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soursvgar · 1 year

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The brothers and what they love about Christmas

demon brothers x gender neutral reader

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Lucifer

If confronted, he will deny it, but Lucifer's favorite during the holidays is the time spent together with his family.

For Lucifer, December is exactly the opposite of a period of tranquillity. There are permission slips, documents and arrangements to take care of for upcoming winter festivals, devil day celebrations and other seasonalities. In fact, his work would increase tenfold during the holidays and more often than not, he would spend Christmas in his study trying to catch up with all the work.

The day felt like no other, Lucifer drags himself back home from RAD at a late evening, overlooking the illuminated town as fatigue take over every cell in his body. Finally making it back, he hangs his coat on his way to his study, briefly passing by the living room as he detects a figure recumbent on the couch. Lucifer sighs at Belphegor's carelessness and carefully drapes a blanket over his sleeping body.

"Lucifer, you're finally back!" He turns towards your voice, spotting you on the floor along with Satan, Leviathan and Mammon in the middle of a heated game of cards. Beelzebub is heading back from the kitchen with snacks for everyone while Asmodeus is hanging the stockings over the fireplace.

"I apologize, but I have to hurry back and finish the rest of my work for today."

"Oh come on, it's Christmas!" You object, the rest of the brothers backing you up and call for him to join in. "Work will still be there tomorrow, we'll even let you pick the movie!"

Lucifer suppresses a grin; it's not every night he gets to see a lovely picture of his siblings happily socializing with one another, with one uniting force to bring them all together- you.

With no further retaliation, he ditches his responsibilities for one night and one night only.

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Mammon

Mammon's favorite Christmas tradition is, of course, the presents.

Prior to your arrival, Mammon had attempted multiple times to convince Lucifer to celebrate Christmas at the house of lamentation. Over and over again, Lucifer refused, claiming it's a waste of their time and energy and that he has work to fulfil during the holidays regardless. But when you came along, he finally had a good enough reason to coax Lucifer into it, implying it would really impress lord Diavolo if they could arrange a proper celebration for the new human exchange student. Lucifer finally caves in to his demands, under the condition that he will be the one to take care of all the preparations.

"I'm telling ya, Christmas in this house is a blast, we'll knock your stockings off with our decor." As per usual, Mammon bluffs his way into impressing you, talking your ear off while the two of you are out holiday shopping. He detecs a hopeful gleam in your eyes and is determined to give you the best Christmas he can, despite being away from your home in the human world. After all, here in the devildom, with him, is where you belong now.

"You head home first, The Great Mammon have shady business to attend to here in sum places, not stuff ya wanna be involved in, m'kay?" Mammon pulls you closer by your hip and plants a loving peck to your forehead before releasing you on your merry way. When he's assured you're out of sight, he sneaks into the jewellery store you and him walked past earlier on your spree to get you the trinket he caught your gaze linger on.

Mammon loves presents, but not for the reason everyone will first assume. While he may be an enthusiast of all things that come free, the actual reason Mammon loves presents so much is because he is addicted the sheer joy in the eyes of his loved ones when they receive a gift he grinds at hell's kitchen for, then goes and hand pick it, specifically tailored to the person's liking.

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Leviathan

Levi's discovered that he has a passion for building gingerbread houses.

It was actually you who caught onto Levi's knack for creative activities; whether it's sewing costumes for a cosplay, fixing his figurine collection whenever Henry 1.0 accidentally slithered over his belongings and knocked them over, or pitching his art in a TSL covers competition.

"So, did they ever feature Ruri-hana's house in the series?" you ask Levi during one of your game nights, already mentally preparing yourself for a lecture on the subject in case the answer is yes. He beams, then proceeds to tell you in detail about the colors of the windows in Ruri-chan's house as seen on episode two hundred and thirty-seven of volume six of the anime. From there, the road to convince him to assemble a copy of it from gingerbread and sugar cookies with you was very short.

"Woahhh! this looks just like Ruri chan's house!! And we even created an exact replica of her companion from a miniature dorayaki!" Levi babbles in excitement, proud of the work you and him input into this project. "And what's the inspiration behind yours, y/n?" He ducks his head to take a closer look at the cozy looking confectionery house on your tray.

"My inspiration is my home in the human world!" You cheerfully exclaim. Levi clamps a hand over his mouth, now realizing the intent behind your shared project. Is he, actually... touched?

"W-Well in that case, we have to make it perfect! Go ahead, tell me everything about your house in the human world so we can create a perfect mini version of it. We can even make two gingerbread people to impose as you and I. Well, I mean, i-i-if you will actually want to invite someone like me into your house..."

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Satan

Satan's favorite Christmas activity is secret santa since it's a good excuse to play detective.

Satan loves solving mysteries, to top that, he's also fond of games. (though, in a very different way than Levi.) Therefore, a game of secret santa, extreme devildom version, sounds like a perfect holiday tradition for him. That is, until he gets Lucifer as the person he has to give gifts to.

"This can't be happening to me." Satan announces the minute you step inside his room. Perched on an armchair, he rocks his foot nervously while staring at a piece of paper, gaze flickering back and forth between you and the note in his hand. You carefully tread between the mountains of books on the floor in order to reach to his side, wondering what exactly was the emergency he convened you in for. You crouch to see the small print on the paper in Satan's hand, the letters clearly reading out as 'Lucifer'.

"I knew I should've refused to take part in a silly human world tradition. What am I to do now? What gift could I possibly give Lucifer apart from a cursed item that turns you into a fruit, then incorporate you in Beel's shake, ultimately dooming you to live the rest of your short life inside his stomach, where no one can hear you screaming for help." Satan's sorrowful expression suddenly changing into a malicious smile, his villain like laughter echoes through the walls when his mind fogs with more and more ideas of secret-santa-presents-gone-wrong.

"Well you could do that... or, you can actually give him something nice. Imagine how much it will mess with his brain when he finds out he received a thoughtful present from you." praying reversed psychology is by your side, you attempt to save Lucifer from the fate of accidentally turning into a door knob in Satan's room as a Christmas present.

His face lights up, what's better than to play into the most unexpected scenario? always be one step ahead of your enemies. Satan cradles your face within his grasp, peppering it with kisses before he places a peck to the crown of your head.

"You are a genius, y/n!"

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Asmodeus

With his love for all things beautiful, it comes as no surprise that Asmodeus' favorite are the holiday decorations.

It's known to all that Asmo has an eye for design; from his own phonecase business to nail painting, his entrepreneurship sees no boundaries. However, it is not always easy to be the sole provider of finesse to the kingdom of hell. Whenever Asmodeus needs help, the responses often flow between disinterest to plain out repulsion, leaving him to his lonesome. Of course, he could always charm someone into helping him, but there's a difference between forcing another to engage in your passion and have them genuinely take interest in it.

Its during breakfast that you hear Asmodeus sighing more than usual, cheek resting on his palm while his utensils mindlessly playing with the food on his plate. You seem to be the only one, as the others conveniently pay no mind to his dispirited look, seemingly fed up with his flair for dramatics.

"Hey Asmo, you okay?" you question, causing the latter to reveal a pitiful gaze, lip quivering and all. He immediately gushes on and on about the fact that it's nearly Christmas and none of his brothers appreciate the beauty of an illuminated backyard, tree, and essentially every nook and cranny you can turn festive.

You make the mistake of offering your services, not paying enough attention to the alarming glances the brothers had tried to sneak towards you. Unfortunately, you only realize the weight of this decision when Asmodeus drags you to the twenty seventh ornaments store of the day, quite literally, because he made you carry all of the bags. But it's the look of pure euphoria on his face that makes you pummel through it, and you can swear you've never seen him this happy before.

At last, you're done with the day. Asmodeus requests that you go through the park, stopping at a near bench and places the bags on it, finally ridding your tired hands off of the extra weight. "I promised Beel a holiday meal at his favorite restaurant in return for him to come and help us carry all of this home." Asmodeus grins and takes your hands in his own, gently massaging them. "I know today must have been a lot... thank you for coming with me. I don't think anyone else would've done this for me."

He's aware that he might be a piece of work sometimes, but he always ensures to make up for it with a hot bubble bath, a routine of some of his finest skin care and a sleepover full of your favorite activities. If the day was all about him, it's only fair that the night will be all about you.

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Beelzebub

in a very predictable revelation, Beelzebub's favorite is a good, comforting holiday meal.

If there's one thing that's been said about Beel many times before, its that he inhales any food regardless of what's in it, and so he's unaware of the decadence a well prepared meal guarantees. Beel disagrees, however. Like every other person, he has delicacies he absolutely indulges in, and others which he couldn't digest even if he tried. (For instance, Solomon's cooking.)

Your eyes pick up from the book in your hand when you sense someone's presence, taking notice of Beel hunching over you, practically drooling over the picture on the cover. "Hm? Oh, the picture making you hungry huh? Barbatos suggested to host a Christmas dinner in the demon castle and asked me to pick from this human world recipe book, do you want to help?"

You did not have to ask twice, within seconds Beel places you on his lap and flips through the pages with your aid. "This one has celery and leek, so I'm sure it would turn out delicious." Beel points to a certain dish. Surprised, you turn to face him. "What? As a professional eater, I know what flavor combinations elevate a dish."

"I had no idea." You state, smiling at him. For some reason, it makes you happy to learn that detail, most likely because you feel like learning about his interests in depth brings the two of you closer.

"Everyone think I just eat a lot because I'm always hungry, but in reality, I'm kind of a foodie. Of course, I'll never turn down a mc'devil, but my palate is refined enough to properly appreciate complexed things before I swallow them to the black hole that is my stomach." Beel mindlessly speaks out as his fingers slowly turn the pages, eyes scanning eagerly over the list of ingredients in every recipe.

"This Christmas dinner is going to be so tasty if cooked by Barbatos, but..." His glance shifts from the book towards you, fluttering over your frame before smoothly traveling back to your lips. "What I'm most excited for, is dessert."

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Belphegor

Being somewhat of a homebody, Belphegor's favorite Christmas tradition is an annual Christmas movie marathon.

Whenever night approaches, knowing it's almost time to go to bed puts Belphegor in high spirits. He loves sleeping, but is less fond of everyone else being awake, resulting in him missing all of the action. In other words, it gives him comfort knowing his brothers, and you, are not leaving him out of some lively adventure while he comfortably snoozes away in his bed; in fact, he feels the best recognizing the tilt of your weight sinking the bed to his side, and your arms wrapping around him, lulling him to sleep.

"Can you pick the next one? I'm getting tired." Belphegor lifts his head from your shoulder to request. Beel is passed out besides him after eating an amount of candy that could fill three Halloween buckets and experiencing a sugar crash. The rest of the family retreated back to their rooms after the celebrations, leaving you and the twins on an exciting holiday night in that includes fuzzy socks, hot chocolate with whipped cream (courtesy of Beel) and a pile of Christmas movies. Which is all you needed, really. By the first twenty minutes of the next movie, you already chuckle at the soft, hot breaths at the shell of your ear. You pull the blanket over the both of you, accidentally waking Belphegor up from his nap.

"It's pretty late, why don't we make it a party for two in the attic?" Belphegor whispers, careful not to wake up his brother. You giggle your way into a soft bed, but the arms inviting you into their embrace are even more captivating. Locking you in his grasp, Belphegor tangles your legs together to be near you in every possible way, not allowing even one inch to part you. His fingers brush through your hair as his breath ghost over your pair, leaving the slightest distance so he can smirk at you, gaze dripping with lust.

"It's your fault for making me watch all these romantic movies, making me want you all for myself. And you being in my bed gives me all kinds of ideas." He hoists your leg over his waist. "I think that with you around, Christmas might just be my favorite holiday. Promise me we'll do that every year?"

#but it turns from wholesome to nasty the further down u go #lol tricked yall with belphies part :p #this came out longer than i expected #obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan

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jemandrr · 4 months

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accidentally browsing a (very niche) female-dominated gaming space and seeing people TEAR into people who want an option to change the player character's pronouns to he/him or they/them without changing anything else because it'd invite men to invade a safe space. For a game purely about dating men. Like, I've been through plenty of female-dominated spaces where queer people and similar-interest straight men are welcome (in this case it'd be bi men but yknow), so it's just this one community, but jeez. The amount of fear that anyone who isn't explicitly a femme female would come in and A. hit on the faceless women there or B. taint the game by making the devs add designs of men who they don't want to date?

I got such a strong terf-y rhetoric from that community, like we can't have anything in common with people who aren't like us going on. All about taking 'our' things. And a lot of people contradicting one other but not trying to find out what the truth is because they have the same conclusion. Like two people saying A>B or B>A and no argument arises and no one shows interest in which is true because both people conclude C.

A lot of people even saying that, likewise, things that appeal to female or queer audiences should NOT be added to mainstream media just like queer content should not be added to female-oriented media. These hard walls around what belongs to who is like...they were raised by toy companies or something.

Like what is (paraphrasing so it isnt searchble) "I would never come into a male dominated community because I feel like I would be invading their safe space, so I don't get why men would want to come here and talk about liking men." At least the people who are scared of sexual abuse are warranted, I've seen tons of abusive language towards people they think are women in male dominated online spaces, but what is this fear of even...sharing interests with men? I know we've been in a new era of gender role enforcement with the tradfem movement, but jeez. And as for these last two points, they both are ones that were contradicted. People also said they do believe in diversity BUT just *this* shouldn't count.

Some people even said it's not fair that they get pushed to be more inclusive when mainstream media never does. Which makes me wonder if they're so deep in their niche 'I only experience content made by and for exclusively straight women' content that they haven't noticed any of the movements in media going on over the last 1.5 decades. Like it's true that we haven't made that much progress, but how do they think that no media gets pressed to increase diversity? The more rigid/right-leaning male audiences of tons of media have been complaining about forced diversity for years in exactly the same way (and sometimes, when it really WAS forced diversity, everyone complains because it's not representing anyone really but yknow). But I guess they wouldn't know that if all of them avoid mainstream media?

Also...what is the fear that gay men like men in a 'wrong' way...(and again, the unargued contradiction being plenty of people saying that they also like media about gay characters, but just they shouldn't make these characters gay)

And like I do get it, in the sense that being marginalized makes you skeptical and fearful of things you don't understand in its own separate way from how being in a privileged class makes you skeptical and fearful of things you don't understand. There's a lot more fear of exploring things different and new because the possible retribution feels/has been higher.

Honestly, this post isn't actually about a couple hundred to low-thousand women in a small community for niche games. Not like, I think it's important, I want to actively make them change. It's not that big a deal, not that surprising in the grand scheme. It's similar rhetoric to things i've seen before (Tradfem/terf). I've seen screenshots of, like, facebook mom groups before. And I've seen way bigger communities be way more open and welcoming, it's just a little outlier.

I'm just writing this because I'm a bit shellshocked because I forget how much that those kinds of people are not just the older, tech-illiterate generations, and not just shallow influencers who will say anything for the clicks (or because someone behind the scenes is funding it), their views behind the camera up in the air. Like I think I cultivate the people I interact with a bit too well. Too many of the people I actually interact with or witness the thoughts of regularly are queer and have flitting relationships with gender and then I remember the other side of the coin has people who think they're being progressive by suggesting that everyone who is different be segregated and therefore safe from each other with no room for intersectionality.

#for the record in other communities talking about the same game i saw several people sharing tips for making androgynous or slightly butch #characters which is the wholesomeness on the other side #ranting into the void #is this one of those situations of like #'the celebrity you call ugly will never see this but the person you know who shares those features will?'#but with 'The men who want to invade your safe spaces will never see this but the he/him butch and other queer people who are otherwise #generally your advocates in political and social spaces will'#also ngl being gay admittedly does make this so much easier #but i cannot imagine having the idea that #categorically #'you and your partner cannot have any interests in common' but so many do #And honestly I would have trouble believing that any women who says they're scared ofplaying or discussing a videogame #with a gnc or gay person- would say that irl they're not a terf and they would let gnc and trans people into the same public bathroom #like i can believe it because people hold lots of contradictory ideas but #if more than 20% of them said it i would think that was legitimately virtue signalling #because while i think trans panic is waaaaay less common than the media thinks #inside a community with those beliefs when they can talk anonymo usly #itd be a tough sell for me. I have to imagine most of those women are the kind who would find out their partner was bi #and start feeling uncomfortable about the state of their relationship- with the way they talk about how men can't enjoy female things like #dating men and such #ALSO there are more women than men #wtf do you mean mainstream media is only for straight men #straight adult men is #like 30-odd percent of the us tops #they got more purchasing power cus of sexism and homophobia and so on but #its so self defeating to think of mainstream media as exclusively the purview of straight men

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keijin-writes · 2 years

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[23:17]

Going to a grocery store to buy some of our favourite snacks. we’ll head to the park and talk for hours - eating and sharing our favourite snacks and drinks

#relationship #imagines #relationship imagines #first dates #dates #crush imagines #wholesome vibes only #i love this #head empty #so fcking cute :(

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wolfbrideinhiding · 2 years

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i get back pains from carrying all this love for jake ’hangman’ seresin . and you don’t see me complaining at all .

#i literally scream about him during dinner and mom’s just like okaaaay #she even used him as an example #’imagine you’re dating hangman and you get to take him with you to the wedding’#my mom is honestly the worst tease #she knows what she’s doing #’i can ask him to sing at the wedding’ ’whose wedding?’ ’you and hangman obviously’#asgldngysnmfnh stop #my tags are way too wholesome #but this man owns my whole existence and i owe him my sanity at this point #get to know charlie #blurb #text #jake hangman seresin

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locria-writes · 2 years

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What are the chances that you make the FL a trashgirl to counter-balance him?

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I kid, I kid! Or am I?

Looking forward to meeting him... if I even deserve it at this point... 😏

she's not trash really, just a very mean and bitter girl who's just a little genre-confused lol.

she doesn't realize she's in a nice sort-of romcom and still thinks she's in a war drama, and that the sweet nice lad is really just a good guy and has no nefarious intentions

#marginally writing related #okay he has some nefarious intentions like he wants to get m*rried and buy a h*me together and have some k*ds #he's literally that bitch who starts imagining the wedding on the third date lol #him: 'nah i'm not interesting in dating i just wanna focus on my career right now'#also him: *falls in love at first sight head empty heart full and nothing but wholesome intentions*#i can't believe she tried to pull a smash n dash on him she's enough of a mess for the both of them lol

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thoughtsfromataco · 1 year

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I can only be so invested in celebrity relationships, but Chris Evans of all people being in a relationship with a 25-year-old just shows that men are nothing but disappointing

#taco thoughts #oh god im probably going to get hate for this #but like she is 3 years older than me #and he is fucking 41 #i simply cannot imagine in a million years dating something that much older #gives me a BIG ICK #and like i feel really disappointed in chris evans... but thats parasocial relationships for you #moral of the story: dont expect anything from celebrities even if they seem like the wholesome ones #chris evans

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softerpixels · 11 months

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somehow my feng legacy/joy of life 2 electric boogaloo snowballed and now i’m writing a “prequel” explaining how she ends up in tartosa. i’m also building an adorable little studio apartment above the bakery she’s going to own that also has two townhouses next door. oh and i’m redoing the tartosa townies because she needs people to go on blind dates with.

#.txt #times like these i really wish we had multi-family lots #i would love for there to be families in the townhomes #like a little old lady she’s friends with #who gossips with her and judges her blind dates and gives her romantic advice #nah fuck it imma do it that’s so wholesome #also i imagine tartosa has a small town vibe when you aren’t a tourist

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dolldefiler · 16 days

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Masterlist Part 3

Rape (predominantly)

Kidnap/ gaslight/ mind break ask

Going on a date with a girl off Tumblr #1

Going on a date with a girl off Tumblr #2 (gaslighting/ stockholm syndrome)

Beating some discipline into my housewife

Someone you're very close to is raping you...

I'm going to rape you like a dog

Violently raping and beating my friend

Threatening you with a gun

I'm doing this for me, not for you

When some nameless rapedoll goes limp

A ghost from the past visits

How I'd stalk and kidnap you

How everyone you love would help me break you

Raping away some whore's sense of identity

Imagine if we went to the same university

Victim blaming

I love jerking off to trauma

Mommy stealing you in the ladies room (W|W)

My partner in crime #1

My partner in crime #2

A partner in crime #2.5

I wouldn't give you aftercare

All girls think about a certain man too much...

Overstimming you into asking for more

Fucking you while your parents beg for you on TV

Jerking off with a lesbian (dykebreaking)

Obsessive rapey love #1

Obsessive rapey love #2

How I'd rape you in the woods

Raping a girl after she's taken self-defense classes

Raping a girl that's utterly obsessed with me

Tying you up and raping you as part of a self-defense class

A fake safeword

How I'd break in and rape a camgirl with a shock collar

A stalkery rape ask

Getting into an argument with you while we're in a relationship

Publicly raping you

Raping a girl in a dark alley

Raping you until you go limp

Raping your masochistic cunt in an alleyway

How I'd kidnap some slut and rape her first time away

You don't wear panties?

Therapist raping his patient

I'll hurt you while you're already hurting

I'd meet you at a party and take you home

One of my first asks wao

How I'd rape and manipulate a friend

Fluff/ Wholesome(r) (mostly nsfw)

Wife Taught Me Love (sfw)

I'm your house husband #1

I'm your house husband #2

Comforting you when you're down

I'd love to go on dates with a girl as horny as I am

I promise I'm not bored of you

I hate how much I love you

Marriage is the union of two souls

How I'd give you aftercare

A couple's first attempt at BDSM (degradation but cute)

You don't need me

Something random (sfw)

Let me show you exactly where to put your hands...

My opinion on small tits

You can have all the praise you want

You little validation slut (degrading but hmm)

Shy girls that go feral with praise

Catching you watching porn while we're in a new relationship

#masterlist

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Mob Bucky likes his innocent date ft smut

Sigh. I wanted this to be wholesome but it’s horny instead I’m sorry. Might delete tbh. Imagine devilishly gorgeous mob Bucky getting joy out of making his shy date flustered til she’s tripping on her words and unable to speak. He got Steve to find him a date for an event in the evening, uninterested in having to actually find one for himself. He just wants a pretty thing on his arm that he could maybe fuck at the end of the night. Between busy schedules and mob work, Steve doesn’t find anyone so he scrambles to the last person he can think of.

His sisters best friend.

You’re not at all what he was expecting.

He walks down the long staircase in his all black suit, beard trimmed, his cologne intoxicating, coking an eyebrow when he sees the shy thing waiting for him that he’s supposed to go with.

You nearly squeak when he stands before you, too nervous to say anything, your heart running a million miles a minute, knowing exactly who the very James Barnes was. You had no business being here, you were doing this for Steve.

“Hi” you whisper, and Bucky can’t help but smirk at the way you keep tugging at your dress, not meeting his eyes, tipping your chin up to meet his wolfish expression.

“You must be Y/n” he doesn’t let go of your face, noting the goosebumps that now cover your exposed skin from your plunging dress. He doesn’t say much else, letting you squirm, quite enjoying himself.

You want to tell him he looks good, be the confident woman he probably expected to have, exuding grace and poise but you bite your lip instead, nearly whining when he lets go of your chin.

“Y-you um. You look b-beautiful” you finally stutter out, your face burning under his amused gaze.

“Is that so Bambi?” He smirks, cocking his head while you fidget with your fingers. “Hmmm. No one’s called me that before” he chuckles, taking your arm in his and leading you to the limo parked outside.

Your skin is so soft, you smell so sweet and for the first time ever, he doesn’t want to ravage his date to bits. Not when you’re such a soft precious thing.

The night goes well as you grow more and more comfortable with him. He dotes on you the entire time, not letting you lift a finger. He can’t help but take care of you, not letting anyone else near his precious little Bambi.

By the end, he wants to take you home safely like a gentleman but he wants more. And he knows you do too. He can see it in the way you look at him with such longing, nuzzling into his side further and further in the back of the limo.

You’re practically on his lap now, desperately wishing he’d just have his way with you without toy having to say anything but he’d never let that happen.

“What is it Bambi” he whisperers when you squeeze your thighs together, hiding you face in his neck. Your hand trails from his tie to his belt buckle, too embarrassed to go any lower.

“Oh you poor thing” he coos, bringing and pressing your hand on top of his erection, your shaky hands rubbing his bulge like a needy kitten, “do you want my cock baby, s’that it? My Bambi needs her cock?”

“Mhm” you whine, clinging onto him when the limo pulls up to his house, his thick arms wrapping you up and taking you right to his room with no second guesses.

When he gets you into bed, all his animalistic tendencies go out the window, holding back how badly he wants to pounce on you and ravish you like the cute little bunny you are, trapped in the wolfs den. Your gown has been thrown off, lingerie ripped to bits, laying on his bed as he crawls on top of you, his thick, leaky cock bobbing between his legs.

“Are you sure you want this Angel” he checks in with you first, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across your pouty lip.

“W-want you” you whisper, shakily reaching down to grasp his cock, swallowing nervously. “I just- I don’t-“

“You don’t have to be scared bunny” he kisses your cheek, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding your strokes. “I’ll teach you how to play with my cock baby”

You tighten your grip, tugging him to where you need him most and he can’t hold back much longer, he’s trying to hard but you makes it impossible.

“Fuck Bambi” he groaned feeling his tip run against your soaked cunt, holding back frok shoving himself in you “keep doing that and I’ll lose control baby”

“Lose control Bucky” you tug at him again and he shakes his head with a strained chuckle.

“I’ll hurt you bunny” he said warns again but you need him to take you apart till you cant walk.

“Please?”

“Bunny…” he warns one last time but you want anymore.

“Daddy” you whine in his ear and something inside him snaps. He doesn’t give you any warning, slamming his cock into you with one stroke, your pleasured cry music to his ears.

“What did you just call me?!” He pulls out to flip you over, spanking your ass while his balls slap your clit, loving the way you go dumb over his cock.

“Such an innocent little baby with a filthy mouth, huh doll, my bunny wants her daddy’s cock”

He grips onto the headboard, delivering powerful snaps with his hips, alternating between pounding you against the pillows and grinding his cock in you without pulling out.

“Such a tight pussy squeezing daddy’s cock, my naughty little bunny, you want daddy’s cream too baby? You want daddy to give you his fresh cum, hm? Breed this needy little pussy?”

“B-breed me daddy!!” You squeal, his words driving you towards your climax, crying into his sheets and arching your back more as his movements grow sloppy.

“Get ready for daddy’s cum baby- gonna breed this pretty pussy till your fuckin’ round n’swollen n’leaking with milk” he gritted out, grabbing your hips with slam back and meet his thrusts. “Together Bambi, cum with daddy, c’mon, be a good girl n’cum with daddy”

The most salacious and primal sounds fill the room as he pumps ropes of his cum into toy, your greedy pussy milking him for all he’s worth. He can’t believe such a quiet little bunny could turn out to be a minx on the inside but he’s never letting you go.

“You’re dangerous Bambi” he whispers, keeping his softening cock in you, having never felt so satisfied afterwards, practically floating in the clouds with you. “M’never pulling my cock out, you feel too good around my dick baby”

You giggle as he kisses your glistening skin, gathering your into his arms, your eyes growing wide when he doesn’t kick you out of his bed.

“You’re mine now Bambi” he says with a soft growl, holding you closer to his chest before pulling the sheets over you both.

Anyway. Wholesome version coming later.

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jacob and julia are just incredible 🥹

#imagine being this wholesome #their whole relationship is just 🤍🤍#I just saw for the first time a clip of them in a stream together before they were dating #I don’t have words 🤍🤍 so cute #goals

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I don't know if the requests are still open but I'd love a check up on tattoo artist harry cause I just love them so much 🥰🥰

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this was originally a patreon exclusive but I've had it in my drafts for months bc I really wanted to share it here!! so here it is! a little wholesome check-in with our cutie pie couple

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content warnings: minor mentions of mental health conditions including anxiety, depression, and trauma

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“Harry?”

Y/N’s gnawing on the skin of her bottom lip as she wrings her hands in her lap, nervousness apparent on her facial features. Harry glances up from his phone — he’s been mindlessly scrolling through cat videos on Instagram for the past half an hour or so, Friends on in the background as he and Y/N sit snuggled up in cozy throw blankets.

She’d been working up the courage to say something for nearly two hours now, but everytime she went to part her lips and force the words out of her throat, she clammed up.

She couldn’t help the anxiety that crept through her bones, especially because she was used to constantly being looked down on. She knows Harry would never make her feel bad for any choice she made for herself, but what if he thought she was crazy? What if her trauma was too much to deal with? These were the worries that circulated her brain for days, ever since deciding that she wanted to seek out professional mental health help a few weeks ago.

“Hm?” he puts his phone down, locking the screen, “What’s up, dovie?”

Fidgeting with the skin surrounding her chipped nail polish, she swallows tightly. His eyes are analyzing her body language and she suddenly feels small and foolish beneath his gaze, solely because of the trauma from her parents.

They always treated her like she was less than, to the point where she wholeheartedly, truly believed it. In the few months that Y/N’s been on her own and officially dating Harry, he’s been helping her in ways she could have never imagined, but she didn’t want all of her issues to fall on him. It’s the main reason why she decided to find a therapist.

“I’ve been thinking,” she rasps out, her voice cracking. “I think I’m going to start seeing a counselor. To deal with my, um… parents.”

Harry’s posture straightens and his eyebrows furrow, a concerned wrinkle forming between them. (It always showed up when Y/N mentioned anything relating to her family.)

“What do you mean?”

Rolling her lips into her mouth, she prepares the speech she’s been practicing in her head for days.

“I just know I have a lot of trauma from them and I don’t want you to feel responsible for helping me through it all the time,” she says, reciting the explanation word-for-word, “It’s important for me to figure this out on my own and I want it to come from a mental health professional.”

Harry's look of worry almost instantly morphs into a gentle smile. He reaches out to intertwine their fingers together and gives her hand a small squeeze, much to Y/N’s relief. She was terrified he’d take it the wrong way, but the proud expression on his face says different.

“That’s incredible, dovie. I’m so proud of you.”

He leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead, the showcase of love instantly slowing her heartbeat.

“You’re not mad?” she asks, peering up at him through thick eyelashes.

“Of course not,” he shakes his head. “I could never be mad at you for wanting to work on yourself. I think it’ll be really helpful for you. Have you found someone yet?”

“No. I wanted to run it past you before looking.”

His heart cracks a bit but he tries not to let it show on his face. “You never have to do that, okay? You’re your own person, baby, and I have no right to tell you what to do with your life. Alright?”

It’s a strange way to look at life after having every decision of her life planned out for her since birth. She’s still adjusting — that much is obvious, but it isn’t her fault, and Harry works regularly to help her realize that in small doses.

“Would you maybe help me find a person?” Y/N peeps out, playing with his fingers in her lap. Her eyes are set on their hands, still too nervous to look at him face-to-face. Harry, though he has no experience looking for therapists himself, still nods enthusiastically, willing to help her take whatever steps she needs.

“Why don’t you grab your laptop?” he suggests. She reaches forward to pull it off the coffee table before Harry wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. She makes a soft ah!, surprised by his sudden movements, which of course results in a small, snarky smile on his end.

Shuffling so the laptop is in his lap now, he opens it, has her put her password in, and searches up “therapists near me.” His eyes float to the nervous girl beside him, who’s taken up gnawing on her fingernails as he clicks on the first result. It’s a directory of mental health professionals close to them where you can filter by specialities, insurance, and other preferences.

“Okay, dovie,” he croons gently, “What are you looking for in particular? Someone to help with stress?”

She shrugs. “Um, maybe something a bit more. Maybe… anxiety? A-and family stuff?”

“That’s a good starting point,” he encourages, clicking on the appropriate filters. Immediately, a number of therapists that originally showed up disappear, but it still leaves them with a decent amount to scroll through. “Anything else? Do you have a preference on gender or how far they are from us?”

“I think I want a woman,” she says before glancing up at him with worried eyes, “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.”

He clicks the “female” preference, resulting in around 15 options for them to look at. She continues biting her nail as Harry scrolls down. He periodically hovers over someone, asking her if she’d like to look at them more. She’ll either nod or shake her head, but in the event of the former, he’ll open their profile in a separate tab.

Eventually, they narrow it down to three but one isn’t actively taking new clients, so it’s between Leanna, who looks to be around Harry’s mom’s age and is located 20 minutes from Y/N’s apartment, and Madeline, a younger woman with experience in a myriad of mental health concerns.

Quietly, Y/N alternates between the two tabs, contemplating and comparing their experiences. He can tell that she’s having difficulty picking, but he doesn’t want to say anything to sway her in one direction over the other — he wants this to fully be her choice.

“I think I like Madeline.” she says, looking up at her boyfriend. Her eyes are slightly rounded, lips parted as if she’s waiting for approval from Harry.

“Sounds like a good choice, dove. How’d you settle on her?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders, scrolling down on her profile page. “Well, she has experience with anxiety, depression, and trauma… and I’ve been reading a bit online, and I think I do have some trauma from my parents, so…”

Harry nods, smoothing her hair comfortingly.

“And I like that she seems like she’s closer in age to us… it might make me feel more comfortable, like I’m talking to a friend,” she explains. He hums in agreement. “She also has a cat at her office, which I really like, too.”

He chuckles and leans over to nose at her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“I think those are all great reasons,” he murmurs.

He won’t admit it tonight because he doesn’t want her to get too nervous, especially if she ultimately decides she’s too scared to go, but he’s infinitely proud of her right now. He’s contemplated bringing up therapy to her for the past few months, particularly right after he helped her move out of her parents’ home.

The fact that she came to that decision herself is enough for him to feel over the moon, his chest swelling with pride. Even if she backs out at the last minute, at the very least, he knows she’s trying her best, and that’s all he could ever ask of her.

“Why don’t you email her and send your information?” Harry suggests lightly, breaking Y/N out of her own trance of thinking. With a swallow, she nods, clicking on the little mail symbol next to Madeline’s name.

He watches as she composes an email, her fingers stuttering over the keys every few minutes. He can tell that she’s over-thinking on what to say, but she eventually settles on a short, to-the-point message: Hi Madeline, my name is Y/N and I was interested in seeing you for therapy. Are you taking on new clients at the moment?

“Great,” Harry blurts out once she presses ‘send’. She looks up at him. “You did great.” he amends, a light blush flowering over his cheeks.

All she does is smile and bury herself into his chest.

. . .

“Here, why don’t you wear this to your appointment?”

Y/N thinks that Harry may be even more nervous for her first therapy session than she is.

Although she’s busying around her apartment, getting her things together in preparation for her 11 am appointment, Harry’s movements are just as jerky and anxious. She’s currently looking for her favorite comfy sweatshirt when he suddenly peels off the fuzzy cardigan he’s wearing, handing it to her. It’s the one he bought on sale at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back when they had some time off from work and school. They’d been traipsing through the shops nearby with no intention of actually buying something, but Harry had said that he liked how it felt like a teddy bear.

“Oh, but you’re already wearing that,” Y/N says with a pout, shaking her head. “It’s okay, I’ll find something else—”

“No, I want you to wear it,” he insists. “Maybe it’ll help make you feel more comfortable? Having something of mine?”

She blinks, slowly reaching out to accept it from his grasp. “What will you wear though?”

“I think I’ve left a few sweatshirts here,” he says, popping up from his seat on the edge of her bed. “Don’t you have that little drawer with all my stuff?”

She nods. It hadn’t really been an intentional thing, but when she told Lucy about it, she explained to her that it was kind of a big deal. Apparently, having a drawer at your significant other’s apartment meant that you were moving in the direction of living together, but Y/N didn’t see it that way. It was more for the sake of convenience, especially if Harry came over after work and decided to stay over instead of heading back to his place.

She walks over to her dresser and yanks open the top drawer. It’s filled to the brim with tee-shirts, sweatshirts, and two pairs of sweatpants, all of which belong to Harry. She glances over at him, embarrassed, and he laughs.

“Geez, dovie, think you’re a bit obsessed with me,” he teases, grabbing one of the hoodies. She rolls her eyes.

“You’re the one that leaves this stuff here all the time!”

“Yeah, but it looks like you’re building some kind of shrine—”

“Oh, shush!” she says, pulling his cardigan on. She’ll admit, the fabric is heavenly, and the fact that it smells like Harry is a massive added bonus. “Are you still fine to drive me?”

He nods quickly once he has his sweatshirt on, grabbing his car keys. “Ready when you are, baby.”

He makes her take a granola bar and a water bottle on her way out, both of them bidding Lucy a goodbye when they exit the apartment. Y/N has a bad habit of not wanting to eat when she’s nervous, but Harry can guarantee that her stomach will start rumbling as soon as she’s done with today’s session.

They climb into the familiarity of Harry’s car, Y/N taking her usual seat on the passenger’s side. She hasn’t driven much since cutting off communication with her parents. Obviously, she left the car they bought her, and she doesn’t have enough money in her savings to buy another one, even if it’s used or a lease.

Since she didn’t get the job at the bookstore, she’s been looking for other part-time opportunities on campus but nothing’s come up yet. Harry offered to get her some work at the shop, but she felt too weird about having her boyfriend pay her for silly tasks like cleaning up and scheduling appointments.

Madeline’s office isn’t too far away, and Harry took the morning off to take her. He said — quote — “I’m clearing my schedule, dovie — no appointments, meetings, and certainly no drug deals!”. (That had made Y/N snort over the Chinese food they shared for dinner a few nights ago.)

The drive is mainly quiet, save for Harry’s quiet music playing in the background. She’s nervous and fidgety in her seat so he reaches over to intertwine their fingers together, giving her hand a small squeeze in her lap. It makes her feel a little bit better, but she wishes Harry could go to her appointment with her.

When they arrive, Harry pulls into a parking space just outside the door. They have 10 minutes before her session officially starts, but Madeline had asked if she could get there a bit early to fill out some paperwork.

“Feel okay?” Harry asks, pushing his sunglasses up to his hair. She nods, even though her heart is hammering in her ribs. “You’re gonna do great, dovie. I’ll be here as soon as you’re done.”

“Okay,” she breathes, watching as the clock ticks one minute closer to 11. She swallows harshly and unbuckles her seatbelt, grabbing her bag from the floor of Harry’s car. “I'll be done by 11:45, right?”

“11:45, baby. I’ll be right here.”

“Okay. Alright.”

He leans over to smear a quick kiss to her cheek and she smiles gently, though it doesn’t completely reach her eyes. She gets out of the car and straightens her posture, pulling Harry's cardigan tighter over her form, and winds around the front to walk in the direction of the front door.

It’s only then that Harry rolls down his window, despite the wet, dewy chill of the morning.

��Wait, Y/N!”

She turns around, an expression of confusion painting her features.

“I’m so proud of you!” he exclaims. He can see her blush from his spot in the car, a wide, toothy grin appearing on her face. “I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”

She mouths it back — I love you too — this time with a smile that lights up her entire face. She waves her fingers with one more goodbye before taking a deep breath and walking into the office building.

Harry can’t stop grinning to himself.

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Imagine all the time you wasted overthinking, daydreaming, fantasising about the last guy, the guy before, the guy before that… And where did it land you? Disappointed? Resenting? Grieving, what could have been?….Because you used your precious energy to create a parallel fantasy life of you and him. Your maladaptive day dreaming, which probably started as a trauma response in childhood is quite likely ruining your dating life and here’s why.

You can’t control the actions of others, in fact you have very little control when it comes to dating, it’s often divine timing, energy compatibility, and a huge part is surrendering. Letting go of the fantasy so the beauty of the unknown can unfold. Unmet needs play a huge role in this. The need for safety and control when dating often leads to creating a mental picture of what you want the future to look like and taking actions that dictate this. For example, you’ve had cute first date, but on your way home you’re already checking your diary to see what dates you’re free next week, maybe he can take you to the theatre on Thursday to see that new show, or maybe you can move your dinner with the girls on Saturday night so you can spend the weekend with him…MEANWHILE he hasn’t even asked you on a second date. All this overthinking and trying to control the future puts you in your masculine energy. Not only is this repelling to a masculine man, but also removes the opportunity to see how things will unfold naturally. So am I saying don’t think about the future with a man? Don’t have hopes and desires? Absolutely not. What I’m saying is when you spend your time away from him overthinking your future with him, imaging conversations in the shower, texting him from a place of trying to control the future - you’re setting yourself up for a fall. You’re wasting your precious energy on overthinking him when that same energy could be spent on you. You’re creating energetic friction between your desires and reality which will show up in how you are with him. You’ll become disappointed he didn’t take you to the theatre on Thursday because he has football, even though that was never the plan. You’re perpetually setting yourself up for disappointment. So here’s the hot take - you want something to control, to obsess over, to love, to cherish, to have and hold forever. Let. That. Be. You. Give yourself the love you’re desperately seeking outside of you, pour into you the way you only dream men would. Buy yourself the gifts you want him to buy you, tell yourself the words you can only imagine he would tell you, love on you so hard that when you are dating you become a reflection of love, love shines through your eyes. Not desperation, not control, not seeking, not wanting. But love, because the most beautiful and wholesome love you could ever imagine - starts within.

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More than friends | LH44

―Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader ―Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, and typos; ―Summary: You're friends with Lewis, but fans don't buy the "just friends" discourse - for them, you and Lewis make the most powerful couple, even if you're not famous. And maybe they're right, maybe you're supposed to be more than friends. (based on this request).

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