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oliviablancmom · 8 days

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"Pedriiii - Part II"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x singlemom!Oc

Theme: fluff, angst

N/A: And here is part two, I hope it lives up to your expectations. I would like to thank each like, comment, reblog, and ask about this imagine. I'm happy that you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I love seeing your reactions. Again, this chapter turned out huge, but I needed every part to make sense. I hope you enjoy it and fall a little more in love with these three.

Warnings: Men being inconvenient in this chapter, people making a child cry.

Pedri was in a mood; he was training alone in the academy because Gavi did him a favor by opening up to the entire team about his meeting with the woman from the nightclub, who turns out to work for Barça. And now all of the guys were messing with him, especially after Gavi spilled about the ring that was shining on her finger. Seriously, Gavi needs to return playing ASAP because Pedri can't deal anymore with the boy gossip phase.

"Are you sad today?" The little boy asked the player, taking his attention from the movie he was watching on his iPad. "I can bring M&Ms for us; Mom put some packages in her purse, I think she's sad too," he says pouting.

"I'm fine, buddy, just focused. But why is your mother sad? Did something happen?" Pedri asked curiously. In one of the many conversations he had with the little boy, he discovered that the little boy's mother worked for the team, but Pedri hadn't had the opportunity to meet her yet.

"I don't know; Father is supposed to take me this week. Then he screams at her and then at me, and they fight." Pedri swallows the knot in his throat as he sees the little boy's eyes watering; something hurts inside him for seeing the little boy like that.

"You know, those M&M's we were craving for, we finally get to have them," he says in an attempt to cheer up the little boy.

"No way, for real??" He jumped excitedly, and Pedri smiled at him.

"I swear. I'm going with Gavi after the training to get them." Pedri fixed the cap on Axel's head.

"You guys aren't going to eat them without me, right?" He pointed the finger at Pedri, trying to make an angry face.

"What, of course not? I'll bring them for you tomorrow, and also, I wouldn't eat them with Gavi; I'm angry at him," Pedri says as he starts to get his things ready to leave the academy.

"Why?" Axel asks curiously.

"Because he has a big mouth," the boy gasped, looking at Pedri.

"So he would eat everything," Axel says, worried, and Pedri laughs at his reaction.

"Yeah, something like that, buddy."

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"Axel, I swear, it's been days since the last time I gave you candy; you shouldn't be this energetic," Isa asked as she watched her child jump from one chair to another. The boy stops, with a little smile on his face, and then back to his jumping games. Isa looks suspiciously at her child.

"Axel..." She calls, getting close to the boy. "You didn't eat any candy, right?" She holds the boy, stopping him from jumping anymore. He looks at her, his head tilts to the side, and a mischievous smile emerges on his little face, the dimples in his cheeks showing up. "Axel Harver," she says unbelievably as she starts to tickle him, his laughs getting louder and louder.

"Mom, stop. Please stoooop, Moooommy." She lets him go, letting him catch his breath.

"Little boy, little boy. I already told your grandfather not to give you too many candies." She kisses his head.

"It was for my friend; I couldn't let him eat alone," the boy said simply, and she smiled at him. Sometimes she couldn't believe how smart he was for his young age.

"No, you couldn't," she smiles, looking at the time on her watch; it was time to go home.

"Get your things; it's time for us to go home." The little boy ran to get his bag.

"Can we stop by Pops?" He asked excitedly.

"Of course, it's been two days since the last time you saw him; you guys are probably getting sick already," she says ironically at the boy, who had his grandfather on his little finger.

"He says that I could start Barça school after my birthday, so I'll be a La Masia boy, mom." The boy says excitedly as they walk towards the parking lot. He and his grandfather had been planning that moment for over a year; the excitement of both was evident. Honestly, Isa was still insecure about the idea of him wanting to be a player; she was too jealous for that, and modestly aside, her son was adorable, he would definitely get some attention. "You think I could play with my friend?" She looks down at her son.

"Well, probably, he's going to Barça school too?" She asked, as she had heard more than once about this friend of his.

"No, in the first team," he says simply. She looks confused at him.

"Well, I think it would take time for you both to be there; maybe you even change your mind about being a player." Her boy made a disgusted face.

"Axel, you are having so much attitude lately."

"But he's already there," he ignores what she is saying. She stops, looking at him.

"Wait, in the first team? Your friend?" The boy nodded happily. "The friend you spend the day with?" He nodded again, as his little eyes focused on something behind her.

"Are you befriending the players?" She asks, but she doesn't get his attention, as he seems to focus on the thing behind her before she can turn to see what he's looking at. He snaps out of his trance.

"Pedriiii!" he screams, and he runs away from her. She was pretty sure that her eyes were going to pop out as she heard the name. She then turned to see where her boy was going, catching a glimpse of him jumping excitedly into the player's arms.

"You've got to be kidding me," she says to herself.

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"That friend of Aurora's is really into you," Gavi says to Pedri, who rolls his eyes. "You should give her a chance."

"I'm not interested; she's not my type." Gavi smiled wide at his friend, ready to comment, but was cut off by the boy who jumped at Pedri.

"Hi Pedri, hi Gavi." The little boy high-fived the two players.

"Hey little guy, no Gavi shirts today?" Gavi asked, getting an eye roll from Pedri.

"No. My mother said I should wear other clothes from time to time," he says with a sad smile, receiving a laugh from both players. "Are you going to get my candy?"

"Yes, I will. Are you here alone?" Pedri asked worriedly. He was used to meeting the boy alone inside the training center or the stadium, but the thought of the little boy running alone by the parking lot gave him shivers.

"Nooo, with mommy, Silly," he says, laughing as if Pedri had told him the funniest joke. Before Pedri could look around to search for the child's mother, his senses were clouded by the familiar scent of perfume that had been stuck in his mind for the past few days.

"Axel, what have I told you about running away from me like that? You can't let go of my hand on the street," the woman said in a sweet yet reprimanding voice.

"I know, Mom, but I had to talk to my friend," the little boy says in an even sweeter voice as he hugs the woman's legs. Pedri was absorbed in their interaction, while the woman's eyes stared at him. He simply couldn't believe it.

"Hi, Isa. Cute kid you have; now I can see the similarities," Gavi was the one to break the silence.

"Thanks, Pablo; he is the cutest." Pedri saw her eyes shine proudly as she looked at the boy, and honestly, Pedri felt dizzy.

"Hey, Pedri. I need to take my mother home and take her to a place," Gavi calls for Pedri.

"Ok, Let's Go! Bye Axel," Pedri wave a quick good bye to the little one, ignoring his mother.

"NO! You can't come, it's personal," Gavi says almost desperately, getting an intrigued look from Pedri.

"Gavira, I spent months taking you to every place; you owe me," Pedri says feeling annoyed as he watches his teammate head to his car.

"Sorry, brother. Ask one of the boys."

"We can take you!" The little voice says behind him. "Right mom, right? We can take him, pleeeease, we can take him, riiiiight?" He says as he jumps, pushing his mother's blazer, whose face was getting red.

"I don't know, we are going to Pops, and he probably doesn't want it."

"Of course he wants," Gavi says almost screaming.

"Aren't you leaving?" The three ask at the same time to the youngest, who looks amused as he gets in his car, leaving the parking lot.

"So you're coming with us, right? Right, mommy?" The woman only nodded, taking the kid in her arms and heading to her car. Pedri follows right beside them; he watches as she puts the little boy in the car seat.

"Axel, stop moving," she murmurs at the chatty boy. Once she finishes fixing it, she takes a step back, expecting to close the door, but ends up bumping into Pedri, who was holding the door. With a push, he closes the door, trapping Isa between him and the car. He takes a breath watching her beautiful face, but then he remembers something that was bugging his mind.

"Is your husband coming with us?" He says in a hushed tone just for her to hear. She opens her mouth to reply but nothing comes out; she brushes past Pedri and gets into the car. Pedri runs his hands through his face; he would kill Gavira.

"Aren't you getting in? We are late," she says annoyingly after rolling down the car window. Pedri grumbles and heads for the passenger door.

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There was so much tension inside the car, of course imperceptible to the little one who chatted incessantly in the back seat, telling things to his mother, asking questions to Pedri, and singing along to the songs playing on the radio. Despite the many conversations he had with the little one, Pedri hadn't realized how talkative he was; perhaps the presence of the other players made him feel shy. Pedri returned to his conversations with the boy, noticing the mannerisms he had and now could see how much he resembled his mother: the sweet way of speaking, the sweet and welcomed smile, the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. Pedri was feeling something strange; the presence of the woman clouded his feelings.

"Pedriiiii," Axel's voice snapped his attention back. Pedri turned in his seat to face the younger one.

"Yes, buddy?"

"Mommy is talking to you." The child pointed to the woman driving. Pedri redirected his focus to her, who glanced at him briefly before returning her attention to the road.

"You didn't tell us your address," she said calmly, the velvety tone of her voice sending shivers down Pedri's spine.

"Um, actually, you can drop me off at this store downtown," he showed her the address. "My brother will pick me up there."

"We can drop you home."

"No, I don't want to cause you any trouble," he couldn't help the sharpness in his tone, and he saw the woman wince and just murmur a little and almost inaudible 'ok'.

After a few minutes, they arrived at the candy store.

"Wait here for a minute," he told the woman, hurrying out of the car as quickly as he could to retrieve his order from the store.

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"Oh my God, he's really going to get them," Isa looked at the back seat, seeing her son looking outside where the player walked towards a store, a fascinated look on his face.

"What, Axel?" She asked curiously, not used to Axel admiring someone else like that; normally, he was a shy child around strangers.

"Our candies," he said excitedly. "The ones we wanted but couldn't find, with different flavors."

"Did you ask him?" She turned to look at him, trying not to sound like she was reprimanding him.

"No, he wanted them too. And since I'm his friend, he's going to share them with me, because he likes me, Mom, he really likes me." Isa felt her throat tighten, and her eyes filled with tears. Words could hurt, especially when said to a child. She didn't know what to say to him, but the little boy's excitement comforted her heart.

"Here, buddy, we finally got them," the player gets into the car, snapping Isa out of her thoughts; she silently watches their interaction and how happy her son is. "Are you taking them to practice tomorrow?" Pedri asked as he stroked the child's cheek.

"YEEEEES!" Axel shouted excitedly.

"Alright, see you tomorrow then!" He said smiling at the little boy and then turned to the woman beside him. "Thanks for the ride."

"Thank you for this," she said honestly. "You have no idea what this means." The player furrowed his brows in confusion and then exited the car.

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The feeling of returning to training with the rest of the team was a great relief, especially when there was the possibility of returning to play soon. Pedri felt ready; the medical department had already cleared him to drive, but they still wanted to postpone his return to the fields. And as eager as he was, he wanted to follow the guidance of the professionals. But still, knowing that he could return to playing soon gave him extra motivation in his recovery.

Pedri was eager to share the news with his little friend, who longed for his return even more than he did himself, but it had been almost a week since the last time he saw the boy. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he missed the boy running to meet him after training. He thought about asking about him to the boy's mother, but every time he saw her, the ring gleamed on her finger. Pedri didn't want to make a big deal out of it; after all, it was a one-night stand, but he couldn't deny that he was affected. The remnants of that night were vivid in his mind, and knowing that the woman was committed spoiled the images for him.

"You know, for someone who wants to seem indifferent, you're terrible at hiding it," Gavi whispers beside him as they watch the woman approaching with the film crew.

"Hello, boys," she says with a sweet smile.

"Hello, Isa," Gavi greets excitedly and nudges his friend to do the same, but Pedri just nods slightly, which seems to frustrate the woman. She kept her gaze on the player's face, reading every detail as if searching for an opening to say something.

"Here are your lines," she says after a few minutes of silence, handing over the cue cards with the ready-made phrases they needed to record for the Barça One promotion. "It'll be quick," she says, moving behind the man handling the camera, and soon the rest of the crew went to prepare the players.

Gavi was the first to record, while Pedri amused himself watching. Gavi hated these kinds of activities, so something that could normally be quick ended up taking longer because of him. Pedri's attention is stolen when his eyes fall on the woman, who is watching the recordings while making some notes in a notebook and speaking to the cameraman. As if sensing Pedri's eyes, she turns to face him and then walks slowly towards him, stopping by his side.

"You said you didn't know who I was that night," the player says quietly so only the woman can hear him. She looked back at him, her confidence in facing him as if challenging him bringing back memories.

"Are you talking to me now?" She asks in an ironic tone. "And I never said I didn't know who you were, I just said I didn't care," she says convincingly, and there it was, the sharp tongue and tone from that night, the player thought.

"That's not how it seemed, just like the part about being married," Pedri smiles proudly having retorted in the same tone, but the woman's furious look makes the smile disappear.

"It's not like that, and if you didn't keep avoiding me every time I show up, you'd know," she turns her attention back to Gavi's recording.

"You just had to say 'Hey, I have a husband,' it's not that hard," he says as he moves away from her."

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Isa didn't want to go out that night, in weeks like that she gets in a terrible mood, there were right and wrong days, and that was a wrong one. But her work friends were eager for a night out , and they kept saying how good it would be for her since she was an ocean of anxiety. So there she was, sitting in the bar watching her friends dancing excitedly, she didn't want to go dance, not yet at least, she still wasn't feeling at her best to enjoy the night like that.

"Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?" A man comes to her side, she looks at him uninterested.

"No, thanks," she says simply, backing at watching her friends.

"C'mon, it's just a drink." He holds her arm getting close to her face.

"I don't want it." she says firmly.

"Oh, don't play hard to get," he touched her hair. "you are too pretty to be here alone." He insisted with a flirtatious smile.

"She's not here alone." The familiar voice cut before she could answer the man. "Take your hands out of my girlfriend" he says in a warning tone, making the woman gasp, Isa looks around to see if there are eyes on them, but for their luck, no one is paying attention.

"You? Her boyfriend? No way." The man laughs looking at Isa. "Aren't him like one of the Barça kids?" Isa saw Pedri's face turning red, and before he could answer she took him by the waist, getting him away from the inconvenient man.

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The moment he saw the woman enter the bar, he just knew that he shouldn't have accepted Ferran's invitation to the nightclub. Because from that moment, his attention were on her, just like the first night. He tried his best to try to look uninterested, he even tried to speak and dance with a girl who was in their VIP area. But his eyes kept stealing glances at the woman, and the moment he saw a man on her side, he made his choice, going right into her.

He didn't have the time to answer the man who called him a kid, he had an answer for that, a good one that Isa herself could confirm, but her hand putting him away was distracting, the power she had over him was driving him crazy.

"Barça would end us, especially me, if I let the image of one of their golden boys get messed up because of some nightclub confusion" Pedri looked at the woman's face, her big brown eyes were soft and just like always, were mapping all his face.

The people around them didn't seem to notice who he was especially how they weren't dancing to the rhythm of the music playing. Pedri's hand was over her waist going up and down, she passed her manicured hand by her hair and the action made the smell of her perfume travel to his nose, automatically he bent down to her neck, smelling her inebriated perfume, like someone addicted. The woman was blinding his senses. He thought that the remaining images of their night, which kept playing as a movie in his mind were just the carnal feeling of a good night, but now he was afraid that it was something more, since the fact that only the idea of watching her gets all his attention, and we're everything about her, literally everything.

"Let's get out of here" she murmurs in his ears.

He didn't answer, he only took her by the hand to get out of the club.

That's how they ended up in the hotel room again, they didn't talk, the actions of the desire were speaking for them, Pedri was tasting every piece of her, like a starving man, like it was the last thing he would do. And deep down he thought that maybe it was the last thing, cause a noise kept ringing in his mind, remember him about the ring on her finger. And that makes him snapped at realization, he took the woman's hand who was holding his hair as if she depended on it, and there was no signal of the commitment. He kisses her hand then her mouth, and then all over her breast. She kept murmuring and saying things he couldn't understand, her face was all messed up because of her red lipstick, and he was sure he had the vestiges in his face too.

"You remember what you said to me that night?" He asked her, her eyes looking at him with such intensity that he felt at his chest. She smiles, her cheeks getting more red.

"That you should stop flirting with me 'cause i was hard to forget." She said with a lazy smile as she kissed his face.

"Well you were right"

"I am always right, I said that too, when you call me an arrogant, knowing-all b*tch."

As Pedri was to answer, the woman's phone rang, she picked it up from the bedside table, and the name "Henry" showed on screen, making Pedri rudely distance himself from her. She rolls her eyes as she answers the call, and soon her face turns pale, Pedri watches her with worry.

"What happened? Baby..." She gets up from the bad, "Do not cry, please, don't cry. Mommy it's going to pick you up, my Axel." Her choked voice and the mention of the name make Pedri stand up and approach the woman, who was trembling nervously.

"Let me talk to someone," she says, Pedri stops in front of her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM? HE IS JUST A CHILD!" she screamed sterically, her voice full of pain, making Pedri holding her arms, and try to calm her down. "That always happens, every time, he's just a baby, and every time you guys do this to him." She goes silent for a moment, Pedri felt his heart beating so hard that he could hear the thuds echoing in his ears. "I'll go get him" she says firmly, " I don't care how late it is. I'm not leaving my son like this." She ends the call and then throws the phone on the bed, her hands covering her face as she collapses and cries uncontrollably. Pedri embraces her, his chest full of concern for the woman and the little boy.

"Isa, what happened? Is Axel hurt?" he asks.

"I need to go," she says, stepping away from the player.

"I'm coming with you" She pushed Pedri away.

"No, you're not, you don't need to." She says coldly.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere alone, not in this state," he says firmly as he gathers their things around the room. Isa looks at him with apprehension and suspicion. Pedri couldn't understand her action. He holds the door, waiting for her to leave the room, and then she huffs in frustration and follows him outside.

Once in the car, Pedri gives her his hoodie that was in the backseat of his car, as thanks to him, the woman's dress was ruined. He drives to the address she had given him, the journey in complete silence except for the sound of the woman typing incessantly on her phone. As they arrive at the destination, Isa takes a deep breath and then looks at the player.

"Pedri, please, promise me, no matter what you see or hear, you don't leave the car, understood? Or you'll make things difficult for me." The desperation in the woman's voice made Pedri's stomach sick; not knowing what was happening was making him desperate. "You'll make things difficult for Axel," she says before he could say anything. And, reluctantly, Pedri agrees with the woman, as he would never do anything to harm the child.

He watches as the woman gets out of the car and rushes into the yard of a house, calling out for Axel. A blond woman emerges from the house and points a finger at Isa. They engage in a heated discussion, but he cannot hear their words. Then he sees Isa push the woman and hastily enter the house. Everything falls silent for a few minutes, and his heart races so fast that he wonders how he hasn't had a heart attack yet. After a few minutes, he sees Isa emerging from the house, holding Axel in her arms. She walks briskly towards the car, with the blond woman following her, screaming insults. Isa quickly jumps into the car with Axel, and the back door closes behind them.

"You can go now," she says, and Pedri turns around to look at her. Her face is red from crying. Pedri starts the car and drives away, not knowing exactly where to go, but deciding to wait before asking as Isa is talking to Axel. "It's okay, love. You're okay now." She says in a calm voice, trying to calm down the little boy.

"I don't want to come back, I don't want to stay with them, they're all mean to me," he cried so hard that Pedri stopped the car, deeply concerned for the kid, as he had never seen him cry like that before.

"You don't have to, Mommy promises you won't go back there, at least if it's something you want." Pedri turns to look at them, observing the woman wiping the tears from the little one's face and giving him a tight hug. Their eyes meet, and Pedri sees so much pain in hers.

"What's going on? This is tearing me apart," he says as he gestures towards them.

"Pedriiii?" Axel spun so quickly to look at the player that Pedri feared he had snapped his neck. He leaped from Isa's arms to the front seat and hugged Pedri tightly. Pedri simply held him back, while Isa looked on in complete awe at her son's rapid change of mood.

"I'll finally be able to eat my candies," the little boy says with a sweet excited voice.

"Axel!!" Isa says laughing at the boy's innocence.

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N/A: SOOOOOO, what did you guys think? Writing the last part, breaks my heart, because I know their situation, me being mean for not telling you guys 😏

So, the next chapter will be the penultimate one, and then there will be the final one, and then the bonus. As mentioned in the previous chapter. Of course, it all depends on how much the characters are talking to me as well...

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri #barca #fc barcelona #gavi imagine #pablo gavi

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liaarxse · 11 months

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Get off damn it!

Headcanons

TR characters cuddling with you after a fight

Characters: The Kawata twins (separately), Matsuno Chifuyu, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: This freeky AI bot is giving me way too many ideas.

Souya Kawata

Let's get straight to the point, you know it, he knows it, y'all cuddling after a fight ASAP

Not even a fight, even if it was just a meeting

Y'all cuddling ok? Ok.

He's usually pretty riled up after a fight and has more energy

Tells you all the drama bitch

Literally get out your notepad now

Maybe he let a tear fall here and there, but that's about it

But oh

Ohhh

OHOHOHOHOOOO

God forbid he straight up cries like in that one manga chapter (I can't remember which one it was)

Pray

Even if you don't pray, pray

Even if you are a Satanist, pray

Even if you're a God or a Devil, pray

You and Nahoya both know the shit that's about to go lose

Just stay put and wait for him

He comes to your place as if in a matter of seconds, changing and throwing himself onto you, breaking down

Well, shit.

He's cursing them out, saying how he beat their ass and would do it again, while crying

How?

Idk

Don't ask me they ain't real

But show this boy some love. He deserves it. Caress his scalp, play with his hair, place tender kisses on his face, and just hold him for a bit longer

He'll return the favor as soon as possible.

Nahoya Kawata

Ah, fuck, not again

He gets into a fight every single day

And always comes to your place so you can fix him up

"Hey baby."

"Nahoya your face is literally deformed what the fuck."

Just fix him

Not because he deserves it but because he's annoying as shit and won't leave you alone

Once, he broke your window and crawed into your room at 4 in the morning to tend his wounds

He paid for your therapy sessions dw

Since he's 24/7 injured, he always smells like blood

Like, ew?

Once he came by after a nasty fight all injured and blooded up

You gagged

LMAOOOOO

"Fuck you."

"Sure."

🤡

He always throws his bloody ass on your new sheets, and you go BERSERK

You once hit him in the head cough Deja Vu cough with a broom because he ruined your sheets

He smirked at that comment

You kicked him outside

He crawled back in and trapped you in a hug

That lasted all night

"Nahoya let go I need to pee."

"Bitch hold it in."

He loves you, i swear

Matsuno Chifuyu

Blooded your sheets on accident

Don't be mad please

Here, pet Peke J

You mad?

You don't get to pet Peke J

Loser\j

In all honesty, he's reckless.

Every. Fucking. Time. He comes by the next day you're restocking on aid supplies.

Stg he better start paying up

Once called you in the middle of a fight with his nose bleeding and a few bruises on his face

"I'm coming over later, babe!"

"MATSUNO HOLY SHI—"

He hung up

Your ass went CRAZY before he came knocking on your door

He was injured

A lot

Really

Is he half dead?

Will he make it through the night?

Will—

Hey he brought Peke J!

Everything Is fine

He cleaned up before cuddling with you but still managed to dirty your sheets

"You're lucky my son is here."

"That's my son, pussy."

Y'all love Peke J more than your relationship/j

He changed your sheets and went back to cuddling you

If needed he'll buy new ones

Baby boy, baby 🫶

Manjiro Sano

Bfr, you woke up, and your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, beaten up

You screamed

He screamed

You threw a book at him

He got a concussion

Great, more blood

"Damn it Manjiro I just bought these sheets!"

"Are you insane?"

Maybe lol

After leaving the room you still felt the smell of blood.

Looking down you saw your favourite pj smeared with droplets of blood from none other than MIKEY

He had cuddled you while you slept personally in blooded clothes

You chased him with a pan

Seven AM the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all cleEeeeeEN

Imagine Mikey as Rapunzel though

Them dark impulses gon kick in hard up inside that tower

Give him love too, please, #helptakemichiwiththesemessedupbastards

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miyseung · 18 days

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𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

summary: they would do anything you asked them to – be it moving mountains or draining rivers. they’d do it, no matter how stupid it was. however, your simple request is there to put that love to test.

OR you ask the boys if they could peel your orange for you

the orange peel test is simply something created on tiktok to see whether your partner does something as trivial as peeling an orange for you.

includes: oranges, riki and sunoo bully you out of love (riki’s is worse), slight physical violence in sunoo’s (all in good fun ofc), jungwon is an idol in his prompt, all others are unlabeled, lmk if i missed anything!

genre: fluff

pairing: bf! enha x fem! reader

word count: 1.1k a/n: this is my first writing out of hiatus pls be nice 🙏 this is written in a more unserious way/bullet points soo yeah (do y’all like the title)

taglist: @kflixnet

lee heeseung

⊹ when you put an orange in one of his hands, it’s safe to say he’s baffled

⊹ cuz last time he checked your hands were fine

⊹ with his free hand he grabs yours one by one to check if there’s any wounds, turning them over carefully, a small concentrated frown on his face

⊹ when he finds none, he looks at you, bambi eyes filled with confusion

⊹ “i’m lazy do me a favor and peel it for me please”

⊹ his frown instantly becomes a pout, but he peels it nevertheless

⊹ “you can just do it yourself or ask someone else!”

⊹ “well you’re my fav person ever so…”

⊹ THAT gets him

⊹ now he’s a giggly heeseung peeling an orange!

park jongseong

⊹ you don’t even have to ask him tbh

⊹ whenever he’s cooking in your kitchen, he usually takes out fruit and puts it on a plate instead of making dessert sometimes, oranges included

⊹ this guy peels them so carefully and puts them in a heart on a plate for you (i need a jay asap)

⊹ but you asked him anyway bc you had peeled skin on your thumb and didn’t want to go through hell

⊹ he does it without question, tossing the peel in the dustbin before separating the orange slices and handing them to you

⊹ “thanks jjong”

⊹ “don’t mention it, it’s just an orange”

⊹ then he presses a small kiss on your forehead

⊹ holy moly how is he so PERFECT

shim jaehyun

⊹ he’s kinda like jay imo

⊹ if there’s any food on the table, fruit or takeout for example, he’ll set it up on a plate with a fork/spoon if necessary so that when you come back you can just sit down and eat

⊹ such a sweet bby :(

⊹ so one day you put an orange on the table before going to attend to a phone call - you were gonna eat it after

⊹ you return only to see the peel on the side, the orange slices in a bowl and jake washing his hands

⊹ when he comes out of the bathroom you grab his collar and press a big fat smooch on his lips

⊹ boy is FLUSTERED

⊹ “what was that for?”

⊹ “because i love you my private orange peeler”

⊹ he laughs lightly, before taking an orange slice and feeding it to you because he can

park sunghoon

⊹ he’s asking a few questions for sure #detektiv

⊹ when you tell him that you just don’t want sticky juice on your hands, he nods

⊹ his pretty fingers are in the middle of peeling it off, and then SHSSSHHSS juice is on his shirt

⊹ he freezes for a good minute, looking at you with eyes that are BEGGING you to not laugh

⊹ you very obviously did not read the room and end up on the floor gasping for air

⊹ he’s puffing his now turning pink cheeks in annoyance

⊹ when you finally get up, he did end up finishing the task at hand despite the setback

⊹ so you give him a kiss on the cheek (which now turns red teehee) and take the orange from his hands

⊹ “i hate you”

⊹ “thanks hoon, love you too”

kim sunoo

⊹ he’s (fake) annoyed by your request - how dare you interrupt his gaming session with riki!! he was so close to winning!!! (no he wasn’t)

⊹ he glares at you, before begrudgingly telling riki he needs a moment and doing what you asked

⊹ tbf you caught him at an inappropriate time, but oh well he’s doing it anyway

⊹ when he’s done you hold your hand out expectantly, but this rat takes one slice and pops it in his mouth

⊹ “mm sweet, better than the one usually i get”

⊹ you just stare at him with your jaw on the floor

⊹ before you smack his face ofc, ain't no man eating your food

⊹ “revenge tastes sweeter”

⊹ he gasps at your AUDACITY and is about to say something only to be interrupted by the sound of riki cackling. he left the camera on.

yang jungwon

⊹ you asked him to peel your orange while you were in enha’s dorm bc you put on fake nails and you were scared that they’d come off with you peeling too hard

⊹ except…his fingers were cramped from typing 24/7 on weverse 😔 he just loves his fans a lot okay they give him such warm welcomes at airports 😁😁

⊹ so you just stare at each other before he gets up and runs off…and then you hear a scream of “JAY HYUNG”

⊹ and you facepalm. sometimes you questioned whether you were his number one or jay

⊹ now obvi jay is a sweetie and he obliges - shortly after, jungwon comes back you with a peeled orange and a proud smile

⊹ you take the fruit before giving him an unamused look in his direction

⊹ “what? i got the job done”

⊹ “no, jay got it done”

⊹ he pouts, one of his devious schemes to get you to kiss him or at least be affectionate with his adorable self

⊹ you don’t falter and just eat the orange, while he stares at you incredulously

nishimura riki

⊹ if you expected him to peel it and give it to you immediately, you might have to lower your expectations a little

⊹ this kid is the last person to do it. no no no he nags you to do it on your own before he takes it against his will or so he says

⊹ he starts peeling it, grumbling to you on how you’re sooo lazy when you’re just reading a book and didn’t want juice on the pages, completely reasonable

⊹ and then this pain in the ass peels it in a certain way that caused juice to get in your eyes

⊹ it BURNED, so you ran to the bathroom to wash it out with riki’s annoying laugh in the background

⊹ needless to say you ignored him for the rest of the day

⊹ finally when you avoided his hugs he realized he #messedup and ordered your favorite food for you, and when the food came it was arranged neatly for you, along with a peeled orange on the side - and you had to forgive his poor soul atp

⊹ “i’m sorry y/n…but it was kinda funny…”

⊹ “layla and maeumi are better than bisco stfu”

#kflixnet #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunoo imagines #jungwon imagines #niki imagines #mallow’s works #mallow’s drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #kpop fanfic #kpop bg #fluff

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boobabietch · 11 months

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hcs on ellie comforting a reader that’s on the chubbier side? my body dysmorphia is so bad today :/

Hcs of Ellie x Chubby!reader

Warnings: self image issues!!!!! Slight nsfw but nothing too explicit, mentions of oral sex and fingering.

A/N: Hii anon!!! I’m going to be honest with you I didn’t know how to approach your request at first so I hope you’re happy with the result! I’ve struggled with my self image a lot and I still do so I know how much it sucks when your mind tries to make you feel like you’re not it, but I think that a thought that helps me a little bit is that no matter what I look like there is always some horny teenager that would make TikTok edits of me if I was famous lol. Anyways English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 572

There is not one single day that you don’t wake up with ellie telling you how pretty you are and everyday she makes sure to let you know how cute you look and how hot you are in the outfit you’re wearing (even if it’s your dirtiest depression pajama she it’s still drooling at the mere sight of you)

I just want to take a moment to remind you that you are this woman whole world

I mean she chose you for a reason! You are her heaven on earth

Honestly I like to think that since she met you you’ve always been her muse, she would love to put your beauty into paper in every extra time she has.

I’m 100% that she has a whole sketchbook only for you

She is aware of how the world is and how beauty works, she knows how much time you spend comparing your body to others on social media or real life and she also knows how much this means to you and how sometimes you just don’t feel enough

When you feel down because of this, all I can picture is Ellie being the touchiest person on the planet

I mean she would respect if you need some time to yourself or if you felt a little uncomfortable with showing your body but Ellie fucking Williams is a kissing your insecurities away believer

Picture her softly caressing your thighs, taking her time tracing the stretch marks in them with her thumb or kissing the bulge of your belly while she whispers how pretty you are and how fucking lucky she felt to be able to love you with the intensity she does because it’s what you fucking deserve

If she finds you looking yourself in the mirror for a little too long she would come from behind wrapping her arms and just take the time to admire how breath taking you are, she knows sometimes you don’t feel that way but if you could just see yourself like she does, you would understand that feeling bad about you body is completely crazy

This woman is a cuddler. Period. Her arms around your hips while she presses kisses to your neck, muttering sweet nothings while she worships you, because she just wants you to feel loved <3

We all know that our girl is 24/7 the horniest mf in the room so if you’re comfortable with it she would gladly make you moan your pain away with her head in between your legs or her fingers buried in you

Imagine looking her in the eye while she is on top of you expressing all the love and admiration she feels for you turned into the heavenly pleasure she is making you feel

This woman is a love maker and I will die on that hill!

If you take her with you to buy clothes you would need to physically stop her from taking you there and then on the fitting room because holy fuck you are HOT

But back to earth for a second she doesn’t matter how you look, she loves you and she loves that you love her back, so she’s made her most important task to be the safe place you need every time your thoughts become a little too much

You make her feel loved with your mere presence so she just wants to return the favor <3

Requests are: Open!

Masterlist

#lesbian #fanfic #the last of us #smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams the last of us #Ellie Williams #ellie Williams x chubby!reader #boowrites★#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams headcanons

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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i need bsf!jj to suck on my tits and make me feel good. as a friendly favor. i’ll return it by sucking his dick any time i just need him to kiss and suck my titties asap thanks -🫶🏻

u get it 🫶🏼

when u finally go all limp and relax in his arms cos the pain has subsided thanks to him kissing n sucking on ur tits n you just sleepily cuddle up to him n half awake offer him a bj anytime he wants one for makin u feel better :((( and he’s just like 😀😀😀 yeah uh, alright ! trying to get to sleep with his hard on tucked into his waistband wjedjdjsj

#🫶🏼 anon #bsf!jj

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kazinsblog · 12 days

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Returning the Favor Comic

Returning the Favor is based on this post @pixelatedraindrops made awhile back . I thought this skit was super adorable and I had to draw it out.

Pixel did a comic dub as well~! Go give it a look if you haven't! It’s super well done and it really brings the comic to life. Pixel did a spectacular job with all the voices, BGM, and sound effects too! It also motivated me a ton to complete the comic ASAP XD. Here's the post

The comic was a fun to draw~! Oddly enough, drawing and coloring the BG this time was actually pretty fun XD i got to play around with the lighting. And i like how Kurumi looks here in the comic, i didnt draw her that much before XD. Its also fun to draw Yuma collapsed in the rain again. Silly guy, when will he learn to take a break and ask for help? hehe (btw, i made a tiny Makoto reference F3 i wonder if anyone can find it hehe)

Under the keep is the full comic (dont wanna take up too much blog space)

Thank you for reading~!

#rain code #raincode #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #kurumi wendy #kokowendy #whumpcode #plz show up in the tags #master detectives #shinigami #yakou furio #halara nightmare

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remusslove · 1 year

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marauders platonic yandere over young reader like reader is like (14yrs) and the marauders will be (16yrs) and reader gets into lots of fist-fights,

And that's how reader meet the marauders, reader got into another fight and was badly injured she won the fight though! But she had to get rushed to the nurses office asap! And that's where she sees one of the marauders boys (idk!? Sirius!) there but he had like a broken arm,

And in the nurses office, Sirius and reader hit off! It was awkward at first but it goes okay, then Sirius introduce reader to the other boys James and Remus,

And ever since then the marauders boys wont let reader out of their sight unless it's to go to the toilet or get change or to go to bed,

And reader thought it was kinda cute before platonically, but now reader finds it kinda annoying cause reader barely has anytime alone and is not allowed around other people beside them,

And one time reader said they needed to go to the toilet and they let her go but they just decided to ditch them and go to the forbidden forest just to have a little rest from them,

But when reader was taking to long in the bathroom they went to go see if she's alright, and see she's not in the toilets and get worried and think something happened to them,

Until they find them asleep in the forbidden forest and wake them up, surprising reader and kinda scared as she sees the glares directed at them,

reader is now revoked of being alone, and has to be by one of them at all times.

(pronouns any, I just wrote they/them was just trying to be inclusive)

“What are you in here for?” You asked the raven haired boy on your left whos arm was in a cast. “A broken arm, you?” He asked giving you a slight smile. You returned the favor and answered.

“A few bruised ribs and sprained knee. Nothing too serious.” You shrugged it off. His eyes widened before asking you a series of questions.

~~~~~

“You guys don’t have to follow me everywhere.” You said closing the door to your dorm. “But we do, just in a case like last time.” Remus said firmly. He took off your coat and put it on the rack as you joined James and Sirius who were currently trading the cards found in the chocolate frog boxes.

#poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly marauders #karmas!dialouges

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ghuleh-recs · 6 months

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Happy B @p1nkcanoe !! I threw together a list of my favorite p1nk fics in honor of the official ghoul den housewife’s birthday! Below you'll find a mix of polyghouls, papas, and plenty of Swiss—a little something for everyone. Not only is she a fantastic writer, but she also consistently shares amazing gifs, clips, and some truly iconic shitghosting. We are beyond lucky to have her here ♡

Wouldn’t it be a looovely present if you read a few of these and left some sweet comments?

recs under the cut.

swiss shaves copia's face for him - copia x swiss (gen)

copiasjuicebox asked: thoughts you say? Sometimes Swiss likes to sit on Copia’s lap and shave his face for him as delicately as possible

it's not uncommon for the multi-ghoul to sneak into the papal wing just as the sun has begun to descend over the lake, enter his papa's bedroom, and find him in the bathroom scrubbing at the blur of black and white and gray paint on his weathered features. copia used to wave him away. he used to shrug off swiss' kind hands, refusing to accept the little bit of help in fear of being seen as the old man he feels like on the outside. now, when swiss slips into the bathroom and closes the door softly behind him, copia moves wordlessly to the upholstered chair in the corner of the massive room and sits, waits for the ghoul to take over.

the fiction of speed - aurora x mountain

every year mountain raises a different species of butterfly to liven up his greenhouse. this year, he decides to raise ulysses swallowtails, vibrant blue and black butterflies, and becomes perplexed when one of his pupae fails to emerge with the rest of the flutter. as it turns out, it wasn't just any ordinary butterfly, but a friend.

Aurora becomes a friend. He looks for it in the tangle of leaves, stems, and vines every morning and offers out his hand for her to perch upon. It’ll fan out its wings for him, show off its colors, and he appreciates its beauty, its fragility, and its trust in him. A beast and a butterfly; an unlikely pair.

good JFK - phantom x swiss

jimothybarnes on tumblr asked: Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)

Swiss will not keep his hands to himself. He’s got something on his mind for sure. He’d stared at Phantom throughout the entirely of the night’s ritual from his platform, had glued his hands to Phantom’s waist and the small of his back during bows, and had practically dragged the ghoul to the dressing room afterwards to smother him with his lips and grope at sweaty skin until the door opened and the rest of their pack had filed in. And now, sitting on the bus, he still won’t stop staring at him like he wants to eat him alive.

once twice melody - dewdrop x rain

A kiss is placed right under his ear and Rain presses his cheek into Dew's hair. Dew smiles at the slight vibrations against his back; Rain is purring. The odd feeling twisting in his gut returns and he allows himself to bask in it before craning his neck to catch the other's lips in a chaste kiss. "Rain, have you ever floated?" Dark brows knit together. His lips ghost over the fire ghoul's nose and lips as he speaks. "You mean like floating at the surface of the water?" "No, I mean like floating. It's an old manipulation trick. Makes you feel like you're flying, sort of." Rain shakes his head in small, minuscule movements as to not break the contact between them. "Then no. I've never floated. Can you show me?" Dew nods.

dreamy bruises - secondo x mountain

secondo calls upon his most massive ghoul for a favor: give him everything he's got and more.

Secondo’s room is warm both in atmosphere and in temperature, lit by the grand stone hearth that crackles and burns bright, and Mountain is already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s nervous, has been since the tiny sibling knocked on the door to the den and requested that Mountain meet his Papa in his bedroom. “ ASAP ,” she’d said before turning on her heels and escaping back into the abbey. He’d thought he’d been in trouble, perhaps finally getting punishment for the marble bust he’d accidentally walked into months ago. What he didn’t expect was to find his Papa strewn out on his bed clad only in an evergreen colored robe and a glass of red wine in his hand, beckoning him inside and asking him to lock the door behind him. “I have a special request…” he’d said in that gorgeous, husky voice. Everything after that had been a blur.

hold your camera high and click (series) - swiss x everyone

swiss has a polaroid camera and he loves to photograph his packmates.

There’s a wooden box in Swiss’ nightstand where he keeps his filthy photograph collection. Next to it is an empty space where he keeps the Polaroid camera, but an hour ago it was moved to his desk where it sits now, hooked up to an outlet so it can charge. The light on the side blinks orange–raised from the dead. It’s been a while since he’s broken the thing out. A thin film of dust had gathered over the top since he photographed Sunny only a year ago and the multi-ghoul had been more than excited to brush it off.

the moon doesn't mind - copia x cumulus (x phantom)

phantom can't sleep. a glance out his window exposes a night of intimate fun between his papa and cumulus that can't be ignored.

He stands there for a while, watching and taking in the beauty of the dead of night, and he’s about to retreat back to the warmth of his bed when a shuffle of movement catches his eye from the papal wing. It’s difficult to tell exactly what it is he’s seeing through his Papa’s bedroom window. He glances back at his clock, 2:31 am, a peculiar hour for his papa to be awake. A quick glance further down the wing confirms that his office is dark. Strange. What in the world is Copia up to so late?

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#hbd p1nk!!!!!#thank you for sharing your beautiful words #my fic recs #the band ghost fic recs #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls fic #papa emeritus iv #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #fic rec!!#the band ghost #birthday mixtape #papa emeritus ii

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p1nkcanoe · 8 months

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dreamy bruises

[ mountain x secondo smut ]

summary: secondo calls upon his most massive ghoul for a favor. warnings: anal sex, rough sex, oral sex, facials words: 2014

!! for @copiasjuicebox since we've talked so much about secondo's gorgeous ass

Click here to read on Ao3 or read below:

“My ghoul,” Secondo sighs, almost bored in tone and inflection. He cranes his neck back where it's pressed against his mattress to catch the eyes of the massive earth ghoul who’s pushing the head of his dick agonizingly slow into his hole. “Get on with it, won’t you? I have paperwork in my office more interesting than this.”

Secondo’s room is warm both in atmosphere and in temperature, lit by the grand stone hearth that crackles and burns bright, and Mountain is already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s nervous, has been since the tiny sibling knocked on the door to the den and requested that Mountain meet his Papa in his bedroom. “ASAP,” she’d said before turning on her heels and escaping back into the abbey. He’d thought he’d been in trouble, perhaps finally getting punishment for the marble bust he’d accidentally walked into months ago. What he didn’t expect was to find his Papa strewn out on his bed clad only in an evergreen colored robe and a glass of red wine in his hand, beckoning him inside and asking him to lock the door behind him. “I have a special request…” he’d said in that gorgeous, husky voice. Everything after that had been a blur.

Mountain pushes in. It’s still slow, despite the obscene amount of lube that he’d slicked up his dick with, but Secondo seems to be pleased with it. He groans, grits his teeth as the ghoul slides in, drinking up the sting of delicious pain as he stretches around the biggest cock he’s ever taken in his life. His fists tangle expensive silk sheets between his fingers. Every muscle in his body is rigid and Mountain keeps petting at his sides, reminding him gently to relax, until finally his hips meet the back of his thighs and push into those round, hairless cheeks. He ghosts the tips of his claws over the small of his Papa’s back, listening and focusing on the sound of his breathing, the pound of his heartbeat, and waiting for him to open up completely so as to not cause him any real pain–or worse–bear him an injury.

“Well?” Secondo looks back at him again. This time, it’s irritation etched onto his features. “Am I going to have to hold your hand through this or are you going to fuck your Papa?”

Mountain stutters, repositions his hands on Secondo’s hips and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Papa. I wasn’t sure if you wanted time to adjust or–”

“I appreciate your hesitance, but if I wanted to feel mediocre cock I would've called for Water.”

Mountain frowns. Secondo is still so tight around him, still pulsing and spasming around such a large intrusion, and he desperately wants to give him at least a minute more to get used to it. Even Earth, the biggest size queen he knows, takes a moment to breathe before they really get started. But he also doesn’t want to get chirped at again, doesn’t want to make his Papa crane that pretty neck of his, so against his own wishes he pulls out until his head catches on his rim and pushes back in with a snap of solid hips. It forces a punched, ugly noise from Secondo’s throat and Mountain almost stops to ask him if he’s okay, but then he - “Again. Harder, faster.” And Mountain straightens back up on his knees and does as he’s told.

The next few sounds are equally as ugly, equally as guttural, but Mountain doesn’t stop. He digs his fingers into Secondo’s hips, grips onto hard muscle and bone, and pulls back into every rough punch of his hips. It doesn’t take long before the man under him adjusts to the abuse, his lips pursing closed to show his pleasure through pretty hums rather than harsh vocalizations. He gives him a particularly hard thrust that jerks his body forward, sliding over slippery satin, and still, he offers him a pretty moan in return, pleased despite how his knuckles are as white as the sheets folded around him.

His Papa is pretty like this, on his knees with his chest pushed into his own mattress. He’s not as beefy as Omega is, but just as tall, maybe taller. His body, thick with muscle and fat, is divine and the ghoul can’t help himself from touching. He runs his hands over the broad plane of his back, feels his skin and kneads it with the heel of his palms. His thighs are perfect, too. Just the perfect combination of muscle hidden beneath a solid layer of fat dimpled with cellulite and imperfection. His Papa is human. It’s a reminder of his mortality, his fragility… He loves it.

Mountain could stay like this for a while, fucking into his Papa’s hole and exploring the shape and the foreign feel of his body, but in truth he’s getting bored. His thighs are stiff, uncomfortable from kneeling for so long, and his ass is beginning to cramp, so the ghoul pulls out almost completely and adjusts himself to plant his right foot flat against the mattress. He pushes back in and Secondo mewls at the slight change in angle. He’s more free to move this way. He has better control of his hips. The new position makes anything he’s given him before seem amateur.

Large hands splay themselves back against his hips, using the leverage to pull him back onto his cock when he pistons forward. And Secondo seems to enjoy it. He squirms against the sheets, stretching his thick arms out in front of him to grab on to the edge of the mattress for some sort of hold that he won’t grasp. Mountain fucks him hard, rough, and can’t help but still feel a little uneasy about the punched and pained noises that fall from his lips. But he’d asked for it, told him hard and fast, so Mountain gives it to him.

“More, my ghoul,” he forces out between thrusts, his voice strained and hissing through his teeth.

“Papa, forgive me, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Make me sore. Bite me, scratch me, I don’t care–fuck your Papa like you mean it.”

He does mean it. He’s really trying to give his Papa what he needs, but somehow he still manages to fall short. Mountain sighs, catches his breath before pulling out completely and using Secondo’s hips as a support, he gets up on both feet and crouches into an awkward squat. “My ghoul, what’re you–oh–!” Mountain lines his dick up with his hole and plants the other hand on his waist. He drops his hips and bends his knees and oh, it’s good.

The new position and angle means that Mountain isn’t only fucking him, isn’t just thrusting his hips forward until they meet that pretty, round ass, but it mean’s that he’s dropping most of his weight into his hips and really drilling him. It’s rough, powerful, and every drop makes his Papa nearly scream in pleasure. He fucks him real good, puts everything he’s got into pounding his ass, and he’s grunting, growling deep in his chest while his muscles ache and burn in exertion.

“Finally. I knew you were more than just a big dick. Finally, a gifted ghoul who can actually use the thing.”

Secondo lets out a breathy little laugh after that like he can’t believe it and Mountain doesn’t know quite what to say. How many ghouls have been in his place? How many have been granted this privilege? He doesn’t know, isn’t sure if he wants to know, so he doesn’t respond. Instead, settling for leaning further forward and over his Papa, planting his hands on his sides near his fragile ribs and pressing more of his weight into him there. Mountain is a massive ghoul. Bearing most of his weight into the much smaller man and still expecting him to hold himself up is almost a loss. Secondo shakes. His thighs wobble, threaten to give out, and his back arches into a position that is clearly unfamiliar and harsh for him. The weight makes it difficult for him to breathe and suck in a proper breath but Mountain couldn’t care less. He’s too far gone himself, driven by his own need to cum and also maybe get some healing quintessence magic in him later to deal with the ache.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Secondo wheezes, punctuated by moans. “Keep going, keep doing that.”

Mountain fucks his Papa so hard that his bed shakes against it’s wooden supports and the headboard slams against the wall. The noises that come from him are growls, feral and ghoulish in nature, and he digs into the sheets, chasing his own end.

Beneath him, he watches as Secondo snakes an arm underneath his body to stroke his cock. He watches, enraptured by the movement of his arm as it glides over his dick, and licks at his fangs when Secondo curses at the stimulation, speeding up faster and faster and faster until his legs shake impossibly more and he cums with a shout over his hand and his expensive, silk sheets.

“Papa, where do you want me to–”

He cuts him off before he can finish.

“Pull out.”

Mountain really doesn’t want to pull out. What he really wants is to keep pounding into his Papa’s ass until his balls squeeze up tight and he floods that pretty hole. But he’s not in charge here. Not in this room. So he forces himself up using the old man’s hips again and clambers down to his knees again. The ability to rest his aching muscles is almost enough to send him over the edge as is.

“Help me up, won’t you? Then I need you in that armchair,” he motions to a crushed velvet armchair next to the fire. “I’m going to finish you off.”

Mountain shuffles back until he’s able to stand on the wooden floor and he offers out his hand to Secondo, who takes it and uses it to shakily rise from the bed and onto the floor. He motions to the chair again and Mountain gets the hint, guiding his Papa to the spot and sitting. Secondo sinks to his knees before him.

The first contact of his tongue against the tip of his flushed dick is like lightning. His mouth is hot, not as hot as Alpha’s or even Air’s, but warm and wet and good and he throbs when he wraps a hand around it. He tries to sink his mouth onto his shaft, to take him down, but it’s apparent that that won’t be happening. His lips go taut only two inches down before Mountain’s girth stretches him too far. It’s nothing the ghoul isn’t used to. Secondo rises back up towards the tip, sucks at it and uses his tongue to lick up his pre that wells in his mouth. He’s not the best at giving head, but it’s enough.

Mountain groans when Secondo bobs his head over the small section of his length, using his hands for the rest of it, and it doesn’t take him long to reach his end. He feels it in his stomach, then feels it in his balls as they tighten up and he’s too slow to ask where his Papa wants it before he’s cumming hot and thick over his mouth, nose, and cheek. Mortification sets in quickly once the high fades away.

“Papa–I didn’t mean to–”

Secondo raises a hand up to shush him. “It’s good, my ghoul. But please, grab your Papa a washcloth and start the bath…”

Mountain gawks, frozen in place, as he watches him drag a finger through the mess on his cheek and suck it into his mouth until it's clean. The glimmer of it, shiny with spit, is enough to snap him out of it and he jumps up, rushing to the bathroom to waste no more time. If he wants this again, he needs to make this the best bath of his life.

#title from sylvan esso's dreamy bruises #secondo #mountain x secondo #ghost smut #the band ghost smut #secondo smut

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moonlight-canavalia · 5 months

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Ch. 4 - Jupiter

Summary: A new beginning and some reminiscing of the past. It’s fluff and just a quick little angst.

Pair: Satoru Gojo x F!Reader

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CW: 2,794 words, fluff, a bit of doubts, smidge of angst, pet names.

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“So, what do you think?” he says in a voice so small you might think he’s second guessing his question.

You look at your phone as if it was somehow distorting his words “Wait. Can you repeat that again, Satoru? I want to make sure I heard you right. “ Confusion mixed in your tone. Not even believing your own hearing.

Clearing his throat he repeats his earlier question.

“Do you want to move in together? It’s just a yes or no question, Angel. Don’t feel pressured to give me an answer right now. You can think it over and give me an answer when I get back.” He says confidence returning to his tone. “I’ll try to text or call you tomorrow. Anyways, stay pretty. I love you. Bye-bye.” The high pitch in his bye erupts some giggles in you and the moment of uncomfortable silence is broken. And Gojo feels some of the tension leaving his body.

“I love you too. I know you’ll be busy. Stay safe and see you in a few days, Toru.” Ending the call, your mind goes back to his question. ‘Is it right?’. ‘Should we do it?’. ‘Is it too soon? ’. So many questions coming to the forefront of your mind gives you a sense of dizziness.

Sitting on your sofa to catch your breath, you look around. Staring at your things, around you, pictures, books, little knick-knacks scattered here and there; you can’t help the smile that’s suddenly adorning your face. Because everywhere you looked, you could see some of Gojo’s things that have made themselves at home with yours.It’s not like you two are strangers, it's different of course. In every relationship it’s a scary step, no matter how long you’ve known each other; things change. But why not give it a chance, when you already know you want him. The both of you already took that leap into the unknown when starting a relationship. And even with its ups and down you two are still standing together.

While you’re lost in your own thoughts the poor white haired sorcerer is nervous and alone in his hotel room. “How am I supposed to sleep now?” he asks himself. What if you say no? Was that an early push for you? He didn’t want to pressure you but he really hopes you say yes. All he wants is for you to be there each waking day by his side, his hectic hours keep him away from you enough as is. Sure, there will still be missions where he goes away for days or weeks. But knowing you’re there waiting for him to get back and attack him with care and so much love makes his little heart leap with joy. He has high hopes that you’ll answer him by tomorrow. Even if he’s unable to reach out to you first, he just wants an answer from you. Wanting desperately a ‘yes’ so he can get back to you as quickly as possible and start helping you pack up. The heavens above seem to favor him most times, and this time is no different. Before you text him an answer, you’re already making a checklist in your head on things that you can get rid of and what will you keep. Space is the last thing you need to worry about moving with Gojo. He’d never make you get rid of your things. It could be a random piece of plastic that you’d like to keep for some weird reason of attachment and he’d get a glass box for you to keep it in. But you’re ready for new things, new things you’ll get to do with him. So, imagine his big bright smile the next morning when he reaches for his cellphone and the first thing he sees is your sweet good morning text finishing off with a “You’re doing the heavy lifting <3”. And that’s all it took to start a new adventure with Gojo. You lost count of how many of your firsts he’s taken, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s how you wouldn't change a single thing.

Satoru <3 BABY YOU JUST MADE ME HAPPY I’LL KICK THE CURSES ASS ASAP

Sending him a quick reply of “Please be safe and try to call me later if you get a chance.

That was sent early this morning. Now it's 8:00PM and it still reads ‘delivered’.

The mind could be quite treacherous at times. Alone in your apartment, with a mess around you as you started taking things out of your closet, cabinets, old boxes you forgot about when you first moved in. ‘He’s fine’ you kept repeating in your head; stop overthinking. But you can’t help it. Sure he might be the strongest but things happen, and even though you trust him you still worry.

Lost in your own world of worry you fail to notice he’s right beside you. Until he’s shaking you asking ‘did something happen?’

A wave of relief washes over you seeing him. “When did you—hi baby” you say letting go of a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

“What’s wrong?” the tall white haired male asks again.

Turning fully to him you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “Just try to not do that again.” You say as if it was obvious.

You can almost see the question marks around his head as he asks “ do what?” as he reciprocated the hug.

“Not answer me” you whisper.

And it clicked just then for him. You were worried. “Sorry sweetness, I stopped by our favorite take out place to get us some dinner.” He apologizes pointing to the plastic bag left forgotten near your entrance. Resting a hand on the side of your face, he angles you up to look at him “I missed you” he says leaving a quick peck at your lips.

“I miss you too” and just with those simple words he feels his chest fill with so much warmth, so much love he thinks he might explode. The twinkle in your eyes looking up at him always takes his breath away. There’s so much love behind them that he finally understands why people say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

“Come on let’s eat sweetness so I can help you with packing so you move even faster. I can’t wait to have you with me day and night.”

Your nerves were buzzing with excitement at this next big step in your relationship. Barely eating you’re quick to continue rummaging through things to pack even faster. Gojo tried to get you to sit down and eat more but you just smiled and waved him off saying how much you just wanted this to be over with. Nothing can bring on more stress than packing, so the quicker it’s done the better.

Once your white haired man-child of a boyfriend finished eating he was on you. Instead of helping you sift through things he was slapping your ass every time you bent down, adorning your neck with kisses when you stood still looking over things. Pinching your hips randomly, he was bored and didn’t really know what you wanted to keep or throw out. He just waited like a dog on beck and call. Any time you needed something from a place you can’t reach, or were done with a box he was there to grab whatever you wanted or tape shut the boxes.

“This is such a small apartment. How did you manage to fit so many things here, Angel. Things just keep popping out of the most random of places.” he said chuckling.

“I’m tired already. I'll do those two small boxes up there and call it a night.” turning towards your boyfriend you wrap your arms around his midsection and in a honeyed voice tell him “can my strong boyfriend get them for me?” There was no reason to use those words, you can ask him to go through a wall and he’d do it without asking why. Anything that came out of your pretty little mouth was an immediate ‘yes’ for him. He’s happy all the same, boyish smile and bright eyes looking at you flexing his muscles.

“Of course I can, it’s me we’re talking about” — Reaching for the boxes he puts them in front of where you’re sitting on the floor.

Taking the lid off you’re met with a pair of faces brimming with joy. Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Gojo and you. Smiling while posing for the camera. Well, all of you but Nanami who had such a deep frown in his face, if looks could kill you all would’ve been scorched. Tears streaming down your face at such a fast pace it’s concerning. Gojo immediately kneels down by your side looking at what you’re holding on to. The carefree smiles most of you were wearing, happy with ice creams on that warm summer day. When you all were just teenagers having fun. Enjoying the small things all of you could afford, no classes, no missions, no curses that day.

Just fun.

Your boyfriend, being the strongest as always, swallows the lump that forms in his throat. It’s something he’ll deal with later, first you. You’re his priority and seeing you this way breaks his heart. He also misses those times, when everything was easier. When you all felt like the world was in the palm of your hands. Laughter filled every square inch of whatever room you all were, snarky remarks here and there from Nanami with Haibara trying to keep him positive.

“Every time I think I can handle what happened I get proven wrong” you choke back a sob rummaging through more pictures. Gojo takes the one you’re still clutching on to out of your hard so you don’t crinkle it further. It’s a painful memory, but that moment, frozen forever in time, is filled with warmth and joy. The purest form of happiness the most simple of things used to bring.

“I still remember our inside jokes.” —Gojo murmurs looking at the picture— I replay them sometimes when I reminisce. We were kids and we were thrown into things we couldn’t quite handle yet, not alone at least. We dealt with it how we could.” Tristful eyes staring at the picture. He sounded so dejected, mind probably off revisiting an old memory.

There’s one thing you wish you could change from what happened. Well…actually two things:

1- Geto leaving, hurting and killing innocent people.

2- Gojo having to keep a strong face in front of all other people, not being able to mourn his best friend how he should have .

“I’ve already told you, you were it for me since I first saw you. But I think this day really cemented it for me. This was the day I stayed up all night talking with Geto about whatever the hell I was feeling. He tried pushing me to confess to you and I didn’t want to.” Looking at your tinged face he chuckles. Big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing away stray tears. “I wish I had done it sooner.”

Putting your hand over his you earnestly tell him you wished he did, but also how you could have done it too. You’re just grateful it still happened, even if it took you two some time. You two start going through the pictures together. Snippets of stories here and there from your younger days. Making fun of each other, until you found a picture that showed your boyfriend with such a huge love- sick smile adorning his face. You were laughing at something, eyes crinkling unaware of Gojo looking at you. Wracking your head for any memory of this picture you turn it around and see it’s signed by Shoko “when you two end up together, remember I told you so.”

“I guess she snuck this in here, after everything that happened I hid these boxes and forgot about them.” Looking back at Gojo you shove the picture in his face and coo how cute he looked and how this is your new favorite picture. “We’re hanging this one up, we have to. Look at you” you say with heart shaped eyes.

Agreeing with you he can’t stop looking at your carefree smile. The way it hasn’t changed even when the world around you both has. That same sweet smile that has always helped him get out of his darkest times is still there. And he’s looking at it right now as you hang on to the picture resting it over your heart.

“Okay, okay, before I start crying again. Put these over by the door so it can be taken with the first things we move.” Handing them off to him he’s gone in an instant. ‘Did he really just warp? Just for that?’ Short answer, yes, yes he did. Making sure it’s not lost or damaged when you start moving the bigger boxes.

Cutie you think fondly.

Once he’s back you two are quick to move every box into position for tomorrow. It’s Gojo so of course he’s promised you to move everything in one day. ‘You don’t lift a finger’ he let you know. And he’s true to his word, but to his dismay you don’t even wait for him to be done before you’re tearing at the boxes to start putting things away. He's in awe with how on his second trip back you already have so many of your things hanged, your small figurines and funkos already decorating the empty shelves he has. Seeing the mess in the kitchen where you’re putting your plates with his makes his chest feel tight, almost suffocating on his love for you. The pure happiness he’s feeling with finally having you with him day and night, well starting today.

Bringing in the last box he throws himself on the couch dramatically he huffs out “you should have left me warp”

“No, I told you not to use your powers. You can’t be that tired when you can carry four to five boxes without breaking a sweat, that one cant be turned off” – you bring up – “you’re just being pouty.”

“Am not” he says – sunglasses almost falling off his face when he sits up looking in your direction.

Cocking your head to the side you stare at him dumbfounded. “Any bigger sweet boy and I’d probably trip on your bottom lip.”

He just slams himself against the couch and extends his hands up and does a grabbing motion. Signaling for you to come and rest with him. You decide to accept and make your way towards him. Laying on top of him, you make yourself comfortable against his strong hard chest, burying your head in the crook of his neck, peppering it with kisses.

“I know you’re not letting me go for a while so I’ll just take a break with you” you inform him.

Some minutes go by in silence, just listening to the sound of your breathing when the snowy white haired male suddenly speaks up “It’s gonna be nice that the first thing I hear when I wake up is your voice.” You smile up at him and chuckle “I’ve stayed with you before, and you’ve stayed with me before or am I going crazy?”

Tangling his hands in your hair he gives you a deep kiss, tongue swiping at your bottom lip before going in your mouth. The kiss is all consuming, and breathtaking.

“That’s true pretty girl, but now I’m not gonna have to wonder when you’re leaving or when you’re coming back.” Wrapping an arm around your waist while the other one cups the back of your head he brings your head down so you’re forehead is resting against his “I get to have you with me day and night, I get to come back from missions and have you here, I get to tell everyone I have someone waiting for me at home and its the love of my life. We get to build a home together.”

It’s hard fighting the waterworks, you start sniffling trying to not let the tears spill. He is the sweetest human ever, and you can’t believe he’s yours. You can’t wait to show him all the things he deserves and be there for every new milestone that's to come between the both of you. The words are lost on your tongue, the threat of so many emotions bubbling up constricts your throat. You give him a hug that's near bone crushing even for him

“I love you so much” is what you manage before he’s changing positions and is on top of you.

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daisybianca · 1 year

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hey, could you do a friends to lovers w/ charles!

WAG VIBES

pairing: charles leclerc x femalereader

summary: charles had been your friend since you could remember yourself. after a few years of not being able to meet, he promised you that a package would be at your door in a matter of hours. little did you know that the mysterious package was the man himself and that things would get a little bit complicated between the two of you.

warnings: slight swearing, tiny mentions of sex

NOT CONSTRUCTING AN incredibly powerful bond when in the early ages of your lives, wasn't an available option when it came to you and Charles Leclerc, the admired and favored F1 driver.

Your mothers had formed an appreciable friendship since high school and that seemed to be just enough for their children to inherit that habit as well.

Due to his strenuous and consuming profession, his job required nonstop traveling to different mainlands and constant practicing. Because of this, there had been numerous months you two hadn't succeed to meet.

You had considered the lacking variety of options to spend time with your childhood friend, but none of them really appeared to be the precise solution. The idea of attending an f1 race slipped by your thoughts for a second, but you rejected it almost immediately. The events took place far away from your home country and the responsibility for your job and your limited time were the main reasons holding you back.

However, you two had figured out a way to communicate with each other by texting almost every night to talk about your day and in the morning, before heading to work. Face-timing was also an extremely pleasant remedy to cure your friend's sadness and rage after a rough or even a poor performance at a Grand Prix. Video chatting also seemed to be useful when you lost track of time at work and returned home late at night. Even if you were in your car, Charles insisted that he was willing to keep an eye on you, despite the fact that time zones were undoubtedly a challenging thing.

So generally, you always somehow found your way to each other. One way or another, you both created methods to achieve that.

Charles texted you this morning. Just at 10am. He was fully aware of the reality that you never were an early riser and knew better than to ruin that.

The fact is, though, that you wouldn't really mind as long as it was him interrupting your soothing time in bed.

It was bizarre that he texted you a good morning text. He never surely did, preferring the Face-Time choice to view your sleepy and drowsy reactions.

Your concern about his unusual message faded out by the time a second one showed up, brightening up the screen in the unilluminated room.

Harry Pottah from Walmart: Good Morning, Sunshine.

You read the very first message, which was accompanied by a bright sun emoji.

You let yourself shape a tiny smile. There had been a few days since you last heard him form those words. You adored him calling you that, but it would be so much better hearing it face to face.

You transferred your eyes to glance the second text.

Harry Pottah from Walmart: There'll be a package on your door at 7pm ASAP. Open the door and receive it. I hope you don't need a tutorial for that too, otherwise don't you dare ask me, there's something called freaking internet to help you out. I'm not a Wikipedia machine.

Your smile vanished and for a couple of seconds you felt remorseful for allowing him to know how obsessed you once used to be with Youtube tutorials.

A third, smaller text appeared on the screen, catching you off guard.

Harry Pottah from Walmart: P.S. be kind to the delivery man or I'm calling your mom.

Taking a loud, extended breath, you typed the response to his messages with almost-wobbly hands.

Me: Mrs. Pascale wouldn't be proud of his son talking to a lady like that.

You sent the sentence, mentioning his own mother to tease him a little, while including an emoji that was supposed to portray a sad face at the end of it.

You chortled at his amusing answer and placed your phone on the nightstand to charge it.

Getting up from your bed to endure your monotonous day, all your mind could revolve around was the package Charles referred to previously.

You had a great instinct for that and your heart was fierce and deafening in your chest, only at the thought of him gifting something to you after a very long time. You didn't permit yourself to build sizeable expectations because the outcome could be also disappointing, though.

But you couldn't care less if the content of the package was pretty or cheap or pricey as long as it was from him.

You exhaled and sniffled the odor of the coffee you made and felt the warmth of it enfolding your hands.

Just a couple of hours to figure out.

You could wait with the sensation of anticipation filling every inch of your body.

It wasn't like he could possibly show up at your door. He couldn't do that, he had a race in Russia in a couple of days.

It was just a package.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Yet, your mind denied doggedly to remain at a distance from it.

The hours passed surprisingly briefly and the clock above the kitchen table of your duplex apartment read 6:58 pm.

As you glanced over at the door, the flashings of the booming bolts of lightning outside the window made you observe the violent rainfall which turned the night sky quite gloomy.

Who would have thought that something so colorless as water could make clouds that dark and shadowy?

Approaching one of the wide windows, you tried to scrub condensed water droplets so that you could obtain a clearer view of the busy street ahead. There were plenty of people holding umbrellas and walking down the moist pavement, but no one actually headed to the entry of your home.

You were pressing your lips together in worry when the bell suddenly rang, gaining your attention solely.

You walked to the door with brave and patient small steps, opening it without minding asking who was behind it. If you got kidnapped or robbed, it'd be Charles' fault for instructing you to open the door at 7pm sharp.

The person that came into sight caused a considerably powerful freezing to your entire body, soul, brain, and most importantly, to the red organ vibrating inside of you.

Charles' eyes lit up and changed from narrow to wide when his gaze fell upon you. ''Sorry, the delivery man turned into a wet cat. Jesus, I'm soaked.'' Your head dropped back. Your laugh was a weapon of mass seduction and he had always remained its biggest target.

So he just stood there staring and beaming as he allowed the sound of your chucklesome laugh to imprint on his mind.

He hadn't heard that while facing each other in forever and a day. Only through a lifeless and wireless device, which only produced image and sound but failed to extract the small details of your face while forming the act. Of your petite nose wrinkling when you laughed. Of your dainty features that brightened up the whole room when you were in it and blessed the observer with a unique smile.

You almost rushed to him, falling into his moist embrace. He seemed to be quite hesitant about hugging you back because of his sopping clothes but finally, he gave in and wrapped his hands gently around you. Charles caressed your back and you could sense the watered fabric stick to your flesh, yet you didn't even mind. Not for a single moment.

His sweet glare reminded you of a golden retreiver.

''How long have you been in the country?'' You gestured for him to enter the house and he did, after removing his waterlogged shoes.

''Since this morning. I texted you the moment I got off the plane.'' His gaze found you and there was a glimpse in those colorful eyes of his that made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

That made sense. That was the reason why he selected chatting instead of video chatting.

He was here. With you. You couldn't believe it.

You needed to shoot a question but his penetrating gaze incapacitated you. ''Don't you have a race in like three days from now?'' Curiosity finally won as you blurted the words out.

''You mean the Russian Grand Prix? It was canceled so I have a few days to rest.'' Charles blinked twice. How the hell didn't you read somewhere about the race being called off? ''Oh, um--I bought you this.'' The man handed you a plastic bag with a heavy, brown box with a red, decorative strip in a heart shape on top of it. It looked like a product from a pastry shop.

You grinned and accepted the bag, placing it on the table that was located a few feet ahead. ''What's that?''

''I played the role of the delivery man, so I suppose that's for the package I promised.'' Charles explained and approached you from behind, eventually his posture hardening a few inches away from you.

You nearly gasped at the sight of the content of the box.

It was a remarkably enormous cake. A chocolate one, to be accurate, which made your mouth water momentarily. With dissimilar-hued sprinkles patterning small hearts and covering the surface of the dessert. Additionally, a smiley face was laying in the heart of the cake, two white cookies forming the eyes, while the mouth was nicely done with matching truffles.

''Charles, did you forget the date of my birthday?'' You giggled.

''Of course I remember when your birthday is, (y/n)!'' Your childhood friend's orotund voice sounded rather... offended?!

''Why would you buy me a cake then, Charles?'' You tittered, turning around to face the man standing with his arms crossed firmly and his eyes traveling around.

He kind of seemed taller. But he obviously wasn't because you had last seen him a few months ago, not in puberty.

''I just--I recalled how much you love cakes.'' Charles' tone emerged as gruff and hoarse. ''I never forgot, to be honest.''

A sense of pride hit you, considering he never failed to commit to memory small, inconsequential details about you.

''I have a few clothes kept in the closet for you. You should probably get changed before devouring the smiley face with me, Mrs. Leclerc.'' His eyes dropped down to you and then, he shook his head unapprovingly and smiled.

You placed your palms softly on his drenched and strong chest, expecting the warmth of him to have kind of hidden behind the frostiness of the fabric.

But there it was. Covering every inch of his flawless-crafted upper body.

''Nah,'' He pronounced the word confidently and loudly. Charles' lips curved into a seductive smile that made your knees feely unsteady for a little while. Reaching out, he grabbed your hands from his chest and delicately applied carefully small kisses to them. ''I'm not sharing that cake with you. It's all yours, Sunshine.''

Your stomach did a betraying little flip that somewhat terrified you.

''If you don't eat, I don't eat either.''

Charles released a shuddery breath, uncapturing your hands from his grip as you immediately missed the feeling of his flesh touching yours.

You looked up to find his gaze already fixed on you.

''Fine.'' Smacking slightly the back of your neck, he started running upstairs in a hurry. ''But you're not playing fair!'' He yelled as you sprinted behind him.

Entering the commodious guest room, you spotted Charles almost buried in the broad closet.

''I don't know which one might look better on me.'' He extended his hands, swirling two different-shaded hoodies in the air. ''What do you think?''

You blinked at the two pieces of clothing. The one to your left was deep green while the other was a Spongebob hoodie your mother had gifted Charles for his 22nd birthday.

''Since when do you care about being fashionable?'' You joked, raising an eyebrow. ''Last time I checked fashion was a completely foreign word to you.'' Moving nearer to him, you examined the two options in his hands.

''I feel rather offended.'' Charles laughed, turning into ice as your forehead was a few inches away from his mouth. The desire to nudge forward and collide his lips with your forehead ignited like a scorching blaze inside him.

''I think I prefer this one.'' Your eyes connected with his as you patted the greenish hoodie. ''Don't tell my mom I didn't choose the one she bought you, but the green one matches your eyes better.''

Charles swayed his head. ''Your secret is safe with me.''

Dropping the Spongebob hoodie on the bed behind you, he pulled his phone, a wallet, and his keys out of the pockets of his jeans. Your friend handed them to you instead of dropping them on the bed with the yellow fabric.

Charles forced his wet hoodie off his head, unveiling the abs, arms and chest beneath it.

You suddenly sensed a slight flushing on your face. Charles noticed that.

''Are you blushing?'' His question caused a tickle to your heart.

You turned around, not allowing yourself to view the almost naked Charles anymore.

''No, I am not.'' You denied the painful truth, biting your bottom lip to prevent any unethical words from escaping. ''Next time racing don't choke on water. Try utilizing it to clean your eyesight, because you're clearly fairly blind.''

Charles fleed a husky growling that was supposed to sound like a laugh.

Gosh, you were so fucked.

''I don't remember you having such an attitude, sweatheart.'' His tone was smoky and flat.

You ignored his statement and could identify the sound of his jeans being unzipped.

You froze and tried desperately to locate something to distract you from what was occurring just behind you.

Abandoning his wallet and the keys on the closer furniture, which happened to be a forgotten desktop, you turned his phone on in rapid movements and headed to the camera app, while posing to take a few funny photos of yourself.

At the sight of the photo that covered his phone screen, your thoughts emptied.

''Am I your lockscreen?'' You blurted out as you re-viewed the woman on Charles' screen to double-check it was certifiably you.

''Shit, you weren't supposed to see that!'' The man grabbed the device and you spun to find him changed in his favorite cozy, grey sweatpants and the hoodie you had selected just moments ago.

The image that seemed to be his lockscreen was a moment he had captured two Christmases ago. In the photo, you hugged tightly a snowman that leaned like the tower of Pisa as you two laughed uncontrollably at it falling apart in your embrace.

It was the last Christmas you two had managed to spend together and it was nearly painful recalling those unforgettably beautiful moments that had stamped your mind.

''You're the one blushing now, Sir.'' Charles frowned at the last word you added to your ironic statement.

''Don't fucking call me that.'' He passed by you furiously and you giggled.

He was mad for some reason now. But everything would be just fine in a few minutes. That's how your friendship worked since you could remember yourselves being each other's dearest company.

As your hands scratched the wet surface of the dishes, Charles' ethereal voice echoed, approaching from behind. ''You sure you don't need any help with those?'' He asked for the second time, referring to the dirty dishes on the sink with dregs of chocolate on them.

''No, I'm almost done.''

Looking at you, he bit his upper lip, tasting the flavor of the chocolate from moments earlier.

He had one slice while you almost ate half of the cake.

Indeed you adored chocolate cakes. You had almost forgotten how much you loved them.

But Charles hadn't.

Charles breathed and let his gaze wander on you. He couldn't fathom how this earth and the sun and the moon and the sky could exist and be perceived as enteral sources of happiness, yet... yet the woman standing right in front of him could bring so much warmth and comfort to him with just a single glance or a small smile.

He moved closer to you. You could sense the heat of his body right next to you. However, you didn't permit yourself to move or talk or even breathe...

Charles' arm found its way around your neck and froze there. At first, you thought it was one of his platonic gestures where he would jokingly wrap his hand around you, preventing you from moving, and would tickle the shit out of you until you burst into mixed tears and laughs.

But when his lips collided with your forehead softly, you realized it wasn't one of those moments.

Charles planted a smooch on your skin, depositing his wet mark there.

''I've been waiting to do that for quite a while. And more.'' Your eyes extended as Charles pulled you into a warm embrace. It felt so good and you realized your friend enjoyed it as well when a small groan escaped from him. You wished you could stay like that forever. ''I kind of missed you, Sunshine.''

''Kind of?''

Charles smiled before correcting. ''A lot.'' You smiled too as he amended his words. ''Oh, and I-um, I have an announcement to make.'' He whispered, pulling back to view your reaction as he spoke the words loud and clear. ''I'm sleeping in your bed tonight. With you. Like those old days when we could fit into a single bed, remember?''

You tried to hide your excitement. You would have tried to suggest this to him, but you were a little scared of any possible rejection of your plan. ''My bed is king-sized, so I'll guess that would be pretty cool.''

If the sound of the rain didn't completely fill the room, you could have possibly heard the roaring of his heart in his chest when you accepted his idea. Besides, your head was just a few inches away from his torso. It wouldn't be too difficult for the organ to be noticed.

The rest of the afteroon progressed rapidly, forming into a rainy night. You two watched an SCI-FI movie, which Charles insisted he had seen before, although it was eventually proven that he hadn't, because of the fact that he had predicted an extremely different ending.

You laughed at Charles' hilarious stories of the F1 races, rolling in the aisles, and he took advantage of that, capturing the moment with his phone camera.

You danced and pursued Charles to join you. The frown drawn on his face at that moment was something truly worth-laughing at.

By the time the clock had declared that it was nearly 2am, Charles approached you on the floor and you didn't protest as he wrapped an arm around you, taking the brunt of your weight. He didn't think as he hauled you over his shoulder, bringing your ass to his eye level.

''I think my feet need to be amputated.'' You flinched, completely losing your footing as he carried you upstairs. The dancing was genuinely exhausting but the overall experience was certainly worth it.

''Problem solved, Sunshine.''

''Charles!'' You shouted, facing his back. You could swear that the cake you previously devoured was by far the most satisfying thing you had ever smelled, but the aroma extracting from Charles' body was always so outstanding and incredibly... alluring. ''What are you doing?'' You rammed your small fists into his spine and he grunted.

''Being a gentleman.''

''More like a caveman! Put me down right now! This is so embarassing.''

''No one is here to see you, (y/n).'' Charles mentioned as he slowly walked up the stairs, heading to your room.

Your head lifted. ''What time is it?''

''Almost two.''

You gasped. ''Gosh, I lost track of time.'' Charles blinked. Twice. He tried so hard not to transfer his eyes to your ass. He even moved his rough hands lower on your thighs, so that he wouldn't have any physical touch with that exact lovely part of your body.

''No worries, we'll make it to your room before you turn into a pumpkin, princess.''

''That's not even how the story goes, Charles!'' Your laugh was muffled by his hoodie as he carried you to the door.

''Close enough.''

''God, you can be so annoying sometimes.'' If you two held eye contact right now, you would be receiving a very alarming death stare from him.

But that was not his response presently.

Instead, Charles smacked your ass for that comment.

''Did you j-just spank me?!'' You choked at the sound of his hand colliding with your ass.

He just touched you.

There.

Charles' hand burnt to do it again if only to hear that little gasp you made when his palm slammed your flesh.

Returning the favor, you smack his ass hard.

He almost dropped you from the shock of it all, but he finally recovered with a loud laugh.

''Ugh! You weren't supposed to like that!''

Charles took a breath to collect himself.

''I hate you so mu--.'' Your sentence was cut by Charles dropping you on the soft surface of the bed.

The corners of his mouth lifted at the sight of you like that.

''I do find your wicked statements entertaining.'' Leaving you alone to make yourself comfortable, he went in the opposite direction of the bed and pulled the blankets to make enough room for his body.

When you turned around, you saw him already drowned in the mattress while facing you.

''I still need those deep conversations before sleeping.'' You said and his pupils were swollen.

''What do you want to talk about, Sunshine?'' Charles questioned and his dimples were charmingly placed on his reddened cheeks. You extended your hand to reach for the light switch and turned it off.

Sharing beds as kids never grew to something more than a platonic activity both of you really enjoyed. It had to be kept that way. You two couldn't ruin your unique friendship. He knew that too, even though the look in his eyes declared something... something entirely different.

''You look beautiful even in the dark, (y/n).'' His voice was husky, he blood immediately frozing in you.

''Charles, are you flirting with me?'' His eyes moved to your lips for a brief moment and he hoped, he really hoped, you didn't notice it, but you did. And things initiated to complicate in your mind.

''You finally noticed?'' He murmured as if he didn't want anybody else to hear his thoughts. ''You're pretty much the only reason I turn on my phone in the morning, hoping for a message or a call, (y/n).''

''Charles, I can't, we are--I--''

''Shh--'' He silenced you by bringing his hand gently to cover a part of your lips. ''(y/n), I think I have fallen in love with you.''

Your mind stopped working. ''Then k-kiss me.'' Your response was somehow hesitant.

''The problem is,'' He said as he leaned in. ''If I kiss you, I don't think I'll be able to stop.''

''Who says I'd want you to stop?'' His gaze was penetrating, as if he tried to read your soul, your thoughts, the feelings you kept well-hidden...

He leaned in more, so carefully, hearts beating between you two. He was so close, so close and you weren't able to feel your wobbly legs anymore. You couldn't feel your fingers or the cold or the rain outside because all you could feel was him.

Charles connected his lips with yours. His hands found their way around your cheeks and moved closer just to sense you press against his chest.

He tasted like sugary chocolate and the sweetness made your heart explode.

Your hands were instantly in his hair, pulling him even closer, filling the gap to expore his mouth with your tongue as the raindrops echoed on the windows. Charles groaned between your lips.

He pulled away to whisper. ''I've been waiting so many years to do this, (y/n).'' Charles' eyes glistened and he thought about all those times he let himself picture you two like this to ease his mood. ''Come with me to Monaco. Please, (y/n), you're all I need.'' Charles pleaded and you could understand how much he meant his words. He craved you there. With him. In every race. He was not willing to make memories without you by his side anymore.

You smiled. ''As long as you let me re-decorate your house there. Damn, it looked terrible from the photos.''

His voice was so low. He was going to be the death of you. ''Our house, baby.'' Charles corrected you and placed a kiss on your forehead. ''Our house.''

Leaning forward, he touched his lips to yours. He kissed you and forgot to breathe. It didn't seem significant to him at the time.

You were all he ever needed. All he would ever want. And you were his now. Solely, exclusively his.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 20 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : You tell loki about the men you have slept with. A not so pleasant surprise is waiting for you.

Trigger Warning : 18+, Daddy kink, Some smut, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

Loki brought you back to the bed and he laid you down then he jumped right next to you to cuddle you, you turned towards him and hummed as his body felt so warm, so safe, so comforting.

"You know you'll have to return the favor soon right?" You chuckled as he said that. You can't wait to return the favor.

"Can I ask you a question?" You asked him and he nodded

"What was your first impression of me?" He chuckled as you said that.

"I thought of you as a spoiled little princess, especially because of how you flirted with me all the way to Japan and back" you smiled and kissed him softly

"Mmmm I'm spoiled"

"With things and money yes.. but you are not arrogant about it and I like that alot" he pulled you into him and you flung your leg around his waist.

"Well this wealth is not really mine" "Hmmm what did you think of me?" You giggled as he questioned you

"My thoughts were somewhere between wow he's the hottest bodyguard I have ever had to I want to get him in my bed asap..that didn't happen" he chuckled and kissed your forehead. He truly loves talking to you, that's something him and Sameera never had, whenever she talked to him it was always depressing, he didn't blame her for that but after what she did he definitely held a grudge against her.

"Have you slept with your previous bodyguards? How many have you had?" He asked you sheepishly. Trying to pretend as if you talking about sleeping with other men won't make him jealous at all. He saw you making out with two of them, the one at the club in Japan and then at the party.

"I have had my own private bodyguards since I turned 18, contrary to popular belief I have only slept with half of them. Some of them were married"

"That was the only thing coming in between you and them?" You nodded as he questioned, he wasn't judging you, he just wanted to hear it from you because he had heard enough from people around you.

"Sooo how many men have you been with?" He perched himself on his elbow as his other hand played with your hair.

"I'll tell you if you tell me how many women you have been with" he bit on his cheeks and smirked as he thought about it.

"Like 30? It's not much, considering that I am 33"

"What a whore you are" you caressed his cheek and he chuckled.

"I uhh.. I have been with plenty of men" he noticed your nervousness and hesitation. He didn't want you to feel as if he was being judgemental or controlling, he didn't want you to be embarassed, it didn't matter to him how many of them you had, he have you now and there won't be another man ever.

"It's okay baby we don't have to talk about this okay I'm sorry come here" he pulled you closer so you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"No it's alright really..i lost my virginity to my first boyfriend Peter, we were in the same class, his dad is still one of the board members at dad's company. Katlyn also lived here at the time, she had all the classes that she shared with him, that's when she started to fill his head"

He caressed your cheek with his thumbs as you spoke, he remembered you telling him how she stole him from you.

"I didn't start to sleep around until my mom's death. I was really out of control after that, just doing anyone who would look my way" your eyes teared up but you chuckled.

"Truth is I don't know how many there have been, but there's been alot. Some of them were too old for me but I didn't care" jealousy surged through him as you said that, what do you mean by too old? He was curious now and he won't be able to sleep with half information.

"How old, who's the oldest one of them all?" He asked you firmly and you looked at him.

"He was 60, I was 20 at the time" he took a deep breath as the thought of some sixty year old dude fucking his darling girl bothered him too deeply. He knew your state of mind, you craved safety and you were too vulnerable, these men must have gauged that "I heard that he died last year of a heart attack..are you okay?" You asked him and he nodded.

"I'm just so jealous, I'm burning green right now but I'm also worried because these men, they just..they shouldn't have done that..they should have stopped you" you pressed your lips onto him to kiss him, he seemed as if he'd hyperventilate.

"It's okay, nobody forced me, nobody has ever done that except Steve, all those men that I fucked, I approached them, I made a move, I seduced them like I tried to do with you" your eyes teared up so he got you on top of him and held you tightly. You're too innocent for your own good.

"I don't judge you for choosing an escape sweetheart, you'll never get any judgment from me I promise" he laid you on the other side of him and his lips stayed on yours, he'd mumble between the kisses and then he'd kiss you again.

"Thank you ..you don't have to be jealous, none of them really touched me, they just fucked me" his eyes teared up but he smiled. You're so broken but he wanted to piece you back together, he knew he made you so happy and how much you trusted him, he never wanted to hurt you again but then he wasn't sure what the future would bring, he wanted to be as careful as possible until you're both away from here.

"So you never fell in love with one of your bodyguards?" He asked you and you smiled.

"Well there was one bodyguard I actually did think I would fall in love with. I wasn't that attracted to him but he was really nice to me, he took care of me and flirted with me, he wasn't mine but Steve's bodyguard. I heard their conversation at a party and that's when I realized that Steve paid him extra to play pretend with me, make me fall in love so he could get him to break me later. I should have known that Steve put him up to it so he could hurt me further, it never made sense to me why this guy even was into me" his jaw clenched as you said that. What kind of psychopathic monster was this loser Steve and for what? He could only imagine how badly it must have hurt for you to realize that you were being played,

"Did you confront him? The bodyguard?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"I tried to not create a scene, he wasn't worth crying for, at first when you started to care about me, I thought Steve had done it again but then I realized that you'd never do such a thing to me, I feel so safe with you lo" he placed several kisses on your neck as he hummed.

"I'd never hurt you like that darling, they can't buy me, you're safe with me I promise, luckily that bodyguard isn't here anymore or I'd punch the heck out of him" you chuckled as he said that. You'd love for him to punch that asshole.

"Well you'll see him when he comes back with Steve" his eyes widened as that's when he realized that you were talking about Bucky. Bloody sellout, he knew men like him only lived for money and status. You saw him lost in his thoughts so you planted another kiss on his soft lips "Hey..It's okay it's been like two years don't worry"

As you slept in his arms, he couldn't stop thinking about everything you told him just now. Even after getting hurt so cruelly you opened your heart for him, you allowed him to get in and like a heartless moron he did the same thing to you. He gave you attention and took it away suddenly, he made you cry and hurt for days and even though you forgave him, it was hard for him to forgive himself.

He was so enraged with your father and your good for nothing fiance, how could they fail you like this, break you so much that you threw yourself into the arms of every other man, hurt you so bad that you wanted to kill yourself.

He wiped his tears and tightened his arm around you, he wanted to keep you so protected that no man will be able to hurt you ever again. But he was scared, so scared.

After two hours when you woke up he was still asleep, he was snoring softly once in a while and that looked really cute so you clicked a picture of him just to stare at it later whenever you'd miss him.

You perched yourself on your elbow and your fingers trailed over his sharp features, he was a light sleeper.

"Mmmmm watching me sleep? that's so creepy miss" you chuckled as you heard his groggy voice, it got even deeper and huskier. You kissed him on the lips softly and he hummed..

"I love sleeping with you" he lifted his head up to kiss you again and placed one of his arm behind his head, the other played with your hair as he tucked them behind your ear

"I love sleeping with you too, is my baby hungry?" He asked you and you nodded. You definitely did feel hungry, your appetite was starting to increase because of the proper meals you were having.

"I want to eat pizza" your voice was so meak and you looked down so he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.

"We will get Pizza then baby" you shook your head as you heard that and your eyes teared up,

"I can't ..I had burger recently, it's not good"

"Hey what have i said about that hmm? I have told you I won't let you risk your health right?" He asked you so you nodded.

"We will workout tomorrow I promise okay? When was the last time you had it?" He asked you as you sniffled.

"It's been two years" he wrapped his arms around you instantly as soon as he heard that and sat up with you.

"That's it we are eating pizza and you don't have to feel guilty you hear me?" He told you as he rocked you side to side in his arms.

"I'll take care of you baby, you trust me?" He asked you so you nodded furiously. His heart swelled and he was afraid it would burst if you continue to be so adorable like this.

"Good girl..let me order it then we can have it, you want to watch a movie?"You smiled at the mention of the movie as you knew the perfect place. You grabbed his hand and took him to the third floor,

"Okay where are we going?" He chuckled as he allowed you to drag him behind you.

"Movie" his eyes widened as you took him to a home theater, it had everything in there. Big projector screen, comfortable convertible chair that even had a massager installed in it. A vending machine on the side for snacks and drinks. Everything.

You made him sit down as you grabbed two bears and some snacks. You connected Netflix to the projector and asked him to pick a movie,

"Does this mansion have everything?" He asked you and you nodded

"Almost"

You spent the next few hours laughing and giggling. He took you back to the room when It was time for you to eat. You couldn't have been happier, you wanted to spend the rest of your life like this, you didn't even know how good it felt to be loved so selflessly.

However your plan to spend three beautiful days with him was ruined when Steve came back early the next day, and he wasn't alone, he brought his awful sister Katlyn and she also brought someone else with her.

Someone you didn't think you'd ever see again.

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delphi-dreamin · 1 year

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💋 Lipstick or Gloss?

Inspired by this post by @delirious-donna (I hope you don't mind the tag!)

Warning(s): face fucking (last part), gn!MC (pronouns you/your), reader described as wearing tights (first part) and makeup (lipstick/gloss throughout, mascara in last part)

Pairings: Lucifer x reader, Asmodeus x reader, Beelzebub x reader, Belphegor x reader

Lucifer - Bare Lips

It's late when you finally return home after your night out at The Fall with your succubus friends, a little worse for wear with drink and giggling like a child at your own stumbling gait. Your shoes had been abandoned long ago in favor of walking home in just your tights, so when you make it into the entrance hall and nearly slip, the giggles are much louder than you intend.

"You're loud enough to wake the dead," Lucifer chides from the top of the stairs, his arms crossed but with no venom in his tone. He removes his glasses from their perch on the tip of his nose and slips them into his breast pocket. He descends the stairs with all the grace of a jungle cat, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He pulls your body flush against his with a hand placed at the small of your back, then takes a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wipes away your smudged lipstick. It makes your heart flutter, the care he takes in removing all of the bright red from your lips, how he gently caresses them with the tips of his fingers after they're bare once again. The way his thumb lingers on your lower lip as he holds your fiery gaze.

But when he hooks one long finger under your chin and wordlessly lifts your face to his, capturing your dried and cracking lips with his soft, demanding ones, it sets your body alight. Heat pools in your belly and between your legs and you clutch at his waistcoat, his arms, anywhere to try to pull him impossibly closer.

Blood rushing in your ears and knees getting weak, you whimper when he pulls away. But he only chuckles and lifts you into his arms, murmuring into your ear, "Come to bed, love. We can continue this there."

Asmodeus - Lipstick

The text you'd received from the Avatar of Lust had merely said to meet him in his room ASAP. You weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it definitely wasn't an entire new lipstick line laid out on his vanity with a ringlight and camera set up.

"Asmo, what's all this?" you laugh, gesturing to the vanity.

"It's Death K2's newest lipstick line, darling!" Asmodeus gushes, a brilliant smile gracing his lovely features. "You promised to try them with me, remember?"

You'd actually forgotten, but you don't have the heart to tell him. So instead you nod enthusiastically, your smile maybe just a bit too wide. "I didn't think they'd be out yet!" you exclaim.

Asmodeus is practically vibrating as he explains, "They sent me a promo kit! We get to try them early and post pictures on Devilgram!"

"Let's get to it, then," you chuckle.

Asmo has you sit in the chair in front of the vanity while he picks out the first two colors the two of you will try. He applies one to himself before turning to you, a berry pink with a slight shimmer that looks absolutely stunning on him. When he turns to you, the mischief in his grin is unmistakable.

"Close your eyes," he demands, holding the lipstick tube behind his back. You don't bother to say that you can see the tube in the mirror, only do as is requested of you and close your eyes.

The cushion dips under you as Asmo's weight settles on your lap and you can't help grinning, grabbing him delicately by the hips to keep him balanced. He wiggles a bit before giggling and telling you to part your lips for him. You do as you're told and allow him to apply the lipstick, only opening when he tells you it's okay.

He's chosen a peachy color for you. It's not necessarily a color you would have chosen for yourself, but you have to admit it doesn't look terrible. Death K2's lipsticks have a habit of changing slightly to compliment your skin tone, though.

After Asmo snaps a quick selfie with you, you find yourself caught up in his embrace, his lips working feverishly against yours as his hands tangle in your hair and his hips grind down on yours. You'd known this would be the end result. You just hadn't expected it so soon.

He pulls away just as your heart begins to hammer and tension starts to knot in your abdomen, his fangs glinting dangerously as he wipes at the smeared lipstick at the edges of his lips. The peach and berry have mixed beautifully into a shimmery deep pink. He positions the two of you in one more pose and snaps a photo before putting his D.D.D. away.

Beelzebub - Flavored Lipgloss

"We can take more later," he says with a wink, wiggling his hips again.

You met Beel outside the locker room, unable to contain your excitement at the team's win. His wide grin matches your own as he lifts you into his arms for a tight hug, spinning you around until you're both breathless from laughter. The team is still funneling out of the door, so you wave at them all as they go, congratulating them and telling them individually how great they were on the field.

They'd grown to expect you outside the locker room after all their games. Some of them even managed to hug you before Beel got to you sometimes, accepting your compliments and your affection while they were able. Because Beel isn't necessarily possessive, but he doesn't like you smelling like other demons (who aren't his brothers, of course).

After the last of his teammates vacates the locker room, Beel whisks you inside, locking the door behind you. He sits on one of the benches, pulling you down to straddle his hips.

"You were amazing tonight, Beel," you giggle, feeling the excitement like champagne bubbles in your chest. You always love watching him play fangol. He knows you love watching him win even more.

His hair is still damp from the showers as you run your hands through it, droplets running down the backs of your hands as you grip it tight and bring his face to yours. His kiss is hungry, his tongue feverishly exploring your plush lips and a deep hum of appreciation rumbling in his chest. He pulls back to grin at you.

"Mm, strawberry," he sighs, licking his lips.

Belphegor - Lipstick (+ Mascara)

When you get back to the House, you expect to find Lucifer still awake, maybe Levi. You don't expect to find Belphie waiting for you in your room, flipping through your record collection.

"Hey?" you greet him, the question obvious in your tone. Why is he here?

"You're back," he says simply, turning to smile at you. It doesn't reach his eyes and you feel heat rising in your face. You recognize the intense, almost angry, look in his violet eyes, the stiff way he holds his shoulders, and the way the shadows wrap around him, making him look bigger than you know he is.

"Why are you in my room, Belphie?" you ask, knowing the answer before you even ask.

His dead-eyed smile twists into a malicious grin. "I couldn't sleep. I thought you might be able to help me."

Helping Belphie sleep usually means one thing and one thing only. So with a sigh and an amused roll of your eyes, you drop to your knees in front of him and open your mouth, quirking a single snarky eyebrow at him. His pants are around his ankles and his heavy dick is on your tongue before you can blink.

You relax your jaw and throat as he threads his fingers through your hair, giving a few slow, experimental thrusts to get you ready. You hum around him encouragingly as he slides further into your warm mouth with a sigh. You keep your eyes on him, managing the barest of grins as his bliss begins to become apparent on his tired face.

His grip on your hair tightens, seeing the grin in your eyes, and his pace quickens. As you begin to gag and choke, tears forming in your beautiful eyes, he groans and his eyes roll back.

He continues to speed up, watching with wonder as the tears stream down your cheeks, leaving black stripes in their wake. Your bright lipstick is smeared around your lips and on his shaft as he continues to pump into your gorgeous mouth and it's all he can do not to shoot cum down your throat right then and there. But he pulls back, giving you room to breathe before he fills your mouth and throat, gently rubbing your neck until you swallow every drop.

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