, focusing on getting you off on his tongue. But that was nearly impossible once you started moving.
“Oh fuck!” Bucky gripped your hips tighter as your finger slowly curled inside of him. “What the hell—what are you—oh god, yes! Don’t stop!”
You sped up the come-hither motion of your finger, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.
**
He was still blushing as he helped you make lunch—chopping vegetables and refusing to meet your eyes.
“What do you think? Should I add one or two chicken breasts?” You wiggled your fingers at him over the open fridge door.
“Uh—two, I guess,” Bucky quickly looked away, knowing you were toying with him.
“Are you sure that won’t make us feel stuffed too full?”
“Very funny,” Bucky mumbled, not looking up from his cutting board.
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. Sometimes he was too adorable and innocent for his own good—and you ate it up like fucking candy. You swatted his toned ass when you passed by him. “The vegetables look great; good boy,” you purred in his ear, deepening his blush.
**
Bucky couldn’t keep up; the taste of you on his tongue was just driving him closer to orgasm. You added a second finger, and an involuntary low groan left his lips as he threw his head back. He’d never felt anything like this—white-hot pleasure throughout his entire body. It seemed to start in his curled toes and burn through every nerve up to his watering eyes.
You paused and moved from his chest to between his legs—his fingers weakly clung to your soft hips as you slipped from his grasp. You wanted to see the look on his face when he came for you.
Your fingers slipped back in, and you wrapped your lips around his leaking shaft, moaning at the whine that left his throat.
Bucky had lost complete control—his hands gripped the sheets, and his hips alternated between thrusting into the wet heat of your mouth and grinding down onto your fingers. A constant string of expletives left his mouth in various octaves ranging from a shout to a pained whimper.
You moaned and pulled your mouth off him. “Come on, baby, be a good boy and come for me.” You swallowed him again and moved your fingers in tight, fast circles.
“Fuck! Oh fuck—oh—Jesus doll—oh,” Bucky groaned and pushed your head down, shoving his throbbing cock deep into your throat as he came.
An almost painful pleasure surrounded him until he couldn’t breathe. It was never-ending and all-consuming—he felt it everywhere. He was barely aware that his hand was still in your hair as he kept his cock in your throat while your fingers milked him dry.
You didn’t have the patience to wait for him to catch his breath before you were fucking yourself silly on his sensitive but still rock-hard cock.
“Oh—doll—too much, please,” Bucky gripped your hips to make you stop.
You leaned forward, not stopping the frantic slide of your tight walls over his cock, and clamped your hand around his throat. Your pussy fluttered as you watched his eyes go wide.
“Whose dick is this?” you gasped as you pushed yourself closer to orgasm.
“Yours—all yours!” Bucky groaned when your fingers tightened around his throat. “Take it—use me, please.”
“That’s it.” You sat up, keeping your hand around his neck, and fucked him hard and fast. “Such a good boy.”
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Taste
[cw: blood drinking]
It was thrilling to have someone so young and warm and alive as his lover. It only made the long-standing hatred between vampires and werewolves nonsensical. Why wouldn't they want to be with someone who had so much energy? Salim certainly did. And he fell a little more in love with Jason every time the werewolf laughed at one of Salim's jokes or kept up with Salim's teasing banter.
Tonight they were in the barn of Jason's farm. Jason had proudly given Salim a tour earlier that evening. Salim loved seeing Jason with the animals: he was so gentle with them, petting them and encouraging Salim to do the same. After the tour they went to the barn where Jason spread out a blanket and pulled Salim down with him. Salim wasted no time in cuddling up next to the werewolf so he could feel Jason's warmth. Thoughtlessly, he skimmed his nose across Jason's throat where his pulse beat.
“How come you don't bite me?” Jason asked him. The question surprised Salim. He tilted his head up and met Jason's eyes. “I bite you all the time,” Jason went on, fingers touching a spot on Salim's shoulder where his teeth sank in only a few minutes ago.
“I assumed that was how werewolves show affection,” Salim mused.
“It is,” Jason agreed, and Salim understood the problem: because he wasn't biting Jason, the werewolf wasn't receiving the affection he expected.
“Forgive me, habibi, I never meant to deny you affection.” He brushed his fingers through Jason's hair. “I thought I was doing well with that.” Salim pressed a kiss to Jason's throat and the werewolf sighed. “Vampires only bite when they feed,” Salim explained.
“Oh.” Jason's pulse was picking up and Salim held still as he realized where this was going. Slowly he opened his mouth and touched his fangs to the skin of Jason's throat. The werewolf's pulse jumped again, his head craning back. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Salim...”
Salim's fangs broke through the skin and he tasted Jason's blood. Jason shuddered and the next beat of his heart pushed more blood against Salim's lips. The taste was an odd mixture of animal and human. He swallowed his mouthful and licked the spot, moving on to bite Jason in another spot. The werewolf groaned, tugging Salim closer and curling his fingers in the vampire's hair to keep him in place.
Jason gripped Salim's clothes and he pulled back just long enough to strip both of their shirts off before sinking his teeth into Jason's flesh again. Salim only took a mouthful of blood each bite, and gradually felt it working through him. When he got to the werewolf's nipples, Salim sucked and licked each one to hard nubs before biting. Jason moaned and squirmed under him. It wasn't entirely a surprise when he got down to the werewolf's hips to find a bulge pressing against the crotch of Jason's jeans.
“Roll over,” Salim told him.
“Why?” Jason huffed. “You gonna bite my ass?”
“Yes.” Salim flashed his teeth, no doubt stained red with Jason's blood. The werewolf shivered and did as he was told. “Good boy,” Salim praised him.
“Fuck you,” Jason retorted.
Salim chuckled and reached to unbutton Jason's jeans, pulling them and the werewolf's underwear down enough to expose his firm ass. And as promised, Salim bit him. Jason gave a little jerk before settling. Salim bit him again, each bite getting closer to Jason's hole. He gripped one cheek and opened Jason just enough to expose the tight ring of muscles.
“Oh, shit,” Jason whined out. He restlessly wiggled, clearly wanting his jeans off so he could spread his legs out more. His pleasure was arousing. Salim licked along the hole and Jason let out a cry. Salim did it again, slower, pressing the tip of his tongue against the small opening. Jason let out another whine and bend himself as an offering. “Salim, please,” he choked out.
Salim pulled Jason's pants off and the werewolf wiggled in relief, spreading his legs out wide. Salim couldn't resist biting his ass again. Jason made a low pleasurable noise in his throat. Salim bit him again and again, making his way back to that tight hole where he pushed his tongue in.
“Fuck,” Jason sighed. His cock was already hard and dripping in precum. Salim mentally scolded himself for not realizing Jason's desire to be bitten sooner. He pushed his tongue in deeper, stroking against Jason's walls, hoping this would make up for it.
Salim guided his tongue into a rhythm against Jason, hand going between the werewolf's legs to stroke his cock in time. One of Salim's favorite things was listening to Jason: the werewolf was so vocal, yipping and moaning and growling low in his throat. It made Salim want to move his tongue faster and pump harder. He brushed a bead of precum off Jason's tip.
“So close,” Jason warned. “So fuckin' good.” Salim responded by stroking Jason faster still, plunging his tongue in as deep as it could go. Jason let out a wolf-like howl when he came, his legs trembling in an effort to hold himself up while Salim's tongue continued to work. The moment Salim moved his tongue away, Jason was turning around and sinking his teeth into Salim's shoulder.
“You've been waiting to do that,” Salim guessed.
“Drove me fuckin' crazy not to,” Jason agreed with another affectionate bite. This time Salim returned it with a bite of his own. “What's it taste like?” Jason wondered.
“Your blood? Mm, hard to describe. It's not...” Salim hesitated before admitting: “It's less pleasant than I expected. I can only take a mouthful at a time.” Jason went still and Salim hurriedly said, “I'm sorry.”
“Salim,” Jason frowned, eyeing him. “Are you seriously apologizin' for not likin' how my blood tastes?”
“You're a werewolf, habibi; I think your blood is naturally unpleasant to my kind.”
“Still sounds like you're apologizin',” Jason pointed out. He nipped at Salim's jaw. “You don't taste that good either, ya know. I don't hate it, but how you taste ain't exactly my favorite. Except your cock.” Jason gave a wolfish grin. “I love how your cock tastes.”
“That's good to know.” Salim felt a bubble of love swell in his chest and expressed affection the werewolf way by biting Jason. “I liked how your ass tasted. I could fuck you with my tongue all night.”
“I won't complain,” Jason assured him, cheeks turning red in a blush. He nuzzled against Salim and the vampire held him close, basking in the warmth. “You're so nice and cool,” Jason sighed. His fingers started working at Salim's clothes. “The fuck are you doin' still dressed?”
“I got carried away biting you,” Salim admitted. Jason smirked at that and helped him out of his clothes. Both were glad to get back into each other's arms. Jason's hand idly ran along Salim's chest, tangling in the hair.
“Love you,” the werewolf declared.
“Love you too,” Salim answered. He leaned in but stopped, remembering he had Jason's blood on his lips. The werewolf wrapped his arms around Salim and pulled their faces close. The kiss was sweet and slow, Jason's tongue licking away the blood.
“You're right,” he hummed, sliding his legs apart to welcome Salim between. “I don't taste good.”
“No,” Salim agreed, gripping onto a thigh and hiking Jason's leg up around him. “You really don't.” Jason chuckled and slid his other leg around Salim to keep him in place.
“Asshole,” he huffed, and sank his teeth once more into the vampire's flesh.
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been thinking very "normal" thoughts about gojo and kishibe recently....i tend to imagine my faves with a few piercings and tattoos but i haven't thought much about getting a matching piercing or tattoo together!! but it sounds fun 😇 like matching lip rings or septum piercings, oooo. maybe a silly tattoo doodle, who knows (write for whoever you know/are more familiar with!)
the pipeline of making fun of gojo to wanting to fuck him is making me disappointed in myself
“but — but i’m scared!” you whimper, and your boyfriend smiles softly.
“babe, you don’t have to get anything, i promise — if you’re uncomfortable or scared, then don’t! i won’t be mad, baby,” he purrs, lacing his fingers in yours and pulling you close. you whine wordlessly then bury your face in his chest, upset; the most you’ve gotten pierced was your ears, but with all of gojo’s tattoos and piercings, you couldn’t help but get curious — which had led to you asking if you could go with him to his next appointment and get your nose pierced while he got his nipples done, and he’d been so excited at the prospect that he’d agreed immediately.
“i just feel like it’ll disappoint you, ‘toru,” you mumble into his black t-shirt, and he sighs and holds the back of your head in one hand.
“i could never be disappointed in you, sweetheart — it’s just not possible!” he kisses the tip of your nose before slotting his against yours and nuzzling your face affectionately. “you can just watch like before, and hold my hand so i don’t back out.”
you laugh a little at the thought. “you never back out of a piercing gig, ‘toru!” you say through a smile, and he mirrors yours with one of his own.
“hey, nipples are a big deal! what if mine fall off, huh?“ he asks, and you just laugh a little more as he leads you into the tattoo parlor.
he’s the only one speaking to his usual guy, and you start to get nervous again as you look around. you know you don’t have to do it, but you’d made up your mind to pierce your septum and you were going to do it. gojo loved your nose, it was one of your favorite features, so you wanted to wear jewelry on it.
your boyfriend notices the way you’d started nervousky fidgeting and takes a sticky note pad on the front desk and grabbing a pen while he’s at it before giving them both to you. “doodle me something, baby!” he says brightly, and you get to it while he talks to his piercer. the little flower you’d doodled in black pen stands out against the white note, and you hand it to him proudly.
a bright grin washes over his face. “thanks so much, hun!” he exclaims, then slides it over to his piercer ( who was also his tattoo guy ) and says, “i want this on the inside of my ring finger too.”
your eyes widen, and you shake your head, but the two men are grinning and his piercer/tattooist has already taken the paper and is walking to the private room where he’d be doing gojo’s stuff. “no, ‘toru, it’s so bad!” you hiss, but he just laughs and shakes his head with a grin.
“it’s better than anything that would have taken you hours of stress if you’d know i was gonna do it — you were happy to doodle for me, and i’m happy to have it on my finger so i can look at it whenever i want!”
you huff in annoyance, pouting, and say, “then i — then i’m gonna pierce my nose!”, and he laughs and slings an arm around your shoulders and leads you to the back, only taking his arm away when told to get in the chair.
neither of you speak of the loud grunt he made when the needle went through his second nipple, nor of the whines that fell from your lips as his tattoo artist penned the little flower you’d doodled on his finger — but both of you more than gush to your friends about your matching septum rings, since he’d held your hand as you got yours done then had gotten his own done when you started to worry about yours.
#rip this got really long#cries#i hoep u like it#satoru goji x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#foulvillain#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#there. fixed it
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the artist & the freak
you know the famous "tattoo artist x florist" trope?
well, i introduce the "D&D club leader x art club member" trope!
part 2 of cigarette duet series
(masterlist)
eddie munson x gender neutral reader
cw: smoking, weed mention, swearing
“Looking for this?” I got up as my precious lighter was being played with and thrown around in some stranger’s hands. Evidently, I got a bit upset.
“I didn’t know Sherlock Holmes lived in Hawkins.” I replied, my objective being both to be sarcastic, but also getting this sunset coloured fella to introduce himself.
“Well, Holmes doesn’t, but Eddie Munson sure does. Now, who might the owner of this badass lighter be?” he held up his hand, referring to the trippy pattern on my lighter. I liked eccentric colors, what can I say?
“Munson, D&D club, right?” He nods, proudly lifting his layered jacket to reveal their iconic custom club shirts.
“How could I not recognise those damn shirts, I made the design myself” I sigh to myself, not thinking much of it.
“Wait wait wait…” the now familiar voice says. “Now, I know I’m quite unforgettable, but I don’t think that’s why you remembered me. You’re the one from the Art Club who helped me make the shirts, right?” he says, looking up in anticipation.
“Holy shit, we’ve met before! That must’ve been like, what, freshman year?” I said, but really I was just thinking out loud. I started laughing and Eddie’s face relaxed a bit, relieved he associated me with the correct art hoe. “No, yeah, I remember! You fucking offered me weed cause you didn’t have money to pay for a proper commission!”
We now both had smiles plastered on our faces, glad that for even a moment we could stay frozen in the good old memories of ‘83.
“You must be Theo Sunwell then.” Eddie shakes his head to get the hair out of the way as he lifts up the lighter once again.
“You made this one yourself?” I nod in reply. As he talks, he paces around, getting slowly closer to me, but I weirdly feel comfortable. “Fuck me, maybe I should raise some actual money to get a sick lighter from you.”
“Don’t sweat it, the way you paid last time was good with me. Now just give me my damn lighter.” My tone was unintentionally aggressive, and this guy had done nothing wrong, so to soften the atmosphere I added a quiet “Please?”, to which he responded by taking a few steps forward.
I realized that maybe a bit more than 15 minutes had passed—Steve and Robin must be worried sick—but hey, I came here to smoke and I’m not leaving until I do just that, so I took the cigarette I had been holding onto this entire time and finally brought it to my lips again. Eddie and I were now surprisingly close: I was sat down on the chair-stone-looking thing from before while he was standing up, my lighter still in his hands. I looked up at him and held my palm open, waiting to finally be reunited with my artwork.
Instead, he just looked at me, spun the lighter’s wheel as the flame came to life and lit up the tip of my cigarette. I laughed, which was a bad involuntary choice, because I ended up coughing, which made Eddie laugh too. He sat down next to me, lighting one of his own as he finally returned my lighter.
We sat like that for a while, smoking in the middle of fucking nowhere as the sky went from orange to a deep blue. Eddie threw the cigarette butt behind him. I got up and I could feel him looking straight through my soul, confused. I walked over, putting the flame out as I picked out his trash and held on to the remaining part of what I just smoked. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he must be wondering “what the fuck is this crazy person doing picking up cigarette butts”.
I looked back at him, straight into his eyes and finally said “What?”, leaving him with more questions than before. He sat up and stretched his back, arms wide open, picking up that I was going to leave soon, yet unbeknownst to him I was already hurrying through the leaves, knowing I scared Robin and Steve to death by not being back already.
“HEY!” I heard a madman scream behind me to get my attention, so I half-turned my head around.
“Same time and place tomorrow?” I don’t answer, I just smile back. I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, and I guess the only way to find out was to show up.
#st4#stranger things 4#st4 no spoilers#eddie munson#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson x reader#swearing#cw smoking#gn reader#stranger things imagines#robin buckley#steve harrington#reader insert#friends to lovers#joseph quinn
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The girls were all packed ready to ride to the lake, we all were I in the kitchen eating a quick snack waiting on Matt to hurry up! "Her takes forever bet you he's pumping it!" Beth said to the girls making them all giggle at the thought.
"So what you girls swimming in? I'm curious and we're not doing much else right now." I asked curiously. Looking at Tiffany with a sly grin.
She got my hint bouncing over to me proudly making her tits heave up and down! She opened her backpack and pulled out a cute blue and black one piece suit that had cuts along the sides and back and a matching sorong to wrap around her hips. I pictured how her ass would look in a suit like that as I smiled.
"oh you'll be grabbing attention in that." I told her as I watched her ass sway ass she headed to the bench by the door.
April snuck up behind me scaring me a bit as her hand smacked my butt. She opened her bag to show off a tiny pink bikini that tied together with little ribbons. I couldn't wait to see it on her tiny body!
"very cute but won't it come undone easy?" I inquired knowing the answer.
Breanna and Emily both walked over to me giggling. They both pulled the long t-shirts they were in up to their necks revealing the fact they had nothing on and would swim that's way as well! The sight of the two sluts in front of me naked has my cock starting to swell up quickly..
The girls in unison spun around giving me a perfect view of 2 nice asses before dropping their shirts back down and then they darted upstairs to check on Matt.
Beth was last up and came up giving me a long kiss before letting me see that she was going to be swimming in a one piece pink and black micro suit getting me excited!
"it barely covers all of my nipples and my pussy will clearly be on display!, And this little thread will fully show off my sexy ass too, but it's not for you today is for every one else." Beth whispered seductively in my ear as she placed her hand on my crotch giving my cock a good squeeze through my shorts.
My face showed my disappointment but I knew she wouldn't resist later in the night!
"let's go Matt! Fuck what takes you so long?" Been yelled up the stairs. I bounded up the steps telling Beth I'd go see what's the issue. She rolled her eyes and went over to sit by Tiffany.
Once I got to Matt's door I heard Breanna softly talking and Emily I could hear moaning so I opened Matt's door to see Breanna on a chair fingering herself watching as Emily was getting her pussy ate by Matt who amazingly was in his bright orange swimming trunks.
His dick was pushing his shorts out making the orange even more visible quick made me laugh to myself. Matt was to busy to notice I entered the room so I silently approached Emily and gave her nipple a pinch and she smiled as she blew me a kiss.
I joined Breanna sitting on the floor in front of her chair. I watched as Matt continued his oral attack causing Emily to buck around as she held Matt's face tight up to her clit.
The show had gotten my cock hard so I started squeezing Breanna's legs while sliding up her legs slowly. I felt her hands as she traced my ears running her fingers through my hair.
Quickly she yanked my head down into her lap smiling down on me showing me her brace covered teeth! She began to softly kiss my lips and I returned the jesture in kind.
I could smell her pungent pussy being held so close. I clicked my tongue across her braces as I fought her hold to turn my body to face hers. Once I managed my hands immediately pushed her T-shirt up uncovering her beat up fuck box.
She snapped her legs closed and shifted her gaze to Matt and Emily again. I slapped her outter left thigh hard before grabbing her knees and forcing her legs open again and to make sure my point was taken I slammed them as wide as her ligiments would let her.
The sound of my slap got Matt's attention as I noticed him pull away from Emily's pussy for a split second before Emily pulled his hair smashing his face back tight to her pussy.
I felt no mercy as my hand made a straight shot to Breanna's gaping pussy and I continued to smash 3 fingers deep into her and I began to finger slam her ass hard as I could manage.
Breanna tried to lessen her pain by shifting her hips, she made a feeble attempt to push me back then resorted to trying to push my arm away with no luck! All her attempts just made me go harder on the little slut!
After 15 minutes of my three finger assault I pushed them deep in and up and began rubbing her G-spot as I used my free hand to grab a handful of her hair and yanked her head back locking her in her chair, her body arched along her back pushing her chest up, presenting her tits for my mouth to torture!
"Why are you such a whore Bree? * I licked her ear, I mean fuck the rougher I get the wetter your pussy gets!" I said before I pressed my lips to hers and as soon as her tongue started to dance with mine, I shoved my entire hand inside her fuck hole!
Once my hand was in it almost instantly balled into a fist and I started fisting her blown out pussy! Her body moved almost in sequence when I skipped my first into her, she let out a long breath and instantly raised her legs back giving me the last amount of room needed to effortlessly plunge my fist home.
Her breathing became erratic and heavy as her orgasm began building up inside her. "First fuck me faster!" She moaned out as she grabbed my head and kissed me deep. A felt pressure building behind my fist and almost in unison I heard Emily start screaming a millisecond before Breanna convulsed and her pussy pushed my fist out fast followed by a stream of what at the time I thought was piss all over the floor!
Both girls were shaking from their orgasms but Breanna was finding it diffacult catching her breath and took almost another half hour to compose herself enough to leave the house.
We all walked downstairs to see nobody was inside so we went out the back door grabbed our bikes and went down the drive the others were waiting at the end for us.
Beth, April, and Tiffany all began to laugh at Matt as he still had a raging hard on that was still tenting his bright orange swim trunks. "Jesus what took so long of you didn't even fuck her?" Beth snapped to Matt.
"hey hey ok ok let's get the day going everyone ready? First stop is IGA for food and drinks then noon stop to the lake!" I said as I led the expedition from my GT Dyno. It took us around 20 minutes to pedal the little country store.
Between all of us we had a total of 47 dollars to spend, chips, pop, hot dogs and buns, a small bag of Kingsford, and we each grabbed a frozen popsicle.
Our total was $32 we all pooled the money together to have a good time that day so we divided up the change between us all hopped on our bikes and as soon as we started out I stopped in my tracks!
"Michael you better get your ass home mom's been looking for you!" It was Melissa my sister! "Your in so much trouble tell your little friends bye! And we'll be following you home too!" Melissa yelled at me as she opened the door to her boyfriends car and got in.
"Fuck me! I guess I won't be swimming today or any time soon I'm guessing." I told the group they all had a thing or three to say about the situation at hand. I gave the girls hugs and left the group to return home.
My sister and her boyfriend followed behind me the entire way back to my house I went slow but that didn't matter! I rode up the drive and parked my bike in the garage and gathered my courage to go inside.
Next: my household in a shell
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Harry grabbed her hand and led her outside. As Cory was about to walk to the car, Harry stopped her and pushed her up against the wall, breathing heavily against her neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over.
"Not here. Harry." She pulled away from him, he stopped for a second then looked at her again and kissed her again. Hungrier, harder.
She pulled him to the car, leaning him against the drivers side. "Give me the keys baby." She whispered, digging in his pocket.
Harry groaned as her fingers grazed his length. "Oh my god. Okay, o-kay" he groaned again
He walked over to the passenger side and got in, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She got in and started the car, and his hand shot to the leg where the slit was, playing with the fabric as she sped off towards her house.
She shifted in her seat as his hand slipped under her dress and was tracing lines, getting closer and closer to her heat.
"Harry." She warned him as his hand cupped her. "Oh fuck. Y-You don't have panties on" he moaned loudly, sliding his finger over her clit. She gripped his arm as she grinded against his middle finger, spreading her legs.
She threw her head against the seat as she pulled in front of her house, putting the car into park and moving over the console into his lap, pulling him into a heated kiss as she grinded into him, their moans filling the car.
"Oh. Oh fuck." He whispered as she unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, sliding down on it
She held onto his head and put her other hand on the window as he thrusted up into her, his thumb drawing circles on her clit.
She clenched around him as their mouths met in open kisses, their teeth clashing against each other and she slid down, meeting his thrusts.
Harry shook his head and pulled out, tucking himself back in his pants and opening the door.
He set her on the ground and dragged her to the front door and up the stairs into her room.
As they arrived in her room, he unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor as she took off her heels and laid on the bed.
He took his shirt and suit jacket off, standing in front of her to let her take his pants off. He threw his shoes in whatever direction and heard a crash but the two ignored it as they pounced on each other like animals
As he was about to kiss her again, he began to kiss down her body until he got her heat where he placed a chaste kiss on her clit.
Her hands enveloped his hair as she tugged. He brought his fingers to her hole as his tongue spread her clit, he added one finger, stretching her out, then another as he put his left hand on her hip to hold her steady.
"Oh my god Harry-"She moaned, gripping the sheets with her left hand, her right hand buried in his hair.
"Oh- my god." She cried out, pulling him up.
She pulled his pants down to his ankles as he thrusted inside of her, the pills instantly clearing from his brain as she clenched around him.
Her hands scratched down his back as he sucked on her breast, his hips twitching as he got closer and closer.
"I fucking-love you. I swear to god." He whispered against her skin, pushing her legs up further as he went deeper. "Right there." She whispered as the knot in her stomach began to come undone.
Euphoria washed over her body as she pulled his mouth the hers, moaning loudly. His thrusts began to slow as he came.
Once he fully stopped, she clenched around him again, arching her back into his body as she shivered. "I think you're god." She whispered in his ear as he laid on top of her, not daring to pull out.
He kissed her collarbones slowly, slow thrusts as well. She massaged his scalp, grinding into him.
She felt him harden inside of her, pulsing.
She flipped them over so she sat on top of him, watching proudly as he closed his eyes, gripping her hips harshly as he met her thrusts.
"Come on Harry." She taunted him, sucking on his chest.
"Fuck. Come on." She whispered as she came undone around him. His breathing got heavier as he thrusted harder into her, barely being able to move with how hard she was clenching around him.
"Oh my fucking god" he whispered. She felt him come, feeling it seep out of her as she sat up and fell next to him, facing his body.
He pulled her in for another kiss, this time gently and slow as his hand began to brush all over her body, slowly tickling her.
"Want to take a shower?" He asked her after a couple of minutes of staring at each other. She slowly nodded, and gasped after she stood up, her legs the most sore they had ever been.
He went over and picked her up bridal style, walking her to her bathroom. He sat her down on the little chair in the corner as he started the water.
"Baby go pee." He reminded her, helping her to the toilet.
"I think you're the best sex I've ever had." She mumbled as she flushed and limped over to the sink to wash her hands
He cackled as he helped her in the shower, then closed the shower door and stepped under the water with her.
He turned her around and let her lean against him as he lathered the shampoo into her hair. She moaned quietly, shifting her head to the side.
Once he washed the shampoo out, he realized she didn't have conditioner so he went on to body wash, inhaling the scent happily as he began to lather her up with soap
Once he got to her heat she hissed, "Still sensitive" she croaked, shivering. He grinned, happy with his handiwork then began to shampoo his own hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid against his chest.
Once they were done showering the two brushed their teeth then finally laid in bed after changing into PJ's
"I love you Sloane." He whispered, kissing her neck. "I love you." She whispered back, laying her head on the pillow next to his chest.
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Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff
Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things
Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol
I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!
Requests are open!
Warnings: none
Gender neutral reader
Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.
Not for you, though.
When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.
It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.
“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.
But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.
“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”
“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.
His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.
“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.
“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”
You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.
Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.
When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.
“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.
You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”
The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.
“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”
A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”
Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”
You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”
He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”
“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug.
“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.
“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”
You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”
“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you.
He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets.
“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet.
“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”
He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”
You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door.
“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”
“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.
“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed.
You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.
“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him.
“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you.
You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.
“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”
“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes.
“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”
You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”
He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.
“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest.
Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”
“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”
He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.
“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss.
“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”
“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”
The boys frowned at each other.
“...but just making it made me feel better.”
You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you.
“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly.
“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”
You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.
#bakugou x reader#kiribaku#Alpha!Kirishima#alpha!bakugou#alpha!kirishima x reader#alpha!bakugou x omega!reader#kiribaku x reader#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o
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The Brits Dilemma
” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.
Word Count: 1.8 k +
Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding
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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.
Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.
Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.
She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.
The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.
The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.
Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.
So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.
There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.
Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.
The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.
He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.
Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.
But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”
Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.
Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”
He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes.
It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year.
As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.
Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.
The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”
She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands.
Fucking Taylor Swift.
Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.
But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”
But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”
Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.
Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.
It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”
She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.
Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.
“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”
“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”
In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.
“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.
“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.
He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.
**
Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout.
When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.
He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.
Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.
Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.
**
Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.
He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out.
“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.
Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.
Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”
She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?
In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.
In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.
She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.
She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.
The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.
“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.
“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.
“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.
“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”
“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”
Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.
**
“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”
Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”
He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”
They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.
**
Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms.
“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.
“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.
“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.
Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.
After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra.
She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.
“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.
He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.
They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.
Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.
How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.
He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.
“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.”
Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”
Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”
“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.
“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”
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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.
I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed
Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary
People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬
Brothers+ undateables reaction
Mammon snaps:
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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.
Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!
•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.
⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.
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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.
“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”
“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.
“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”
Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.
“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.
“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”
“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“
“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“
“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“
The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.
“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”
“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”
“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”
You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“
“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“
“I’m hungry-“
“Not now, Beel!”
“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.
Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.
He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.
“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”
It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.
“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.
“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”
He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.
......
Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this
You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.
Lucifer:
-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them
-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were
-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults
-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions
-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem
-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected
-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all
-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature
-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this
-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked
-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly
-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally
-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time
-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night
-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)
-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room
-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet
-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.
Levi:
-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth
-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out
-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there
-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much
-They usually don’t
-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now
-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night
-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it
-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home
-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame
-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’
-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon
-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding
-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable
-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)
-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him
-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real
-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling
-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers
-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice
Satan:
-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away
-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping
-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did
-But alas, he realised it too late
-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not
-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-
-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room
-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face
-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something
-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling
-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily
-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home
-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers
-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first
-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again
-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts
-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????
-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on
-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!
Asmo:
-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing
-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him
-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all
-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second
-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else
-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored
-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself
-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy
-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so
-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck
-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner
-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)
-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise
-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy
-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them
-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point
-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting
-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo
Beel:
-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day
-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice
-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case
-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about
-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary
-That’s the first thing that put him on alert
-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting
-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got
-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out
-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him
-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times
-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad
-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?
-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer
-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony
-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them
-Or he relies on you to give it to him
-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable
-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies
-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)
-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it
-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in
Belphie:
-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about
-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by
-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table
-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“
-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside
-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive
-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl
-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up
-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”
-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)
-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home
-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night
-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown
-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation
- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour
-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it
-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up
-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so
-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)
-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie
-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either
-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly
Diavolo:
-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason
-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night
-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in
-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday
-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned
-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings
-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves
-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most
-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)
-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space
-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it
-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty
-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down
Barbatos:
-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually
-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway
-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence
-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown
-Again, he has no right to intervene
-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons
-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily
-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)
-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)
-Basically, in the same position as the Prince
-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon
-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all
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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(
#reached my word limit and couldn’t do all the characters >:(#honestly I hope this is good enough#it feels a bit off but I’m too exhausted to do anything else about it#obey me#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me imagines#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me HCs#om hcs#obey me! one master to rule them all#🌪 angst#💳 mammon supremacy#⭐️ requests
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| marauders era!lucius malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |
anon requested. something with Lucius Malfoy?I really love the idea of him having a muggle mistress and actually being in love for the first time.
cw: slight ddlg, d/s, innocence kink,
“Come here, little one,” Lucius called to you, leaning back on his chair.
You got up from where you’d been sitting on the bed, running to him. Your feet quietly smacked the carpet, and he smiled at your sweet innocence.
You climbed up into his lap, smiling shyly. His nimble fingers slid over the shimmering tights on your legs, going under your skirt and squeezing your bum.
“Did you finish your charms homework?”
“Yes, daddy,” you nodded proudly and he pinched your thigh as you climbed off to get your homework.
You squealed at the action, making Lucius smirk at you. You gathered the assignment, sitting back down on his lap. Your back was to his chest this time, and he looked over your shoulder, proofreading the paper.
“It looks good, baby. You payed attention during tutoring.”
“Want to be good for you,” your voice was soft and meek.
“I want to spoil you,” Lucius set your papers aside and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the back of your neck. You giggled and he started undoing the buttons on your blouse, slipping it off your body.
He pushed you up to stand, turning you around to face him. His eyes scanned up your body, admiring you in your green plaid skirt and white lace bra. He pulled your hips forward and kissed your navel, and you lightly ran your fingers through his white-blonde hair, the diamond bracelet he gave you brushing against his cheekbone.
You were dripping in diamonds and gold, utterly spoiled by Lucius and his wealth. He loved to dress you up in pretty things, seeing you walk around in everything he bought for you.
“Pretty girl,” he slid your tights off your legs, careful not to tear them. He knew you were fond of the shimmering ones, and he carefully helped you step out of them.
He lifted his hips to pull off his clothing, leaving him in only his white button-down and emerald green tie. You went to pull off your skirt and he caught your wrist, tugging you forward to straddle his lap.
“Leave it on. M’going to fuck you in it, little one,” Lucius watched you shiver at his words. A shy blush creeped onto your cheeks, never used to the way he spoke to you.
He lifted the fabric to see you, seeing the sopping white lace that barely covered you. He traced his fingertip over the fabric, teasing you to get you to whimper.
“Please, daddy! I’ve been good,” you begged him, pulling your lip between your teeth.
“I know you’ve been good. Daddy’s so proud of you. I told you I was going to spoil you,” Lucius hummed, kissing up your tummy to your chest.
He pulled your thong to the side and carefully brushed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried not to squirm, putting your hands on his biceps to hold yourself steady.
He pierced into you slowly, pulling your hips down against his as you sank onto him. Lucius loved the sounds of your breathy gasps, and his head leaned back as he felt your velvet walls squeeze around him. You were warm and soft, and he wished he could spend his entire life inside of you.
“Daddy, can I move?” You asked sweetly, and he grinned at how obedient you were for him.
“Yes, little love,” he helped you, supporting your weight as you rolled your hips, watching your tits bounce. Your soft whimpers had him thrusting up to meet you, and he dropped a hand under your skirt, rubbing small circles on your clit. You moaned and bounced faster on him, chasing your release.
“Come for me, I’ve got you,” Lucius whispered, giving you a kiss. Your hips stuttered against his, and he felt you dripping down onto his lap as your legs trembled. You gripped his white shirt, moaning and whimpering as you rode through the waves of your orgasm.
Your tight heat squeezing around him pulled Lucius over the edge, and he held your hips still as he came, making you cry out. You dropped your head onto his shoulder as he spilled into you, the sensation spreading warmth through your body. You didn’t care about the mess you were making, your body stilling against his. He stayed buried inside of you, his hands skimming lightly up and down your back as a peacefulness settled over you. You felt him kiss the side of your head, and you snuggled deeper into his body.
“Let’s clean you up, little one,” Lucius slid out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness. He hushed you softly and undressed you before taking you to the deep bathtub in the ensuite.
The water was filled with expensive bath salts and oil, relaxing your muscles and making you smell like flowers. Lucius was in behind you, massaging you with soap and cleaning you up. You loved when he was sweet and took care of you, making you feel like a princess.
“Any soreness?” Lucius asked, brushing a stray hair from your face.
“No, daddy,” you giggled as he kissed your cheeks, a smile breaking onto his face. White waves framed his high cheekbones, making him look almost elven. Silver eyes shone as he gazed at you in adoration, his heart completely soft for you.
“I’ve got something for you since you’ve been so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm,” his lips molded against yours, warm and soft. You hummed against him, and he smiled. You let him towel you off and wrap you in the warm, fluffy towels while he retrieved a white box wrapped in a silver bow.
An excited grin spread across your face, and he watched you as you untied the ribbon and lifted the top of the box off. You lifted white silk pajamas out of the box, your initials embroidered on the pocket. Lucius helped you into them, and you spun around for him to model the gift.
“My gorgeous girl,” he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his body.
You slept in his arms, your hand resting on his chest, manicured nails lightly tracing the stitching on his shirt as you drifted off. He listened to your steady breathing and heartbeat, falling deeper in love with you.
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