#I’m doin great if you couldn’t tell :)

[chaoswithcausation]

making a lil comic and reminding myself over and over not to think about how much neater this could look if I was able to draw digitally rn 🥲

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi, I just found your blog, and I love your Simon's fics! I was wondering if i could please request something where Reader and Simon had broken up bc he thought he put her in danger. After a few months, he comes to her after a mission and they spend the night but he leaves before she wakes up thinking hes doing whats best (and all that angsty jazz 🥲🤭) . A few weeks after she finds out shes pregnant and decides to take on her own, as reader thinks simon wouldnt care. But maybe one of the guys see her heavy preggo and tell simon, and hes fuming and super protective mode is on.

Sorry if it is too specific and for the terrible english. I just have this idea, and i dont think i can picture it right. Anyway, thanks for reading this and for your good work on your fics 💗 hope you have a lovely day

—Digging Gaze

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

You knew it was the effects of a less-than-gentle breakup, but you should have at least cursed him out before you let him have his way with you on the living room couch. You’d woken up back in bed, alone, and had gotten dropped back to where you had been weeks earlier—stuck in the throws of confusion and hurt. 

Simon had left you, and he never gave you a reason. 

A part of you was heated; pissed off and feeling betrayed by the insult, yet, the rest of you knew that Simon needed to have his reasons—he always did. Even if you didn’t agree with them, and you knew he tended to look at life with a glass-half-empty type of glance. 

So that left you here. 

You were pregnant. 

You’d found out two weeks after you’d slept together for that last time, your cheeks still hot from the memory and your fingers clutching the plastic of a test. 

Pregnant.

It had been a shock, a deep panic. The both of you had been reckless. Stupid. And while you had stared at those two pink lines, you felt a sinking in your gut akin to a drowning ship. Should you tell him? It would be proper, of course. 

But you don’t think you can face him again after you’d awaken to an empty bed—as if your entire relationship had only been about sex and not the deep nights of confessions and soft brushes of skin. You knew Simon Riley better than he probably knew himself.

And you wouldn’t put this on him.

At seven months, you couldn’t walk as much as you could before—and you would huff for breath as you went up the stairs to change the sheets—but who else could do it but you? Shopping also fell to you, and so, you pushed a large cart around and packed the metal basket with cravings and necessities. That was when you fell to a familiar face. 

“Johnny?” You ask, blinking. 

The Scot pauses, turning. His brows furrowed for a moment before a kind smile peeled his lips back.

“Hen!” He comes closer, laughing. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a good minute, then. What have you been up to in all—” 

The man freezes at the sight of your stomach, jaw going slack as you fight an internal war with yourself to say pleasantries and leave. 

“Hell,” Johnny clears his throat. “I guess you’ve been doin’ a great deal.” 

You sigh, shaking your head softly. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“I’m just joking, Little Lady.” The man laughs and waves a hand. “Who’s the lucky man then? I’ll have to meet him one of these days.”

Your face blanks and your lips snap shut in an instant. 

Blue eyes wait for an answer as the silence laps over itself. Slowly but surely, the realization dawns on his face in a tight pull of horror.

“You can’t tell him,” you interrupt his tight gasp. “Not a peep, MacTavish, you hear?”

“What the fuck,” he breathes at you, hand coming up to his mouth as he glances down at your swelling bump. “Holy hell.”

“Johnny,” you snap, his eyes jerk back to you. 

“It’s bloody Ghost’s—”

“You can’t,” you growl, coming closer, “tell him.”

“What do you mean I can’t tell him,” Johnny hisses under his breath, looking at the people passing by and lowering his tone. “You’re pregnant and he doesn’t know!”

“That’s the point,” you ease out, exasperated and feeling drained already. Jesus, you needed to go lay down—your back was killing you. “Johnny,” you breathe, growing softer as you reach out a hand and put it to his arm. He grips it and holds on, looking incredibly concerned. “He doesn’t need to know, okay? That’s a lot of stress on him, and you know what he does for work. Even worrying about me was hard on him, what do you think a child would do?”

“You can’t think like that,” the Scot mutters. “He can help—what, you mean to tell me you plan to do this by yourself?” It isn’t malicious how he says it; Johnny’s worried about you. Incredibly. “Hen, no,” he shakes his head. “No, you can’t.”

“I can, Johnny,” you frown, dread filling your heart. “And I will.”

In the future, you really had to take into account Johnny’s flapping lips when under the spell of alcohol. Maybe you had enough faith in him to watch himself for the last little while of your pregnancy as he had into the latter half of the eighth month.

And then three firm knocks were at your door, and when you opened it, you were face to face with a painted balaclava and frazzled brown eyes.

Those eyes immediately snap down, and not even a word is uttered to your face until then.

The both of you are stone-still. Frozen. Dead to all else. 

You swear it was hours of this—standing in the doorway with Simon’s fingers stiff in his pockets and his chest not even moving in a pulse or flare of his lungs. He doesn’t even blink. 

“How far along?” His voice is monotone. A low drone in the ringing of your ears.

Damn that Scot.

“Eight and a half,” you say quietly. 

Brown eyes shift up to yours. Simon stares, and you see his jaw clench under his balaclava, his shoulders moving. Again a long pause. 

“When’s the next appointment—”

“It’s a girl.” You see his eyelids peel back and halt there, watching you. “In case you care to stick around and see her.”

Cruel perhaps, but it was nothing short of how he acted while leaving you. 

Simon’s hidden face is slack, stuttering silently for a moment as the light fades outside.

“Didn’t…didn’t know,” he grunts out, blinking quickly.

“I know you didn’t,” you utter. “That was the point, Simon.”

“Johnny told me ‘bout it, didn’t believe him.” His brown eyes swirl, breaking. “Thought you’d mention it if you were.” 

“You left,” you breathe. “Why would I reach out to someone that did that to me.”

“M’sorry, I-I don’t…” Simon clears his throat, looking away. His eyes are glossy, fingers moving out of his pockets so his twitching hands can splay out. “Could have explained, but I didn’t know how, Love. I’m not…this isn’t…”

Words fail him just like his ability to explain his emotions. Part of him was angry—angry that you’d gone all this time without reaching out when he could have helped.

A daughter. 

But he was afraid, as well. Terrified. You were in the right and he knew it. Simon didn’t know the first thing about being a father…but then again, you didn’t know how to be a mother, either. 

This was new territory.

“Marry me,” Simon pushes out with a quick force of breath. 

“Wh—,” you choke on air. “What?”

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” Gloved hands move at his sides, eyes honest but still shiny. “Wasn’t thinking—my fault and I can’t go on if I don’t know you’re safe.” He licks at the corner of his mouth. “...Both of you. Thought leaving would make the best sense, but I was…fucking hell. M’sorry.”

“Simon, there are many more ways other than marriage.” Your anger wasn’t something that could be washed away that easily, even if your heart fluttered at the idea and his apology.

You had more self-respect than that.

“Let me fix this,” he whispers, leaning closer. 

Your hand rests over your stomach, staying there as the minutes draw. Simon waits, nervous and his fingers tap on his thigh. You know he’s afraid. You know he’s nervous about what he could bring home from work, even if those are only his paranoia talking in his ear like a demon. 

You frown. 

You huff.

And you open the door wider.

“The sheets need changing in my room. Get on it.”

The man says nothing before he enters the house and slips off his boots; disappearing into the linen closet.

[maiiuelle]

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“oh, babygirl. that’s horrible.” jj maybank runs his thick fingers down your back, tsking under his breath at the story you’d just told him. he knew rafe was an idiot, but he never imaged he’d fumble you, no matter how much he dreamed about it. yet, here you are, sitting in his lap with tears streaming down your face as you tell him exactly how rafe had ruined everything. “you doin’ alright after all that?”

“i don’t know.” you sniffle, leaning into his touch and setting your head on his shoulder, peering into the crackling fire in front of the two of you. you came to the chateau looking for sarah, your best friend, to give her the details on how things ended with rafe, but instead you ran into jj. he was always the nicest of sarah’s pogue friends, and turns out he’s a great shoulder to cry on. “i just can’t believe he’d do this to me.”

“yeah, well, dude’s a loser — even i could tell you that.” jj mumbles, holding a joint between his lips as he flicks his lighter open over your shoulder. “trust me, he ain’t worth your time.” he lights it and takes a long drag, turning his head to blow the smoke away from you.

“i guess, but he really didn’t seem that way. maybe i’m too gullible.” you dig the heel of your palms into your eyes, the irritation from crying making them red and raw. the blonde shakes his head as you speak.

“nah, nah nah. you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, cupcake. i bet you he’s cryin’ more than you. shit, i would be.” jj takes another hit, flicking the ash into the fire pit. “he doesn’t deserve a sweet girl like you, clearly can’t treat you right.”

you move your hands to look up at the pogue boy. “you’re such a sweet talker, jj. you know just what to say.”

“s’not that, i just know i’m right. i got no clue how you could even deal with that guy. you couldn’t pay me.” he whistles, offering the joint to you. you accept, brushing your fingers over his as you take it, already giving him heart eyes. “you dodged a bullet, sweetheart. maybe literally. he’s a fuckin’ psycho.”

you laugh, assuming he can’t be serious as you put the joint to your lips. the smoke fills your lungs and sends you into a coughing fit. “sorry, it’s from my cousin’s stash — hydroponic.” jj takes the joint back from between your fingers, starting to rub your back again comfortingly.

he lets you cough it out, looking over your pretty face in thought. “y’know.. you should stick ‘round me. promise he’ll steer clear.”

already getting dizzy from the high, you slump back into your spot against his shoulder. “but, i thought you didn’t like kook girls.” you pout, and he scoffs.

“who told you that?” he takes another hit, cursing sarah for trying to cock block him. “doesn’t matter anyways, i like you.”

“i like you too, jj.” you giggle, rubbing on his arm like a cat. you’re too overwhelmed with emotion to worry about embarrassment, and jj’s making you feel so much better already. “thanks for listening, i dunno what i would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

“it’s my pleasure, cupcake. don’t sweat it.” he smiles that charming smile at you, his eyes flickering between yours and your enticing lips. he clears his throat after a few seconds, his eyes lost in yours. “uh—i could think of a few other things we could do to help get your mind off him. if you uh, catch my drift.”

before the moment can go on for too long, the twinkie pulls up the gravel driveway and parks with a squeak. jj peers over his shoulder, putting the joint to his lips one final time as he smacks the side of your leg. “c’mon, sugar. i got just the thing.” he chats as he helps you to stand, immediately meeting john b’s curious gaze when he hops out of the twinkie.

jj jumps to speak first in hopes of avoiding any uncomfortable questioning, he couldn’t risk anything tarnishing the mood he worked so hard to set. “perfect timing — fire’s already lit, so is a joint, if y’all wanna hop on that.” he points to the set up of lawn chairs around the fire pit lazily, far more focused on leading you across the lawn and up the chateau steps, all the while toying with the hem of your tank top. “poor little lady’s havin’ a bad day, needs some one on one time with papa j.”

“ew, oh my god.” sarah scrunches her nose, having predicted jj would try to get with you. as much as she wants to be angry, seeing you all gooey in jj’s arms rather than her psychotic brother’s is a little refreshing — but she would never tell jj that. she just rolls her eyes and looks the other way. john b gives his best friend a proud look behind her back, flashing a silent thumbs up as he ushers you inside.

the second the screen door slams shut behind you, he’s pulling you back onto his lap on the couch, his big hands sprawling over the back pockets of your jean shorts. you giggle, biting your lip nervously as you climb on top of him. “jj.. right here?”

“gotta take care of you, don’t i?” you can hear his smile in his voice, even with his face buried in your neck as he covers it in gentle kisses. you hum at the feeling of his lips, so sensitive it almost tickles. your little whines only make him want to go further, his hands hooking under your legs to lift you and carry you to the bedroom. “yeah, don’t you worry, m’gonna make you feel all better, pretty baby.”

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[wannabeschyulersister]

sleepy berzatto

Part of you didn’t want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. For once, the anxieties of the day couldn’t mess with him.

He was still in his work clothes. You could tell that he meant to just rest his eyes for a few minutes before he fell into a deeper sleep. He was supposed to pick you up from the airport when your flight got in.

You touched his head lightly brushing his hair away from his face. It stirred him awake.

“(Y/n)?” He mumbled. He felt like he was in a dream.

“Yeah, it’s me, Carmy.”

When the realization hit, Carmen quickly stood up from the couch stumbling a bit. He was clearly still half asleep, “Fuck! I fell asleep. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to-“

You reached out to steady him, “Carmen, relax. Michelle sent a car for me. They didn’t want to wake you.”

He took a deep breath and pulled you closer to him, “I’m sorry.” It felt so nice to be in his arms after weeks of not seeing him.

“Don’t be. I made it safely. We’re together again. That’s all that matters.” You rubbed your hand soothingly on his back. You didn’t want him stressing at all during your visit.

“How was your flight?��� He asked as you took your coat off.

“It was fine. I read for most of it. I had the whole row to myself.”

He grabbed your coat and went to set it on the hook near the door. When he joined you on the couch, he quickly captured your lips with his. Now that he was fully awake, he could show you how much he missed you.

“Three weeks is too long for us to be apart, Berzatto.” You said before he kissed you again.

“I’ve been goin’ crazy wishing you were here with me.” Carmen confessed.

“I have too. Sugar is probably tired of hearing how much I’ve missed you everyday.”

Carmen chuckled, “She told me that she’s always happy to have you around. You’re the sister that she’s always wanted.”

Your heart soared at his comment. It meant a lot that Sugar enjoyed your company.

“Mikey invited me to dinner at The Beef two days ago. I went and spent some time with him. Richie and Tina ate with us also.”

Carmen was a little quiet, “That’s-that’s nice”

“It was nice, Bear. I enjoy hearing his stories.”

He nodded, “I’m glad you had a good time.”

You touched his face gently, “When is the last time you spoke to him?”

He shrugged his shoulders a little, “I think three weeks or somethin’.”

“He told me that he’s really proud of you. I am too. I’ve always been proud but when I get photos of the stuff you’re creating, it’s a whole new level.”

Carmen smiled sheepishly. Before you, he wasn’t great at receiving compliments. He could hand them out easily but when it was reversed, he just didn’t know how to handle it. The longer the two of you were together, he was getting better at it.

“I couldn’t do any of this without you, (Y/n).” Carmen said softly.

“I’m so happy to be cheering you on. I wish I could come visit more but work has been insane and I barely got the time to come for a few days now.”

Carmen placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it soothingly, “I feel bad that you’ve been doin’ all of the traveling to make sure that we see each other.”

“There will be a time when you’re the one having to come to me. I don’t mind it right now.”

Carmen kissed your forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

It tore your heart piece by piece every time he confessed that. You hated that it was a thought in his mind.

“Yes, you do, Bear. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. Until that day comes, I will continue to tell you until you finally believe me.”

You wrapped your arm around his midsection and rested your head on his chest. His hand automatically went to your hair. It was moments like this that he cherished the most. All of the stress and headaches were worth it for the moment to be sitting with the love of his life.

[ncis-yp]

may i request sugar daddy!gibbs? <3

Money, Money, Money (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader)

Late night, black coffee, handsome man, all alone. Third time this week, 5th week in a row you’ve seen him. You flirted often fishing for bigger tips, trying to pay bills you couldn’t even afford to have. You lived on your own. 18 years old, last 2 months of high school, and barely a plan and money to plan life with.

“See you’re here again!” You say happily topping him off.

“Hey! Rough week” he sighed, eyeing you gently.

“You work at… don’t tell me” you say trying to remember. “NCIS!” You exclaim.

“Good memory” he smiles. “How are you (y/n)?” He asks.

“Ah I’m alright. Just trying to get off work as soon as possible, you know” you shrug. “Later it gets the scarier it is outside.”

“Well, what time do you get off?” Gibbs asks.

“12” you sigh, looking towards the clock. Only 9:45. “Got about 2 hours left”

“Yeah, remember the goal kid.” Gibbs smiled. “Say, what college do you plan on attending? I remember you saying you were a senior and it’s almost the end of the year.”

“Oh, college.” You say quietly. “I can’t afford it, so I won’t be going. Maybe in the future” his phone began ringing. He clicked it silent before turning to you,

“Ah I see… well (y/n) have a good night. I’ve gotta get back to work” he stands.

“See ya around, Jet” you saluted him.

“Jet…” he said thoughtfully. “I like that!!”

Time skip~

The clock hit 12 and your shift was over. You walked out to see a familiar face leaning against a car. You smiled as he approached you.

“Hey Jet! What’re you still doin out?”

“Driving you home” he shakes his keys. “Scary out here” you can see a smirk.

“Coming from a guy who’s packing” you roll your eyes as you approach the car. You were gonna let yourself get a ride with a man who had a gun… a lot safer than walking an hour without a gun. That was how you justified getting into that car.

“Oh shut up” he opened the door and you got in.

When you arrived at your shitty apartment that you could barely afford you saw Gibbs eyes search the perimeter.

“I’ll walk you in… I don’t like the looks of that guy on the corner” he motions with his head.

“It’s really alright. Thank you for the ride!” You say opening your door. Jethro reached across and shut it before you could step out. Silently he got out and walked around the car. Opening it.

“Let’s go” he grinned sweetly. You caved and bring him up. His eyes fell on your small apartment. Clean, organized, your life could fit in a box. He made notes of things to buy you.

“Well since you’re up here” you say as you take off your coat. “Coffee? Tea? Might actually have a bottle of soda in the fridge…” you trail as you thought about it.

“Coffee’s great, yeah” he accepts. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night before he left. Your insecurity of what you could afford present in the back of your mind.

A few days later~

You woke up to a knock on your front door. You opened it to see a delivery guy at your door.

“Delivery for a…” he looked at his clipboard. “(Y/n)(l/n)”

“Yeah, yeah that’s me” you say. “What is this?” The man shrugged.

“A car? If you didn’t order it, not my problem. I can’t take it back.” He said as you signed the paper. He handed you the keys. “Beautiful car by the way” he walked away. You closed the door behind you, walking downstairs. Outside you eagerly clicked the key, looking around for the car, your eyes finally settling on the black dodge challenger sitting in a parking spot a few meters down.

“Oh my god” you say nearly in tears. You ran back upstairs and hurriedly got dressed for work, hoping to see Jethro there. And sure enough when you pulled up in your new car, there was Jethro, leaning on his car again.

“You fucking bastard” you run and hug him, you cry happily into his shoulder. He laughed as you did so.

“Wait wait, I get you a car and you call me Bastard!!!” He exclaimed. “I got something else for you…” he digs his hand into his pocket, another key coming out on his finger.

“Jethro…” you say looking at it as a bright green address tag danced in your eyes.

“Coffee first. Key later” you nodded as you lead him inside.

Time skip~

You ended your shift early to go with Jethro. You blindly tailed him into a nicer apartment complex in a better part of Quatico. Your heart began to flutter as you parked.

You walked into a nice apartment on the 3rd floor. Beautiful black granite kitchen tops, newly installed appliances.

“So…” he says. “What furniture were you thinking you wanted for your new apartment?” He says handing you magazines.

“Holy shit.” You whisper. “This is mine?” He nodded. “This place is mine?” You gasp.

“All paid off. So is the car. And so is your degree.”

“Degree?” You ask. “No you didn’t”

“Yes. I did” he smiled.

“Shut up” you tear up as he passes you a folder. The big words ‘WELCOME TO VIRGINIA TECH’ inscribed. “How did you-“

“Pulled some strings… I think your 1560 SAT score and perfect GPA helped a lot…” he said.

“Oh my god” you cry out jumping into his arms. “I will pay it all back” you say.

“Nope. No need. Just keep being a good girl and I will give you the world” he says.

“Thank you so much!!”

“Of course! You deserve it” he winked. “Now pick out some furniture. It’s your reward for getting into Virginia Tech” you kisses your cheek.

[princessbrunette]

imagine ward being away on business and rafe having to take care of the business in kildare. he spends the majority of his time in ward's office and in meetings. he's currently the man of the house, and has an extreme power rush because of all the good he's doing for cameron development. long story short, you're doting on him and telling him how proud you are of him! and we all know that big, bad rafe cameron is kind of (emphasis on kind of lol) nonchalant the majority of the time, but hearing that gets him a lil soft. you're telling him how you can't wait to get married and have kids with him because you know he'll provide for your little family so amazingly ♡

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his family were finally out of the picture, and rafe couldn’t be happier. he was always a family man, but after meeting you — and after everything had transpired with his actual family, he started to realise that he loved the idea of family more than the one he already had — and the solution to this, was to build himself up so he can start afresh, a family of his own.

you seem to be on board, so soft and doting that it made his teeth hurt with just how sweet you were on him, bringing him lunch to his office so he wouldn’t forget to eat whilst he’s slaving away to make you enough money to keep a happy and lavish life.

the stress melts off his face when he sees you, even smiling when you put the plate down and he finishes up his phone call, pulling you to sit on his leg as he hangs up.

“just thought i’d bring you something to eat.” you smile, smoothing his shirt down around his chest as he admires you.

“you’re really holding it down for me lately, y’know that right?” he jogs you once on his leg to emphasise your point and you smile, all humble and shy.

“its the least i can do. look at you rafe, you’ve taken control of everything and it’s going great. you’re just such a… man now.” you sigh wistfully, and he gets all soft on the inside (gets a little hard on the outside, too.)

“well i’m— i’m doin’ it for you… we got our whole lives together, i mean i—i’m talkin’ marriage, babies, all that shit. i want it all with you. so i… gotta take care of all this business stuff. take care of you.” he shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief that he’d found someone so perfect. you look up at him between lashes, his whole provider spiel really doing it for you.

“makes me wanna have your babies now.” you admit shyly, fiddling with his shirt buttons.

“yeah, well. all in due time.” he smirks, rubbing a hand up and down your back as if to keep you calm, he was still on the clock— as much as he wished he had time to dick you down right there. “gonna take you to dinner tonight, a’ight? to celebrate. ‘can talk more about our future then, okay?”

“okay rafe.” you grin happily and he pats your butt, fixing himself in his pants a little as you hop off.

“alright.” he nods to his food. “thank you for lunch, beautiful.”

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

TF141 + König help you move

Here’s some backstory (bc this is incredibly self-indulgent send help): you take everything upon yourself, plan everything down to the last detail so you just wind up overwhelming yourself and then you’re just running on fumes the entire time, you are not at peace until you’ve moved into the new place, you are a ball of stress aaaand go:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s very much the type to watch you go, he knows you’re overloading yourself and he wants to step in but he also knows you need to learn how to ask for help

That’s not to say he’s completely hands off, he’s listening to every word when you review your checklist, he’s helping you pack- everything from assembling the boxes to sealing them when they’re full

He’s taken it upon himself to make sure you eat a proper meal

“What’s this?” You ask as you mute your phone while on hold with the utilities company for your new place,

“It’s breakfast. Eat.”

“I already-”

“Iced coffee isn’t food, love.”

Bet

So he’ll take to cooking or grabbing your favorite take out

If you’re worried you forget something, he’ll go down the list with you, going so far as to grab your notebook and review it with you

He encourages you to sort through your belongings and figure out what you want to keep and what you want to give away

His rule: if I haven’t seen you use it, wear it, read it, or touch it in the last six months, it’s going in the giveaway box (save for stuff with sentimental value)

Surprisingly enough, it helps reduce how much you have to pack and you couldn’t be more thankful

All in all, 10/10

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He’s so much fun to be around

He knows you’re taking on too much and he’ll tell you as much

“I’m fine, Johnny, I just like these things done a certain way. And when the order gets messed up, I have a panic attack.”

“Well, then explain how you’d like it done, and I’ll see to it that it stays that way, sound good?”

He’s so understanding god bless

He does everything possible to make the process stress free, from putting on music while you’re packing and cleaning, to being in charge of snacks 

He helps divide the labor very seamlessly, he does all the physical stuff (packing, cleaning, moving furniture, etc) and he leaves the logistics to you, (utilities, new apt, address change, etc)

If at any point you feel like it’s still too much, he’ll jump in without hesitation 

Just tell him where you’re struggling and what your next task is and he’ll gladly take over

You point, he’ll shoot (or pack, in this case)

John Price:

Like??

Good luck trying to take control of the whole thing

He’s way ahead of you and doesn’t let you do a single thing on your own, that’s not true, he’ll let you do things on your own but not all of it, you get the idea

Man’s a Captain for god’s sake, he definitely has a system to make the process easier

He makes sure you start the process sooner rather than later to avoid scrambling last minute

Before even buying boxes, he’ll sit down with you to come up with a checklist for things to do and what order to pack your place in

He’s very encouraging throughout the whole process

“Phew, almost an hour later and I was successfully able to transfer my car insurance.” You sighed slumping against the table, practically throwing your phone to the other side of the room

“You’re doin’ great, love, keep it up.” He comes up behind you to rub your shoulders and rub your back encouragingly

He’s with you every step of the way

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

I love him but I can see it as being kind of chaotic lmao but still fun!

You better believe he’s got Animal Crossing music on loop

He claims it’ll help you get into the cleaning/packing frame of mind and son of a bitch he’s right 

He sets a hard limit of one to two things a day, so if you finished packing up your living room sooner than you expected and now you want to move on to your bedroom, too damn bad

He’ll physically stop you lol

“You already did enough, babe, it’s time to rest.”

“I feel fine, Ky, I can keep going.”

“Trust me darlin’, take it easy, you’re doing great.”

Definitely the type to give you a treat to help keep you motivated, or even start your day with a treat

You’re dreading calling the new internet company to set up your new wifi? Well guess what? He’s treating you to coffee and a cinnamon roll from your favorite cafe to help motivate you

You’re dead tired after packing up all your belongings in your room, dinner is your pick babe, whatever you want, yes, Taco Bell is perfectly ok 

König:

Very good at following directions and equally good at being perceptive and knowing when to step in without being asked

He knows you have a habit of taking on more than you can handle but he also knows your tells just as well

Increased irritability, you’re more tired than usual, you’re not eating as much, drinking more coffee than you normally do, jittery leg, trouble sleeping, he knows you babe, he sees you

So he does everything he can to prevent you from getting to that point

If you’re complaining about packing all your books, don’t worry about it, he’s on it

You’re stressed about cleaning as you pack, no need, he’s already coming behind you with Clorox wipes, a broom, and a swiffer mop

He encourages you to offload some of your tasks to him, insisting that he knows how you want it done and can do it accordingly

“Schatz, you have so much on your plate already, let me handle renting the truck and getting the supplies, we’ll go over what you want to do first, and I’ll help you do it, ok?”

At the end of the night when your limbs ache from exhaustion, he gently taking your hands in his and massaging the tension away, placing little kisses as he goes

[loudstan]

Too Young

(Sequel to Presenting)

Summary: You thought avoiding Jisung after what happened during his first rut would make the problem go away (SPOILER ALERT: it didn't.)

Pairing: Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, reader is slightly older and ridiculously stubborn, me simping for best friend! Jaehyun

 That was probably the fifth time Jisung tried to call you today. And you still didn’t have the guts to pick up, glaring at your phone on the desk until the call was lost and the screen went off. You sighed in relief, but it didn’t last long; a soft buzz and a notification popping up catching your attention.

Jaehyun: Heey…

Not a minute later another message came.

Jaehyun: What r u doin this weekend?

You opened the message absentmindedly and replied.

‘I’m busy’ 

Jaehyun: oh ok

Jaehyun: no big deal

You should have finished the conversation there instead of asking…

‘why what’s up?

Jaehyun: nah its okay if youre busy

And now you felt like shit. Jaehyun had been an amazing friend to you for years and you had  just lied to him because you were too embarrassed to face him and the rest of his pack after what had happened with Jisung. 

‘No, Jae´

‘What do you need?’

´Tell me´

You bit your lip and waited but his answer never came, and being a huge overthinker, you found yourself dialing his number. He picked up after a few seconds.

“Hello?” You hadn’t heard his voice in a while. It caught you by surprise.

“H-hey!” you croaked, your own voice hoarse due to the lack of use. When was the last time you had actually talked out loud?

“Hey, you!” you could hear his smile even if you couldn’t see it, and it was contagious. “How have you been? It’s been a while…”

“I’m good,” you lied. “Just busy…and you?”

“I’m alright…” he said but he didn’t sound too great. There was a hint of tiredness in his voice, and maybe worry? You knew each other so well you just knew he wasn’t okay. 

“Jae… what’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me,”  he breathed out. “What’s going on?”

“...What do you mean?” you murmured, but you had an idea of where this was going.

“Well, you stopped showing up for movie nights like a month ago,” he started what felt like would be a long list of complaints. “Then Jisung disappeared for a couple of days, which he apparently spent with you, and when he came back he was a fully presented alpha-”

“Fuck…,” you sighed, because this was going exactly where you thought it would.

“And he looked so happy,” Jaehyun continued. You heard a can being opened and him gulping down a couple of sips of whatever liquid was inside that can. “Calm and collected, like he had suddenly figured out his entire life. He even smirked at me like he was mocking me, so I assumed… I thought that you two- you know…”

“I’m sorry, Jae…,” you finally said.

“Why?” he asked after a few seconds waiting for you to continue. “Why are you sorry?”

“I shouldn’t-fuck,” you sighed, frustrated. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You heard Jaehyun take a few more sips of his drink on the other side of the line.

“...So, you two-?” 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “We spent his first rut together. I’m sorry.”

“Again, why are you sorry?!” he raised his voice only slightly, and then as if he could see you flinching, he lowered his tone again in a calming manner. “What’s there to be sorry for?”

When you didn’t reply for what could have been an entire minute, he spoke again. “Let me see you. We can talk properly then.”

“Jae-” 

“Y/N, please?” he pleaded. “I haven’t seen you in so long- I miss my best friend…”

“I miss you too…” you said.

“Then let’s hang out. Just the two of us, if you don’t feel comfortable meeting the others yet.” he offered. 

You smiled. That seemed reasonable. 

“We can do that,” you accepted. “You wanna come over?”

“Mmm… I’ll tell you what,” he countered cheekily. “Since you always complain about me making a mess and not helping you clean up when I show up, let’s get an airbnb for the weekend.”

“Jae.”

“Y/N.”

“That’s such a waste of money,” you deadpanned. “Just come over and help me clean. It won’t kill you to pick up a broom once in a while.”

“Can’t hear you, I’m booking an apartment,” he declared.

“Jaehyun!”

“Booked!”

You gasped and then groaned. “What the fuck, Jaehyun?”

“Stop whining and have a movie weekend with me. You owe me for leaving me abandoned in this cruel house full of men,” he reproached. “I’m bored, and I miss you, so I’ll see you at 8PM.”

 And he hung up just like that. Leaving you wide eyed and with less than an hour to get ready and go to the address he sent you. Quickly, you took a shower, without even bothering to dry your hair and wore the most comfortable pair of shorts and hoodie you found, grabbing some extra clothes and putting them in your backpack before getting going. The airbnb wasn’t too far from your place, and you mentally thanked Jaehyun for being considerate, but all gratitude was gone when he opened the place and greeted you impolitely. 

“You look like shit,” typical Jaehyun. 

“Fuck off,” you said, walking past him to get in the cozy apartment he had unnecessarily rented. You probably did look like shit, to be fair; dark circles under your eyes, your skin looking dull and your wet hair sticking to your forehead and neck, you probably weren’t looking your best. But he didn’t have to say it like that.

You had barely stepped into the living room when you felt Jaehyun’s arms wrapping around you from behind, catching you off guard. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said before you had the chance to ask why the sudden hug.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad. I know I look like shi-”

“No, not because of that,” he interrupted you and you heard him sigh behind you. “I was the one who told you Jisung had imprinted on you.” 

“Jae, what-” you tried to turn around but he hugged you tighter, so you stayed still. You knew how awkward he was when it came to apologizing, so he probably wanted to avoid eye contact until he was done speaking.

“Because of what I said you felt pressured into spending his rut with him,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my fault that things got awkward-”

“Jaehyun, no,” you stopped before he could spill any more nonsense and grabbed his hands firmly but gently, motioning for him to let go of you before you turned around. “This is not your fault.”

“You’re my best friend,” he said, lowering his eyes in guilt. “And I misread the signs. I thought you had feelings for him-”

“You were right,” you admitted, gently lifting his face. “I feel something for Jisung.”

 Jaehyun blinked a few times, then his brows furrowed as he tried to process what you had just said.“Then why are you avoiding him?!”

“It’s…,” you sighed and turned away, walking towards the kitchen. “It’s a lot to take in…”

“...Go on,” he encouraged you as he helped you reach some plates from the upper cabinet and placed them on the counter. 

You sighed. “Why don’t we eat first?”

“I’m not hungry,” he argued, but he didn’t sound convincing. He was always hungry, so you just raised a brow and stared at him until he gave in. “Fine, I’m a little bit hungry, but we still have to talk after we eat.Should we order something?”

“What are you in the mood for?” you giggled.

“Uh… pizza? Chicken?” he asked, seemingly deep in thought. “Both?”

You laughed out loud and nodded. “Both it is,” you agreed. “No need to order, though.”

“Wha-?” he looked away from his phone where he was already opening the delivery app and his attention was directed towards a dim light surrounding your hands. In a matter of seconds, the plates in front of you were filled with a variety of delicious-looking food that had Jaehyun stuttering incredulously. “No way! When d-did you…? Wow! I thought you could only materialize liquids!”

“I’ve been practicing,” you said coyly. 

 Jaehyun immediately grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved it into his mouth,closing his eyes and  moaning dramatically. “Marry me, Y/N, I swear-” his offering got interrupted when he choked on the food he was so excited to eat, coughing while you patted his back,

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jaehyun!” you nagged him playfully as he finally calmed down. “You still have to meet your mate, so stop asking random people to marry you.”

“I don’t just ask random people!” he defended himself, before eating another piece of pizza like he wasn’t choking seconds ago. He just didn’t learn. Zero survival instinct. “I asked you! I trust you! You literally made food appear like Jesus-”

“Jesus multiplied food, he didn’t just materialize it,” you were laughing hysterically now. 

“You’re even better than Jesus then!” he continued, glad he was making you laugh after so long without seeing each other. 

“I’m not gonna marry you, Jaehyun,” you finally said when you were able to control your laugh. “I’m Jisung’s-,” you gasped and quickly covered your mouth when you processed what you had just said. 

Jaehyun smiled knowingly. “I can see that,” he said pointing at the mark that your hoodie failed to hide. “Seems like it’s official.”

You blushed and let out a frustrated sigh. “I really fucked up.”

“I still don’t get it, Y/N. You two like each other-more than just like, actually- so why are you acting like this?” he asked you softly. 

“I feel-...I feel like I t-took advantage of him, Jaehyun,” you said, staring at the food that was getting cold. “It was his first rut. He couldn’t control himself.”

Jaehyun snorted and you glared at him, wanting to know what was so funny.

“Look, Y/N… with or without rut, I’m sure he loved fucking you- Hold on! Put that down! Hear me out!” he yelped when you grabbed an empty plate and aimed at him threateningly, your expression unamused at his crude choice of words. “Y/N, he’s wanted you since I first introduced you to the others years ago. I know it. All of us know it.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked slowly, putting the plate down.

“Well, I-... I have seen things.” he said.

“What type of things?

“Remember that shirt you left behind the first time you stayed at my place for the night? The pink one with a small heart on it? I was gonna wash it and give it back to you.”

“I liked that shirt…” you mumbled, slowly picturing the mental image of the forgotten shirt. “But you said you couldn’t find it, that it wasn’t at your place.”

“I lied,” he admitted. Normally he would avoid eye contact in situations like these, but now he was staring right into your eyes, like he wanted- needed- you to listen to him carefully, to understand, to take his words seriously. “Jisung has it.”

 You opened your mouth, but no words came out. 

“After you left, I asked the pack if they had seen the shirt and I described it in detail, but everyone said they hadn’t seen it. Jisung’s face was red as a tomato, staring at the floor and squirming in his seat..I didn’t think much of it at first, but when I found  the shirt under his pillow weeks later…” Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle and shook his head at what he thought was a funny memory. “I knew if he didn’t find it where he left it, he would panic at the thought of someone discovering his secret. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I left the shirt right there and didn’t say anything.”

“Maybe Chenle put my shirt there as a joke,” you argued, but deep down you knew Jisung himself had willingly kept your shirt.

“That’s not all I’ve seen. I see how he looks at you; his pupils dilate while following your every fucking move like he’s on drugs. I’ve seen him smelling your hair when you aren’t paying attention, licking his lips while looking at yours-”

“Jaehyun-”

“I’ve heard things too,” he bit his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively, hoping you would get it, but you just stared back at him blankly. “I’ve heard him moaning your name late at night more times than I can count.”

“Oh my god, Jaehyun! Shut up!” you hissed, scandalized.

“It’s not like I want to hear, Y/N,” he hissed back, imitating your tone. “Werewolves just happen to have incredibly good hearing. If I heard it, then trust me, the entire pack heard it. He wants you like crazy, Y/N. The rut just gave him the courage to act on it.”

 You felt yourself blushing and your heart beating faster at the newfound information. Part of you was happy to know that it hadn’t just been his rut, but that didn’t solve everything.

 “He’s too young. It’s just wrong,” you argued exhaustedly.

“...Seriously? That’s what made you run away from the poor guy?” Jaehyun asked incredulously. “His age?”

“He’s not ready to make a lifetime decision like that-”

“No, Y/N. Stop babying him,” Jaehyun wasn’t going to accept that as an argument. “Yeah, he’s a bit younger than you, but so what?! He is an adult! And he presented as an alpha-”

“He just presented-”

“What difference does it make? Whether he presented yesterday, last month, or last year doesn’t change who he is. He is a man, Y/N and he knows what he wants.”

 You gulped and cleared your throat awkwardly. Jaehyun normally wasn’t this stubborn; he always let you have it your way and win every argument, but he wasn’t backing down now. You didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore.

“Jaehyun, I came here to see you. I don’t want to fight,” your voice shook slightly as you spoke. “Can we just watch a movie together?”

Jaehyun didn’t want to fight either. And he especially didn’t want to make you cry, he just wanted the best for you and Jisung, but he could tell the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. He would have to find another way to help you.

“Let’s watch Barbie,” he proposed, hoping to make you laugh again. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a smile, which was enough for him. You spent the evening joking, laughing and watching movies, complaining about the characters and the plot holes while cuddling like in the old times. You felt comfortable in your friend’s arms and soon started falling asleep while he caressed your hair. Jaehyun was whispering something, but you were too tired to pay attention.

“Forgive me,” you thought you heard him say before you surrendered to sleep. 

When you woke up a couple of hours later, Jaehyun wasn’t next to you; his side of the bed was cold and the TV screen displayed that Netflix message asking if you wanted to continue watching. Everything was in silence.

“Jaehyun?” you called out sleepily. 

“He is not here,” that voice did not belong to Jaehyun. You jumped slightly and looked around trying to find the source of that voice, your eyes slowly adapting to the darkness around you. 

“J-jisung?!” you breathed out when you finally spotted him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, his features barely distinguishable under the little rays of moonlight that managed to enter the room.

 He just stared back at you tiredly. Like you, he looked like he hadn’t slept well in a while. 

“W-where is Jaehyun?How did y-you get in?” you asked nervously. 

Jisung’s gaze darkened, his fingertips digged harshly into his knees and he clenched his jaw before reaching for his phone in his pocket and unlocking it. After scrolling down a couple of times, he stood up and walked around the bed, making you squirm cautiously at his behavior. He stopped next to you and showed you the screen of his phone, the light hurting your eyes slightly. 

 There it was: a message from Jaehyun with the exact address you were in and the code he needed to open the door, followed by the words ‘she is here.’

 “W-what…?” you mumbled dumbly, reaching for your own phone and finding a message for you too.

Jaehyun: sorry Y/N but u 2 need to talk

You scoffed incredulously. “Fucking traitor.”

You slammed your phone on the nightstand and sighed, your eyes meeting Jisung’s once again. His unreadable expression made you incredibly nervous.

“W-when did you get here?” You were the first to break the silence.

“An hour ago… or maybe two,” Jisung replied, dark eyes still boring into yours.

“Oh,” you shifted awkwardly on the bed. That meant he had been watching you sleep the entire time. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he mumbled, his fingertips playing with the hem of his hoodie. “I’m not dumb. I know you’re avoiding me. I just wanted to look at you a bit longer and then leave before you woke up,” his voice got smaller as he reached the end of that sentence. 

 The way he was showing himself in such a vulnerable and hesitant state made all the negative feelings you had been feeling the last couple of weeks come back stronger than ever; guilt, shame, anxiety and fear. Jaehyun was right; you had to at least have the decency to talk to Jisung and solve this issue once and for all.

“Jisung,” you called out, making him flinch slightly. “There’s something I have to tell you-”

“Could you take a shower first?” he suddenly blurted out, like he had been holding it in for a while. “You reek of him,” he quickly explained when you gave him a perplexed look. 

 Your first instinct was to argue back; to tell him that he had to get over it and that this conversation was more important than his wolf being possessive. But after a moment of thinking, you decided to fulfill  his request. You had already done enough damage, and you were about to hurt him even more, so the least you could do was make it a bit more comfortable for him. 

“Sure,” you said as you got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes from your backpack as you walked past him. “See you in a bit.”

 He let out a soft ‘ok’ before you closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, your legs shaking slightly. You had forgotten how alluring his voice was, how pretty his eyes were and how soft his lips looked. As you felt hot water run down your skin for the second time that day, part of you wanted to just beg for his forgiveness and kiss him until your lips were swollen, but then again, that little voice in your head told you you shouldn’t and that you had to end things with him. Or at least that was what you intended when you exited the bathroom and joined him in the living room. 

“Put this on,” he offered you the hoodie he was wearing earlier as soon as he saw you. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down your spine and you finally noticed that Jisung had opened all the windows- probably in an attempt to get rid of Jaehyun’s scent. 

“I’ll just go get my own hoodie,” you replied, but he quickly shook his head.

“No. This one,” he insisted, practically shoving the hoodie into your arms. “Please,” he added when he sensed your hesitation. You sighed, and put it on, again telling yourself it was the least you could do for him. 

“Listen, Ji-” you started saying, but as soon as you finished putting the large hoodie on Jisung’s arms were around your waist, bringing you incredibly close to him as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately. An unintentional  pang of pleasure clouded your mind when he rubbed the mark on your neck slightly and you couldn’t help the way your body relaxed, baring your neck for him.  Jisung hummed appreciatively and gave your neck a long lick that made you whimper before you remembered what you were going to say. “J-jisung-”

“Hmm?” he acknowledged with a kiss on your neck before he got back to scenting you.. 

“I’m-” you bit your lip and gathered the courage you needed before speaking again. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

He tightened the hold his arms had around you, fingers digging into your flesh. “It’s okay,” he assured you quickly through shaky breaths. “We’re okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you sighed and tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he didn’t budge. “I- I should have done this sooner-”

“I said we’re fine,” he repeated, this time his voice was firm. “We’re together now.”

“But we´re not- we shouldn’t b-be…fuck,” you groaned and took a deep breath. “What happened between us- it was a mistake.”

 There. You said it.

 The hug you were captive in loosened up and Jisung lifted his head, taking a hesitant step away from you. His brows furrowed in a puzzled expression that soon turned into one of anguish, his glossy eyes telling you that was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. You felt like absolute trash.

“...Why do you say that?” he asked, his voice cracking. 

You did your best to ignore the way your chest throbbed at the sight. “It w-was your first rut and I-”

“Fuck,” Jisung turned around and threw his head back, walking a few steps away before he hunkered down on the floor like he was in physicall pain. “FUUUCK!”

 You didn’t dare to move nor say anything else. It was the first time you had heard him raise his voice and it reminded you of the severity of the situation you were in. You  had fucked up badly. 

“Of course!” he said as he slowly stood up, facing you again, his face pure of torment. Heartbroken. “Of course you would never want to do all that with me,” he laughed bitterly. 

You clenched your eyes, his words hurting more than you anticipated. “Jisung, I-”

“You just felt sorry for the late presenter who was humping your pillow like a loser,” he spat angrily. 

“That’s not true-”

“And here I was thinking I had a chance with you,” he continued rambling,panting heavily. “That you may actually like me back-”

“I do!” you bursted out, finally catching his attention. “I do like you,” you admitted as tears rolled down your face. “I like you s-so much,” you ended your confession with a sob and covered your face with your hands. “I’m so sorry.”

For a whole minute the only noise that could be heard in the living room were your mournful sobs and Jisung’s heavy breathing. 

“...You lost me there,” Jisung finally broke the silence. “I don’t get it,” he walked towards you cautiously as you wiped your tears desperately. “If you and I feel the same, then why-... why are you saying it was a mistake?”

“B-because you-,” you tried to compose yourself and speak properly, but your body and heart simply weren’t in the mood to listen to your brain. “You’re too young and-”

“What?!” Jisung asked like you had just said he was a vampire. You tried to hide your face again but he grabbed both your wrists and pulled them to your sides, his eyes looking for yours. “I’m too what?!” he repeated.

“Too young…” you barely whispered, looking away.

“Too young for what?” he spoke through gritted teeth. “To date? To make my fucking choices? To fuck?!” he continued, slowly cornering you against the wall. “Too young for you, noona?”

 You inhaled sharply when your back bumped into the wall and he pinned your hands on each side of your head. “J-jisung, we s-shouldn’t-”

“Why?” 

“I just don’t w-wanna take a-advantage of yo-” before you could finish that sentence Jisung was kissing you firmly, soft lips moving against yours. Your heartbeat accelerated when he nibbled on your bottom lip softly, as if asking for permission and letting out a frustrated groan when you didn’t let him in. You turned your head to the side and spoke again. “Jisung I can’t-”

“Shut up,” Jisung growled, letting go of your hands to grab your jaw and forcefully make you face him, his other hand sneaking around your waist. “Just shut up. I don’t wanna hear any more nonsense,” he warned you and crashed his lips into yours again, nibbling and licking insistently for you to part your lips. When you refused to give in again, his hand went from your jaw to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and tugging enough to catch you by surprise, using the soft gasp he elicited from you as an opportunity to finally deepen the kiss. He moaned into the kiss and massaged your scalp gently as an apology,  and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull, finally daring to kiss him back, all will to fight slowly evaporating from your body. When he broke away from the kiss, you caught yourself feeling utterly disappointed. 

“Are you done being impossible?” he asked, pecking your lips softly. “Done making things unnecessarily difficult?” the next kiss lasted a bit longer, his hands finding their way to your hips. “Where did you even get that ridiculous idea, hm?” he pressed his hips into yours, immediately reminding you of his size. “You think I’m some innocent kid, is that it?” he challenged, rutting against you firmly. The effect was immediate: you felt yourself melt into a puddle at the touch you had been craving for weeks, letting out a soft moan, much to Jisung’s delight. “Yeah? You missed me?” he chuckled against your lips, pressing himself against you harder and making you whine desperately. “Then you should have picked up your phone, no? Texted me back? Opened the door when I showed up?” He kissed his way from your jaw to your neck, sucking harshly. “All because you felt guilty? Guilty for what? For making my biggest fantasy come true?” he growled against your neck, making you tremble.

“Jisung-,” you gulped when he grabbed your shorts and panties and pulled them down unceremoniously. “S-slow down. Let’s think-”

“Don’t wanna,” he simply said as he finished undressing your lower parts. “I’ve had plenty of time to think. I’ve been thinking about this for years, noona,” he pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers only enough for his hardened cock to be released, bobbing and hitting his covered lower abdomen. “The more I think of it, the harder I get.”

 You could feel yourself drooling at the sight of Jisung slowly jacking off in front of you as he observed you with hooded eyes.

“You want it?”  he teased you, his hand circling the tip of his cock and squeezing slightly, hissing. You could only nod dumbly. “But you think it’s wrong, huh?” he quirked his eyebrows and you nodded again. He rolled his eyes and pressed his body close to yours again. “Because I’m too young?” he cooed. Again, you nodded, like it was the only thing you knew how to do. He hummed, not stopping the constant movement of his hand on his dick, while his other hand made its way between your legs, sliding two fingers along your pussy and spreading your wetness to your clit. “Then why are you this wet? Aren’t I too young to make you this wet, noona?”

 You closed your eyes, embarrassed. “J-jisung, please…” you begged, without being sure of what you were begging for. He slowly inserted both fingers into your entrance, both your jaw and his falling open; yours due to the stretch and his for the anticipation of being surrounded by you. He moved his fingers carefully inside of you, searching for that one spot he had found last time-

“AH! J-jisung oh g-god!”

Found it. He smirked and stole another kiss from you before quickly massaging that spot in a ´come here´ motion, along with stroking his cock lazily. 

“Jisung f-fuck, fuck oh-!” you didn’t know what to hold onto, and ended up pulling at his shirt with trembling hands. Sensing how close you were, he put his own pleasure aside, releasing his own member and using that hand to draw smooth circles on your clit. “JISUNG-” you gasped and threw your head back, surrendering to the intense orgasm Jisung had built up for you. You didn’t know if it was because of the mating mark, but only Jisung could make you feel like this. You worked on controlling your breathing as Jisung retracted his fingers from you gently, and opened your eyes right in time to see him bring his soaked fingers to his mouth, licking them wantonly and moaning in delight. For a second his eyes gleamed a reddish tone that made your blood run cold. 

“Don’t worry,” he said as if he knew what you were thinking. “It’s too soon for me to have another rut. Especially when my last one left me so…,” he licked his lips. “...Satisfied.”

“O-oh,” you replied, trying your best to form a coherent sound, but your legs chose that moment to give up on you and your body started sliding down the wall. Luckily, Jisung was fast enough to reach for you and hold you firmly against him. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice showing a hint of nervousness as he tried to look for an answer in your unfocussed eyes. 

“Feel weird-” you managed to answer, letting him lift your weak body and guide your legs around his waist, pressing you against the wall once again. When his hot cock rubbed against your sensitive pussy your entire body trembled and you moaned into his chest. 

“Noona,” he cupped your face with his palm, holding your weight with one arm like it was nothing. “Weird how? What do you feel?”

 You shook your head weakly. You didn’t know how to explain the way your body responded to Jisung, making your limbs weak, your chest warm, and every nerve tingling with pleasure, something in the back of your head telling you to submit to him. Jisung bit his lip before he decided to look for your neck, giving it experimental nuzzles and licks like a puppy trying to comfort its owner. You moaned out loud and bared your neck for him, giving him as much access as he wanted.

“A-alpha,” you moaned, shaking in his arms. Jisung’s eyes lighted up with a hint of red again, and stared at you expectantly. “Make it b-better, alpha-,” you sobbed desperately.

 Something in Jisung snapped right in that moment, inhaling sharply and kissing you fiercely, his hips rutting against you roughly and creating a friction that had you gasping into the kiss. 

“It’s okay, noona,” he assured you while his hand slid between your bodies to line himself up against your entrance, pressing only slightly in an attempt to make you open up for him without forcing it, although it felt like torture for you. “Alpha will take care of you,” he declared before the head slid in, making both of you moan loudly. “Feels good, yeah? Feel how good alpha fills you up?” he panted when he managed to bury himself completely inside of you.

“S-so good,” you stuttered brainlessly, letting him bounce you on his cock and against the wall. 

“Still think this is wrong?” he asked in between kisses. “Still think I’m too young?”

 He slowed down his thrust to a stop when you didn’t reply, distancing his upper body from you enough to see your embarrassed face. “You do?!” he asked incredulously. You looked away and he scoffed. “Am I not enough of a man for you? Even after I marked your pretty neck as mine? Even when you can barely take my cock?” he thrusted into you sharply as to emphasize his question. “Get rid of that stupid thought, now,” he ordered you, his eyes showing a red hue again.

“I-I’m trying-,” you hiccupped with difficulty as he fucked you intently. “It’s n-not that e-easy-”

“Let me help you,” he hissed and just like that you suddenly didn’t feel the wall against your back anymore. You shrieked and hugged Jisung more tightly out of fear of falling on the floor now that you didn’t have the wall as support. Jisung walked a few steps back, with you clinging onto him like a koala,  before he grabbed your waist with both hands. “Let me show you how much of a man I can be.”

Before you could complain about the possibility of you being too heavy for this, or him losing balance, or all the ways this could end up badly, he silenced you by lifting you up and slamming you down back into his cock with ease, reaching deep enough to make you choke on your saliva. 

 “Could someone who is too young do this?” He snickered and kissed your neck before he started moving you up and down his cock with ease, as the muscles in his forearms tightened and his veins popped up attractively. You didn’t even know strength could turn you on like this, but when Jisung used you like you were nothing but a fleshlight you felt another orgasm approaching you fast. “Tell me, noona,” he hissed. “Am I n-not a man to you?” he fought the need to roll his eyes back in pleasure to see your wrecked face.

“Al- alpha,” you tried to reply as you felt your orgasm so close you could barely speak. “Y-you a-...you’re a m-man fuck, alpha, alph-AH!” you sobbed as your vision went blank and your walls clamped around him, making him moan and tremble, hugging you tightly against his chest, where you could feel his heart beating through the material of his shirt. 

“Say it again,” he demanded, his hard cock still inside of you contrasting the romantic nature of the way he was hugging you. 

“Y-you’re a man,” you admitted, feeling weak after the mindblowing orgasm.

“Say you’re mine,” he spoke again.

“I’m…,” you sighed as he kissed your mark softly. “I’m yours, alpha.”

“Now tell everyone,” he ordered, catching you off guard. Who was he talking about? Did he mean telling the other members of his pack? Telling your friends? Introducing him to your parents? As you were trying to understand what he meant, he started walking towards the balcony, walking past the window and standing there in the cold night, where all the neighbors could see you. “Now.”

“J-jisung, what are you doing?” you slapped his chest weakly until he put you down. You were glad his hoodie covered you past your thighs and he was fully dressed- except for his cock on full display- and tried to hurry him back inside before someone saw you both, but Jisung quickly grabbed your hips and turned you around against the balcony railing, pressing his body against you. “Jisung, n-not here!”

“I want the world to see,” he murmured like he was in a trance. “I want them to hear how good you are for alpha,” he purred, lifting the back of your hoodie just enough for his cock to rub against your ass. 

 He was crazy. There was no way you were going to do that. Or so you thought, but the moment he slid himself back into you with a shameless moan, all caution was forgotten, and you could only think about how good he was stretching you and how sweet he sounded moaning against your ear. 

“Noona,” he moaned into your neck, his hips speeding up to a constant rhythm. “Say it again,” he pleaded, his hands feeling you up like a madman, wanting to memorize every curve. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m y-yours,” you whimpered, your fist tightening around the railing and enjoying the way his cock twitched inside of you at the words. “I’m yours, Jisung, p-please I’m- oh! Oh god, Ji I’m yours, I’m yours I-” you moaned when he cursed and his hips stuttered. 

“I love you, n-noona,” he sobbed, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you in place to take his unruly thrusts. “I love you, I love y-you so much so, so much ah! Ah, fuck, ah!” he panted heavily as the base of his cock started inflating into what soon would be a huge knot. “D-don’t try to run away from me a-again, noona,” he pleaded? Warned? “I won’t let you. You’re n-not going anywhere-fuck! This pretty pussy’s all mine,” definitely a warning. “I’ll fuck you so good, noona, hhm? Breed you every day, keep you so f-full you w-won’t have any more stupid ideas in that pretty head of yours, y-yeah?”

 You moaned so loud you knew someone out there had surely heard. But you couldn’t care anymore; the only thing in your mind were Jisung’s filthy promises and the stretch of the knot he insistently tried to push into you were making you delirious. “Y…yeah- oh fuh- ugh fuck yes, a-alpha!” your slurred words were barely understandable, too cock drunk to express yourself properly. “Fuck me s-soh aaah! so g-good- wanna… want you inside of me all d-day.”

That’s what did it for Jisung. He rammed into you harshly, his knot finally inside of you as his cock jerked, continuous gushing of cum making you feel full enough for a small bump to form in your belly. 

“You’re squeezing me s-so good, noona.” Jisung panted deliriously while licking your neck. “Taking all my cum, yeah? Milk me up some more, hmm?” he asked, one of his hands finding your clit and rubbing it quickly as you moaned and squirmed against him. “Yeess, noona, just like t-that, come on, cum for me, cum for alpha-” he demanded, relishing in the way your walls contracted round him.

“A-alpha!” you whimpered when your third orgasm of the night hit you, shaking uncontrollably as Jisung released another spurt of cum inside of you. “love y-you, alpha…” you croaked out weakly. Jisung purred a chant of ‘love you too, love you so much, noona,’ as he gave the mating mark one last kiss and slid out of you when his knot shrunk enough to allow it, cum immediately sliding out and down your thighs as Jisung carried you back inside the apartment. 

 Jisung laid you down on the sofa and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back right after with a wet towel that he used to carefully clean you up, gently apologizing whenever you would flinch in oversensitivity. 

“You came a lot…,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Oh that’s probably because- uh, I haven’t come since the last time I saw you,” he confessed, shrugging. 

“What?” you yelped. “That was like three weeks ago! Why didn’t you uh–... you know,” you ended vaguely by making a crude gesture with your hand that had him laughing out loud.

“I tried,” he explained when his laugh calmed down. “I would start jerking off, but my hand didn’t feel as good as yours, and it wasn’t as soft and warm as…,” he eyed you up hungrily. “...As all of you. So I would get frustrated and give up.”

“That sounds like torture,” you say.

“It was,” he admitted. “But I feel much better now.”

You hummed and then you both fell into a comfortable silence.

“Are we-” Jisung bit his lip nervously, going back to his reserved persona like he hadn’t just fucked you out in the open. “Are we okay now?”

“Yeah,” you replied tiredly. “More than okay.”

“...Will you give us a chance, then?” he asked hopefully. 

"Will I get my shirt back if I do?" you asked cheekily. "The pink one, with a heart on it," you added when Jisung gave you a puzzled look. Then you saw his eyes widen and his face blush a record shade of red.

"Who told you?!"

"Jaehyun."

Jisung groaned dramatically. "Look, noona. I'm not a creep. It just smelled so good-Fuck! That's what a creep would say-" he tried to defend himself desperately.

"Jisung," you called for him, giving him a tender kiss. "What do you need the shirt for if you can have me anytime you want."

His eye color matched the blush on his face at your words as he licked his lip tentatively. "Anytime I want?"

 You nodded and kissed him again, feeling him smile into the kiss. 

Then a thought crossed your mind and you broke to kiss, gasping in realization.

“We’re gonna get a noise complaint. Or a complaint for public indecency. We’ll get banned from using airbnb.”

“Under whose name is the reservation?” Jisung asked

“Jaehyun’s.”

“Then I honestly don't care,” he said nonchalantly as he leaned in to kiss you again.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Idea… so maybe Y/N is laying in bed with billy, and she’s lazily jerking him off while whispering dirty things in his ear. He’s kinda laying on your chest, head nuzzled into your neck and he grunts and groans, his hips bucking up as sweat beads down his hairy chest. You both are so caught up in the moment you don’t hear the door open.. Hughie. Hughie is standing in shock and Billy covers himself up, ashamed at the idea that he was seen somewhat vulnerable. Maybe some goofy stuff afterwards with Frenchie finding out and Y/N teasing Billy about it too. 🤭🤭 Ignore this if it’s too much!! ❤️

I can’t believe this took me so long!!! 😭 Life is rough, man. But thank the gods we at least have Billy. Please let me know what you think ❤️

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“Fuck. I’m too bloody tired for this.” Butcher half-stumbled to the bathroom, flicking the harsh light on and glowering at his reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, you’re not…I mean…you did….great.” Hughie stuttered. “Uh, thanks by the way. Thanks for that,” he gestured aimlessly. “Thanks for helping.”

Butcher turned to glare at Hughie instead through the open doorway.

“Aye, well I didn’t think it through.” Butcher splashed some water on his face then unbuttoned his bloody shirt, revealing a gash carved into his side.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Fuck,” Hughie echoed, his voice pale with the dismay of seeing the wound.

Billy tossed his ruined shirt to the floor, reaching for the gauze in the cabinet, his eyes somehow dark and burning fire at the same time. “Next time you ask for help, we’re doin’ it my way, ya got that?”

“Got it,” Hughie muttered.

When Billy finished patching his side up, he flicked the light off, ignoring his shirt on the bathroom floor and stalking past Hughie without a second look. “I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You - you might have a concussion. Or something”

Billy scowled. “I’m fine. You can check on me in the mornin’ to make sure I’m still alive.”

“Fine, fine,” Hughie sighed, but he didn't dare get in Butcher’s way.

…

It was late, or actually early - very early, when you got back to the safe house. Butcher was sleeping in the bed in his room - the one you’d been sharing on and off for a couple months now - but his brow was furrowed and you could tell he wasn’t sleeping peacefully. For a moment you couldn’t help yourself, and you stood quietly, watching him. You’d missed him more than you thought you would while you’d been away. All you wanted now was to be wrapped up in his arms and let the entire world fade away.

Carefully, you perched on the very edge of the bed, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping it was soft enough not to startle him. He shifted when your fingertips brushed his skin but he must have sensed you weren’t an enemy and he let himself wake up slowly.

Hey,” you murmured in the darkness.

As he moved again, turning toward you, the blankets slid down his chest and you noticed the gauze just under his rib cage on his side.

“You’re home,” he rumbled suddenly, gingerly trying to sit up then wincing. Your eyes flicked back to the bandage on his side.

“What happened?”

“You didn’t call. Been two weeks.”

You huffed and laughed softly, edging closer on the bed next to him. “You told me not to. You said it wasn’t safe.”

“Since when do ya listen to me.”

You rolled your eyes but you really did miss him, grumpiness and all. “I always listen…” you teased him and he grunted in reply.

For a moment he gazed at you and you could tell he must still be in pain but then he reached up to tug on your hair. “C’mere,” he rumbled, tangling his hand in the strands and pulling gently.

You hummed softly and obeyed, gingerly climbing over the top of him to your side of the bed and sliding down next to him.

“Miss me?” You whispered with a little half smile after a few minutes.

His reply was just another simple grunt but it was enough for you.

You leaned forward to kiss him, letting your lips brush teasingly over his before he slid his fingers deeper into your hair and captured your mouth completely. After all you’d been through together, you two had finally been seeing each other for a while now but with the time you’d been away, combined with the fact it was still fairly new, his touch made your stomach flutter and flip flop with sparkling anticipation.

When you slid your hand over his waist though he flinched and you remembered his injury. “Oh I’m sorry,” you breathed, pulling back from his kiss. “What really happened, are you okay?”

Butcher groaned, shifting to lay back against the pillows in a more comfortable position. “Hughie took me to track down some supe. Swore up and down it’d be a piece of cake, made me pinky swear to go easy, and then it all just went pear-shaped. Had to save him again.” Billy added grumpily.

You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips. “That sounds absolutely horrible,” you said in agreement, trying to hide a grin.

“It were,” he huffed.

“Maybe I can make it up to you, make you feel better?” You asked, letting your hand slip over his flat stomach underneath the blanket.

“Well, aye, that’s probably the only thing that would help,” he agreed, a mischievous twinkle coming to his eyes.

It only took you a second to find the start to the dark trail of hair below his belly button. He rumbled as your hand kept going, until your fingers brushed his rapidly swelling length.

“Like this?” You asked, watching his face as his eyes closed and he focused on what you were doing to him.

“Aye,” he breathed.

A moan almost slipped out of your own mouth when you wrapped your fingers fully around his thick cock. His skin was hot and he felt so good and, fuck, you wanted him too but you needed to do this for him.

He groaned when you began to move your hand and as you reached the tip he bucked helplessly into your palm. The blanket slipped down his muscled thighs when he moved and he tugged on the soft material pulling it away from his body completely.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, hot and hard and wanting you, making a soft little sound of need escape your throat.

“Sweethear’…” he rumbled, in that gravelly, husky voice. Reaching up he twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to his again.

He kissed you like he needed to suck the air from your lungs to survive and it set your entire being on fire. His cock seemed to swell even more and you moaned into his kiss. You continued to stroke him lazily, all the way from the base to the head, rubbing your thumb across the tip as precum started to bead there.

You pulled back to watch and he groaned harshly, the sound of it going straight to your center. The dark room was warm and sweat started to form on his temples. One drop rolled down his neck to his chest and you lifted your other hand to rub your palm over the curly dark hair there. He groaned again, turning toward you to bury his face in the curve of your throat, nuzzling hotly, his fingers still tangled in your hair. “Your cock feels so good, Billy,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, making him moan again.

Just as you were starting to unbutton your shirt with the other hand, the door to the bedroom swung open with a bang and suddenly Hughie was standing right there staring at the two of you with wide, shocked eyes and his mouth hanging open.

“Oh fuck! I’m so - fuck - sorry… I thought - it sounded - fuck - sorry…”

You froze, completely unsure of what to do, your fingers still wrapped around Billy’s cock, but you had to let go as he surged up from his supine position. He grabbed all the blankets in one fist to cover his lap and you were glad you weren’t already naked yourself or you’d be fully on display for Hughie now.

“Hughie, I fuckin’ told ya you could check on me in the morning! What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?!” Butcher roared.

Hughie screwed his eyes shut and you almost had to laugh at the varied shades of horror written across his expression but you held it in.

“I didn’t know! I thought - you were hurt. I heard -“

“Just get the fuck out son and leave me be! I’m tryin’ to recover here,” Billy growled, his face flushed with fury.

“Sorry, sorry, okay, sorry” Hughie started backing toward the door then finally turned and bolted out into the main room, slamming it closed behind him.

“Fuckin’ twat,” Billy growled. You held your tongue as you climbed off the bed to lock the door.

“The kid can’t even let me have a shag in peace after nearly gettin’ me killed.”

He was really in a mood now and you had to bite your lip to keep from teasing him. He must hate to have one of the boys see him in such a vulnerable moment but you couldn’t help the swell of affection it made you feel for him.

You were worried about calming him down but when you turned back from the now locked door, his gaze was hot on you despite the scowl that was still on his face. Your shirt was half unbuttoned, slipping down your shoulder and there was nothing underneath. You were sure he could see the bare curve of your breast as his gaze lingered there. Maybe that could help turn the night back around again. As you took another step toward him, you tugged at the rest of your buttons and let your shirt fall to the floor.

It seemed to work.

His gaze was hot enough to burn straight through you and you saw him swallow thickly. “Let’s quit fuckin’ about now,” he finally said. He was frowning but his voice was gruff from need, even more so than before. He tossed the blankets away with a flick of his wrist. “Take the rest o’ your kit off, love, and come sit on my cock,” he husked. “Playtime is over.”

You felt the immediate, undeniable rush of heat and wetness as your body desperately prepared itself for him. “Aye, aye Captain,” you teased, but still your voice was noticeably breathless.

His eyes were glued to your form as you shimmied out of your jeans. He laid back on the bed as you climbed over him, carefully straddling his hips.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he husked, his hands going to your hips, his gaze travelling over you, all the way up and back down. “Take me in, love.”

You bit your lower lip as your body throbbed in response and you guided his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down on him, relaxing your muscles as he stretched you open, taking him as deep as you could.

As soon as you started to move, he slid his hands up from your hips, and cupped and squeezed your breasts roughly, pinching your tight nipples and tugging.

The bite made pleasure surge through you and you clenched around his cock, almost coming from his subsequent growl, but you held back somehow, letting the heat grow more between you first.

He shifted like he was going to sit up but you held him down again, your palms against his broad shoulders to keep himself from making his injury worse and he growled in reply, his eyes flashing with passion and heated challenge.

Snaking his hand down your stomach, his fingers found your clit with practiced ease. And he knew exactly what it did to you. He knew it made you wild for him. You bounced on his cock, a little bit harder, a little faster, taking him as deep as you could, release just within reach. “Please Billy,” you whimpered, almost beyond words. “Oh…”

He thrust his hips up, and the perfect angle along with the perfect touch of his fingers made your climax come on fast and hard. You cried out as your body shuddered and squeezed around him. His hands went back to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as his own climax started to overtake him and he gave a low groan as he held your hips to his.

His gaze was so focused on you as he came, so full of passion and wonder and heat and genuine caring… It felt like your heart could burst.

The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and after a few moments you collapsed against his chest, his strong arms coming tight around you. Nothing had ever felt this good.

You couldn’t imagine anything in your life ever going right, but, fuck, you knew then you would fight like hell to hold on to this man.

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The next morning was blissfully calm and quiet and you sighed contentedly as you checked Billy’s bandage and found the wound healing well. Everything was perfect. Until Billy offered to make you coffee and bagels just before Frenchie emerged from his own room.

“Eh, Monsieur Charcutier…need a hand?”

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[heaartzzforcupidzz]

A/N: I’m still doin requests, just wanted to make this at the moment

“THE DEVIL HIMSELF?”

relationship(s): ink demon x Joey drew!daughter

Warning(s): smut, stalking (abit)

drip. drip, drop. that’s all you could hear. over and over. why couldn’t you see? what’s going on? you finally opened your eyes to find yourself in a bed, but not your bed. where were you? you sat up and felt your head, god, you had a massive headache.

you thought over what could’ve possibly happened before you fell asleep and then you remembered. you had came back to your fathers abandoned workshop to visit bendy and the others. you had grown quite a lot but you believed they would still remember you. you were 10 when they last saw you.

you were now 21 , only 11 years? not too long you hope. you had gotten out the bed and began to creep out the door. you seen a black dog/wolf. Boris! you went over and hugged him. he looked at you and pulled you off softly. “ma’am? who are you?” you were shocked for a moment before you uttered the words that stopped Boris in his tracks.

“Y/N Drew.”

he hugged you tightly, sniffling. “Y/N, we missed you so much!!” you hugged him back and shook your head at his words, feeling little tears build at the corner of your eyes to. he quickly sat you at the table before he pulled out some type of soup, asking if you were hungry. you quickly shook your head, you didn’t wanna be rude but you already knew it was probably very very veryyyyy old. I mean they can drink it of course, but you’d probably get sick.

“so.. how’s Joey?” you shrugged “fine, he’s doing fine..” Boris looked at you. “why say it like that, hun?” you looked at him. “I guess.. I never quite got over how he left you guys..” he nodded, not saying anything more. you quickly got up, realizing something.

“Where’s Bendy?!.. where’s Alice?!”

he looked at you and sighed. “they are.. not who they used to be. they fell apart after everyone abandoned us.” “.. what happened?” “they turned demonic and empowered.. that’s why I’ve been hiding here.”

“oh.”

you had left the little hiding place with Boris and was now walking around the warehouse. you felt so bad watching the once shiny and glimmering walls now filled with thick ink. you looked around high and low, finding tapes of your fathers coworkers.

you ran across Alice’s territory and she stopped you, asking you to be her little ‘errand girl’. you denied but you didn’t have much of a choice. she began to give you instructions as you did it, no questions asked. you just.. you just wanted to know and see your friends again.

Alice had instructed you to the deepest darkest part of the warehouse to find the ‘devil himself’ so she could rule this place. by herself. you wondered who the devil was. you just knew it wasn’t your sweet innocent Bendy. that cute little devil. you walked through the thick ink, cringing at the feeling of the ink on your legs.

you had came to a door and this.. this thing came out the ink and tried to grab you. you screamed and ran while you heard it hurriedly following you. you ran and ran, more and more of those things were popping out of little things of ink of the ground. they ran you straight into the room where the ink demon sustained himself in. he wasn’t in there at the moment though.. not like you even knew that was his room. great.

you took a breath, not knowing where you had gotten yourself into. what room was this? who’s room was this? questions filled your head so quickly. it was to ‘inky’ for you to tell. you could see a bed though. atleast it looked comfortable.

you took a seat on the bed. you looked over yourself, noticed how you were almost completely covered in ink. you grimaced as you attempted to wipe it off your face. seems like those things were afraid to come in here. you rolled your eyes as you thought over you situation. you haven’t even found Bendy yet and Alice is still waiting on you to find the ‘Devil himself’ - the Ink Demon.

“fuck, one of those things scratched my leg!” you seethed before you got up and went out the room. you looked around and sighed with relief. no fucking monsters. you slowly walked to the infirmary. it took you awhile to get there since the gash on your leg was pretty bad. you finally got there and sat, putting a towel in your mouth as you grabbed the alcohol and bandages.

you wiped the tears off your cheek as you got off the infirmary bed, you headed back to the task at hand. finding the devil himself. you walked around the ink filled rooms with no sign of horns at all. you sighed as your got tired of walking. you found a halfway decent room and sat down. just then, you saw eyes watching you.

you quickly sat up as they began to move around. you followed the eyes, only to see it was one of those monsters, watching. you wondered why he didn’t attack? maybe he was ordered not to by Alice. you quickly followed the little monster and hid behind a wall as he walked right in front of a tall horrific .. demon. you couldn’t help but think that was the devil.

you sat there and watched as Bendy listened to the groans and grunts of the monster, seemingly understanding. you had moved your foot which made the ink slosh. the demon instantly looking up at you. your heart stopped. you guys locked eyes for a few moments(even though you couldn’t see his eyes) before you snapped out of it and began to run, scared. he was scarier than Alice!

you ran, the hard pitter patter, being heard through the murky ‘water’. you heard his minions following you rather then himself. pussy. you thought as you ran a corner, knocking straight into a rock hard chest. your heart stopped. you slowly looked up to see him, smiling over you.

you gulped as you backed up abit. “Bendyyy..! hi, buddy, remember me?” you asked as he looked at you - no, stared at you. he came close and his hand slowly landed on your face as his gruff voice came out. “Y/N?..” you quickly nodded. “yea, yes, bends, it’s me!”

before you guys could begin to talk, he was carrying you, bridal style. you came inside that room you were in earlier with that bed. ah, so this was his room. he dropped you on his bed, before he wanted no time, ripping off your clothes. your eyes widened as you covered yourself. “What are you doing?!”

he quickly shut you up though. his head inbetween your soft plush like thighs as he ate you out. his slimy black tongue trailing between your clit and your unused hole. he kissed your inner thighs before his mouth came right back to your dripping core, sucking your swollen bud. he deemed you wet enough after awhile.

he took his achy cock out. the tip gray, swollen, with a bit of pre-cum, already licking. you sat up abit as you seen it. it had to be atleast 11 inches! he took a look at you and seen your growing nerves as he stroked his lengthy cock. “shhh.. be a good girl and atleast try, okay?”

you reached between the two of you and stroked his cock a few times causing a growl to escape his lips. from him already slicking you up, he pushed inside, no problem… until he tried to thrust more inside. you held onto his arms, the ink beginning to drip down your hands. you took a sigh and Bendy chickled before he pushed himself deeper into your soaked hole. you let out a whimper as you looked up at him, desperately.

his cock was swallowed by your tight hole. he growled as he fucked into you like you were some rag doll he had found. his hard cock finally pushed all the way inside, you choked out a sob as your gummy walls stretched to accommodate him. you moaned out his name as he started moving faster, his tail rubbing your clit deliciously. making you squirm.

your pussy was quivering as you had squirted on his cock and chest about 3 times already while he hadn’t cum twice. he switched your position, flipping you on your stomach as he slid into you once more, making rough and passionate love to your hole. his hands came up to your tit and squeezed. loving the feeling of the flesh between his ungodly hands. you moaned loudly as he bit into your shoulder, cumming into your womb.

you took deep breaths as your vision began to blacken and you faintly saw Bendys shadow walking out the room after covering you. after that, you were out far too soon.

TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

[viccz]

Confessing to the brothers.

!non gender spes mc! !flUff-

Lucifer

He was lying in his bed. Diavlo had given him a break from paperwork, so Lucifer was relaxing as much as he could. He was listening to his music when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed “Mammon! I’m not giving you any grimm!” When he opened the door he saw you. His demeanor changed. “Ah, Mc. Please, come in.” You timidly walked in. He motioned you onto his bed and sat next to you. “Well, whats the meaning of you coming here, Mc?” You glared down at the floor, unable to look at him. He held your chin, forcing you to look at him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. His eyes said everything for him. Pleading for you to tell him why you’ve shown up to his room in the middle of the night. “Lucifer, I think i’m in love with you.” He was shocked. He stared at you, eyes widened. He was so happy that you felt the same way. “Oh my darling Mc..I’ve waited so long to hear you say that to me.” He hugged you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You were going to be there with him for a while.

Mammon

He was scrolling through devil-gram when he heard a knock on his door. “Eh? Who’s there?” When he opened the door he saw you. His face lit up. He was so happy to see you. “M-Mc! Whatcha doin’ here?” You walked further into his room, sitting on his couch. He followed behind. “Mammon, I wanna be with you.” He paused. What? Huh? Is he hearing ya right? He froze. He just stared at you, mouth dropped. He didn’t know wether to wrap his arms around you or hide his face in the pillow cushion. “We-Well of course you wanna be with the great Mammon. You’re lucky cause..I..I wanna be with you too..” You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around him. He couldn’t help but tear up. He rested his temple against yours and held you in his arms.

Leviathan

You and him were watching an Anime together. He was really involved with it. “Uhm..Levi? There’s something I need to tell you.” Oh god. You were gonna tell him you hated him. You were gonna call him a loser otaku. You were gonna- “Levi, I love you.” He quickly turned to you. “You-You-You love- me!?” his face turned crimson red so he quickly hid his face in his hands. “I..I feel the same way..” You hugged him and he froze again. He couldn’t believe someone as sweet as you would ever love a loser otaku like him. He feels tears flow down his cheeks. You noticed his sniffles and wiped his tears away. You held his head in your hands and kissed his temple. “y-y-you M-Mc w-whdhdhdhd” Levi.exe has stopped working.

Satan

He was sitting in the library. Fully focused on the words on the page. So focused on fact, that he didn’t notice you sitting down next to him. He felt a tap on his shoulder and flinched. He was about to yell at the person until he realized that it’s you. “Well, what a nice surprise. What brings you here?” You couldn’t muster the words out of you. What if he got mad? What if he didn’t feel the same? You stuttered but went silent, giving up on what you were gonna say. “Mc, tell me. Im not feeling very patient toda-“ “I-I love you!” the second you said that, you got up to leave. But he grabbed onto your arm, not letting you go. He sat you back down and he stared into your eyes. “Oh, Mc..I feel the exact same way about you.” you blushed. He glanced down to your lips and smiled. “Why don’t we go to my room? We can have some more privacy there..”

Asmodeus

He had just got done spring shopping. He invited you over to see the clothes on him. He had bought you both matching outfits and he had you both try them on. “You’ve got a great fashion sense Asmo. That’s one of the reasons I love-“ you stopped yourself. Asmo felt himself blush. “Kyaa!! Mc!! I love you too! I really mean it. I love you sooo much!” you blushed and looked away from him. “You’re just saying that.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him. “Mc, I mean it. You mean the world to me. Your beauty is second to mine, how could I not?” He giggled at your reaction and hugged you. To celebrate you two being official, you two took a nice relaxing bath together.

Beelzebub

He’s been a little worried about you. Recently you’ve been acting shy around him and he had no idea why. He came up to your room and knocked on your door. “Mc? Can I please come in?” He heard rustling behind the door and you slowly peeked through. “Oh, hey Beel.” He made his way in and sat down on your bed. “Mc..are you mad at me? You’ve been avoiding me lately and..” he trailed off. He looked down at the floor, awaiting your response. “Beel, I’m not mad. It’s the opposite actually. I’m..i’m in love with you.” He stared at you. He couldn’t believe it. You loved him too? This was great! He stood up and hugged you. He wouldn’t let you go. He nuzzled into your cheek and smiled.

Belphegor

Belphie has been confusing you lately. He always hugs you and insists you two sleep side by side, but you’re both still just friends. You were planning on confronting him before your nap session today. When you got to the attic, he said “Ah Mc, you’re finally here. Welp cmere, let’s get to napping.” you frowned. “Belphie, you’ve been sending me mixed signals. I’ve just been thinking about us and..do you like me back or not?” He stared at you. His mouth curled into a smile and he started laughing. “You humans always have to overthink things don’t you? Of course I like you Mc. Now let’s cuddle.” He pulled you into his arms and nuzzled into your chest. You kissed his head goodnight and drifted off to sleep.

HAHAHAH IVE BEEN WROTONF THIS FOR HOUR HAHAH. hope y’all enjoy this as much as teh kags one.

[wasabidottie]

The man in the yankees cap part 3

Later that night, after the buzz of your day together had settled, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You picked it up, heart skipping a beat when you saw the notification.

Schlatt: So, I’ve been thinkin’… You’re gonna be bored tomorrow

You smirked, already typing back.

You: bored? why? you planning on being somewhere else?

Schlatt: Nah, just sayin After hangin out with me, everything else is gonna be a letdown It’s a known fact

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin forming.

You: bold of you to assume I’m not already bored talking to you

It took a few moments before his next message popped up, and when it did, you could practically hear the tone behind it.

Schlatt: Cute. Real cute But we both know you had fun today Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be textin me

You roll your eyes, his confidence both irritating and endearing.

You: maybe i just feel bad for you

Schlatt: You? Feeling bad for me? Sweetheart, I’m doin just fine In fact, I’m about to make your night a lot more interesting

Your eyebrows shot up, intrigued but cautious. You typed back quickly.

You: oh yea? hows that?

Schlatt: Easy I’m takin’ you out tomorrow. For real this time None of this ‘hanging out’ bullshit An actual date

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart speeding up as you re-read his message. Was he serious? Of course, with Schlatt, you could never tell. Half the time he was sarcastic and the other half… well, maybe this was one of those rare moments where he wasn’t messing around.

You: is this part of the long con? because if it is, ur doing great

Schlatt: Nah, I’m serious I’m asking you out, right here What’s it gonna take? You want me to beg or somethin? Maybe get down on one knee? I can send a picture for proof

You laughed out loud at that, covering your face with your hand. There he was again, walking that fine line between teasing and genuinely trying.

You: a picture, huh? now that would be something but no need for the theatrics i might be free tomorrow

Schlatt: Might be? Don’t make me drag you outta the house. Or worse... I could just show up and knock on your door

You grinned, already picturing his smug face.

You: is that supposed to be a threat? because it sounds kinda stalker-ish.

Schlatt: I call it persistence You’d be impressed by my dedication

You: right, right totally impressed i bet you do this with all the girls

Schlatt: Nah. Just the ones who can handle my bad jokes and still wanna see me the next day

Your heart fluttered a bit at that one. He might be cocky, but damn if he didn’t know how to slip in those lines at just the right moment.

You: fine, i’ll go out with you but you better bring your a-game

Schlatt: Oh sweetheart, you haven’t even seen my B-game yet Tomorrow, 7 Dress nice

You: How original

Schlatt: See ya tomorrow, 7 sharp And don’t be late I’ll know.

You stared at the screen, feeling a mix of excitement and amusement. Even through text, his brash attitude came through so clearly, but there was something beneath it all—a softness he didn’t let show for long.

The next day rolled around faster than expected, and at exactly 6:59, your phone buzzed.

Schlatt: Tick tock, sweetheart

You chuckled, having just pulled into the parking lot. You texted him back quickly.

You: relax. i’m on time you worried i’m gonna stand you up?

Schlatt: Wouldn’t blame ya But I’d track ya down eventually I got resources

You: i’m almost afraid to ask what that means. but I’m ready whats the plan?

There was a pause before he responded.

Schlatt: Not tellin but I promise you’ll have fun and I never break a promise

You grabbed your jacket and headed out the door, your heart doing a little flip. You hadn’t realized how much you were looking forward to this until now.

When you finally met up with him, standing outside a dimly lit restaurant with his signature smug grin, you couldn't help but laugh. "So, where are you taking me?"

“Patience, sweetheart. You’re in for a surprise,” he said, flashing you that cocky grin.

As you both walked inside, the smell of food hit you immediately, and you raised an eyebrow. "So, no wild, elaborate plan, huh?"

“Hey, I’m a man of simple tastes,” he replied, holding the door for you with a small nod. “Besides, I figured I’d keep it easy, so I don’t scare you off on the first date.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. You’re doing that just fine without the fancy stuff.”

“Ah, there it is,” he chuckled. “Already tryin’ to roast me, huh? You’ve got guts.”

“I learned from the best,” you said, your eyes glinting as you gave him a playful nudge.

He laughed again, shaking his head as he led you to a table. "See, this is why I knew we’d get along. You don’t take my shit."

"You say that like it’s a good thing,” you teased.

“It is,” he said, his voice suddenly softer as he looked at you. “I’m serious, though. I don’t usually do this kind of stuff.”

You arched a brow. “What, ask people out?”

“Yeah, not like this. I don’t usually… care as much.” He cleared his throat, quickly slipping back into his familiar tone. “But, uh, don’t let that go to your head.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “Too late.”

Schlatt groaned dramatically, putting a hand over his eyes. “God, you’re impossible.”

“Yet here you are, sitting across from me,” you pointed out, leaning back in your chair. “So who’s the real winner?”

He peeked through his fingers, smirking. “Fine. You got me. But don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you just ‘cause I like your company.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Good,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Because I plan on keeping you on your toes.”

---

The restaurant was cozy, with low lighting and the soft hum of conversations surrounding you. It was a surprisingly intimate setting, one you hadn’t expected from Schlatt. But then again, you were learning that he had layers—layers he didn’t let people see too often.

As you both sat down, you couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t wearing his usual Yankees cap. His brown hair, usually hidden, was tousled but still had that effortless look. It made him seem a little more… approachable, in a way.

Schlatt caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. “What? Somethin’ on my face?”

You quickly shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “No, just… you look different without the hat.”

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, figured I’d class it up a bit for you. Didn’t want you thinkin’ I was some kinda slob.”

You laughed softly. “Right, because the hat is what would’ve done that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a real piece of work, y’know that?”

The conversation between you felt natural, but there was a shift in the air—something more serious lingering beneath the surface. It was in the way he looked at you, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual, and the way his smile softened just a bit more.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair and giving you a once-over that made your heart skip a beat, “I gotta say, you clean up real nice.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, his gaze both flattering and a little unnerving. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Damn right,” he replied with a grin, but then his expression turned a bit more sincere. “Nah, seriously. You… you look good tonight. Real good.”

There was something in the way he said it—raw, almost like he wasn’t used to giving compliments, but felt compelled to anyway. It made your heart race, but in a way that left you wanting more.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep things light. “I should be saying that to you. You’re the one who took the hat off.”

He smirked, shrugging. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. This is a special occasion.”

“Oh, so I’m special now?” you teased, leaning in slightly.

He held your gaze, his smirk fading into something more serious. “Yeah, you are.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before—a crack in his usual tough exterior.

“Well,” you finally said, your voice a little softer, “I’m glad you think so.”

He nodded, his hand drumming lightly on the table as if he were trying to shake off the intensity of the moment. “Yeah, yeah, whatever”

You laughed, but the warmth in your chest didn’t fade. It was strange how quickly you’d grown comfortable with him, how easily you fell into this rhythm. But there was also an excitement, a thrill in not knowing what would happen next.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easily between you. Schlatt kept the jokes coming, but there was a tenderness in his tone that hadn’t been there before. He asked about your interests, your dreams, and even though he tried to hide it, you could tell he was genuinely curious.

At one point, you mentioned a hobby you were passionate about, and he leaned in, listening intently. “That’s pretty cool,” he said, surprising you with his sincerity. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What type did you take me for?”

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “I dunno. But I like that you keep me guessin’. Keeps things interesting.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. “You’re not so bad at keeping things interesting yourself.”

The night was winding down, and as you both left the restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad that it was over. But there was also a sense of anticipation, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

As you walked down the street, the cool night air brushing against your skin, Schlatt turned to you, his expression more serious than it had been all night.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a little gruffer, “I had a good time tonight. Better than I thought I would.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell. “Me too. I’m glad we did this.”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “So, uh… we should do it again sometime.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he wasn’t used to putting himself out there like this. It made you like him even more.

“I’d like that,” you replied softly.

He grinned, relief flashing across his face. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it,” he shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You didn’t deny it. Instead, you just smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of something that neither of you had expected but were both eager to explore.

---

As you both approached your front door, the quiet of the night settled in around you. The soft buzz of the evening had dulled, and now it was just you, Schlatt, and the gentle rhythm of your footsteps. He’d walked beside you, hands stuffed in his pockets, the usual bravado seemingly softened by the evening you’d spent together.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to him with a smile that felt a little heavier than usual. Maybe it was because the night was ending, or maybe it was because you weren’t sure what would happen next.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly. “I had a really good time.”

Schlatt grunted, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes. “Yeah, me too. It was… better than I expected.”

There was a flicker of something behind his words—something hesitant, like he was holding back. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes darting to your lips and then away just as quickly.

He didn’t want to leave. You could feel it, and the funny thing was, you didn’t want him to go either.

“Guess I’ll see you around,” you said, your voice softer now, the words laced with an unspoken question.

Schlatt nodded, his lips parting like he wanted to say something more, but nothing came out. You gave him a final smile before turning to unlock your door. The click of the lock seemed louder than it should have been, the finality of it making your chest tighten.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of disappointment. Something was missing. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was a lingering tension—something unresolved.

Schlatt stood there, watching the door close, his mind racing. He cursed under his breath, hating himself for letting the moment slip by. He should’ve kissed you. He should’ve done something. But instead, he stood there like an idiot, just watching you go.

“Goddammit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. He’d been on dates, kissed girls, but this… this was different. You were different.

The way you looked at him, the way you laughed at his stupid jokes—there was something about you that had him all twisted up inside. He wasn’t used to feeling like this, wasn’t used to giving a damn about what happened next.

But right now, all he could think about was the fact that he hadn’t kissed you, and it was eating him alive.

He stood there for a moment longer, debating with himself. Should he just leave? Chalk it up to nerves and move on? No. No, he couldn’t do that. Not this time.

Before he could stop himself, he turned and banged on your door, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound echoed in the quiet night, and for a second, he wondered if he’d gone too far, if he’d screwed up even more by coming back.

But then the door opened, and there you were, looking at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Schlatt?” you asked, your voice filled with confusion. “What’s going on?”

He stood there, looking a little wild-eyed, but there was determination in his expression now—like he’d made up his mind and wasn’t going to back down.

“There’s somethin’ I need to do,” he said, his voice rough but steady.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in his gaze. “What do you mean?”

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out, hovering just near your arm. “I’m askin’ permission. Before I do it.”

You frowned, trying to piece together what he was talking about. But then, as his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, realization hit you like a freight train.

“Oh,” you breathed, your heart skipping a beat.

He swallowed hard, his voice lower now, almost vulnerable. “Can I kiss you?”

For a second, you couldn’t find the words, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. But then you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

Schlatt didn’t hesitate after that. He closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as his lips met yours in a kiss that was both bold and soft, a contradiction that somehow made perfect sense with him. There was a rawness to it, a need that he hadn’t shown before, but beneath that, there was a softness—an unspoken promise that this wasn’t just a moment. It was something more.

His hands, large and warm, cradled your face with surprising tenderness, his lips pressing against yours in a way that made your heart race. It wasn’t hurried or rushed; it was careful, like he was savoring every second, every breath.

When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead against yours, his breath heavy and uneven. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze locking onto yours.

“That was overdue,” he said, his voice a little raspy.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Yeah, it was.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet night wrapping around you like a blanket. But then Schlatt grinned, that familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes.

“So… you think that was any good?” he asked, his tone light, but there was a hint of real concern behind the joke.

You smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his messy brown hair. “Better than I expected," you said mirroring his words from before.

He chuckled, pulling you close again for another kiss, this time more confident, more sure of himself. And as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, you realized that this was just the beginning of something you hadn’t expected but now couldn’t imagine going without.

And maybe—just maybe—Schlatt was thinking the exact same thing.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: Steve has really intense panic attacks. They hit out of nowhere. The person he goes to when they hit is Wayne Munson who he met the first time he was alone & had a panic attack. Post spring break from hell, Eddie recovered fully, Steve has a really bad one & goes to the Munson trailer where Eddie lets him & watches his uncle calm & sooth Steve.

Steve ran into the trailer, door nearly knocking a frame off the wall as he rushed inside.

Wayne stood up from his chair, already prepared to do whatever Steve needed.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

Wayne could tell he couldn’t. This was more than just being out of breath from running; this was a panic attack. A bad one from the way he could see Steve shaking.

“Alright, son. C’mon.”

Wayne barely got the words out before Steve was falling into his arms, his breath coming in sharp pants, his body too tense.

“You feel my heartbeat?”

Steve didn’t answer.

Wayne saw Eddie come out of his room from the corner of his eye, but didn’t pay much attention.

Steve needed him right now.

“Steve, you gotta find my heartbeat.”

Steve’s hand rested against his chest and he pulled him tighter against him.

“There ya go. You feel it right there? That’s what yours should be. You gotta focus on me. I’m right here. You’re right here with me. We’re in the trailer and Eddie’s right across the room waitin’ for ya. You gotta match my breaths first though.”

Steve was trying, he could tell.

He could feel him slowly finding a balance between the panic and the breathing pattern he needed.

“Almost there. You’re doin’ great, kiddo.”

“Saw it.”

“Saw what, son?”

“Eddie dying.”

“Well, that can’t be right. He’s over there chompin’ at the bit to hold ya. Alive and well. Right, Ed?”

Eddie got a bit closer, nervous to interrupt Wayne’s hard work.

“Yeah. Right here, big boy.”

Steve let out a strangled laugh, and then a sob.

“You ready for him or you need more time?”

“Need him.”

“Alright.”

Wayne pulled away, but cupped Steve’s face in his hands and placed a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re alright. You’re alive and here. Eddie’s alive and here. I’m alive and here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie moved in quickly, not wanting Steve to have a moment without a caring touch.

“Thanks, Wayne.”

“Anytime. You boys need anything I’ll be right there in my chair.”

[avatar-saiki]

Mammon's First

*Inspired by Nightbringer Lesson 3-17*

Mammon/Reader, 5.3k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (put simply, you're the first to go down on the Great Mammon, enjoy~)

After that day…

It was hard to want to get up again.

Mammon sighed, scrolling through random apps on his D.D.D., searching but not really looking for anything in particular. Just wanted to forget… to not think… to not feel like…

Stupid.

He was so stupid.

He tossed the device aside and buried his head under the pillows.

Worthless.

No.

Worse than worthless.

If he hadn’t—

Knock knock.

“Mammon?”

He groaned and pulled the pillow tighter over his head, trying to drown out the sounds of outside. 

Just go away.

He couldn’t… find the energy…

Knock knock.

“Mammon, I know you’re in there.”

“Yeah, and I ain’t comin’ to the door,” he muttered under his breath, “so take a hint.”

The knob jiggled, but you soon found it to be locked.

“Mammon, open up.”

He lifted his head and frowned over his shoulder at the door. Were demons always this pushy or was it just you? Most the other ones he’d met didn’t give a shit, so why were you taking your job as an attendant so seriously?

“All right… fine,” you said, your footsteps finally retreating from the door.

Good.

He relaxed and laid down on his arms again, sulking. He didn’t want someone to be around him while he—

BANG!

Startled, he whirled around just in time to see the door rattle again with another massive kick.

BANG!

“If you’re not going to answer, I’ll just break the door down!”

“Wait, wait hold on!” He yelled back, falling out of bed. Demons were insane! Who the fuck tries to break down a door?! “Gimme a sec!”

He kicked a discarded shirt off to the side on his way to the door and opened it a crack, “What’re you doin’ here? I didn’t ask for a—”

“Finally,” you said, grabbing the door and pushing it even further. “What do you think you’re doing? It’s rude not to answer.”

“I—” he stared at you, perplexed. “It’s rude to bust my door down!”

You laughed and leaned against the door with a hand on your hip. “It got you to answer, didn’t it?”

This demon. This attendant. You were… so confusing.

But…

He sighed and stepped aside to let you in, “You just can’t help stickin’ your nose in other people’s business, can ya?”

“Nope~” You hummed, sauntering in with a wink. “I am your attendant after all, it’s my job.”

“I don’t think that’s what an attendant does,” he muttered, turning his back to you to click the door shut. 

“Well, it’s what this one does,” You teased, and well, you was right. You’d been the first… he didn’t even know what to call you. Friend? Was that stupid? The only demons he’d really interacted with after falling were the king, Diavolo, and Barbatos and none of the other demons really trusted them or had their own grudges. But you…

He glanced over his shoulder at you, considering.

Did you… actually care?

You smiled at him, almost like you could read his mind and he turned away again.

“Okay,” he said quietly, leaving the door unlocked for you. Even if you were just doing it for some job, you were still… “Look, I’m just gonna talk and you might just happen to hear something but it doesn’t mean anything, got it?”

“Sure,” you said, leaning back against his pool table and crossing your legs at the ankle. “Makes sense to me.”

He watched you through the corner of his eye. So… calm and unfazed, like this was no big deal to you at all. 

Maybe you didn’t have to care.

You just had to listen.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you said gently.

“I don’t even know what I wanna say,” he admitted. Or where to start.

“I just want to know what’s on your mind,” you said, and he felt his eyes sting a little.

Why?

“I… I just…” He clenched his fists, unable to look at you again. “What I did for my younger brothers… trying to tame Cerberus… I just…”

Just wanted to help.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the door, feeling the weight grow heavier and wishing he could just sink into the floor.

“Life’s different here. I didn’t even think about what it meant to become a demon, or what the folks here would think. Or…” Or how hard it was for the others. Asmodeus was always so cheerful, but it felt less real now, like he only dabbled in the surface rather than show his genuine side. And the twins…

The twins he felt like a real failure. They both acted fine now, but they… they hadn’t…

What kind of older brother was he?

He didn’t even know what was going on until it was too late.

“I know I said we all chose to follow Lucifer here,” he said, feeling his voice thick in his throat. “I know I said we all had our reasons doing what we did, but…” He swallowed, only to feel his throat getting tighter. “The truth is… I think it was like that for the others, but…”

He couldn’t.

“Are you okay?”

He tensed, your question so soft when he felt so raw.

“Y-Yeah,” he said, stepping back from the door and tilting his head up, keeping his eyes closed. “I just… I didn’t have a special reason. No great purpose. Nothin’ like that.” He smiled at himself, such a pathetic excuse. “I just tagged along without even thinkin’.”

“Well, not everything has to be done for a reason or great purpose,” You said with a shrug, “Plenty of people do things for no reason at all.”

“Yeah…” he chanced a glance at you, “Though, if we’re bein’ honest I would’ve followed him anywhere he went, so long as it meant I got to stay with him. I didn’t even give it a second thought really,” he shrugged, walking over to you. “I knew I was going to go with him, but maybe I should’ve thought about it, y’know?”

You nodded, eyes focused on your shoes. “So you’re saying you have regrets about what happened? About being here?”

He shook his head immediately, “No. Even if I did think about that stuff, I still would’ve gone with Lucifer I know that much.”

You giggled a bit. “What’s the big deal then, if you know your choices would’ve been the same?”

“Well because—” He caught himself, then let out a frustrated sigh and shifted his weight to one leg. “Because… when it comes down to it, I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.” Just like in the Celestial Realm, he’d never been that good at taking the lead or guiding younger angels in anything. It wasn’t even until Lucifer that he got promoted at all.

“He just showed up and saved the day,” he said, feeling low again. “And I… I couldn’t even figure out how to move. I froze up… how lame is that? It’s like I… like I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.”

Your expression softened and you reached out to him, but he stepped back with a laugh.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve always known that. But it’s like… I just got hit with a fresh reminder is all, y’know?”

Celestial Realm or the Devildom, didn’t matter. All he could ever do was screw up or completely miss when his little brothers needed him. He could never be the brother Lucifer was, could never even come close.

“Ughhhh,” he groaned, “Everything sucks.”

“Mm…” You hummed in thought, crossing your arms. “That’s interesting.”

He forced a laugh again. “Interesting? S’that what you have to say about me?” What? Too nice to just agree?

You nodded, “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong for how you feel, but…” you reached behind yourself and pulled out a folded up paper from your pocket. “I just see things differently I guess.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Just a page that came out of today’s paper,” you said, unfolding it and holding it up for him to see. The headline was written in the Devildom’s demonscript, a picture of Cerberus front and center.

“What…” He took it from you. The article read that the beast Cerberus had been tamed by seven demons, listed by name: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. They had been accompanied by an unknown eighth demon who bore witness to the events, giving praise and remarks for all of them and their efforts.

“What… I… I don’t…”

You pushed off the table and stepped forward, tapping on the paper. “I told you I saw things differently, it’s all right there. Sure, maybe Lucifer did swoop in at the last minute but you know what?” Your eyes met his, a fierceness to them that made his heart… feel…

“You did that,” you said, reaching out to poke him in the chest for emphasis. “You were the one that made it happen.”

Tight.

“No I didn’t,” he said, pushing the paper back in your hands and walking away. “I just had a stupid idea, that’s all.”

“No, you didn’t.” You said, leaving the paper on the table to follow him. “Mammon, I don’t think you realize the impact you have.”

He laughed, “‘Cause I don’t have one, I—”

“Stop it.”

The sharpness in your tone caught him off guard and he turned again to see…

You…

Why were your eyes…

Did he upset you somehow?

“Do you really not know how special you are?” you asked, “Or how much you make people care?”

“I-I… well…” he glanced away, “Carin’ about something… isn’t really something I’m good at. Just ‘cause I do, doesn’t mean I—”

“Mammon, look at me,” you said, cupping his cheek and drawing him in. 

“Lucifer wouldn’t have bothered with Cerberus if it hadn’t been for you,” you whispered, “No one would’ve even known Cerberus actually existed if you hadn’t pursued the legend.”

“Maybe… but he wouldn’t have had to save us if I coulda done it myself,” he said with a stubborn, wry smile.

You sighed in disappointment, “You…”

Yeah, he’d heard this part plenty of times before.

“You…”

You held his cheek, tilting your face up.

Only…

You were… a lot closer than…

Than…

“W-W-Wait what’re you doing?!” he asked, stepping away and bumping into the couch, the shock knocking him backward. His arms shot out to catch himself and he looked up at you in disbelief. “D-Don’t do that! You and I almost k-k-kissed!”

You tilted your head again, gazing down at him with a subtle smile. “And would that be so wrong?”

“N-No!” He said, scooting back further as you rested a knee on the armrest.

“Do you not want to be kissed?” you asked, leaning forward with one hand on the back of the couch and the other on a cushion, effectively placing yourself over him.

“N-No, I didn’t say that,” he said, scooting further up. “You just- you just surprised me’s all.”

“Did I?” You sighed and lifted a hand to grace over his hip, “And here I’d thought my admiration was obvious.”

He shivered, your touch light as you traced small circles along his side.

“W… well yeah,” he said, trying to play it off but it tickled. “But I didn’t think ya meant it like tha-hah~” 

You held his hip and rubbed deep with your thumb, the tickles no longer dancing up his side and instead tickling further down.

“I can mean it in more than one way,” you murmured, eyes gliding down his body. “I admire so much of you, in fact.”

The way you were looking at him…

He swallowed.

“Is.. Is this a demon’s seduction?”

Your eyes flicked up to his, glittering with amusement. “Is that your way of calling me charming?”

Heat rushed to his face and he lifted his gaze up to the ceiling, your laughter making it hard to even think of what to say.

“And you’re somehow surprised I’m into you,” you murmured, settling in between his legs and holding his hips, your thumbs gently stroking. “It’s… almost cute.”

“Oi, don’t call me cute,” he huffed, lifting one of his wings to gently flap, cooling himself with a gentle breeze. You were making him too hot… it… made it hard to think…

You giggled and your hands ran up his sides, palms soft and warm against his bare skin. “Is this okay? Touching you, I mean.”

“Yeah? I don’t see why it wouldn’t b—”

“Oh, good,” you purred, letting your hands drift up higher to rest on the armrest at either side of his head, your face filling his vision. “What about being close like this?”

“I—” His breath caught in his throat, the subtle breeze doing nothing to cool now. “Y-You—”

“Your face looks so cute right now,” you murmured, eyes lidding as you leaned in closer. “So…”

So… what…?

He almost wanted to find out, your lips were… so close again…

But you stopped.

And smiled.

“Tell me… do you know what’s on my mind, Mammon?”

“I—” Flustered, his wing flapped once, kicking up enough air to tousle your hair. “I know what kissing is!”

You grinned and placed one of your hands on his chest again, “And do you… know what comes after kissing?”

Your hand was resting just over his heart, its steady rhythm growing erratic.

“Of course I do! I ain’t stupid!”

“Oh~?” You mused, “And here I thought angels were supposed to be pure~”

He scoffed, “Angels fuck, of course they do. Purity ain’t got nothin’ to do with—”

“Oh, good,” you said again, laying your body flush against him. “So you know what I want to do with you?”

“H-Hey-!” he tried to sit up, but moving meant— he could- he could feel your warmth, your belly just resting over his—

“Mm…” You rubbed yourself over him, eyes sultry and coy. “Seems like you do~”

Heat rushed to his head, making it feel light.

“Q-Quit it, you’re makin’ me—”

Mercifully, you lifted your hips to lift yourself off him, only to dip your head down and breathe down his neck.

“Making you what?” you asked, brushing your lips against his skin so light and sweet.

It… tickled.

“W-What’re you tryin’ to do?” he asked, clutching at the couch. He… couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

It had to be a trick. Some ruse. Something to mess with him, or tease him until you were done.

“Mm…” Your hum glided up his neck, a kiss pressed to the corner of his jaw. “What do you want me to do?” 

Fuck.

That one tickled A LOT.

He swallowed.

“D… Don’t tease me.”

But do it again.

“Tease?” you repeated, your warmth leaving him as you sat up. 

No-

Dammit.

“You think I’m teasing?” you asked with a slight pout, your hands resting on his sides.

“I- well… aren’t ya?” 

You said nothing, your expression unreadable. Did he offend you in some way maybe? But your hands were still on him, and you wasn’t moving off him, so—

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”

The way you said it like it wasn’t even a question was just—

“I-I’m not— I wouldn’t say it l-like that, I just—”

Your eyes gleamed with glee when you grinned.

“Sh-Shaddup,” he grumbled, lifting himself up on his elbows and trying to scoot more out from under you, embarrassed. “It ain’t like I dunno what you’re doin’, I just dunno h—”

Your palms ran down his sides to his thighs, expertly avoiding him while lovingly rubbing around him as they came to rest on his inner thighs.

“Mind if I’m your first?” You asked coyly, your thumbs reaching to brush against him and inadvertently stroking his balls.

Or…

Judging by that smirk, it might’ve been intentional.

He swallowed again, afraid to look down to see just how obvious your touches might be affecting him, but you sure as hell seemed to know what you were doing.

“We don’t even know each other that well.”

“Aw~ so you’re a romantic~” you teased, making him feel even more flustered.

“Shut it, I dunno if I am or not I haven’t thought about it!”

“You’re so cute,” you mused and he scowled.

“I ain’t cute. I’m a demon too y’know.”

You smirked, but nodded. “Right, of course. You’re a demon too~ one of the Seven Rulers in fact.”

“Would you quit makin’ fun—”

“Mm… Great Mammon,” you asked, holding your hands on his hips while you leaned in closer, his name so seductive on your tongue. “Would you like to know something more about demons?”

His heart started to pick up again, you were so close… so… warm. 

“Wh-What about ‘em?”

Your eyes glinted of mischief, but you let your hands slide of his sides onto the couch again as you spoke. 

“First, a demon’s charms are only meant to lure and captivate, seduction has more to do with the individual’s charisma rather than some spell.”

“O-Oh…” Not what he expected, but… good to know?

“Second,” you leaned in closer, your lips a breath from his. “Have you heard of succubi and incubi?”

He couldn’t find it in him to speak, only nodding instead and wondering what your lips would feel like.

“Other realms seem to confuse the terms, but…” your bottom lip brushed against his, soft and light. “What they actually mean is rather simple… you see…” you drew back, gazing into his eyes, “A succubus draws out your pleasure while an incubus derives pleasure from you.”

Pleasure.

You’d said it so simply, so nonchalantly, but the word sent shivers down his spine.

He wanted…

Pleasure.

“I’d love to be both for you some day,” you continued, letting the words caress the corner of his jaw. “If you’d have me~”

He wheezed out a low laugh, “But there’s plenty of others that’re stronger or smarter than me…”

“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured, kissing his neck. “I want you.”

He laughed again, “But you know I’m not—”

A sharp pinch caught his breath in his throat and he moaned.

You bit him!

“H-Hey what was that for?”

“I admire you, Mammon. You’re the one I want, and you can’t change my mind,” you said, sitting back again. “But I understand if you don’t want me back, that’s okay.”

He reached up to hold his neck; even if you were being sincere you had to enjoy messing with him with how much you were making his head spin.

Somehow, though, it seemed like you might be aware of that because you sat back again with a small, less sassy smile. “Do you mind if I show you what I mean? Just a little?”

“Why’re you actin’ like I’m gonna say no?” He asked softly, your eyes lighting up again. “I… I mean I ain’t sayin’ yes either, but… but I’m not sayin’ no…”

“So you’re interested?” You murmured, trailing your fingertips across the hem of his pants, tickling him again. “Tempted, even?”

“M… Maybe…” he admitted softly, eyes transfixed by the way your fingers dipped just under only to drift away, like you knew just how much to tease to leave him wanting.

“Maybe…” you repeated quietly, reaching for his buckle. “What if I showed you a glimpse of my admiration? Would you be interested in that?”

He swallowed, lips parted as he watched you undo his belt and unbutton the clasp, his pants loosening a little but still so restricting.

“I’ll stop at any time,” you continued, unzipping his fly. “I’ll leave too, just say the word.”

His heart started racing and he began to fan himself, the compression so freeing once it’d been lifted. Watching you gently tug his pants down his hips, even… lifting them a bit to help you…

“What… what’re you gonna do?” he asked, afraid speaking might make you stop before he found out.

You hummed in thought, walking your fingers up his leg. “Mm~ well, it looks like I may have excited you a little, haven’t I?”

His wing fluttered in response, the heat of you teasing never far away.

“It’d be rude of me to just leave you…” you continued, your hand reaching the top of his thigh again as your palm ghosted over the front of him. Not touching, but hovering.

He groaned under his breath.

“If you’d like… I could… take care of you.”

He breathed out a laugh, “Take care of me? How? You mean like—”

You palmed over his cock, stroking its length through his boxers while he tipped his head back with a groan. Your giggles teased him again, but he hardly cared, your touch was so soft.

“You’ve never been touched by someone else, have you?”

“Shut it,” he muttered, and you hummed again.

“I’m not teasing, honestly~” Your fingers hooked around his waistband and pulled them down, exposing his cock to the air.

“W-Wait—” He sat up again, embarrassed. “It’s not—”

“Look at you,” you whispered, eyes… hungry. “You’re so hard already.”

Flustered, he could only look at the way you looked at him, his cock standing tall under your gaze, pre-cum already weeping from the tip.

He turned away. “Can ya blame me? All that attention… it ain’t like I can h- help i-i-”

Your hand was so warm around him, palm cupped around the base with your fingers gently holding his girth.

“I’m flattered,” you murmured, your other hand slipping into his boxers to cup his balls so soft. “It’s like a compliment, you know? To turn someone on like this~”

“H-H-hh…” He chanced a glance down and fuuuuhhhck…. Seeing you hold him was way hotter than he expected it to be.

“Is this okay?” you asked, giving him a single, gentle stroke while your voice took an oddly innocent lilt. “It doesn’t hurt does it?”

He wheezed out another laugh, “I think you know damn well it doesn’t hurt.”

You grinned. “Yes~ but it’s your first time, I don’t want you too nervous to enjoy yourself.”

“I ain’t nervous! I just—”

You stroked again, stealing a moan from his lips.

“Just what?” you asked, grinning up at him coyly again and waiting for his answer.

“M… More…” he said under his breath, “Could you… do that more?”

Your eyes glittered and you nodded, stroking him gently while your palm fondled his balls with care.

It…

It was…

He relaxed, letting himself lay back in the couch while you touched him. Sure, he’d done it with himself loads of times, but… with your touch it… felt…

“More,” he whispered only to moan as the strokes picked up their pace.

“Ohh fuck do more,” he moaned louder, eyes rolling back as blood rushed to his groin. You’d started so gentle, working him harder until his cock stood strong, pulsing hot in your hand.

So good.

You were so good.

More…

He gripped at the couch and bit his lip.

“M—”

Before he could even finish something wet touched his tip and he gasped out in ecstasy.

“Wha—”

He lifted his head only to see your eyes alight with glee as your tongue circled his head, sending signals shooting through his cock and tingling deep within his gut.

“Wh… what’re you—?”

As if you’d let him finish.

He groaned, a soft and wet warmth surrounding him as you took him into your mouth, your strokes slowing only to send him spiraling as your tongue continued to swirl, savoring him like he was a delicious treat to suckle.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, feeling weak but unable to look away as more of him disappeared beyond those lips.

Your eyes closed and you pressed the flat of your tongue just under the head, humming contentedly in a way that tickled so fucking nice—

“F-Fuhh—” he whined, wing starting to flex out again, hands clinging to the couch.

Too good.

You were too good.

“M-More- please I—”

Warmth answered his request, the tightness of your throat stealing his breath.

“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“Hey, Mammon you feeling okay? Lol you sound like you’re dying and I just—”

The door opened suddenly and he froze just as you popped off his dick so fast he could almost cry.

Levi stalled at the door, staring at the two of them with a look of absolute shock. Then his face started to turn a deep shade of red. “Wh-What’re you two doing?! You were supposed to tell him it’s his turn to feed Cerberus!”

“Oh yeah,” you hummed, still holding him without shame and even giving him another little stroke. “I knew I forgot something.”

“M-Mammon, WTF!”

“He’ll be down in a minute, do you mind closing the door?”

The door slammed so fast, Mammon still had to process what just happened.

“I- Wait- Levi- I-It’s not what it looks like!”

You laughed and gave him a gentle squeeze, smirking up at him. “Poor guy, he should’ve knocked first, huh?”

Flustered, he looked down at you. “An’ what about you? What’re you doing?”

You blinked, then raised a brow. “Same thing I was doing earlier?”

“I- but he just-”

He couldn’t even make sense of it, but your eyes glittered again as you stroked him gently. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, but—”

You smiled and kissed his length, letting go of his sack to guide him to lay down again, lovingly rubbing across his abdomen. 

“Just relax… it’s harder to cum if you’re tense.”

“B…but…”

You gazed at him, keeping eye contact while pressing the flat of your tongue against him and slowly dragging it down the side of his cock from tip to base, then up again nice and slow.

“F… fuuuck…” he whispered, and you smiled.

“Maybe some other time…” you said, kissing along the head with a gentle suckle, “right now’s all about you.”

“Y… you really wanna make me cum?”

You nodded, kissing down his cock once more. “Very much so, yes.”

Damn, he could get used to watching you all day…

The thought sent shivers down his spine.

“Okay…” he laid back again, “Just try n’ be quick, I dunno if he might say somethin’ to the o-ah~others—”

And quick you were, that sinful tongue returning to dance around his head, so soft and wet. It circled around, teasing him as it glided over such sensitive skin, only to taunt him further with the heat of your breath with every pulsing twitch.

That tongue…

He had no idea that a tongue could feel so…

“So… good…” he moaned, tentatively reaching down to touch you. That was okay, right? You had his dick in his mouth, surely it’d be okay if he…

“Mm…” you hummed, taking his hand and rewarding him with another pleased stroke. “Mhm~”

“Y… You…” he murmured, “Could you… a little faster?”

Just a little more, he just needed a little more, that’s all.

That couldn’t be asking too much, right?

You hummed again and placed his hand on your head for… some reason, then took hold of him in both hands once more.

Ah…

To stroke him faster…

Smart.

He gave you a tentative smile, only to realize you had other plans a moment too late.

He should’ve known.

That fierceness in your eyes.

That tightness of your throat as you swallowed him whole.

“O-Oh fuck!” He gasped out, pleasure plunging so deep in his gut only to rise up with his hips as his cock disappeared down your throat.

“S-Sorr-”

Your eyes rolled back in your own ecstasy, moan vibrating around him in such an erotic way he almost did it again.

“Was that…”

He hesitated, your eyes glassy and lustful.

“Did you… like that?”

Your only response was an attempt to swallow around him, your tongue pressed flat against his dick as you lifted your head back and took him down again.

He shivered, clutching at your hair.

“I… don’t wanna hurt ya,” he whispered, earning himself a muffled chuckle.

“But I…”

You closed your eyes and began to bob, working him with both hands while saliva began to pool over your knuckles.

You really were enjoying him like he was some special treat!

“F… fuck—” he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself calm but it felt so fucking good, his hips began to move of their own accord. 

And when you moaned again…

“Fuck,” he whispered, tipping his head back and thrusting up into this… this feeling. This ecstasy. This…

“So… warm…” he moaned, finding the perfect spot to rub himself against your tongue. “Ohh… fuck… it’s so… warm.”

Your bobs slowed, but your hands held him steady, letting him fuck your mouth without worry. Just…  

Pleasure.

“More,” he whispered, bracing himself on the couch as best he could, lifting his  hips up higher to chase ecstasy. “Oh fuck~ yes… more.”

More.

So hot.

So wet.

So warm.

Your muffled moans and spurts only added to his ecstasy, reminding him of the mere fact you were sucking him off.

“M’gonna cum,” he murmured, clutching at your hair, “M’gonna cum so hard…”

Whether it was meant in warning or a silent request, he couldn’t say but when your head dipped lower he knew—

“F-Fuck—” he gasped out, then groaned as he felt pressure give, relief pouring into your mouth in a way that left his head spinning. Even as he came, he couldn’t help rocking his hips, chasing the high until it ebbed away, only then did he settle back against the couch, still holding you nice and close.

Cumming… in something… so warm… was…

“Mm,” you grunted, motioning to sit up and he snatched his hand back.

“Shit- Sorry, I… I  didn’t mean…”

Fuck.

That was probably rude, right?

He should’ve asked if that was okay.

You merely hummed again, lifting yourself slowly until just the head remained enclosed in those luscious lips, swallowing again before sitting back with a pleased grin.

“What’re you sorry for?” You said, “I got exactly what I wanted~”

Flustered, he just stared at you, speechless. You… you just…

“Did you have fun?”

“Y… Yeah…”

“Mm~ good, I did too,” you teased, moving to lean in closer. “And you know what?”

“Wh… what?” he asked dazedly, unable to look away from your lips until you kissed him, his taste still on his tongue.

“I rather enjoy being your succbus~” you purred as you leaned back, that coy smile returning yet again. “But if you’re ever interested, I think I’d enjoy being your incubus too.”

“Wh… what…? Like, right now?”

You laughed and shook your head, standing up to stretch. “Oh no, not now~ I think you’ve been through enough today and we have to feed Cerberus, don’t we?”

Have to feed…

“Oh shit, Levi.”

He stood up and pulled up his pants, fussing with his belt while you giggled again and walked away toward the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

“Wait just a sec, I’ll go with ya.”

“Nah, you take care of Cerberus, I’ll handle the otaku,” you said, turning on your heel. “Oh, and Mammon?”

He finally got his belt back on and gave himself a quick once over, hoping it wasn’t too obvious what had just transpired. “What?” he asked once he was satisfied.

You winked at him, “Thanks for letting me be your first~ you taste delicious.”

His face heated so fast, he could only sputter as you laughed and stepped out into the hall. The door clicked shut behind you and he stood there in his room, stunned.

Then he looked down at himself and cupped a hand over his junk, the other reaching up to touch his lips, your kiss still lingering there.

“Th…thanks,” he mumbled after you, grateful you was already gone and couldn’t hear him. “It… felt good…”

[silvermarley]

Hello there! For your 400+ followers event, may I request an Obey me! Mammon who is so incredibly in love with an MC that doesn't feel pretty? After she/they acknowledge it or he realizes how she/they feel, he's determined to make her/them feel otherwise (This has nothing to do with my own traumas. What are you talking about?).

You can do it NSFW or simply Fluff, and AFAB reader or gn!neutral, that's really up to you.

If you decide to do this one, please feel free to tag me if you want to, so I won't miss it. Also, it's totally fine if you don't want to write it.

I hope you have a great week!

I wholeheartedly see mammon being like that 😭 but anyways, I hope yours is too <3 @treasureofmammon

Warnings: angst to fluff, comfort, mammon in so in love aw

A/N: dear lord I was so unmotivated but I’m back with this

You’ve always held yourself in low self esteem. Even when you got to the Devildom. If there would be anyone who would notice your dismay regarding your looks, it would be your “first” right?

Of course. Your first man, and the one meant to protect you, Mammon. He notices the little things.

It all started when he would notice how you put yourself down in what you hid as a solely joking manner. You two were just lounging around in your room, watching “some show” you put on (so he tries to tell himself, but he’s actually invested in it and refuses to admit it). And the female lead character is shown modeling for a clothing brand. You frown to yourself, wishing you could be as stunning as she is.

“I wish I was her.” You joke, although the meaning of your words was lacking in humor.

Mammon glanced over at you and then back to the screen. “Ya want to model or somethin’?” He asked, the true meaning lost on him.

You shrug, leaving the statement out in the air. His eyes fall back to you. Oh. You weren’t smiling, as someone who just made a playful comment would.

He didn’t quite understand why you would say that in such a way if you weren’t jesting about it. From that moment on, he would listen for alternative messages in your words. Mammon may be a little.. slow at noticing the undertones of what you say. But he picks up on it.

He’s not one to confront someone about their emotional state. But you are a different case. You’re the one he adores, the one that it’s so painfully obvious that he’s in love with to anyone that sees the two of you. You’re his beloved.

The state of your mindset clicks with him when he catches you staring at yourself in the your mirror, which was propped up against the wall. You were fumbling with your clothing to make yourself possibly look better while also moving your hair around to see if that helps, with no luck. Along with that, you were almost obsessively staring at your face, scrutinizing how you look.

Your mind were a mess. A jumble of thoughts reminding you that you don’t feel pretty. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice him. Mammon leans on the doorframe as he watched you do that for a moment, seeing that to his dismay he was right about something being wrong.

“MC?” He calls out, making you jump from where you stood and snapping you out of your thoughts. “You doin’ alright?” He inquired, the question rhetorical because he knew you were acting off.

“Uhm..-yeah!” You try to smile to hide how you felt moments ago. “Why do you ask?”

The demon now stood right next to you, his face oddly serious. “What’s really goin’ on with you?” Before you tried to cover for yourself he spoke again. “Don’t lie.. clearly there’s somethin’ on your mind.”

You looked down. You really couldn’t lie to him when he confronted you like this. The thoughts from before still swirled in your head. Though.. the caring tone of his voice alone made you want to spill. But you didn’t want to cry right now. You couldn’t.

The tears flowed faster than you could stop it. “Am I pretty to you..?” Your voice waivers. You plop down on your bed, shoulders slumped and you can’t even look at him.

His eyes widen a little as he sat next to you. “What..?” He couldn’t believe you just asked that. You, who was the prettiest girl he has laid eyes on. You, who captivated him the day you met by the moment he saw you. You, who makes his heart flutter on the daily when he so much as sees you. And yet here you were asking him if he thought you were pretty.

His question was left unanswered as you sniffled and laid your head on your knees. Fuck, how couldn’t he notice sooner you thought this way?

He places a comforting hand on arm. “MC.. can ya look at me? Please?”

You hesitantly lift your head. The tear filled e/c eyes he could get lost in finally met his gaze once more. He smiled a little before returning to a more calm-serious expression. “You’re more than pretty to me..” he said, his cheeks rosy as he continues, “Y-You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.”

It was like he needed to confess this, given the timing and the overwhelming feelings he has for you even as you cry. He never wants to see you like this. Even at your worst times, he can’t help but fall harder. His heart is pounding and there was so many things he wanted to say. But instead of rambling or trying to play it cool by denying his love for you (as a tsundere does), he takes one of your hands and places it on his chest.

“Feel that? I… I get like this just from being around you. E-Even just seeing you.” The sincerity in his tone made your tears begin to slow down. You sniffled, in awe of his words. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t quite yet.

“Mammon..” is all you managed to murmur. He held your hand on his chest with his above your own for a bit longer, before shifting it to his lap where he softly grasped it. Almost like he didn’t want to let go.

“I think you’re beautiful, ya know?” He cleared his throat, looking away embarrassingly as you stared at him. “So stop puttin’ yourself down like that..”

Your legs fell back down to where you were now in a normal seated position. Mammon’s kind words made you feel some sort of comfort in yourself. While you still didn’t quite think you’re pretty, it helped.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to lean your head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand in gratitude. “Thanks..”

He melts at this, his heart leaping. Now, he knew that this wouldn’t mean you automatically think differently. And that only made him want to try harder to convince you that you’re absolutely stunning. The demon knew he was positively whipped for you, and he was determined to eventually make you see yourself as he sees you. No matter how long it takes.

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 4

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1,332

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), fluff, PDA, fake dating chaos, mention of cramps and throwing up because of the pain, bad sex joke, use of emojis (I have no clue how else to explain the exact reactions other than the emojis), drinking/being drunk (I’ve never been drunk, so forgive me if my portrayal is off), Not Edited

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve literally been locked in my room for two weeks with no motivation. I really hope that y’all like this chapter. I’m also hoping to work on some other stuff coming up soon. 😁

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

Nick and Matt stood at the island as me and Chris walked into the kitchen. I caught Nick’s eye as I set down enough food to feed a small militia. He just stares.

Matt hits him in the shoulder, prompting him to give him a dirty look before speaking. “I’m sorry…” He looked like he wasn’t sure what all he needed to apologize for. “I’m sorry that I punched you” he nodded toward Chris. “I’m sorry that I made you cry, I feel really bad about that.” He averts his eyes, and I think I see a small glint of shame.

I physically can’t stay mad at him, and I make it very obvious when I envelop him into a rib crushing hug. He whispers a small thank you in my ear before I walk back to the other side of the island to unpack the food. As I start unpacking breakfast I feel arms wrap around my waist, and a chin resting on my shoulder.

I freeze up, and Chris mumbles a quick “is this okay?” Into my hair. I look around realizing that Matt and Nick don’t even notice, much too invested in their food to care. I nod my head, trying to will the rosy shade to leave my face.

I’m failing miserably.

after breakfast me and Chris went upstairs to watch a movie in his room. Matt was quick to respond in the worst way possible.

“Sock that wang before you bang… and please be quiet, I don’t want to hear my brother doin it”

Y/N: 😨

Chris: 😮

Nick: 😟

Matt: 😁

needless to say, me and Chris practically teleported upstairs and away from that mortifying experience. We enter his room in a fit of laughter, practically collapsing onto the bed.

After a second I noticed that Chris had stopped laughing… his laughter is addictive, and I already missed it. I turned to see him staring at me with a look in his blue eyes that I couldn’t quite grasp. He looked happy and sad and something else all at once.

“What?” I giggled as I said it, still thinking about what Matt said only a few minutes earlier.

“are you doing okay?” This question again… I never know what to say when people ask me that. Right now I’m doing great… but in 30 minutes, or a week, or even a month I might break down again.

that’s never the answer that people want. They want something simple, yes or no. He stares at me patiently waiting for my response, it makes me feel bad for not having one.

“I’m okay right now…” he gives me a quick nod before speaking again.

“Okay, will you tell me when you aren’t doing good?” Why is he offering this, he doesn’t want to deal with me. “You need a safe space, and you clearly aren’t going to tell Nick. Let me be your safe space.”

“okay”

With that we got comfy on his bed and found a movie.

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things carried on like this for months.

doing good.

going down.

running to Chris.

repeat.

he was always so sweet and caring. He would hold me while I cried Myself to sleep, he would walk me home early from an event if I wanted to leave, he would hold my hair back and get me a heating pad when my cramps got bad… no matter what, he was there. He had also started being more touchy in public, leaning into the fake relationship for those around us. It made me feel things that I tried to avoid for years.

I think I hate him… how DARE he make me fall in love with him, knowing that none of this is real. How dare he kiss me at parties, and hold me during movie nights, and make me feel safe when none of it is real for him.

“you okay baby?” He snaps me out of my thoughts with the use of his new favorite nickname for me. I melt when he calls me his baby, unfortunately a small part of me also dies inside every time I hear it.

“yeah, just a little tired.” We’ve been at this party for like three hours, and I haven’t even touched my drink. When Chris is tipsy he get more brave with his PDA, I don’t want to risk forgetting a single moment where he is touching me.

“do you want to walk home?” He doesn’t want to leave, he shouldn’t have to leave because I’m sad that he doesn’t love me.

“no. we should stay, you’re having fun. I’m actually going to go get a drink, maybe it will make me feel better.” He looks at me for a second before letting go of my hip, allowing me to grab a drink.

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How did I get here?

It’s like one second I was listening to Chris tell a story, and now I’m dancing to some annoying pop song. I need to find Chris, I definitely had a few too many drinks.

I stumbled around for a minute, everything is spinning and making me want to throw up. I don’t know if I can walk all the way home, but I don’t want to make all of them leave early. I grab my phone in an attempt to call Chris, but by the time he picks up I’ve forgotten what I was doing.

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Chris’s POV

I look down at my phone to see that Y/N is calling me, and it makes me a little worried. I pick the phone up to my ear, trying to head over the sounds of music and talking. I don’t hear her, only making me more worried.

She almost never drinks, because she has a very low tolerance. Last time I saw her, she was already three drinks in and proclaiming her love for the song that was on.

That was an hour ago.

I quickly scour the crowd in an attempt to find her face. And when I do my heart drops.

There she is in her skin tight jeans and corset top, looking lost with tears in her eyes. I rush to her side, immediately pulling the drink from her hand. She looks like she’s about to start crying.

“hey baby, can you look at me please?” When I say that she starts crying and she doesn’t seem like she’s stopping any time soon. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to find somewhere quiet so that you can sit down for a minute?” She nods her head aggressively before stumbling towards the bedroom of whoever is hosting.

The Golden Trio

From: Chris

can y’all meet me in the master bedroom, Y/N is really drunk and needs to go home.

From: Nicky Bo Bicky

for sure, I’ll bring some water for her.

I turned to Y/N, she looked out of it. Then all of a sudden life came back to her eyes in the worst way possible. She almost fell down in her attempt to get to the bathroom.

“it’s okay baby” I whispered sweet nothings to her as I held her hair and rubbed her back. Nick and Matt showed up shortly after she finished dry heaving, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her drink anything as fast as she drank that water.

If I thought it was a hassle trying to get her in the car, I had no clue how hard it would be to get her up a flight of stairs. She giggled as I picked her up bridal style… it made me so happy to hear her laughing.

once she got into more comfortable clothes, she fell asleep in no time.

as she held onto me and nuzzled into my side, my heart shattered. All I want is for her to be happy, but I know that I can’t fix everything. I kiss her on the forehead before rolling over and going to sleep.

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