#maybe I should try messing around in this style a bit

[leconcombrerit]

Be ambitious ! But do so out of her way ! :)

I had this idea in my head and, as much as I haven't been able to draw shit to save my life this past year (or couple years most likely), I couldn't have the world start to think I'm no longer a Lauren enjoyer. Slay queen.

[amoressb]

───── KISS ME MORE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ trying to finish his makeup but he just can’t stop kissing you ｡｡ idol bf!riki x makeup artist!reader. fluff & wc. 1.4k ; lots of kissing, skinship, petnames｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the backstage dressing room of the sold out arena was alive with activity. assistants rushed in and out, carrying outfits and adjusting mics, while the members of enhypen filled into the room, their energy a mix of nerves and excitement. riki, the main dancer, was the last to enter, his stage outfit already clinging perfectly to his frame. his hair was freshly styled and his usual confident grin was firmly in place.

you stood near the vanity, arranging your makeup tools neatly. you glanced up when the door opened and your heart did it’s usual flutter when your eyes landed on riki. despite working and being together for years now, he still had that effect on you.

“hey pretty,” riki greeted, making a beeline for you as the other members settled into their chairs. without a care for the busy room, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “riki!” you exclaimed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen, your cheeks flushing pink. “we’re at work!”

“and?” he teased, his voice soft and low so only you could hear. “it’s not like they don’t already know.” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but his adoring gaze was making it impossible. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his dark eyes warm and full of affection.

“go sit down,” you finally said, trying to suppress a smile as you motioned to his chair. “you’ve got a show to get ready for.”

“yes ma’am,” riki said with a mock salute before plopping into his chair. the other members exchanged knowing smirks but didn’t say anything, accustomed to their maknaes antics when it came to you.

you approached him with your makeup kit, your expression shifting to one of focus. you grabbed a primer and started dabbing it onto his skin. riki leaned back obediently, watching you the entire time. his eyes followed every move you made—how you tilted your head slightly while working on his foundation, the way your lips pressed together as you concentrated.

“stop staring,” you said without looking up, your voice tinged with amusement. “i can’t help it,” riki replied, a grin tugging at his lips. “you’re too pretty when you’re in your element.”

“flattery won’t get you out of wearing eyeliner,” you quipped, picking up the next product.

he chuckled, staying quiet for a moment as you traced sharp, precise lines around his eyes. but when you leaned in to work on his lips, he couldn’t sit still anymore.

“riki, baby,” you said, holding his chin to keep him steady, “if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to look like a mess out there and i’ll let the fans blame you.”

riki grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “would it really be so bad? they might think the smudges are part of my charm.”

“charm doesn’t cover uneven eyeliner or faded lip tint,” you muttered, dipping the brush back into the product. you leaned closer, focusing on his lips. “well,” he said, voice dropping a bit deeper than before, “if it’s my lips you’re worried about, maybe you should test them.”

“riki,” you warned, but your cheeks flushed at his teasing tone. in response, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint mark of coral lip tint behind. “there, a little something just for you.”

you froze, your brush midair, and fixed him with an exasperated glare. “riki! you’ve ruined it again, that’s the third time!” he laughed, utterly unrepentant. “what can i say? your face is more fun to decorate than mine.”

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, grabbing a makeup wipe to start over. “at this rate, you’re going on stage with bare lips.”

“then the fans will get the real me,” he said with a playful shrug.

“no, the fans will get a makeup artist who quits her job halfway through the tour because of you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched in amusement.

as you leaned in again, riki stared at you with unabashed affection, making no effort to hide how enamored he was. the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you bit your lip when you worked—it all made his heart race.

“riki, stop looking at me like that,” you murmured without glancing up.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to—”

before you could finish, he closed the distance between you two and kissed you square on the lips. it was soft but lingering, enough to make you forget for a moment that you guys were backstage, mere minutes before showtime. when he pulled back, your carefully applied lip tint was smeared, and his own lips were a mess.

“—do that,” you finished, blinking at him.

he grinned, completely unbothered. “you make it hard to resist, baby.” you sighed dramatically, though your cheeks were pink. “i give up. you’re going on stage like this.”

“no, no, no,” he said quickly, laughing. “i’ll behave this time, i swear.” you arched an eyebrow. “you said that five kisses ago.”

“this time, i mean it,” he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands in mock innocence. “scout’s honor.”

the other members started laughing. jake smirked at riki from his chair. “you’ve got it bad, riki.”

“jealous?” riki shot back, unbothered by the teasing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling as you reached for the lip tint again, applying it with quick, practiced strokes. riki stayed still this time, though you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. “there,” you said at last, stepping back to inspect your work. “you’re ready.”

“perfect,” he said, glancing at himself in the mirror. then he turned to you with a cheeky smile. “almost as perfect as you.”

“flattery won’t save you if you mess it up again,” you warned, though you couldn’t help but smile. a knock on the door interrupted them and the groups manager poked their head in. “you guys are on in five.”

“got it!” riki called, standing up. he looked down at you, his expression softening. “wish me luck?”

“break a leg,” you said with a small smile, your voice gentler now. “and please don’t kiss anyone on stage.” he chuckled. “you know my lips are only yours.”

with a wink, he was gone, leaving you to clean up your station. you could hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the show began and a small smile tugged at your lips. as exasperating as he could be, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

hours later, the concert was in full swing. you watched from backstage, your heart swelling with pride as riki belted out the final dance moves of their song. his moves effortless and smooth, his stage presence captivating as always. by now, he and the other members took their final bows and headed offstage.

riki burst into the dressing room, still glowing with the adrenaline of the performance. his hair was damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to him, and he looked every bit of the star he was.

“y/nnn,” he called, his voice still slightly hoarse. he scanned the room until his eyes found you and his face lit up. without hesitation, he strode over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“riki, you’re all sweaty!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away.

“and i missed you,” he said smiling, grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, and leaning in without hesitation to kiss you before you could respond. his lips still tinted faintly with the remnants of his stage makeup. when he pulled back, your own lips bore the faint coral hue.

“you just kissed off the last bit of your lip tint,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “good,” riki said, his grin boyish and unrepentant. “it belongs on you anyway.”

their moment was interrupted by the other members filing into the room. jake let out a low whistle, grinning as he pointed at the couple. “you really can’t keep your lips off her, huh?”

“you’re gonna wear her out before the next show,” joked jungwon. riki rolled his eyes but kept his arm firmly around your waist. “jealousy isn’t a good look on you guys.”

“sure, sure,” jake said with a laugh. “just try not to kiss off her patience, too.” you shook your head smiling, “too late for that.”

riki leans down to kiss your lips again and looked into your eyes, ignoring the teasing entirely. “lucky for me, she loves me anyway.”

“unfortunately for me,” you muttered, though the warmth in your smile gave you away.

⋆｡°✩ @miukidoll @flufflights

[helloeverybodyhere]

the gratest gift

summary: something happens during the last day of love on tour

Warnings: cryptic pregnancy

The energy of the final night of Harry's tour filled the air in Emilia Romagna Campovolo, Italy. Fans from all over the world had gathered for this special moment, knowing it would be the last time they would see Harry Styles perform live for a while. Y/N stood with a small group of Harry’s closest family and friends, watching him on stage, her heart swelling with pride as he danced and sang with his usual magnetism. The crowd’s love for him was palpable, their collective voices rising up to meet him, but there was something she couldn’t shake.

The persistent, dull pain in her stomach had started earlier in the day, just after she’d woken up. She’d chalked it up to stress, the excitement of the tour winding down, or maybe even a slight stomach bug. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt a bit under the weather on tour—jet lag and late nights had taken their toll. But as the night wore on, the cramps had only intensified, creeping from an annoying ache to a sharp throb that made her wince. Still, she forced a smile, trying to enjoy the moment.

Standing beside her were Gemma, Harry’s sister, and their mom, Anne, who were both chatting animatedly with Jeff and his wife, Glenne. James Corden was also there, cracking jokes, and the group was trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst the overwhelming excitement of the final show.

“Y/N, you alright?” Gemma asked, her eyes narrowing with concern as she noticed Y/N clutching her stomach slightly.

"Yeah, just a little... uncomfortable," Y/N replied, offering a faint smile, but her voice trembled slightly. It was more than discomfort now, though, and the pain was growing more difficult to ignore.

Anne turned, her motherly instinct kicking in. “You don’t look alright, love. Maybe we should get you checked out?”

Y/N hesitated. She didn’t want to be a bother, especially on such a special night. "No, no, I'm fine. Really. I don’t want to ruin anything."

James, ever the comedian, leaned in with a wink. “If you’re fine, then I’m the Queen of England. No offense, but I think Gemma and Anne are right. You’re looking a bit pale there.”

Y/N tried to laugh it off, but the pain in her stomach was no longer something she could brush aside. It was becoming unbearable. As Harry continued to perform on stage, Y/N’s breaths began to grow shallow, her face flushed with discomfort.

"Y/N," Anne said firmly, the concern in her voice now more pronounced, "Let’s just get you checked out, okay? We’re not messing around. This is Harry’s last show; he’ll understand, but you need to be taken care of."

Gemma nodded in agreement. "We’ll go together. It’s not a big deal; we’ll just make sure everything’s okay."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the pain flared again, and she finally nodded. "Alright, okay. But I don’t want to ruin anything for him."

Anne smiled gently and took Y/N's arm. "Trust me, love. He’ll want you to be okay more than anything else."

The drive to the hospital was a blur of worry and discomfort. Y/N was trying to breathe through the pain, her hand clutched tightly in Anne's as Gemma kept glancing back at her, checking to see if she was alright. The minutes felt like hours, and by the time they reached the hospital, Y/N was struggling to even stand. She felt like her world was spinning, but she kept thinking about Harry, wishing she could be there with him as the show came to a close.

Anne, ever the rock, led her inside, and soon they were seated in a sterile examination room. A doctor quickly came in, speaking in Italian, but Gemma was quick to translate and explain the situation. The doctor checked Y/N over and then took a step back, her face tight with concern.

“Signora, I’m afraid you’re in labor," the doctor said gently. "You are pregnant."

Y/N blinked in confusion, her mind spinning. "What? I... I’m pregnant? I don’t understand. I’ve never felt pregnant."

The doctor nodded solemnly. “It’s called a cryptic pregnancy. Some women don't realize they're pregnant until very late into the term, sometimes until they go into labor.”

Gemma’s jaw dropped in shock, and Anne's face paled. Y/N’s heart raced as she tried to process the words. Pregnant? But that didn’t make sense. She hadn’t noticed any symptoms—no cravings, no morning sickness, no physical changes that would have pointed to something like this. She was just... Y/N. Just herself.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling. “How could I not know?”

The doctor gave a sympathetic smile. “It’s very rare, but it happens. Your body may not have shown typical signs. Some women don’t realize until much later in the pregnancy, sometimes not until the moment they give birth.”

Gemma held Y/N’s hand tightly. “What does this mean? Is everything okay?”

The doctor nodded. “You are full-term, and it’s likely that the pain you’re feeling is because your body is preparing for delivery. We’ll need to monitor you, but everything seems to be in order.”

Anne was quietly taking deep breaths beside Y/N, clearly trying to keep her composure for her daughter. “Well... well, then, let’s get this sorted, eh? Y/N, sweetheart, we’re here with you.”

Y/N nodded, but her mind was still reeling. Pregnant... Full-term... How was that even possible? She could barely process the words, let alone the reality of them. But then she thought about Harry—his smile, his kindness, the way he had held her so close when they were together.

And then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Harry.

"Where are you? I miss you. Are you okay?"

Y/N’s heart ached. She could almost hear his voice through the screen, and she knew he would be devastated if he knew what was happening. She couldn’t tell him, not yet. She needed to be strong for both of them.

Before she could respond, the pain came again—stronger this time, and the doctor moved quickly, motioning for them to prepare for delivery. “It’s time.”

The next few hours were a whirlwind of activity, but Y/N never felt alone. Anne and Gemma stayed by her side, offering comfort and support as the medical team helped her through the labor. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt, but she held on to the idea that once this was over, she’d have something incredible to show for it. Something she never expected but would love with all her heart.

And then, at the very end, when everything was still and calm, the soft cry of a newborn filled the room.

A baby.

Y/N couldn’t believe it—her baby. Her daughter.

As they placed the tiny, perfect baby girl in her arms, she felt a rush of love like nothing she had ever known. Her heart swelled in a way she never thought possible. This little person, who had been growing inside her all this time, was now here.

And then, as if by magic, her phone buzzed again. It was Harry, texting once more:

"I’m done with the show. I’ll see you soon. I love you."

Anne or Gemma must have told him she was in the hospital. Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled at her baby. This was their future. His future. Their future together.

The door opened, and Gemma peeked her head in. "Y/N, are you...?"

Y/N looked up, her voice shaky but filled with joy. “I’m okay. I’m... I’m a mom.”

Anne stepped in as well, her face softening with tears as she looked at her new granddaughter. "Oh, darling. Harry’s going to be over the moon."

Y/N nodded, her hand gently cradling the baby, the tiny life she had no idea she was carrying. In that moment, it didn’t matter how it had happened. What mattered was the love she felt, and the fact that Harry—her partner, her best friend—was about to become a father.

As she held her baby close, she sent a quick message back to Harry:

"I’m waiting for you. And I love you more than words can say."

And in that moment, as the world outside continued to turn, Y/N knew that no matter what came next, she was ready for this new chapter of her life. With Harry by her side, everything would be The hours after Y/N had given birth were a blur of emotion, exhaustion, and overwhelming love. Her little girl—her beautiful, perfect daughter—was nestled in her arms, fast asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with each delicate breath. Y/N couldn’t stop staring at the baby, her heart full of a love she had never known was possible.

Anne and Gemma had left to give Y/N some space, giving her time to soak in the new reality. Their faces were tear-streaked and full of joy when they left the room, but they both knew how important this moment was—just Y/N and her daughter, before the world came rushing back.

Y/N sat in the hospital bed, cradling the baby close to her chest, when her phone buzzed again.

"I'm on my way, love. I’m outside the hospital now. I’ll be there in five."

The message was from Harry. His words were so simple, yet they carried so much weight. He had no idea. He was about to walk into the most life-changing moment of his life.

Y/N felt her chest tighten. She had to get ready. How do I tell him? she thought. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she had given birth—no warning, no signs, just a beautiful little baby that was hers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft tap on the door.

"Y/N?" It was Gemma’s voice. "Harry’s here."

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart racing. Okay. Here we go.

Anne and Gemma entered, both with huge smiles on their faces. Harry wasn’t with them yet, and Gemma stepped forward, her eyes soft with understanding. "He’s just outside," she said quietly. "Are you ready?"

Y/N nodded, the weight of the moment still heavy on her shoulders. "I think so. But I don’t even know how to tell him."

Anne came over, squeezing her shoulder. "You don’t need to tell him anything. He’ll figure it out when he sees her. You don’t have to say anything right away. Just... be honest with him, Y/N. He’ll be thrilled. He’s going to love her so much."

Y/N smiled at her mom, the warmth of her support helping to steady her nerves. She looked down at the little girl in her arms, who stirred slightly, letting out a soft yawn.

Just then, Harry appeared in the doorway, looking slightly out of breath and still in his performance clothes. His face lit up when he saw his family and friends, but as his eyes landed on Y/N, sitting in the bed with the little bundle in her arms, his smile faltered. He took a few hesitant steps toward her, confusion crossing his face.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft, a mixture of worry and tenderness. "What’s going on? Are you okay?"

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as she held up the baby, her hands shaking. "Harry," she whispered, her voice cracking, "I’m... I’m okay. And this... this is our daughter."

Harry froze, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to find the right words. His eyes flicked between Y/N’s face and the tiny baby in her arms. His expression was one of disbelief, confusion, and then, slowly, a dawning realization.

"You... What?" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible. "But... but I didn’t—"

"I didn’t know either," Y/N cut him off, her voice gentle but steady. "It’s a cryptic pregnancy. I didn’t know I was pregnant until today. The pain I had, the cramps—it... it was labor."

For a long moment, Harry didn’t move. His entire body seemed frozen, his mind struggling to process the flood of information. But then, something shifted. His eyes softened, his face breaking into a mix of wonder and love.

"She’s... ours?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion, stepping closer.

Y/N nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she reached out to him, the baby still cradled gently in her arms. "Yes. She’s ours, Harry."

Without another word, Harry took a step forward, kneeling beside the bed. His hands were trembling as he looked down at the tiny girl in Y/N’s arms, his eyes wide and full of awe. The reality of the moment hit him all at once, and he reached out slowly, gently, as though afraid he might break the fragile perfection of the moment.

"Hi," Harry whispered to the baby, his voice a soft caress. "I’m your daddy. I’m so sorry I didn’t know... but I promise I’m going to love you more than anything in this world."

The baby stirred in Y/N’s arms, and Harry’s eyes welled with tears as he carefully stroked her tiny hand. "She’s beautiful," he murmured, his voice breaking as he looked up at Y/N. "How... how did this happen? How did we not know?"

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling her heart swell with love for him, for their daughter, for the family they were about to become. "I don’t know," she said softly. "But here she is. She’s perfect, Harry."

Harry looked up at her, his face filled with an overwhelming mix of emotions—shock, joy, disbelief, and pure, unfiltered love. "You’re perfect, Y/N," he whispered. "And this... she’s perfect. I love you both so much."

Tears began to slip down Y/N’s cheeks as she leaned in closer to him, her heart full. "I love you too," she whispered, feeling the weight of their new life, the life they would now build together. "You’re going to be an amazing dad, Harry."

He smiled at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I already love her more than anything. I promise you, Y/N, I’m going to do everything I can to make this family everything it can be."

As Harry gently cupped their daughter’s tiny hand in his, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I can’t believe this. She’s ours."

Y/N nodded, her smile wide and radiant as she looked at Harry. "She’s ours. And we’re going to be okay."

With that, Harry stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off the baby, and turned to Anne and Gemma, who were standing at the foot of the bed. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Thank you for being here. For helping her. For being... for being everything she needs."

Anne smiled warmly, her heart full of pride for her son. "We’re family, Harry. And family takes care of each other."

Gemma stepped forward, smiling through her own tears. "I can’t believe I’m an aunt!" she laughed softly. "She’s going to be the most spoiled little girl in the world."

Harry smiled at them, his heart so full he thought it might burst. And as he looked down at his daughter once more, he couldn’t help but think that maybe the world had a way of surprising you when you least expected it.

This was their new beginning—the beginning of a new chapter. One filled with endless love, laughter, and, most of all, their little girl.

"Hi, baby," Harry whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. "You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I’m so glad you’re here."

And in that moment, with his family gathered around and his daughter in his arms, Harry knew one thing for sure—life had just given him the greatest gift.

[cherryredstars]

Hey sweetie hoping you're doing well

What about a college au where Miguel is a punk and reader is a smarty coquette? And Miguel is very teasing with her to catch her attention... Very enemies to lovers (with smut)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fluff, Penetrative Sex, Slight Mentions of Bondage

Summary: He loves how you wear your ribbons.

A/N: This request is so cutesy!! I hope you're doing well too, love!

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You hate him.

Which hurts you to say because you really do try your best not to hate anyone. But Miguel O'Hara makes it very easy to hate someone. You're just so tired of him! It's like he makes it his life mission to make you angry. Which makes you even more mad because he likes seeing you angry because he just loves making fun of how you look when you're mad!

He's always trying to annoy you. He finds it hilarious to pull on the ends of your bows, making them uneven and loose. You have to spend well over 5 minutes trying to fix your hair while he snickers about it. He's always pulling you back by tugging on your necklace of the day, maybe even pulling the ends of your styled hair. To him, there is always something nasty to point out about your carefully crafted outfits, let it be the quaint design, the ruffles, or even the freaking soft color of it. He finds some sick enjoyment in messing up your aesthetic notebooks and pens, removing the small decorations off of them when you're not looking or dirtying them with graphite stains. He always has to comment about something. He's making fun of the stuff he sees you liking on social media when he's being nosy. Has to tell you how utterly trash your music taste is as a Lana Del Ray song is sung under your breath. Can't let you have an ounce of peace when you talk about how badly you want the new Sonny Angels collection or looking for a specific Calico Critters set. Don't even get him started about all the pastel, cute items you have saved on Pinterest or on your home decor wish list.

But honestly, Miguel is a sucker for everything about you. He's constantly on his knees every time you walk into the lecture hall wearing your frilly skirts and dresses. Damn near collapses of a heart attack when he pulls on the silky bows in your hair or on your necklaces and the sweet smelling perfume you wear hits his nose. He's itching to steal one of your pens so he can have it everywhere he goes or taking a peak into your notebook to look at the dainty notes you are so concentrated on taking. He likes peering into your ribbon-filled world, trying to understand the 'relatable' posts you like about your favorite things. His browsing history is of the little toys you keep mentioning, an occasional search for room decor breaking the stream of Sonny Angels links. He has that one Lana Del Ray Album that you keep singing saved to his music app, and he much prefers your covers.

He finds luck where you find despair. While he loves the fact your professors always pair you two together because of your smarts, you find dread in knowing you can't escape him throughout the weekdays. You always have a pout on your glossy lips as you reluctantly take your seat next to him, your tote bag falling on the long desks with a thump to further emphasize your mood. It makes him chuckle, seeing your obvious dislike of being around him. It makes his heart skip a beat every time you turn to him, warning him in a low whisper to not get on your nerves today. In turn, he should be telling you not to distract him. He can't count how many times he's stopped paying attention to the lecture because he's watching you reapply your lip gloss or fix your hair from the corner of his eye. He's paralyzed for a good minute when you spray your perfume, leaning his arm the slightest bit out so the smell can cling to his leather jacket throughout the day.

But he finds himself the luckiest when he's walking through your dorm room for a project, taking in the distinct smell of you and a room that looks exactly like your Pinterest boards. He isn't exactly sure how it happens, but one second your notebooks are sprayed out against the covers of your bed, and the next they're a crumpled mess on your floor as he has you pinned under him. Your soft bed sheets have nothing on your skin as his rough hands travel up your legs and arms, pulling down the straps of your dress and untying them from the back. He's never been more in love with your bows than the moment your dress slips off your body to reveal the small bows decorating your underwear. It makes him groan as he slips them off your body, making a mental note to please take them home with him when he's done.

As much as he loves the ribbons in your hair, he can't help but think how pretty you look when your hair falls around your shoulders. He much prefers the look of the silk ribbon around your wrists, making sure the ends are even and the bow is tied in perfect loops. Your glossy lips look divine as they drop open in a moan as he pushes into your tight cunt, obsessed with the way your walls pulsate around his leaking cock. And the way you call out his name in that wobbly tone, so different from the low hisses you usually give him, has him gritting his teeth to will himself not to shoot his load so soon. His mind is as loopy as your bows when he buries his face in your neck, huffing at the smell of vanilla cherry and sweat and sex on your skin. He feels like he's in paradise, and even the low tones of Lana's voice filling the room doesn't take away anything from the moment.

Don't question him when that pink ribbon around your wrists goes missing after this, because there is no way in hell he isn't taking that home with him too.

Part 2 Part 3

[amirasainz]

So after the whole Brazil GP weekend, I have to say that the drivers were so funny to watch during the whole "will there be a qualifying or not".

What about driver!reader that does something crazy during the whole thing. And afterwards she is sleeping by the tyres, because it's the warmest place to be.

Thank you <3333333

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

- xoxo babygirl 💙

Umbrella

It was Saturday afternoon at the Interlagos circuit, and the rain was relentless. The paddock was a mess of puddles, drenched engineers, and soaked fans who clung to their umbrellas, hoping for qualifying to start. The drivers waited in their motorhomes or huddled up in the pit garage, bantering, snacking, and desperately trying to stay warm. Every few minutes, the announcement would come over the speakers, postponing the start of qualifying yet again due to the downpour.

Max stretched his legs, leaning against the wall in the Red Bull garage. "You know, maybe they should let us race with jet skis at this point," he muttered, making a few of the mechanics chuckle.

Across the pit lane, Charles threw his head back with a laugh. "I’d like to see you try, Max!"

Just then, a slow, familiar beat started to play over the speakers. Boom, boom, ka… boom, boom, ka.

The drivers paused, exchanging confused glances as the unmistakable opening notes of Rihanna’s Umbrella played over the loudspeakers. But what really caught their attention was a ripple of excitement that surged through the crowd in the grandstands. The fans had all started pointing at something—someone—approaching from the back of the pit lane.

George squinted, “Is that…?”

Walking down the pit lane in a Red Bull jacket, drenched but looking determined, was Y/N, Red Bull’s first female racer, only 18 years old but with a spark and style that had everyone buzzing this season. She strutted through the puddles, the rain bouncing off her cap, her Red Bull mechanics flanking her like a squad, all clearly in on whatever she was planning.

The beat dropped, and as Rihanna’s voice filled the air, Y/N tossed her jacket off dramatically. With a grin, she and her mechanics began to move in sync to the music, just like Tom Holland’s legendary performance on Lip Sync Battle.

Carlos’ jaw dropped. “Are they—? No way!”

“Yep,” said Lando, unable to contain his laughter. “They’re doing the performance. Full send!”

As the first verse kicked in, Y/N spun, stepping through puddles with dramatic flourishes, her mechanics adding spins and claps that matched her every move. Fans cheered from the grandstands, chanting her name and holding up phones to capture every second.

Pierre and Esteban, usually rivals on and off the track, were both doubled over with laughter, cheering her on. “This is the best thing that’s happened all weekend,” Esteban said, wiping away a tear.

Max crossed his arms, nodding approvingly, “Respect. That’s commitment right there.”

Meanwhile, the Ferrari team leaned over the pit wall, watching in awe as Y/N absolutely nailed every move, the raindrops flying around her as if the storm itself was in on the performance. When she did the famous spin-and-drop move that Tom Holland had made famous, the entire pit lane erupted in applause and whistles.

“Look at her go!” Lewis called from Mercedes’ side, genuinely entertained. “She’s got the whole crowd captivated!”

Charles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Forget racing, maybe she should go into show business.”

Y/N laughed, locking eyes with the crowd as she sang along to the chorus: “Under my umbrella, ella, ella…” The fans joined in, their voices echoing around the pit lane. Her mechanics, committed to the bit, twirled their umbrellas above her as if choreographed for the rain.

After the song finished, Y/N and her mechanics took an exaggerated bow, soaking wet but absolutely buzzing with energy and laughter. She waved at the crowd, blowing kisses, as her team threw their arms around her, cheering and laughing.

When Y/N returned to the Red Bull garage, dripping wet and grinning ear-to-ear, Max extended a hug. “That was epic, Y/N. Never thought I’d see someone pull that off here.”

“Thanks, Max,” she said, hugging him tightly back. “Thought I’d keep everyone entertained since, well, looks like we’re stuck here.”

Lando wandered over from McLaren, still laughing. “You know, if F1 ever falls through for you, there’s a career in musical theatre waiting.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Y/N said, laughing. “I’ll just have to be a part-time singer and full-time driver.”

The rain continued to pour down, and with no sign of qualifying starting soon, the energy in the paddock started to wind down. After the performance, most of the drivers and team members settled back, some checking the radar, others chatting and relaxing.

About an hour later, Carlos spotted something odd. “Uh…guys?”

Everyone turned to see Y/N curled up beside a stack of tires in the Red Bull garage, fast asleep. She had her arms wrapped around one of the tires, using it as a pillow, completely oblivious to the rain and noise around her.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s hugging the tires. Guess they’re warmer than the rain.”

Max grinned, whispering, “She really is something, huh?”

Y/N’s mechanic, Luke, covered her with a spare Red Bull jacket, careful not to wake her. “Let her rest. She earned it after that show.”

Back in the grandstands, fans were still buzzing, sharing clips and photos of Y/N’s impromptu performance all over social media. The whole weekend might have been wet and chaotic, but for one afternoon, everyone—drivers, fans, and teams alike—had found a moment of pure, unexpected joy in the storm.

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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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[cupcakefactory]

How about Caleb playing with his mcs hair but its got like super long since he died?!

Sorry i went a little off ask here, if you want me to try again please let me know! >-<

Requests are always open <3

Hair holds memories.

Summary: Caleb had always loved playing with your hair, and then, he died.

Warnings: Reader has long hair, I wrote it with straight hair in mind (Sorry guys, it's just what I have, I didn't want to do curly hair wrong), Grief, Caleb is "dead" for the first half, Hurt/Comfort, Pipsqueak mentioned (is a thea fic), happy endings, implied they're dating at the end!!

WC: 1.1

Calebs' Adjutant: @weepylilguy , @hiqhkey

“Hair holds memories.”

Tara whispered gently into your scalp, She had rushed to your apartment the moment you had called her – no hesitation, she knew you well enough now to know you wouldn’t have called unless you had to. You hated to rely on people, hated to have people rush to your side – or well, you hated to rely on everyone but one person, one person who wasn’t by your side anymore, wasn’t here to comfort you. He was the reason you were in this mess, the reason you were crying your eyes out on your sofa with your once colleague, now friends, arms around you.

It was meant to be a simple haircut, you needed a trim desperately – the ends of your hair tattered and thinning from how dead they were. They knotted easily, meaning your mornings were longer now, and washing it took just as long. The simple solution was to have it cut, you were an adult now, so you booked the appointment, arrived, and sat in the chair like everyone else. It should have ended there; you got the trim and left.

But it didn’t, the moment the stylist asked how much to trim – a smile on her face, you were hit with memories of the last person who had done this, who had asked that question.

Caleb.

Then the memories got worse, Caleb's fingers running through your hair and untangling the knots during movie night, where you sat on his lap in Grandma's house. Caleb braiding your hair for High School when you had stayed up too late studying and were too tired to do it yourself. Caleb washing it when you were training to be a hunter after you fell into a bit of mud during a lesson. Caleb drying your hair every time you washed it when you were together.

Caleb always played, washed, and styled your hair. He seemed to always gravitate to doing something with it when you were together, he smiled all the time as well.

And now Caleb was gone, in a casket 6 feet under – he couldn’t do anything to your hair anymore. That made you freeze, and before you could explain anything, you had run out of the hair salon.

Did you feel silly? Yes. Did it feel like the most pathetic thing you could have done? Yes. Caleb was dead, you had grieved him for months now, and it was just hair; it would grow back, it always did. You had phoned Tara in the middle of this breakdown, and she had rushed over without hesitation.

Her explanation that hair held memories helped calm you, maybe it was just too soon to let go of this part of Caleb. Too soon to cut off the hair he had played with and braided, so, instead you just sucked it up and let it grow. Your morning routines were longer, your shampoo seemed to run out like it was out of fashion – but it felt like you were carrying a part of Caleb around with you still.

Of course, when you re-met at the fleet, it was one of the first things he noticed. It fell to your hips now, and you had done your best to keep it in decent condition, buying the best products and applying them as the instructions told you to. The ends never really recovered, but the rest of it gleamed from the care – it looked healthy as it lay against your back and under the cap you wore.

He didn’t comment on it, although he wanted to. His fingers threaded through it when he hugged you again for the first time, memorising how soft it was now under his fingers. When he got to blow dry it again, it took double the time it did as kids, but he didn’t mind – he got to keep you between his legs for longer, and that was almost like tasting paradise to Caleb.

However, he knew no matter how happy it made him, he should ask.

He did after dinner one day, it had been a year since you had reunited – it felt like a good amount of time to have waited. Honestly, you were surprised it took that long, having expected this conversation sooner.

“Hey.. Pips, why have you let your hair grow so long? It doesn’t look like it’s been cut since…”

He trailed off, knowing you didn’t like reminders of the explosion. Your fork stilled, eyes meeting his that were serious but gentle – he could never hide what he was feeling when he wore them. They were truly doors to his soul. You smiled a little as you answered

“I couldn’t bring myself to cut it; every time I thought about it, I remembered the last time you ran your fingers through it.”

That answer was so simple it crushed him; he had expected you to just say you didn’t want to, or that you were growing it for a charity. Yet, that wasn’t the case – you had grown it so long because of the memory of him. His eyes watered and lips trembled, but he fought it back as you continued to explain.

“I tried to cut it, y’know, went to the salon and everything… but the moment she asked how short I wanted it.. I remembered your touch. It felt like cutting away a bit of you, and I.. couldn’t lose anymore of you.”

He couldn’t hold it back anymore, standing and pushing his chair back before rushing over to embrace you. His arms felt like home as he kissed your head, refusing to let his tears fall, refusing to cause you anymore pain after all he had without even knowing it.

“I’m here now..”

“I know..”

Your arms wrapped back around him, chin resting on his chest as you looked up at his face. So warm, so tender – the face of the boy you grew up with turned into a man, and you weren’t too sure when it happened. The days spent in the sun chasing each other are now a distant memory, one you hold in your heart.

“My hair held the memories of you, Caleb. Held the memories of your touch, your care… it held how much I loved you… and”

“How much I loved you back”

He finished, pushing a strand behind your ear with a gentle smile and a kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, he found himself loving your hair more, because it was evidence right in front of him that you had missed him as much as he had missed you.

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[yanderes-galore]

for the 16th rivalry between yandere lmk wukong and macaque?? please

Hm... I can try some rivalry HCs, sure!

Yandere! Sun Wukong vs Macaque

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Violence, Attempted kidnapping mentioned, Isolation, Jealousy, Dubious relationship.

I think this is a cool idea considering how their dynamic and characters are portrayed in canon.

After all, Sun Wukong and Macaque are meant to be opposites of one another.

They were once sworn brothers and friends, then after Macaque was left behind they were enemies.

Later on they become 'friends' again... but imagine if they both got attached to the same person while being enemies?

Maybe you meet Sun Wukong first, a known hero who gets all the fame.

You may even be close to the monkey king similar to MK, making you both friends.

In this case, Macaque's obsession over you would be to get back at Wukong.

He doesn't want to see the other monkey happy after just abandoning him.

Then while he's originally hunting you down out of spite... Turns out he can see why Wukong enjoys your company.

Alternatively, If Macaque gets obsessed first, he may also use it against Wukong.

Macaque is naturally manipulative, it would not surprise me if he used you to taunt Wukong.

After all, Wukong is beloved by many, but Macaque bets he isn't adored by a special someone.

This ends up making Wukong curious about you.

At the time Macaque wasn't dating you and was lying to mess with Wukong, which made the monkey king look into you.

Unfortunately now both monkeys begin to fight for your affection because Macaque can tell Wukong is going to take you from him... like he's taken everything else.

Another thing I'd like to note about this concept is the fact they seem rather evenly matched.

Macaque is quite literally meant to be Wukong's shadow, they have nearly the same abilities.

Clones, shapeshifting, although they have different fighting styles, they're very similar to one another with the exception of a few skills.

Their motives would also differ between one another.

Wukong tends to lean protective most of the time, while Macaque tends to lean possessive.

However, that does not mean they both aren't capable of these traits... That's just where they tend to lean towards.

I was going to say their rivalry would be petty, but that's only if they were on good terms.

Since Macaque is scared of abandonment, he'd probably aim to get rid of Wukong permanently if he felt you were going to be taken from him.

Meanwhile, Wukong doesn't trust Macaque to not do anything cruel with you.

They're both scared to lose you to the other, but again, different motives.

Wukong thinks you're going to get hurt, Macaque doesn't want to be hurt again...

Which makes both monkeys decide they should try to keep you away from the other.

I do think their rivalry would get violent but they'd never get to the point of killing one another as one of them will always retreat.

Macaque is always following you around like a shadow, hoping he'll get your attention with his sweet words.

Wukong warns you about him, but he's no better honestly.

Macaque stalks you through the shadows, Wukong 'watches over you' as different animals.

See? There's little difference between them but motive and method.

The two still stalk you, the two still fight for you, they're pretty much the same.

Just because Wukong isn't sly and overly charismatic as Macaque doesn't mean he isn't manipulating you in some way.

Both of them want to isolate you, both of them want you to themselves...

Seriously, is there much of a difference between 'protecting you' and 'isolating you' when it comes to them?

No, No there isn't.

Not only that but their fights are nearly catastrophic.

They're both ridiculously strong and determined to get their way.

It may even be a bit upsetting because Macaque just wants to find someone to give him attention?

He definitely takes this rivalry personally since Macaque thinks Wukong has everything.

When in reality, Wukong is probably in a similar boat.

They both just want attention and love from one specific person.

Which, unfortunately, happens to be you.

I can see them both being clingy and brutal in their obsession.

They both like to be playful and clingy with you, completely unwilling to share you.

They both have their sights on you as their partner, probably even for life if they can get you immortal.

Just imagine how their fights would go...

It would not be surprising if they came out of it bleeding, still growling at one another like feral animals until you step in to break things up.

While they may not kill one another, they often drag you around due to their rivalry.

For example, there were probably many times Macaque tried to drag you off into one of his shadow portals... Only for Wukong to step in.

Or maybe Wukong's trying to keep you on Flower Fruit Mountain to hide you from Macaque... Only for the shadow monkey to know exactly where you went.

I feel the only way to stop this rivalry, or at least make them stop being so brutal, would be after the Azure Lion arc.

By that point they're on better terms with one another, not quite friends but not entirely enemies...

Yet they both can't seem to accept the fact they both love you.

They'd tone down the fighting by this point but you'd still need to step in to soothe them.

For now they can accept the fact you love them both... yet they always want more.

They're greedy.

So even if you can calm them, they're still possessive.

They both want you as their own, to claim you and mark you as their chosen partner.

But, neither of them can get that far as the other one will stop them.

While they will accept the fact they both protect you, they both want you safe, and overall have the same goal to keep you happy...

They aren't happy until one of them wins.

They may not kill one another, but their fights seem to get close.

You worry for them, you really do.

Yet there's nothing you can do but let what's going on play out.

Even if you made a choice on which one you want as a partner, if you're even interested... The other would never accept that choice.

What might be worse is you probably don't even reciprocate.

You don't love them like they love you, you see them as friends.

Even if one of them won, you wouldn't be happy.

Either option still makes you isolated and hidden away from anyone else.

It's funny how similar they are... in a morbid way.

It just depends on what you prefer.

A manipulative monkey who wants to treat you like a toy he can't share...

Or would you rather have a monkey who thinks hiding you away will keep you safe and happy on a mountain?

Honestly, in the end, who wins doesn't matter for you... If there's even a winner.

You'll just be given the same outcome even if there's one who wins...

Maybe it's a good thing if neither of them have you and they continue to fight....

[illubean]

srry I keep doing super long requests so I'll try to make this one shorter.

Illumi, Chrollo, Feitan, and Leorio's reaction gn!s/o or crush who fights by shredding mfs with tooth and claw like some kind of feral animal

they see a cowardly enemy try to run, turn to him and go "hey babe, do me a solid and throw me." so they can drill down onto the mf and maul the shit out of 'em coming back just absolutely soaked in blood.

for bonus comedy maybe they say somethin like "that felt sexy. we should do that more often." or "lmao we should name that move..."

HXH With an S/o W/ Sharp Teeth/Claws

Characters: Leorio Paladaknight, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader

up to you if nen makes ur teeth/nails grow or if ur just freaky all the time

Warnings: violence

Leorio Paladaknight

this man is HORRIFIED

YOU'RE SO SCARY

forget him throwing you in battle bro he is RUNNING FOR COVER

the first time he ever saw you maul something like an animal was those damn pigs at the hunter exam

fuck a weak spot you just bit a chunk out of it and it died 😭

"YOU'RE COVERED IN PIG BLOOD!" "Oopsiesss :3"

he is so scared

do not put your mouth anywhere near him he will run away screaming

he shivers every time your hand brushes up against him

poor guy

Illumi Zoldyck

you're like a personal guard dog, forget mike

he lets you take care of whatever business he doesn't have time for

and if he's going on a mission where he has multiple targets he'd bring you just for funsies

its almost like he's walking around with a chain chop at all times

if you asked him to throw you he'd be like ??? ok then CHUCK YOU LIKE A JAVELIN

he thinks it's kinda gross how messy you get especially since it like...gets in your mouth

he's already iffy about physical affection but this man will not touch you until you have been thoroughly sanitized afterwards

he won't even let you step foot inside the house

he WILL hose you down like a dog he don't play

"y'know you should throw me more often!" "only if you're clean before I touch you."

Chrollo Lucilfer

you know when dads grab their kids by the back of their shirts and swing them?

yeah that's how he's going to throw you

at some point it just becomes routine for him to quite literally throw you into battle since you enjoy it so much

why? he has no clue but he will indulge you

and every time its like fnaf jumpscare for your opponent

Chrollo is another one who doesn't like the mess and he rather you stay a safe distance until you clean yourself

the amount of hydrogen peroxide he has to get is insane

bro refuses to let there be bloodstains on ANYTHING and he will do all your laundry too

with gloves on of course

one day you came up to him and were like "maybe we should call that the flying squirrel"

Feitan Portor

he likes your style

you're straight to the point no bs and get shit done

sometimes this little sadist sits back and lets you do all the dirty work because he likes watching you

you guys were occupied with some lowly enemies and you noticed one trying to run off

and when you tell Feitan to throw you he does it with no hesitation (even though I imagine its kind of awko cus yk...hes a small man)

and when you rip this guy apart like some sort of rabid honey badger he's like

heh nice

and when you come back covered in blood and looking like a golden retriever wagging it's tail he is a #proud bf

"we should totally name that move :3"

he doesn't say much but he'll grab your hand and lead you away from the scene

you can't tell but he has a lil proud smile behind his cloak mask thingy

[jazeswhbhaven]

hi!! can I request whb!kings ( and some nobles if you want ) reactions to a mc who says they love long-haired men?

Hi there!! I am feeling this request heavy because I too find long-haired men aesthetically pleasing to look at irl and fiction. Let's see what our kings think :P

Satan: He has long hair. It's fluffy, unruly at times and smells like cat fur, but it's still long. So when he hears MC going on and on about men with long hair, he's grabbing their hands and forcing them to pet his hair and play with it. I mean he's standing right there, might as well fulfill your desires MC....

Mammon: He hears that MC loves long-haired men and it brings him back to the time he had long hair, long and luxurious that he inherited from his father. Using his little Ai bots and a bit of magic, he creates a machine that can change your hairstyle in less than 5 minutes. And with that, his hair grows out past his shoulders, and MC is in awe. Leave it to Mammon to do anything for MC's attention.

Beelzebub: His hair is kinda long, but it's styled because he prefers it that way. But he starts to get testy about MC being around Bael because when he takes it down from being tied up, it's pretty damn long, he just never has time to cut it. Because of that, he may have cut Bael's hair while he was sleeping....that way MC won't have any distractions and can be reminded of Beel when he's away. It's a good thing the other nobles have short hair....

Leviathan: What's so good about long hair? It gets in the way, makes you look like a wild animal, and isn't very flattering at all. He's already upset with MC even mentioning others who have long hair and a particular devil comes to mind. Next thing you know, MC is noticing that Levi is letting his hair grow out. The other devils in Hades are now required to keep their hair at a certain length which is no longer than the bottom of their ear lobes.

Lucifer: His hair is kept at neck length because he prefers it that way, but can understand why MC likes long-hair. In fact, he mentions that Gamigin has long hair and that MC should go and braid it sometimes. Though, MC's point was to get Lucifer to try and grow out his hair longer, maybe past his shoulders. That won't ever happen, his hair would get caught in his open wound that still on his back and he can't have that.

Belphegor: He likes his hair medium length because it's less maintenance. He doesn't think he could ever deal with long hair because it would never be washed and get all messed up and greasy beyond repair. However, he's willing to put on a wig for MC because he can take that off easily, or just get Beleth to do it. But don't expect that wig to be in good condition after a couple days of him sleeping in it.

Asmodeus: His hair is so long it drags across the floor. So when MC mentions loving long-haired men he's front and center smothering them with his hair. He even asks MC if they would like it if he grew out his hair in other places too. Also he read their mind when they once thought about doing inappropriate things with his hair. He wants to try that out. Right now in fact.

NOBLES TIME~

Sitri: His hair is short now, so when he hears about MC having a thing for long-haired men, he's considering growing it out again. After a couple weeks his hair reaches his shoulders and it's fluffy and pretty. Everyone in the palace kept forgetting it was Sitri, and MC was running into things because they kept staring. He felt it was too much of a distraction so he cuts it. But it was fun while it lasted.

Zagan: This noble has such pretty silky hair, MC can't help but compliment him each time. Zagan doesn't have much to say, but here lately he's been using a different conditioner and shampoo and now his hair is even longer and shiny. He secretly hopes this gets MC to talk to him more.

Paimon: He always has his hair tied up in pigtails so when he reveals how long his hair is to MC, he's happy to hear that MC is impressed and wants to play with it often. Paimon even encourages MC to get extensions to match, because he also likes long-hair on potential suitors. Now they can matcchhhhhh <3

Bael: He's pretty pissed off that Beel cut his hair in the middle of the night, but at least now he looks even more similar to his annoying best friend. He always liked having his long hair tied back and even planned on growing it out more because he found out MC likes long-haired men. Now it's his chance again, at least his hair grows fast.

SURPRISE ITS RIN!!!~

When Jjok turns into his other form, his hair is long, pretty, and super red like his fur. It was merely a coincidence that MC happens to like men with long-hair so he brags about it whenever he gets the chance too. Imagine him, a simple red lump demon that can turn into a hottie with long-hair? He smiling and even bothering Lucifer about it too.

[sashi-ya]

𝑩𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒚𝒂 & 𝑮𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔/𝒐

🏹 request: anon. For the January requests !! I wanted to ask if you could write some Byakuya and/or Gin head cannons for what they would be like with an s/o who seems to be a degenerate and is constantly acting kinky, only to be inexperienced when it comes to the real thing :> //you can ignore this if you want I just wanted to see your take on it 🥰 🏹tw: mdni. headcanons for byakuya and gin reacting to a kinky but pure reader. soft depictions of sexual matter. edit: I changed the banner, cause I was informed Gin's previous picture was a fan art. I honestly didn't know, since the style looked exactly like Kubo's art. I'm sorry!

ᴋᴜᴄʜɪᴋɪ ʙʏᴀᴋᴜʏᴀ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

🩰 “How could they? How could they be that degenerate?” that’s exactly what he asks himself before discovering how hard he is. There is something about avoiding repression that gets Byakuya going. Not to mention how attracted he is to your face and how he imagines it tinted in pleasure expressions.

🩰 Every time his s/o makes some type of “kinky” commentary, every word reverberates inside of him hitting against “the barriers” he voluntarily choses to build. His frown gets even more serious, but his lips separate with warm air passing through them. He is glad his pants are that flowy, or else his hardness might start showing.

🩰 At first, he will not proceed. The more “kinky” commentaries you do, the more disapproval his look will show. But then, there will be a day in which he won’t be able to hold back much longer…

“Captain, why are you showing so much of your chest? Isn’t it a bit… improper? Or are you trying something with me?” you ask, knowing damn well the more you tease him, the madder he gets.

“Is none of your business. It’s summer. Is hot” he mutters, fixing a pile of papers he has just finished reading. He is right, his office is becoming steam hot, and you are not sure if it’s because of summer or his sole presence. In any case, you see him squirming just a little, giving you the impression he is uncomfortable with the clothes he is wearing or maybe his body.

“It is, since I’m getting horny because of those collar bo-“ you try to keep going between laughter and giggles, but his shunpo is faster than anyone and your hands and belly are now pressed against the desk. His body topping you, his hardness grazing your ass, his mouth breathing so close to your ear. You swallow, after all this time he has finally woken up… but now, what should you do? You have no idea…

“Since you are that horny… why don’t you let me fuck you right now, right here?” Byakuya whispers, in between panting, with the menacing tone of a man that has been holding back for so very long. It is so weird to hear those words coming from his lips, but they definitely make you shiver.

“Bya… Byakuya-sama, I… I seriously- I was joking… I have never, ever… done this” you excuse yourself. Should you let him handle this? is it the moment in which he discovers your purity? Yet, it sounds so well to let him take it.

He stops pushing you against the desk, slowly helping you to stand up. Lovingly turning you around, kissing your lips so carefully.

“I know you are the purest flower of my garden… you pushed my limits, I should have behaved, and for that I’m sorry” he mumbles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“No, Byakuya-sama. Please take me, show me, enlighten me, and punish me”

ɪᴄʜɪᴍᴀʀᴜ ɢɪɴ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

🦢 Gin is not as patient as Byakuya. He won’t let you mess with him for too long, because he will definitely take advantage of your attitude. He knows very well, as wise as he can be, your true nature. You can’t fool him. Gin is not an innocent man.

🦢 He discovered that you were inexperienced way before you could even realize. All this time, he has only been playing dumb.  

🦢 He in fact, will try to push your limits even further, even to the point where you could be publicly exposed for such “indecency”. Some sort of humiliating game that really, really gets him hard and drippy.

🦢 During one of those weekend gatherings, where captains, vicecaptains and soldiers get together to have some sake fill their veins, Gin pulled you closer to him. He remembers every word you said before coming, all the things you joke you wanted to do in the bathroom.

His long fingers, cold and bony, curled around your waist. He kept pulling you towards him, to the point you finally sit on his lap.

His nose, also cold, buried in the crook of your neck with him inhaling your scent. His closed eyes, were shut tight. His lips, planted a sweet kiss on your skin. Before the eyes of everyone there, a depiction of lustful immorality was about to be shown.

“Since you are such a degenerate, why don’t we show them all, all the things you want to do to me?” he asks, very low, in your ear. His hand, snaking down your pants, relying only on the table to cover it up.

“Gin… I- I swear, I don’t- I didn’t mean it” you desperately try to whisper back, this is not the place… nor anywhere else for that matter.

He laughed. He laughed at you.

“I know, I know.. I was just joking. I know you are not exactly what you seem to be. Look at you, all worked up! How fun!”

[wroetolando]

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 | 𝙰𝙺𝙰𝟷𝟸

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: kimi antonelli x clumsy!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where you’re an absolute menace to gravity

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: falling - harry styles

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You had always been a bit of a walking disaster. Not in a dramatic, everything-goes-wrong way, but in the sense that the universe had seemingly decided you were meant to be in a constant battle with gravity. If there was something to trip over, you would trip over it. If there was a doorway, you would misjudge your distance and clip your shoulder. And if there was any sort of fragile object in the vicinity, chances were, it wouldn’t be intact for long.

It had never been a huge problem—just an occasional annoyance—until you started dating Kimi Antonelli.

Kimi was fast. Precise. Calculated. A man whose entire career depended on perfect control, on reacting to the smallest of changes in an instant. He was the complete opposite of you. He had balance, agility, and awareness of his surroundings, whereas you? Well, you could barely walk in a straight line without somehow getting yourself into trouble.

And yet, despite how different you were, Kimi never seemed annoyed by your clumsiness. If anything, he found it adorable. Which was infuriating.

You weren’t trying to be a walking hazard, but he acted like it was some sort of running joke between you two. And, unfortunately, you gave him plenty of material to work with.

Like today.

The day had started normally enough. You were hanging around the paddock, waiting for Kimi to finish his debrief after a practice session. You weren’t an official part of his team, but as his girlfriend, you had somehow become a permanent fixture in the F2 paddock. You had quickly learned that dating a driver came with its own set of challenges—mainly, trying to navigate the bustling environment without injuring yourself or anyone else in the process.

So far, you weren’t doing great.

“Hey, can you grab that water bottle for me?” one of the engineers asked, pointing toward a crate in the corner.

You nodded, walking toward it with confidence. It was a simple task. No way to mess it up. But the second you reached for the bottle, your foot caught on something—a cable, maybe, or your own shoelace (who even knew at this point?)—and suddenly, you were lurching forward.

You didn’t even have time to register what was happening before you crashed into something solid. Or, more accurately, someone solid.

A familiar pair of hands caught you before you could hit the ground, steadying you as you let out a dramatic groan. You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered into Kimi’s chest.

He let out a quiet chuckle, his hands still firm on your waist. “You really do have a talent for this.”

Slowly, you lifted your head, face already burning with embarrassment. Kimi was looking down at you, amusement dancing in his blue eyes.

“For what? Falling?” you grumbled.

“Mhm.” He smirked. “Right into me. Again.”

You huffed, stepping back—only to immediately stumble over your own feet. Kimi reached out instinctively, gripping your arm before you could go down again.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you mumbled.

“It’s been ridiculous,” he corrected, shaking his head. “I think the paddock should start making you wear knee pads.”

You swatted at his arm. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

He grinned but didn’t let go of you right away, as if he was still expecting you to trip again. Which, to be fair, wasn’t an unreasonable assumption.

“Seriously, though,” he said, his voice softer now, “are you okay?”

“Physically? Yes. Emotionally? I’d like to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.”

Kimi chuckled again. “If you did that, who would keep me entertained?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

After making sure you weren’t about to collapse again, Kimi finally released you, but not before giving your shoulder a playful squeeze. “Try to stay upright for the next five minutes, yeah?”

“No promises.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You did manage to stay upright for more than five minutes. Almost an hour, actually. Which was an achievement, given your track record.

You and Kimi had left the garage and were now walking through the paddock, heading toward the hospitality area. He had a press session soon, and you had no real reason to be there other than the fact that you liked hanging around him.

As if sensing your next inevitable accident, Kimi suddenly held out his arm in front of you, stopping you mid-step.

“What—”

You barely had time to react before a member of another team sped past with a trolley full of equipment, missing you by inches.

Kimi turned to you with an unimpressed look. “See? This is why I have to keep an eye on you.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, that wasn’t my fault.”

“Maybe not, but I wasn’t taking any chances.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you kept walking. “You’re acting like I’m some kind of liability.”

Kimi snorted. “You are a liability.”

“I am not.”

“You tripped over air and fell on me an hour ago.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Before you could come up with a retort, you suddenly felt your foot catch on something again. You barely managed to stop yourself from face-planting, but in the process, you stumbled right into Kimi’s side.

His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist, steadying you before you could do any more damage.

He let out a slow sigh. “Case in point.”

You buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate my life.”

He laughed, tightening his grip on you for a moment before finally letting go.

“Come on,” he said, still grinning. “Let’s get you inside before you manage to break something.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The rest of the afternoon went relatively smoothly—or, at least, as smoothly as it could when you were involved. You managed to avoid any major catastrophes, though there were a few close calls (like when you almost knocked over an entire tray of drinks in the hospitality lounge).

Eventually, the paddock started to quiet down as the day wound to an end. You and Kimi found yourselves sitting outside near his team’s motorhome, enjoying the cooler evening air.

“You know,” Kimi said after a moment, “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s dangerous.”

He smirked. “Shut up. I’m being serious.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Alright, then. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for a second, then gave a small shrug. “You always make fun of yourself for being clumsy. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”

You snorted. “Oh yeah? Tell that to my bruises.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice softer now. “It’s kind of… endearing.”

Your breath caught slightly at his words, and you turned to look at him properly.

“Endearing?” you repeated.

He nodded, meeting your gaze without hesitation. “Yeah. You make everything interesting. I never know what’s going to happen next with you.”

You swallowed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Kimi, sensing your sudden silence, tilted his head slightly. “Did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just… no one’s ever said that before.”

His lips quirked up in a small smile. “Well, they should have.”

For once, you didn’t have a witty comeback. Instead, you just smiled back at him, a quiet kind of happiness settling in your chest.

And for the first time that day, you weren’t thinking about all the ways you could trip or fall. You were just thinking about him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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Hi! Do you write crack? (Lol this sounds so funny) If you do...can you write about how Arlecchino tries to surprise reader with a nice dinner...only for her to accidentally burn half the kitchen. Thanks!! :3

When all the stars stood in the wrong place

Trope : Crack

Summary : Arlecchino wants to make a delicious dinner that you can enjoy once you return, little does she know that it won't be that easy.

Notes : The Kids⁽ᵀᴹ⁾ are also there, so, Family bonding ig. Chaos, cooking, my phone is bugging out bc of all the words wtf phone those are only 3000, Arlecchino doesn't know that she's in a Crack Fic, POV Arlecchino, No Beta, Fluff, Arle - I fucking love my wife - cchino, Arlecchino is still bad with feelings, Bad Cooking

Thanks for the Request! <3

Wordcount : 3,396

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The Harbingers fingers tapped against the wood of her chair. Her eyes were on the paperwork in front of her. The finished paperwork. Her eyes catched the orange ligth, avoiding her, favoring the table. She pushed the chair back as she stood up. It was odd to be done this early with her work, usually they had more casualties to cover up. Her bones were cracking as she started moving them, pushing her back with her hands, stretching her head left and rigth. She shock her head, moving past the table, the sofa and towards the door, leading her out of the office. Her first thougth was you. Where were you again?

She had woken up next to you, like always, smothered you in kisses untill you woke up before taking a walk in the court of Fontaine, then you had breakfast with the children, after that you prepared some tea and macaroons for her, bringing them to her study. She remembered you telling her about going out with your friends, for shopping, a bit later in the day. Arlecchino also remembered that you said it could get late. That meant nine to ten in your language. She smiled. You had always been good. Perfect even. She walked through the halls of your shared mansion, her feet carying her to the bedroom, her side was well made while yours was…not. She sighed, going to do it herself. Such a mess. While doing your side she thougth about what else there was to do, she could look after her children, but she'd most likely have to go back home once she arrived there, no… she got back up, looking at the time. Maybe…you could be hungry once you got back. She crossed her legs. Usually she only made something at the barbecues, all the other times someone else would be responsible for food, often enough she'd go along, doing what the chef would tell her too, but it could not be too hard to Cook by herself.

Or would it be?

She unconsciously made her so to the kitchen, what could she make for you? You didn't have much of a sweet tooth, yet you liked some here and there, she should probably just make something that easily goes down, considering the time of day. She looked around the lavish kitchen, it was in the typical Fontainian style, with its terquis and whites, as for the elaborate symbols. She moved rigth to the fridge, she should look what was available before making any plans.

The fridge was, unsurprisingly, well filled. As always, Alis must have just went shopping yesterday. Arlecchino picked out some of the basics, eggs, milk, as for flour that she had grabbed from the storage. A few bowls migth be practical too, she grabbed then from…huh? She crocked a brow, staring perplexed at the dishes. What were they doing under the sink? And where in the world are the bowls? She sat back up, opening the place where the dishes were supposed to be, only to be met with spoons. A crease appeared between her brows as she tried to make sense of the forces that were trying to prevent her from making a nice meal for you. Was Celestia playing a cruel joke on her? She was shaking her head, opening all of the cabinets, finding odder and odder things, some that did not even belong in the kitchen.

"Where is a wretched pot?!", she asked as she picked up a plant that was standing in what had been the cabinet for the mugs once. For a split second she thougth about taking the plant out and using the flower pot for the food, only to dismiss the idea for…several reasons. She could rip her hair out, you'd most likely be home in an hour and she hasn't even started cooking. Her last option, before going through every cabinet in the mansion, would be the pantry. She sighed, facing the door. "You better have what I need.", she told it as she pulled down the door handle. Her hand looked foe the ligth switch, fumbling a bit, before activating it. The room was illuminated by the brigth warm ligth, reflected in some surface, she looked away from it, facing the ground. She stayed like this for a few seconds only to see her personal holy grail once she looked up.

A fucking pot.

"Finally.", she mumbled, picking it and the big glass bowl next to it up. This must've taken her like fifteen minutes already, oh, the things one does for love.

She pulled her hair up into a bun and put her jacket on the clothes holder, switching it for an apron, ignoring the open cabinets, she had everything that she needed rigth in front of her and a bit behind her, she'd still need the hearth.

She grabed one of the eggs, cracking it on the border of the glass bowl.

Chirp

She looked at a little being, made out of a feathery yellow coat, she barely saw the beak peeking out. "Hello?", she asked. It only chirped back at her. She blinked, perplexed, trying the next egg…and the next one….and the one after that. At the end, she had six little fluff balls chirping up at her. Was this a punishment? Had she not gone through enough?

"Ok, come here, come here.", she picked them up, carefully and individually, transferring them into the sink. "You, stay.", she commanded as if they could hear her. She'd talk to Alis later, apparently the eggs had been to fresh, it can happen. What she was focused on however, were properly working eggs. And she'd gladly ignore the real problem for now, even if it was chirping at her.

"You better have some proper eggs inside of you.", she threatened the box, trying not to throw it down on the counter, her long nails carefully grabed the edges, ready to open it, untill the doorbell rang.

She grumbled, turning to leave the kitchen, but not withouth a word to the chicks. "You stay here.", they stared at her with their empty button eyes. "And that is an order.", they chirped once, as if they had understood. She nodded. They had an understanding.

Little chick's could be obedient, it depended on personality of course, but they mostly were die to the attachment to their Mother Hen. And this position had gone to Arlecchino it seems, considering the little fluffballs that were carefully following her.

"Who rings that late in the evening?", she asked no one but herself, hoping it wasn't you as she opened the door. But it was someone far worse.

She crocked her brow and straightened her back. "Lyney?", she opened the door a bit further "Lynette and Freminete?", she crossed her arms "What is this about, Children?"

They stared behind her. The little fluffballs were gathering at her feet, but the children didn't dare aw. "Come in, quickly, before anyone can see."

They followed, only awing once the door was closed, falling to their knees, picking the little chicks up. Their 'Father' blushed in embarrassment. "Let's just hope one can't distract you that easily when you're on one of your missions.", she said, walking back to the kitchen with nine children trailing behind her now.

"We were sent by mother." Lyney started, walking up to her side. "She told us to tell you that she'll come home at nine twenty and that she'd like to still eat with you."

"We met her while we were going shopping ourselves." Lynette said, holding up a bag filled with a few ribbons, Freminete held his bag up, Iron clattered against eachother. It probably was for one of his inventions.

She hummed, sligthly smiled. "Well, I was already preparing something.", she said, stopping rigth before the kitchen. "I just, ran into some trouble."

The children looked down at her feet. "The eggs were too fresh, I assume?", asked Lyney. Arlecchino kept her facade up.

"Save it for the stage…but yes. As for some other things.", the door opened, revealing the open cabinets and misplaced objects. "Someone or something seems to be messing with me.", she revealed.

The children looked around. "Well, do you want us to help you 'Father'?", Lynette asked.

Arlecchino considered, putting her hand on her chin. Having more people meant that she could cover more space if she needed to look for something, it meant more hands and…she looked at the three, standing there, anticipatory a bit happy. If you were here, you would've agreed rigth away…she sighed. "Freminete, you take care of the chicks, build them a cage of whatever you can find. Lynette, you put everything in its place and Lyney, you help me cook."

"Yes 'Father'.", they said in union, going rigth to their places.

She met Lyney back at the counter.

"What were you doing 'Father'?"

She shrugged. "I was just…" she thougth a bit about what to say. "…going with the flow, as your 'Mother' would say it."

He looked at her for a few seconds. "Alrigth then, we go with the flow.", he put his hat down, grabing the flour as she went back to cracking the eggs. Now, everything should go just-

Something popped, she hid behind the counter as white blurred her vision. She should stop thinking that everything should go alright.

"What was that?", she asked, looking up from her hiding place.

"I'm sorry 'Father'." Lyney said, standing over an open flour bag as everyone recovered.

"I didn't know a flour bag could make such a loud noise…" Freminete mumbled, picking up a few of the shocked chicks.

"Usually they don't." Arlecchino said, taking of the apron, throwing it on the counter behind her. "Now where is your-" she spotted Lynette behind the counter, hands over her ears. Of course, she was more easily startled by loud noise.

"Lynette, is everything ok?", she asked, the girl looked at her, a smile cracking her face. Rigth, Arlecchino must be covered in flour from head to toe. She tried to scold her expression, but Arlecchino shock her head. "No, it's quite fine, I must look ridiculous."

Lynette smiled.

"I tell you what, you stay here untill you're combat capable again and I'll take care of that drawer filled with spider, ok?"

She nodded.

"Perfect." Arlecchino said, standing back up.

This was something she may have taken from you. Her hands drew out the spider drawer. "Lyney, you're the chef now, do you think you can take that responsibility?"

"Yes 'Father'! I won't disappoint you."

Her gaze softened. "I know."

This too. Arlecchino was growing soft and her mask was slipping. Or maybe you were taking it off. Anger makes you impulsive, sorrow causes you to waver…and love made you weak. She sighed. She opened the back door, the sun was still beating down on earth, the last few hot days wer e a test on her and on her love for suits."There, there, you're free now.", she told them as they scattered withouth looking back. Oh, they were lovable creatures, weren't they?

As she was slowly approaching the kitchen, she was able to hear Lyney barking orders at his siblings. Arlecchino smiled. He was as good as she expected. Upon arriving, she had her hand go over her jacket, cleaning it on atleast surface level, but gods knew that she'd never get the flour out of all those little crevices.

"'Father'! You're back!" Lyney was stirring the pot as Freminete was working on a little cage and Lynette was pushing a pizza in the oven. "The Pizza is only a last resort, if all else fails! Also, Freminete is nearly done with the cage, then…well, he's nearly done and I think we'll just make kaiserschmarrn."

"Sounds good.", she came up to him and he automatically gave her the pot.

"I'll get some of the other stuff for it.", Lyney said.

Lynette finished setting the oven up, turning back to her 'Father' now.

"Set up the kettle and your 'mother's' favorite tea." She said withouth looking up, concentrating on sprinkling chocolate chips in and half of the flaked almonds.

"Children?"

"On it, 'Father'!" She heard how Lyney grabbed the butter and Lynette slapped it in. Arlecchino stirred a bit more, looking at the recept one or two times inbetween. She sat the bowl down, adding the rest of the flakes, now it only would have to densen for a bit, after the recipe atleast.

When she turned, the butter was already melting, Lynette was pouring the tea and Lyney checked the pizza. Freminete has finished now with the cage and- Arlecchino had to hild back her smile as the chicks tried to climb the walls up, only to fall back down.

"ˋFatherˋ, where do the plants have to go?"

She looked at each of them. "Small ones go on the windowsill of the bedroom, that big one was next to the fireplace and the rest, just put it in the living room and atleastnone in my office." he nodded as he took some of the smaller ones, taking them out.

Arlecchino looked at the clock over the doorframe. Nine, on the dot. Her charcoal hand fanned some air towards the flowy dough. If it wasn't done in five minutes, she'd just throw one half in and distract you somehow as the children finished the other one.

Five minutes passed and Arlecchino parted it to throw it into the pan, disconnecting the dough frome eachother as Lyney was slowly panicking. "She'll be here I'm five minutes!", he said, grabing his head.

Lynette shrugged. "And we're nearly done. There's no need to panic.", she shrugged, staring as her 'Father' calmly set the stove on fire, helping a bit out by putting her hand under the pan. "That's actually quite practical.", she said.

"That could be a practical skill on outdoor missions, did you ever use it?"

"Only in cases where a fire wasn't possible.", she said, putting it down once she was satisfied.

"Do you think 'Mother' will be satisfied with that handprint on the pan?"

She picked it back up. Indeed, there was a big charcoal handprint. "Damn it. You're mother is barely in the kitchen, she won't notice unless she's looking for it. And Alis won't ask any questions."

"Who's Alis?" Freminete, who has just arrived, asked.

"The Maid."

All of the three children looked confused now. "You have a maid names Alis?"

She turned around, confused. "Yes. She's worked for us since…well, I can't exactly recall, but I'll have to have a proper talk with her because she's responsible for the kitchen."

"But…you only have two maids." He said. "Pauline and Robert…mother said so."

She looked at him confused as the raw food stirred in front of her. "But-"

The Doorbell rudely interrupted her.

The doorbell?

The doorbell!

"Ok, I'll go distract her for the next ten minutes and children, I trust you, Lyney, the kitchen is in your hands once again. You just need to look over the pan and do what's in the recipe. Not to hard. I trained you for this, my children."

"Yes 'Father'." Lyney said, watching as his 'Father' went into battle.

"Arlecchino!", you jumped rigth at her and she catched you, twirling you around.

"Well, someones excited to see me.", she said, holding you up still, on one arm only.

"Of course! It has been, what? Ten or something hours since I saw you the last time?"

"Now you're being hyperbolic, my dear.", she said, still not putting you down, switching her gaze to the clock. Just a bit more.

"Am I being hyperbolic when I'm telling you that I'm starving?", you were leaning forward and slowly, her arm was starting to strain, so she let you down, resorting to pulling you as close as humanly possible.

"Quite so.", she kissed your lips. "But you must wait a bit, the food must still cool a bit."

"Didn't you put it at the open window?"

"I didn't want any Squirrels to steal it.", you rolled your eyes.

"That happend ONE time.", you argued.

"Still did happen."

You hid within the crock of her neck. "You smell nice. Like kitchen."

Arlecchino chuckled. "You smell like…" she couldn't really decipher it, but it was an array of smells, not necessarily a good one. "…not yourself."

"We tried a LOT of perfumes.", you said, pointing to a small bag. "I hope you don't mind me buying one or two things for them?"

She put some hair behind your ear. "Aslong as it wasn't to expensive. Now, how about you show me some of the stuff you got?"

There was a sparkle inside of your eyes. "Yes, oh you'll love it!"

"I'm sure I will."

In the end, she had been able to buy the children fifteen minutes of time. You had made quite the big purchase and didn't realize, due to your excitement, that your Husband was acting dumb when she asked how to apply lipstick. You had chuckled a bit, then kissed her, saying. "Like this.", rigth after.

"Hm, quite efficient.", she had said.

Now the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, in front of some of the Kaiserschmarrn. "It's from Mondstadt, isn't it?"

She nodded, watching as your fork hovered rigth over it. "I did put a lot of effort into it.", she looked at the children, their eyes peeking out from the door, ready to retreat behind it any second. You stared at it for a few more seconds, you're gaze concentrated, the fork in your hand quivering sligthly. Lynettes tail was stare, Lyney was breathing harsh, Freminete had hid eyes covered.

"You know, I'd you're not hungry-"

She went to grab the plate, but you pulled up your legs and hid it behind them. "No, it's mine.", you announced proudly, finally taking your first bite, humming.

"Amerelle.", she said and the children calmed, taking their hiding place, though the door was still sligthly ajar. You didn't hear the code word….or maybe you acted as if you didn't.

"I should get out of my clothes.", you sighed after taking a few bites. "And take of my make up."

"I'll be waiting for you rigth here.", she said, leaning back, crossing her legs, watching you leave through the door in front of her. She sighed once you were out of earshot and so did the children, who were slowly making their way into the living room, slumping into the chair Arlecchino allowed it, this time.

"Do you think she knows?" Lyney asked.

"Maybe…probably…yes, definitely."

"I think she's even walking to the kitchen." Lynette mentioned. "I saw her going that way."

Freminete stayed silent.

Even at the loud "ARLECCHINO?!", that was shouted through the whole house.

Arlecchino went through her hair, before getting up. She could imagine you standing in the middle of the mess, shocked at first, then laughing. "I'll handle this.", she told the children, following the path you took.

It was like she imaged. Just minus the smoke and the Black iced over kitchen counter. She realized with horror that they forgot to put the kettle out, same with the pizza. You were sitting between the chicks, laughing so hard it brougth you to tears.

"Is everything fine?", she asked, bending down to your level, taking your shaking hand. You put your forehead on her shoulder, still laughing, trying to catch your breath, but chocking on the smoke and your laugh.

"Children! Open all the doors and windows.", she called and they came, quickly going to work.

You calmed down after a few more minutes. The children were resting in the pantry, partially laying on the floor.

"How did this even happen?", you still chuckle, pointing to…the chaos.

"I think that was Alises fault.", she said and you looked confused, just as the children. "Doesn't matter. You liked the food though?"

You nodded. "You all did that quite well, atleast."

Arlecchino smiled, the chicks were gathering around her heels once again. "I'm glad to hear I did one thing rigth today."

You held your breath, untill you looked back at everything. Loud laugther erupted again and this time, it affected her and the children too.

How beautifully absurd.

[isa-beenme]

Hello!! Do you think you could right a sort of enemies to lovers relationship with Azriel? Maybe where he and the reader get into a heated argument, and the bond snaps when the tension hits its peak? If this doesn’t inspire you, please don’t feel as though you have to accept my request! This is my first attempt at making a request, so I apologize if I did it incorrectly. Also, I wanted to note that your writing style is one of my favorites, and I hope you are proud of your work! That’s all, thank you for your time!!

THE SOOOOOOOOOONG

Listen to it please thank you

Loved your request, darling, it's actually much better when you send the whole story, I usually struggle when I try to think of a whole story alone (I swear I'm creative but it's hard to get things in your head out of nothing)

I try to be proud of my work as much as I can, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THIS WORK was sooooooo fun to do, I swear at some moment while I was writing this I laughed at my own story, super cool

I thought: "I'm gonna make this super serious" amd ended up with this, which is much better

This Is Love

Your family always meant everything to you. Being Rhysand's cousin meant you would be inserted in everything he did. Being his second in command meant you would be involved in every plan. And being all of that meant you would be part of his Inner Circle, which automatically involved you in everything they did together. From training, to family dinner and trips around the Courts for the meetings, you did all together. And you loved it. Again, your family meant everything to you, and spending time with them was on your top list of favorite things to do. I mean, when a certain Shadowsinger wasn't completely involved.

Working with Azriel was always fine, perfectly fine, actually. Rhysand often paired you up together to work because everything fell into place with the two of you. Your mind always seemed to think like one. But that teamwork only made itself present when the topic was your position towards the court and your job. Outside that, you both were a mess. Training with him was a dread, from him pinpointing each - non-existent - mistake, to you lashing yourself on him each time he made you angry, it's been more than 250 years of both of you trying to win one another in the training. It never happened.

Family dinner was also horrible since both of you had very different visions in every single topic someone started, not just that, somehow, no matter how many times you and Azriel changed seats with someone, it doesn't take a week until you find yourselves seated next to each other again. On top of that, you and he possess the ability to winnow, yet, Rhysand always thought it was necessary for you to winnow together. No matter how many times you said it wasn't necessary, Rhys only ignored you, the necessity of traveling with him making you hate your life just a little bit more.

But if spending time with your family was on your top favorite things to do, game night with Azriel was on your top things to make yourself miserable. It was a common scene for the rest of the Inner Circle to see you and him screaming at each other at some point. Sometimes one of you thought the other was cheating. Sometimes you started saying the other was winning too many times and should be taken out of the game. Sometimes it was the complete opposite, "if you lose so much, maybe you should step back and stop occupying space". Tonight it wasn't different, your favorite fight was ready to start as Azriel explained the rules to the new game.

Besides the usual crackling tension between you and Azriel, this night seemed to be at its worst peak. For weeks now, both of you seemed to be on the edge with one another, even in work, your usual camaraderie was replaced with sharp remarks and piercing glares. Everyone around the table exchanged puzzled looks, uncertain of what exactly had caused this escalating feud.

Azriel couldn't understand why every word from you grated on his nerves, nor could you fathom why Azriel's mere presence felt suffocating. The build-up of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires had been simmering for days, and now, it was about to reach its boiling point.

The Night Court's game night had started off innocently enough with your usual truth or drink game, something to light up tension (or build it, in your and Azriel's case), but as the evening wore on, the tension between you and Azriel became palpable as the Shadowsinger tried to introduce a new idea to the table. It began with a harmless disagreement over the rules of a card game, but it quickly escalated into a heated argument once the match started.

Azriel's patience was wearing thin as you challenged every decision he made during the game, the cards he dropped and the ones he chose, everything seemed horrible in your eyes. The other way around too, your matches weren't valid, you couldn't pick certain cards and no, it wasn't your turn yet. His usually calm demeanor was now strained, and he couldn't help but feel irritated by your persistent need to question him.

-I don't understand why you always have to question everything I do - Azriel snapped at some point, his shadows flickering around him as a testament to his growing frustration.

-Maybe if you didn't act like you knew everything, I wouldn't have to. "Boo, I'm Azriel and I don't let people play the game because I invented it and none of you understand how to play it" - You quickly shot back, their voice laced with sarcasm

The room fell silent, and your friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the mounting tension between the two of you. But there was no going back now; the floodgates had opened, and all the pent-up emotions were rushing to the surface.

-I don't act like I know everything, and I don't talk like that - Azriel retorted, his voice tight with anger - I just wish you'd stop acting like you have all the answers! Sometimes it is okay to listen to help because, guess what? I indeed invented the game and there's no way of you learning how to play it, if you don't listen to the rules!

-Well, forgive me for not blindly following you like everyone else. I'm not afraid to question things when they don't make sense! - Your eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you shot back.

-And I'm not afraid to take action instead of endlessly debating every damn decision! - Azriel's temper flared, his wings twitching in agitation.

-I think what you're really good at is fucking my life! - Your family gasped at your words, shocked by the intensity.

-It's just a payback for every headache you give me every time you breathe near me - They quickly turned their heads to Azriel, equally shocked by his response.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if you were both about to explode. Your family exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to intervene in the escalating argument. But just as the situation reached its breaking point, a strange shift occurred. As Azriel locked eyes with you, an unexpected intensity replaced your anger. It was as if the universe itself had decided to step in, forcing you to confront the undeniable truth.

The room seemed to blur around you as you stood there, chests heaving from the heated exchange. The fight had reached its peak, and in that very moment, the mating bond snapped into place. The sudden connection was overwhelming, a rush of emotions and sensations that neither of you could comprehend. Your anger dissolved into confusion and shock as you felt an unexplainable pull towards each other.

Azriel's wings, once tense and defensive, now softened, as if beckoning every step you unknowingly took closer. Your guard came down as well, replaced by a mix of vulnerability and curiosity.

Your friends watched in astonishment as two adversaries stood there, seemingly lost in a world of their own. The room is filled with a charged silence, the kind that accompanies a revelation that changes everything. Even if none of them knew exactly what revelation was going on at that moment.

But as the realization set in, Rhysand and Feyre exchanged knowing smiles. It was no secret for them that you and Azriel had an underlying connection, a bond waiting to be acknowledged. They had witnessed the chemistry and unspoken feelings simmering between the two of you, and now, it seemed the universe had decided to intervene.

Your eyes met Azriel's once again, and this time, there was no irritation or hostility. Instead, there was an undeniable spark of understanding and attraction, a recognition of the emotions that you had been hiding from each other. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you communicated on a deeper level, the mating bond solidifying your connection at each passing second. It was as if all the walls you had built around your heart came crashing down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.

As the reality of the mating bond settled in, your heart raced with confusion and fear. You couldn't understand why fate would choose someone you had built such animosity towards to be your mate. Feeling overwhelmed and unable to face the truth, you turned around and ran, needing time and space to process the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Azriel, though taken aback and hurt by the sudden rejection, couldn't ignore the pull of the bond drawing him to you. With determination, he chased after your steps, his heart heavy with worry and longing. He caught up to you as you were getting closer to your room. Gently reaching out to touch your shoulder, you recoiled as if his touch burned.

-Please, let's talk - Azriel pleaded, his voice tinged with sadness - I never wanted to hurt you. The fights... They were a defense mechanism, a way to hide my own feelings and protect myself from the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate me. You started this, I just… Thought I should defend myself.

-But why you? Why did it have to be you? - You whispered, voice breaking with emotion. Azriel's eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his hand hovering near your face, yearning for the connection you both feared and desired.

-I wish I had an answer for that. All I know is that the bond doesn't choose who we love, it just binds us to our other half. And for some inexplicable reason, it chose us - He could see the pain in your eyes and knew that he needed to be honest, to show vulnerability despite his fears of rejection - The truth is, the more you fought me, the more I fell for you. Your fire, your strength, everything about you drew me in. But I was terrified of what it meant, so I pushed you away.

-I didn't know what to do with my feelings either - You admitted, opening a place in your heart that you swear to never look at again - I tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it only made things worse. Every fight, every argument, it was just a way to hide how much I… I wanted to be by your side. Everything was simple with them but you? You made me feel things and I didn't want it - Azriel's heart ached at your words, and he took a step closer, finally touching your cheek gently.

-We can figure this out together. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be here for you, to understand you, and for you to understand me - Tears finally spilled from your eyes, as you looked into Azriel's soulful gaze, feeling the sincerity of his words.

-It won't be easy, but maybe we can try - You gave in, hugging him tightly, filling the void in your soul that you ignored for so long.

You and Azriel knew that you had a journey ahead, to step down from the fights and finally accept the truth that maybe, just maybe, you both were meant to be. Even in disagreement you found a way to each other. Although you would definitely keep your provocations going and Azriel would stay at your feet for anything you did, that was your way of loving and for the first time you were fine knowing what tomorrow would bring.

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[Post-Credit Scene]

The Inner Circle sat around the table, looking perplexed and bewildered after the explosive game night that had just taken place. None of them could quite wrap their heads around what had unfolded. Nestha glanced at Cassjan, who raised an eyebrow, silently communicating his own confusion. Feyre and Rhysand seemed to be the only ones who understood the situation, but none of them made a move to say something as they kept talking to each other in their minds.

-So, did anyone understand what just happened? I mean, they are usually weird around each other but… This weird? It's worrying - The general scratched his head and finally gathered the courage to say something.

-Beats me. The brute is right. But I have to admit, seeing them argue like that is always quite entertaining. It's the only reason I've been coming for the past centuries, honestly - Amren replied with a snarl, eyes rolling as she threw her cards on the table.

-Oh, for sure! It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of us every week. But I can't believe they just bolted like that. Do you think they're okay? - Mor inquired, a mix of amusement and worry kicking in.

-If I had to bet I would say they are killing each other - Cassian said, playing with the deck of cards.

-Or fucking - Nestha chimed in with a laugh - I mean, when I didn't accept the mating bond with Cassian I acted exactly like them. If you don't understand the feeling you might as well hurt the person you hold those feelings for - Everyone seemed to agree as the bets started to grow around the table.

-Knowing those two, they probably needed some time alone to sort things out. Maybe it's an understanding finally kicking in - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief - The group exchanged curious glances, trying to understand their High Lord.

-Well, whatever it is, we can't say it was unimportant. That was probably the most explosive family game night we've ever had - Feyre couldn't help but add with a grin.

Just then, the door to the game room creaked open, and you walked in with Azriel by your side, hand in hand, with smiles on your faces. The Inner Circle's jaws dropped in disbelief as they took in the sight in front of them.

-What the...? How did you...? What? - Cassian sputtered, at a loss for words.

-You know, it's funny how things work out sometimes - Azriel looked around at their stunned faces and chuckled.

-Yeah, we had a little heart-to-heart and sorted some things out. Turns out, we had a lot of misunderstandings to clear up - You and Azriel smiled at each other, making the whole Inner Circle shocked.

-So, you two aren't going to be at each other's throats anymore? - Amren raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming.

-Oh, we definitely will - You said when you looked back at them, your head finding its way to Azriel's shoulder.

-Just not today - He said and kissed you head, hearing some gasps from the table.

-Are we witnessing a truce? - Mor whispered to the General, who just shuddered, as confused as her.

-Let's just say we have a newfound understanding of each other - Azriel replied, you and him sharing a knowing look.

-Well, that's a relief! We were starting to wonder if you two were going to start a war right here in the Night Court - Feyre laughed, reaching out for her mate's hand.

-Glad to see you've made up. Just... maybe tone it down during future game nights? - Rhysand smiled after clearly speaking mind to mind with the Shadowsinger.

-Okay, so… the rules of the game? - Nestha questioned, her cards still secured in her hands.

-It doesn't matter right now, you can choose it - Az said, making everyone turn their eyes to him. Shock covered every face in the room. Never, in their lives, do they think Azriel would give up on something. They turned their eyes to you, expecting some remark.

-Yeah, you guys can keep going - A wave of gasps and terrorized looks were exchanged between your family - I think Az might be hungry, aren't you?

-I might be. Will you make me something? - He asked, getting so close to you that your noses almost touched.

-It will be my pleasure - You said before dragging him towards the kitchen, not even noticing the mouths of the Inner Circle opened.

-Uh uh, no. I prefer the war. Tell them to come back and fight again, I don't like the way things worked - Mor leaned back in her chair, disbelief covering her posture.

-You know what? I think this interaction was more scary than the Cauldron - Amren said, finally giving up her cards as she threw them on the table.

-Come on, it can't be that bad, right? - All of the older members looked at Nestha with scared faces, even Rhysand, who knew exactly what happened between the two of you - Okay, apparently it is.

-What do we do now? - Feyre finally asked after silence filled the room.

-We hope that this Court doesn't crumble down - That was all that Rhysand said as he began separating the cards again, a whole new game starting that night.

[samazing0831]

Better Than the Stars - Fred Weasley x Reader

Late one night atop the Astronomy Tower, Fred finally works up the courage to confess what's been building for far too long. You've always known - how could you not? But nothing compares to hearing it from his lips, under the stars, when the teasing fades and the truth comes out. With a kiss that lingers and a heat that rises, it turns out some confessions are worth waiting for.

756 words

The stars shimmer above the castle, casting a silver glow across the tower as the breeze rustles your cloak. The Astronomy Tower is quiet - just you, Fred, and the quiet hum of something unspoken hanging in the air.

Fred shifts beside you, clearly out of his element. He's fidgeting. Nervous. So very unlike him.

"Right, so - this isn't exactly how I planned this," he starts, his voice uncharacteristically unsure.

You smirk, glancing sideways. "What, did you plan to kidnap me or something? Hate to break it to you, Weasley, but I'm not worth a whole lot and my family's not exactly sitting on piles of galleons."

He huffs a laugh, grateful for the levity. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, love. If I were kidnapping you, I'd have done it in style. Bit of broomstick theatrics, maybe a few dungbombs for distraction."

The laugh fades, replaced by something more serious. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down before meeting your eyes again. "No. What I meant was... I've been trying to say something for a while. And this - under the stars, just us - felt like the right moment."

He breathes out hard. "Merlin, I'm absolute rubbish at this."

Your smile softens. "Fred, you're scaring me. Is everything okay?"

He looks at you then, really looks. "What? No - yes. Sort of? Bloody hell." His voice drops. "I like you. A lot. More than I probably should. And not in a 'you're fun to mess with' kind of way. More like 'you've been stuck in my head for months and it's driving me absolutely mad.'"

You chuckle. "That's your grand confession? No flowers, no chocolates, no passionate kiss? I expected more from you, Weasley. Especially since you've been trash at hiding it."

His mouth opens, then closes, realization flickering in his eyes. "Oi! Trash at hiding it? I'll have you know I was being subtle -"

"Sure," you say, voice thick with amusement.

He groans. "You little menace."

And then he steps forward, close enough that you feel the warmth of him despite the cold night air. One hand curls around your waist; the other gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"If it's a proper confession you want, then here it is: I'm mad about you. Completely, hopelessly mad. And if I had half a brain, I'd have said it ages ago. Instead, I spent my time threatening every bloke in this castle to stay the hell away from you."

His thumb grazes your cheek. "So? Chocolates and flowers aside... did I finally meet your expectations?"

You grin. "I'll forgive you this time, Weasley." You lean in and brush your lips softly against his.

Fred exhales a shaky breath, his grin melting into something softer. "Oh, you will, will you? How generous of you."

He leans in again, slower now, pressing another kiss to your lips. It lingers this time. "That should hold you over until I get my hands on some Honeydukes' finest."

"I don't know, Weasley," you tease. "I might need a little more to hold me over."

He raises a brow, that trademark grin flickering back. "More, you say? Can't have you going hungry now, can I?"

He kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands warm against your back as he pulls you close. The rest of the world melts away - there's only Fred, only the kiss, only the stars forgotten above.

"Better?" he breathes against your lips.

"Better," you whisper, leaning into his warmth.

"Good," he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. "Because I plan on making sure you're never hungry again - in every sense of the word."

You laugh, resting your forehead against his. "I don't know. I was thinking we could just stare at the stars. Y'know, too entranced to pay attention to one another."

He barks a laugh. "Stare at the stars, huh? I mean, I could... but I've got something a hell of a lot more distracting right in front of me."

He leans in. "How about a compromise? Stars later - after I make you thoroughly forget they even exist."

You kiss him again, this time hungry, your fingers threading into his hair. He groans softly into your mouth, pulling you tighter against him.

"Merlin," he mutters, breath ragged, "you're dangerous."

You break the kiss long enough to murmur, "To hell with the stars, Weasley."

Fred's grin grows wicked. "That's the spirit."

And under the glittering sky, wrapping in his arms and something far warmer than starlight, you finally stop pretending you hadn't wanted this all along.

[livingdeadmlm]

Kinktober Day 3: Pet play with Mammon

Pronouns: The reader isn't referred to as any 

Physical Sex: implied to have a penis but could be a strap if that’s your style

How far are things going?: Not full-blow sex; however a lot of teasing to mammon and he penis comes out

Warnings: slight breeding kink in there MDNI

Outline: The reader notices that Mammon comes home with a tiger more often than he does and decides to tease him for it. not as much pet play but i tried

What inspired me to write how I did: Nothing!

Other: If you have any characters you want to be featured this month, ask me, and I will fit them in, as I am trying to write for more people this month!

You brushed the fur on mammons, returning tiger ears. His head leaned into the brush with a pout on his face.

“I told you to leave those withes alone! I swear it’s bi-weekly. You come back home with these ears again.” You sighed, grabbing a spray bottle of leave-in conditioner. "I’m starting to think you like this.” Mammon's eyes opened as he began to deny the accusations, insisting they would seek him out and con him. Giving him weighted dice, and they were sneaking cards in their sleeves. 

“They follow me and won’t leave me alone until I play a game of poker against them! That’s not my fault.” He huffed, which caused his tail to puff up. 

“Oh, I just brushed your tail. Be a good tiger and lay down so I can brush it out fully.” A slight whine escaped his throat as he flopped on the bed, stomach first. You pulled his pants down a bit and showed his pair of checkered boxers. Brushing his tail, you took notice of his hips continuously adjusting against the firm mattress of your bed. 

The brush made a slight scratching noise through his fur, and you started to think he was doing this on purpose. Anytime he’d come back home with his tail and ears, he would be more clingy, more sensitive, and more prone to initiate sex with you. You had joked each time he came home like this; he was in heat. 

You took it upon yourself to help him research tigers and how they behave during these times. When you walked down the halls, mammon would be just a few feet behind, slowly stalking you; how he began to growl when you would play fight, how he’d rub his face and lick you to leave his sent on you. How when you finally bottomed out inside of him, he’d grunt loudly, begging you not to pull out. 

You leaned forward, closing in on the soft ears on his head. “What is my tiger a bit excited about?” You kiss the back of his head as his tail swooshes around. “Hey! What are you going for here?!” his head lifted to make eye contact, but he made no move to get up.

“Do you keep returning to those witches so you can come home, and I’ll pamper you?” Your fingers played with his tail, gently weaving it between your fingers, appreciating the soft fur. Voice cracking Mammon was becoming a mess under you. His eyes were slightly watery as whines muffled against your comforter. “well, of course, I deserve pampering! I am THE great Mammon, after all!!” 

“You’re not pulling the wool over my eyes, tiger. I know it's more than that.” Your voice was a whisper as you placed the brush on the bed. Your hands rubbed up and down his back, causing him to arch to keep your hands on his body. “You like the feeling of me playing with your ears and tail. You like being a tiger; maybe we should find you a collar, hm? What would everyone in devildom think seeing one of the great demon lords writher under a human with a little collar on?” His tiger ears flicked and twitched, “Please touch me more! I should be your only focus right now! And… forever!” 

“Show me where you want me to touch, then, tiger; take these off, huh?” Mammon quickly sat up as you snapped the elastic of his boxers against his skin. He kicked his pants off with his boxers and practically tore off his white T-shirt because his nails were much more claw-like. His tanned skin held a slight flush that crept across his face as he froze momentarily. He held out his hands, which slightly shook as you placed your hands in his. 

He pulled you forward for a kiss, one arm wrapped around your neck while the other hand guided you to his leaking cock. Feeling it in your hands, it was heavy, and the skin was hot in your hands. Keeping a firm grip, you started to jerk off Mammon slow and steady, but that was the last thing he wanted. He whimpered and cried for you to speed up, humping into your fist for more friction, but you kept pace. His lips were soft against yours as his moans broke the kiss. 

Moving away from the kiss, his head rested on the back of your bed frame. So you took the chance to leave marks along his neck and down his chest. You placed small kisses across his firm chest as, even still, he grunted and sniffled for you to increase your pace. But you stuck to your plans; you wanted tonight to be long and drawn out—a treat for your tiger.