#i don’t know i just. think he can do a great king ya know?

[yonemurishiroku]

The prince is overrated. So: Royal AU in which Nico is a King.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hazbin Boys x reader- Comfort ❤️‍🩹

This is a request from an anon- hazbin boys comforting reader with depression/mental illness. Includes Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and just a dab of Alastor. Original request here + a heart felt message from yours truly 💌

TW: depression, mental illness, sickeningly sweet fluff

Notes: gn!reader, NSFW during Angel’s part 18+ plz

Lucifer 🍎

Oh my goodnessssssss, prepare to be treated like absolute royalty.

I’m talking foot rubs, back rubs, playing with your hair

Not only will he make you food, he’ll literally try to feed you and offer you sweet praises when you do eat. Eating can be a real chore sometimes…

“Good job, my love. It’s gonna be okay…okay?”

I think Luci is pretty touchy in general, but when you’re down in the dumps, he gets extra clingy and touchy

He’ll pretty much constantly have a hand on you- holding your hand, a hand on your back, a gentle rub on your shoulder

Will unfurl his wings and drag you close to him in bed, wrapping his arms and silky feathers around you as he lulls you to sleep

Like imagine a midday depression nap all tangled up with Luci, curtains drawn so the room is nice and dark, the temp is perfect, the bed is hugging you just as good as your babe next to is. Ugh. Plz, I want this. I need this.

Will try to gently coax you out of bed and try to get you out of the house. He knows it won’t be easy for you but he thinks getting you cleaned up, dressed and out doing something fun you’ll feel a bit better. You’ll at least be distracted from your sadness for a bit.

He’s so kind and nonjudgmental too. He gets it completely. He has depression too. Even the king of hell deals with mental illness, okay? Mental illness does not discriminate

He’ll offer the best advice he can muster up, using his own experiences to help you out of your funk

All in all, he’s just an absolute sweet pea. So doting, so caring.

Angel Dust 🕸️

Also has mental illness, also gets it completely.

KING OF DISTRACTIONS

Angel is a sweet boy but I don’t think he’d be too great at offering advice…

So he does his best to distract you from your feelings, doing whatever it takes to get you to smile, even just for a second.

Will ask you what you want to do first, whatever will make you happy, he’ll go along with it.

If you insist on rotting in bed, he’ll probably respectfully pull you out of bed, tell you “this ain’t good for ya, babe” and force you to go do something fun, something relaxing, something for yourself

Sorry not sorry but he’ll def offer to cheer you up by fucking you, letting you fuck him, eating you out, sucking your dick. Go ahead, take your stress out on him, he can take it ;)

Also the king of self care.

SPA DAY SPA DAY SPA DAY

Will draw you and him a bath, rub your shoulders while you sit in the warm water together, will even wash your hair for you

Forces you to wear a face mask with him lmao

“C’mon, (Y/N)! Lemme paint ya nails! You’ll look sooooo cuuuuuute~”

Expect lots of touching and kisses with him at night, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping

Rubs your back, rubs your arms, will rub gentle circles on your butt if you’ll let him, kisses your head, kisses your cheeks, kisses your nose

ALL THE KISSESSSSSS 💋💋💋

Husk 🃏

Okay listen…this guy is obvi a great listener and he’s pretty good at giving advice. Honestly, he’s probably the best person to go to.

Husk is an old soul, he’s pretty wise, has a lot of life experience, death experience, his own experience with mental illness and even addiction.

He could just listen to you talk for hours, waiting for you to pause before he replies. He’d never interrupt. He’s so patient with you 🥹

Will keep a close eye on you and any new habits you’ve seemed to pick up. He fixes his own issues with booze but he’s the type to say “do as I say, not as I do”

Won’t let you spiral into addiction like he did…it’s not an option.

I think Husk would be a good mix of “Come here, give Husker a hug. It’s alright, hun. Let’s go take a little nap, yeah?” and “Hey, I know what’ll cheer ya up!” *proceeds to show you the coolest, craziest magic tricks*

He’s a good balance of comfort and distraction

Anything he can do to help, just say the word

Will tell you funny shit he’s seen the folks around the hotel do just to see you laugh for a moment

“One time, Angel was walking right in front of the bar at like 7 in the morning and tripped over literally nothing and face planted! I had the best seat in the house. It was hilarious.”

This is my own personal headcanon, idk why but I feel like Husk can cook really well. He’d totally make you food, even bring it to you in bed if you don’t feel like getting up

Will absolutely let you play with him like a kitten, won’t even be upset about it. Play with his ears, give him pets, let his fur be your stim toy, let his purr soothe your achy heart

Sir Pentious 🐍

Plzzzz, he’s such a simp. I love this slippery, special little guy 💚

Big on cuddles! Will cuddle you all day, all night if you want. Loves the physical contact, and loves it even more when he can feel you relax a bit against him.

Will make his eggs boys do anything for you. Whatever you want, you tell them and they’ll happily oblige.

Kinda random but I think he’d be the type to try and pull silly little pranks on ppl around the hotel just to get you to laugh. He’s such a silly goose omg

He doesn’t really understand what you’re going through so he’ll just keep asking you what he can do, how he can help, what you want, what you need from him.

He doesn’t get it but he’ll do anything for you.

When you’re feeling particularly lazy and it’s extra hard to leave your bed, he’ll literally carry you around. Just lounge in his arms, darling, he’ll take you wherever you need to go. Don’t need to go anywhere? Fine, you’re gonna come along with him to do his daily tasks. Sit in his lap and just watch as he works.

Just wants to keep you close. He can’t stand the thought of you being alone when you feel like this. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he wants you close.

Unless you insist on having some alone time or needing some space. Again, whatever you need from him, you got it.

Although, he may get a little teary eyed and pouty when he leaves you. Can’t stop thinking about you all day and probably comes and checks on you several times.

Vox 🖥️

“CANCEL MY MEETINGS, HOLD ALL MY CALLS, TELL EVERYONE IM NOT RESPONDING TO EMAILS UNTIL TOMORROW!”

Guy needs to focus on his baby right now. You are his top priority, everything else can wait. You are just too precious to put on the back burner.

Will be sure to tell Val and Velvette to leave you two alone. He doesn’t want them upsetting you any more than you already are.

This man has his assistants waiting on you hand and foot. He’s gonna stay in your bed with you, cuddled up with tons of blankets, both in your pajamas as you watch movies while ordering his staff to bring you whatever it is you desire.

Will eventually yank you out of bed bc he can’t stay still for too long but you’re coming with him. Wants to keep you company always

In public, Vox isn’t the most romantic or touchy. He’s a busy man with a huge reputation to uphold. While he would never completely ignore you and he’s no ashamed to show some PDA with you, you sort of always find yourself following in his shadow when he’s hard at work.

Once he sees how much your mental health is affecting you, he becomes much more attentive, much more protective of you.

He’ll hold your hand or keep his arm around you when out and about. Will give you a gentle kiss and a prideful smile before getting on set for a news shoot.

If you’re having a particularly hard day, everyone get out of the way! Hes taking the day off, he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks.

You are too important to him. Without you, what good would all his accomplishments be? Without you, who would he share all this with?

He needs you to stick around 🩵

Alastor🩸

I think Alastor would be absolutely clueless but he’d try his best nonetheless!

He’d also be one to try and distract you.

Wanna go to cannibal town and visit Rosie? She’ll help cheer you up! She’s a great listener with tons of good advice to give

Will reluctantly invite you into his room and lead you to the half of it that looks like a swamp/forest. He will take off his coat and sit in the grass with you, staying silent but watching you look around in awe.

He’s got lots of cool powers and will summon or manifest little things here that he thinks will bring a smile to your face.

Summons little lightning bugs to carefully dance around your face, holds back from slaughtering a deer that’s approaching just so you can admire it from afar, will watch with a genuine smile as you lay back in the grass and relax to the sound of crickets chirping and light jazz music.

If you asked…he might give you a hug. Might.

Also sends his shadow to check up on you every so often but if you notice this, he will deny it with all his might.

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 6)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer wants you to be the Mother of his child. Rated E bc Explicit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

((This one fought me so hard, I just wanna get it out there and I’ll proof-read it later I’m sorry.))

The first time didn’t take, as you’d come to learn 3 days post-coitus with the Devil. It had left you bereft, not exactly disappointed but also not certain if you should go out and buy 150% proof alcohol to mark the occasion. 

You settled for enough wine to dull your senses before sending a text with your Hellphone. The fact that inter-dimensional phone lines were possible was simply added to the list of not-even-gonna-think-about-it of things that came with your new reality. 

A blood-curdling shriek from your pocket made you curse as you dove for it. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey-yy!” Lucifer responded cheerfully before clearing his throat. “So it um… it didn’t work?” 

“Unless being pregnant with hellspawn looks and feels exactly like my time of the month, no. It didn’t.” You said. 

He sighed on the other end, air blowing through the receiver and fucking up already poor reception. “Okay. Shit. Well, maybe we can work something else out—”

“I’ll just text you when it’s over and we can try again.” You replied as you leaned back against your headboard. 

“You-you wanna try again?” Lucifer’s surprise made your eyes roll.

“Yeah, just give me a couple days.” You’d felt a wave of fatigue crashing over you.

Suddenly you were boneless, barely able to even hold the phone up to your ear. Lucifer’s hesitant delight barely registered yet you could imagine him behind closed eyelids, smiling crookedly with those ivory fangs. 

“Y-I-uh, ok great! That works for me if it works for you!” He practically shouted. “Do you need anything in the meantime?”

“‘Mmmmffh, a nap.” Lucidity snapped back for a moment as you eyed the phone in your peripheral. “Also please don’t call or text me. I’m gonna throw this thing out the window if I have to hear someone screaming bloody murder one more time.” 

—

Lucifer being startled by the ringing of his Hellphone wasn’t at all peculiar. 

However — 

The sound of a love song, though tinny and compartmentalized to the King of Hell’s coat pocket, made Asmodeus perk up. 

He glanced down to see his diminutive brother rush for the device like his life depended on it. It was easy to feign polite indifference as Lucifer excused himself from the cafe table for a moment, but by the time the King had returned, Asmodeus was leaning forward expectantly. 

“That’s new.” He said. 

Lucifer looked up wildly, as if he’d been caught snatching aphrodisiacs from Ozzie’s own stores.

       “Huh, wha? What’s new?” He laughed off the embarrassment, re-taking his seat.

Asmodeous sipped from his teacup, clocking the many idiosyncrasies Lucifer displayed.

       He was flustered, still gripping the phone between his claws, and had perched on the edge of his seat so that he could bounce a leg against the ground. 

“Love songs aren’t your usual style, babe.” The Prince spoke casually, but his eyes were bright.

It was delightful to see Lucifer stiffen as soon as he realized what his companion referred to. One of the best about the short King was how easy he was to tease, if you asked the Embodiment of Lust himself. 

        “Didn’t know you were finally getting out there, Louie.” Ozzie teased. “Were you gonna keep it a secret? Even from me?”

“Oh n— out there? Me?! Ha! No!” Lucifer shook his hand fiercely. “I’m not — it’s not like that! We’re not dating! I mean, some might see it like that but a lot of others wouldn’t! She wouldn’t… probably!  It’s, ya see, actually — I — ahem, ah…” 

His embarrassment grew into something stranger, more conflicted and melancholy. The teasing smirk on Asmodeus’s face flattened. 

“It’s complicated.” He finished, looking down at his phone as if it were the sole reason for his sudden misery. 

Ozzie wasn't soft on many (in fact he’d argue that being hard was his speciality) but his brother was one of the few. 

The much larger Sin rested a hand against Lucifer’s back. “You wanna talk about it?”

—

The days that followed blurred together, monotony of aches and pains broken only by an insatiable libido. It was as if the promise of sex after this, however unfulfilling it might be, was the only thing keeping you alive. 

Lucifer’s bizarre consideration held up over that time, surprising you enough that when it was time to give him a ring, you weren’t as dread-filled as you could’ve been. 

        He did, however, arrive in your home via furnace suspiciously quickly upon making contact with you again. His normally pristine suit and and impeccably coiffed hair were ruffled and singed, like he’d made a mad dash to get to you. 

“Hell-Oh!” Lucifer had practically squeaked as you dragged him out by the lapels. 

You’re so pent up that it’s hardly a surprise when you find yourself sitting on his lap, having manhandled the short King onto your couch. 

His cold, smooth skin was still alien, but you powered through the initial aversion to chase after that zing that came with kissing him. It was addictive, even with the fear of being cut by his sharp teeth in the back of your mind. 

Despite yourself, you took a second to break away and breathe. 

Beneath you, Lucifer was positively flushed. His shiny, wet lips were parted in wordless awe, and eyes glazed over in his daze. 

“Fuck.” He croaked. 

You smirked, gripping onto the blond hair that had already been mussed and abused by overeager hands. Pointedly, you slid back and forth on his trembling lap. There was no way to ignore the hardness at his inner thigh. 

—

The first drag of his cock against your walls made you shudder, arching as your head fell back. 

Lucifer whined in his seat, claws digging into the plush of your thighs. The pain heightened the feeling of being stabbed twice, making your lower belly tremble. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fffffff —” His cries were so good, you couldn’t stop from grinding down onto him. “You feel so good. So. Good. You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart. I can't.”

“That’s ok.” You slurred, hands coming up to wrap loosely around his neck. “We can work on that.” 

Lucifer opened his mouth, but you were already planting kisses against the corner of lips mouth, his cherry-spotted cheeks, the line of his jaw and the pulse beneath his ear.

—

Your hands were focused on exploring the planes of Lucifer’s chest and shoulders. He wasn’t muscular — or tall, obviously, but the lithe body intertwined with yours was more than easy on the eyes. 

“You can touch.” It was hardly fair that yours were the only hands busy. The ruler of Hell was flat beneath you, artificial light from your bedroom lamp casting shadows on his marble chest. 

Lucifer’s mulberry-dappled lids remained low, highlighting the yellow glow of his eyes. His claws slid up your hips, reverently tracing your frame as you bounced lightly. 

“If you insist, princess.” 

He was more coy after the first few rounds, an easier grin sliding across his face. The trembling touches against your breasts spoke of the still-nervous creature you’d first been introduced to.

—

Daylight was waning again when you found knelt, back pressed against Lucifer’s chest. He fucked into you wildly, teeth pressed into your bare shoulder. 

The thought of him biting into you didn’t sound so frightful anymore. In fact the image set butterflies off in your stomach. 

That and the way he held you close, wrapped vice-like around you like a boa constrictor. 

“No baby, don’t go yet!” When you squirmed, Lucifer nuzzled into the side of your neck, breathing heavy. “Just like this. Please, baby.”

He pleaded into your neck, grip tightening to where you couldn’t breathe. 

— 

“Here.” You guided his hand, settling it between your legs. 

Lucifer’s thrusts had grown shallow and uneven, but hadn’t quite stopped. He seemed entranced, watching as you positioned his thumb over the bundle of nerves just above where you two were joined. 

“Gently. Watch your claws.” You murmured along with your hands-on teaching. 

When you felt he’d gotten the message, you sighed and concentrated on the circular motion against your clit. Lucifer remained attentive, moving clockwise as the pace he’d started before picked up again. 

In moments you tensed, pleasure sparking along your pubic bone. It built up as your eyes closed, head tipped back as you let yourself enjoy the pressure both inside and out. Your hips jerked upward of their own accord, core trembling and cunt spasming. 

Your partner whimpered at the new intensity, which only egged you on. Before you knew it, you two were rocking into a chaotic rhythm. 

With slit eyes, you saw Lucifer looking down at you, flustered yet rapt over your every little response.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. 

You nodded. “Mm-hm.”

It was difficult. You could feel the tension in your belly contracting, the heat and pressure building against your clit. The feeling was mounting to where you couldn’t help your keens, your moans, your whimpers. 

It ended with a choked sigh. You arched from the bed, head falling back as you let your legs tremble and shake around him. The convulsions pulled the Devil in deeper, and the feel of him was enough to make your eyes roll back in your skull beneath fluttering eyelids. Another gush came at the thought of being so full you could feel it in your stomach. 

          Lucifer watched. His face was nearly as red as the apple that adorned his hat, knocked off of your bedside table. He had the expression of someone seeing a falling star for the first time. Stunned, eyes gleaming, unable to comprehend something despite how beautiful it was.  

The former Angel lowered himself to capture your mouth with his own. He pressed luxuriant kisses to your lips, all while his hips stuttered between your thighs until he was humping into you, refusing to separate skin from skin. 

His release was coupled with a heated groan, muffled by the slide of your tongue against his. You were glowing inside out, warmth blooming in your core as you held onto Lucifer tightly. 

— 

The woman had invited you up into her tree. It was a different tree from the last, not bearing any fruit but lush with green needles and strong boughs that wouldn’t break. 

She looks over her shoulder at you cheekily. “Aren’t you glad you decided to join me?”

You playfully scoff and roll your eyes. “You don’t need to be so smug about it.” 

“Oh I think I do.” The blonde tilted in your direction, arms coming to wrap around you. “I won.”

You stay that way, watching the nettles shake in the passing breeze. 

“Everyone loves a winner.” She says at your side.

You frown. “I love you no matter what.” 

The woman sighs. 

“You might not always.” 

—

Light humming woke you from your doze, along with the repeated motion of something against your cheek. 

It wasn’t until you’d opened your eyes that you realized it was Lucifer humming and caressing your cheek tenderly. He was nose(less) to nose with you, seemingly admiring your face slackened with sleep. 

“What’s that from?” You rasped. 

“Hmm?” The King stroked an errant hair behind your ear. 

“It’s a movie.” You continued, repeating the notes in your head. “Right? It’s from a musical…”

“You like musicals?” Lucifer asked, seemingly surprised. Fangs poked out of his close-lipped smile, and he looked goofier than ever before. 

You copied him, helpless to how silly he made everything. “What’s not to like?”

The lightbulb went off. “Oh! Cabaret. That’s where it’s from.” 

“Yeah!” Lucifer moved even closer, the flat of his face pressing against your nose as he nuzzled you for guessing the right answer. “It’s kinda old, isn’t it? How’d you guess?”

“Psh, you think my threshold for pop culture is only as long as the last ten years?” You teased, arm skating down his side so that you could pinch his behind. 

“Hey!”

***

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[lovebugism]

for fictober, maybe making matching halloween costumes with steve and he says smth like "ur costume looks great" ?

ty for requesting!! — steve gets all "king steve"-y about halloween and you make him eat his words (established relationship, fluff, mentions of smut 18+, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Lying over Steve’s bare body, you sprinkle kisses to the blossoming pink marks on his neck. He tastes clean and boyish — like the mint of his aftershave, the salt of his sweat, and the faintest hint of sex still lingering in the air.

His calloused palms smooth up and down your naked waist under the plaid comforter you lay beneath. He noses at your hair, a faint smile on his face. He never knew a person could be so content.

“Mm… Halloween’s coming up, you know?”

“Mhm?” you hum absentmindedly against his neck, continuing your gentle assault there. You don’t want him to think you’re not listening, but the taste of his skin on your tongue is much louder than the words spilling from his kissed mouth.

“We should probably come up with a costume, don’t ya think?”

Your lips smack audibly when you part from his neck. You blink at him with glassy eyes, mouth swollen and parted in bemusement. “Seriously, Steve?” you monotone. “You’re not even soft yet.”

“I know, but it’s stressing me out,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back — looking not unlike he had just moments ago. “It’s been keeping me up a night, babe. Seriously.”

A crooked smile blossoms slowly on your lips. You shake your head with a shrug, entertaining him despite yourself. “Why don’t you and Robin dress up together?”

“Because she wanted to go as the twins from The Shining. Like a freak.”

“I personally would love to see you in a skimpy dress, all covered in blood,” you confess in a teasing inflection, though your mischievous grin is more sincere.

Steve’s features fall flat as he deadpans. “Of course you would. ‘Cause you’re also a freak.”

Your smile widens. You lean further in to kiss him with it — a firm and languid peck you try to deepen. He pulls away before you can, looking just as pained by it as you do. “Stop being hot, it’s distracting me.”

“Dress up however you want, Steve. I don’t care—”

“I care,” he insists, brows raised and eyes wild. “We have to dress up together—”

“Why?”

“‘Cause we’re a couple, and we love each other, and I…”

Your eyes narrow when he trails off. “And you what?”

He gets all awkward, flustered and shifting beneath you. One of his fidgeting hands leaves your side to swipe through his wild, sweat-damp hair. He stammers through the words, trying to figure out the best way to say them. “And I… have a reputation that… makes these things sorta important. That’s all.”

“Right,” you hum sarcastically, nodding slowly in return.

“It just takes genuine consideration, okay? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” you lilt with your head tilted to your bare shoulder. Your fingers continue to draw absentminded patterns on his scruffy chest. “I’m glad to know that my boyfriend — who graduated high school two years ago — still needs everyone’s applause to live.”

Steve meets your sweet smile with a squint. “You can’t be mean to me like that. You know it turns me on.”

Your grin grows into a more sincere expression. You peck his soft pout too quickly for him to kiss you back. You’re rolling off of him a second later. He whines at the loss of you, immediately cold without the warm weight of your naked body. 

“What— where are you going?” Steve complains as you pad across the living room, still totally bare.

“Close your eyes,” you command without looking back at him.

“What?”

“Close your eyes!”

With your hand on the knob of the closet door, your glance over your shoulder to make sure he isn’t peeking. When you’re certain he’s obeyed you, you rifle through the hung clothes there. It smells like his cologne, your perfume, and an old house — domestic bliss. 

You find your and his old Scoops Ahoy uniforms smashed together in the very back. The red, white, and blue sailor’s outfit sends a pang of warm nostalgia bursting in your stomach. The hanger thumps against the wall when you tug his off of it.

You look back again, finding Steve with his nose scrunched and one eye peeking open. It only confuses him more, finding you halfway hidden in your shared closet.

“Keep ‘em closed, Harrington!”

He abides, rather quickly after having been caught so suddenly. “Is this a surprise? ‘Cause I’m not mad about it, but… I’m still a little confused.”

“You’ll see…” you trail off with a mischievous inflection.

The heavy cotton of the uniform slides over you with ease, all but swallowing you whole. You roll the bright blue shorts at the hem so they aren’t as long on you, tucking the oversized top within itself just the same. The white hat sits lopsided on your head, just as wrinkled as the rest of it. Thesewn-in nametag sits just above your breast.

“Okay. Open your eyes,” you announce, finally.

Steve’s honey gaze flutters open. He’s confused at first, then shocked, then somewhat pleasantly surprised. He blinks at you for several long moments, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

You hold your arms out beside yourself, doing a little spin so he can get every angle of you. “Do you like?” you question with a knowing twinkle in your eye.

He nods until the words to answer you catch up to him. “Yeah. I like. I like very much, actually.”

It isn’t a whole lot unlike seeing you in his clothes, which has happened hundreds of times by now. His favorite sweater’s lying in a crumbled ball on the floor this very moment from where he’d pulled it off of you earlier. 

But something about this drives him unusually wild. 

It’s the nostalgia, perhaps. He fell in love with you at Scoops, and now you’re wearing his uniform, bare underneath it, just to appease him.

“So, there. We settled it,” you concede with a grin as you walk back to the bed again. “See how easy that was…” you trail off when you crawl back on the mattress, gravitating towards Steve like you were destined to do it.

His chin juts back when you try to kiss him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa— what’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “It means I’ll go as you, and you’ll go as me.”

“But then why wouldn’t you just wear your uniform.”

“‘Cause then it wouldn’t be dressing up… I’d just be me from a year ago.”

Steve’s honey eyes remain in a puzzled squint. His chiseled features are twisted, still confused in his way. “But there’s no way I’m fitting in your uniform.”

“Yeah. It’ll be super tight, and the skirt will be super short,” you nod before a wide grin tugs slow at the corners of your kissed mouth. Your tongue peeks from behind your teeth, smile glittering with a girlish giddiness. “You’ll look like a total slut.” 

Steve’s scrunched brows raise at the mischievous expression. “And I’m guessing that’s a good thing?”

You smile at your oblivious boy, cupping his face in your hands until his cheeks squish together. “Yes, Stevie. That’s a very, very good thing.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Who would you think would most likely to baby trap their barling in Obey me? Take your top four pick and why?

The tactic of baby-trapping is a hefty one. One that pales in comparison to these devils' powers and connection to you with their pacts. In the devil dom, they already have an advantage over you anyway so this is more of a psychological thing. Whether it's to satisfy his psyche or to control yours these are my top picks…

Mammon

He is the avatar of greed 

who better than he to own you in a way that actually manifests a child

“Better off sticking with me! You’ll need my help to raise the coolest little copy of me!” 

Its honestly probably an accident 

But as long as he gets to keep you by his side so be it

At first, he’s just not fully aware of the responsibilities that come with having a baby

And boy is he winded

He can’t run out because you and Lucifer are willing to chain him down to help

So he’ll suffer the long nights and the wailing as you both just get used to raising an infant

But once he gets past the dread he’s elated

Not only does the love of his life stay by his side forever but he has a cute kid to prove it

He won’t tell you that though

“Hah?! Love ‘em? I tolerate the little booger at best! Hey! Don’t hold him like that, you’ve got to be gentle!”

A doting father to the max 

and even being more attentive if not more obsessive with you

“I bet you thought the great Mammon would leave you to rot! Fear not I only left to get takeout…and diapers.”

“Mammon!”

“...and the heads of those demons that were talkin’ bad about ya…”

“Mammon!”

“What?! It was on the way!”

Asmodeus

Oddly enough he does it because of self-esteem 

Whether it's yours or his it's up to you

If it's yours he’s just tired of you looking down on yourself

And using it as an excuse not to be with him

Well if you're so certain you're not the most gorgeous human in existence then why are you pregnant with the child of the most beautiful devil in devil dom

If it's not your self esteem it's his 

Your divine.

He knows it you know it

And so does everyone else 

He’s not afraid of you beating him

He’s afraid of the crowd that follows

“Wow (Y/n)-chan your so popular…they seem to like you an awful lot...”

He’s never felt so insecure about himself before

How will the world know your his 

…better than with a product of your bond

“Wow! Aren’t they the cutest?! They’ve got my looks!” 

Youtuber kid all the way

Your child is more likely to be on more magazine covers than their father himself

Which makes it harder to escape if that was ever an option in the first place

But that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t feel the need to pick off your most avid fans

Especially the fans and theorists that notice your worried gaze and the possessive hold on your hip

“Oya you really captured their emotions that way! Too bad we can’t have you ruining their Winter debutant. Don’t be too sad! You are having the most beautiful demon be the one to end your worthless ugly life.”

Barbatos

Even with your summoner status, he’s a tough demon to beat

The power of time and teleportation are on his side

Which can make for a maddening punishment if you try to escape him

“Oh, so you insist on running, then? Fine but I’m not privy to keep doing this with you.”

Its also just easier to keep your mind on him this way

Since you're so insistent on trying to run he might as well make it impossible for you to do so 

Emotionally at first

This doubles as his claim to ownership and a way to halt you from running ever again

As a butler to the king, everything he has is to serve his master

Even you are allowed to be in his possession its because his master lets him or doesn’t know

But a child

His and your child 

That's something he can fully own

It works with your mind as well

Leaving you to either make the heartless decision to abandon your child 

or to stay and have no choice but to grapple with this constant piece of him 

That is if he lets it get that bad

Again with time as a tool, he can make it so everything he says and does makes perfect sense

“Let’s have a baby, my love. It’d be death all over again if you won’t indulge me.” 

“Oh Barbs, I was thinking just the same!”

Diavolo

Has to be given the idea

It's not going to be his first thought

“Won’t that be cool! Then we could be together all the time! Just the three of us!”

Whether its Barbatos or you scoffing at his behavior something gives him the bright idea

Like most things, he’ll be upfront

He doesn’t really need to stake his claim 

He’s the prince of devil dom 

The very clothes on your back say you belong irrevocably to him

it's more like he believes it’ll make your relationship better

You’ll be more willing to have fun not run if your child demands it

Right?

“Wow! Good job you managed to get them all in perfect order!” 

“Good job!? They killed half the staff for a demented dominoes game!”

“...”

“That's a bad thing!”

“R-right! That's a bad thing just like your mother says!”

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Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader

a/n: yea... yea this is definitely just gonna be a silly fic so don't expect too much! anyway, have a fun read c: likes and reblogs are appreciated hehe

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i. Harmony So New

“Ugh… I know we’re all supposed to live in, like, harmony now, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the glitter…” Barb groans, referring to Debbie being covered in glitter again.

You chuckled, setting your guitar down by the couch. “You got invited to another party?”

Barb hums, reading the envelope before saying a soft ‘huh’. “Actually, this is for you. From former King Peppy, it says, " She says, handing the envelope to you. “Kinda weird if you ask me…”

You furrow your brows, taking it from her and ripping the paper to read the letter. As you read the content of the letter, you gasp. You read over the sentence again with wide eyes before placing a hand over your mouth.

“What? What is it? What did he say?” Barb asks, looking over the paper and attempt to read it upside down.

You pull it away and smile happily at Barb. “You remember my best friend that I told you I thought was taken away?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s alive!” You exclaim, posing with rockstar hands in the air with a grin. Barb stammers before making a quick ‘yeah!’ and striking the same pose.

“That’s great! Where’d they find her?” Barb asks, breaking from the pose to point at your letter on the floor.

“The letter said that I should just go to the location on the postcard to meet her…” You reply, pulling out a postcard for ‘Vacay Island’ from the envelope. “Haven’t seen this place.” You say looking at the picture.

“Think I’ve seen that sunset before… C’mon, I’ll get ya a ride.” Barb punches your shoulder and you smirk.

“Sunsets happen all the time, of course, you’ve seen that sunset before.” You remark.

“What the…” You mumble on the back of the motor, looking at the postcard to the identical sunset with the ‘Wish You Were Here’ even in the air.

“Told ya I’ve seen that sunset before!” Barb yells from in front of you as she drives to the cliff's edge at top speed.

You two cheer as you fly through the air and successfully land on the sand, continuing your drive up to this cantina.

“This where they told you to come?” Barb asks, parking the bike and removing her helmet. You remove yours too and set it on the seat.

“Yup.” You say, but you stop in your place and stare into the entrance of the cantina. You can hear singing, and you can deduce that the pop trolls are doing that.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Barb places a hand on your arm.

“I… What if she doesn’t remember me? Viva, I mean. Like, I- It’s been years since we last saw each other!” You doubt this possible reunion and take a step back. “What if I was left behind in her memory too..?” You mumble, looking down and cupping your hands.

“Hey, hey. Don’t say stuff like that, dude.” Barb reassures you, patting both your arms. “You two were best friends, right? Who’d forget a cool best friend like you? C’mon, have you seen me gettin’ amnesia about you?” She chuckles, and you let out a huffed laugh.

You raise your head with a small smile. “You’re right…”

“Let’s get in and let’s find your friend! I smell nachos, so we should get some too.” Barb lets go of your arms and casually walks forward. You watch her back for a bit before running up to her pace, entering the cantina together.

As you walk through the cantina filled with giant vacaytioners partying in the water, you hear a shriek.

“Viva! Viva, get up here! We’re in the baaaand!” Your eyes soften at the sound of someone else calling her name. Your eyes meet Barb’s before you two hurriedly try to get closer to the stage.

Another pop song plays by the time you reach the stage. There she is.

Your eyes water and your lips tremble, but you smile. “Oh my gosh, Barb, it’s her!” You excitedly point at your childhood best friend before placing your hands over your chest in relief.

“Crazy cool hair she’s got.” Barb gives a nod of approval.

You watch her perform with Queen Poppy and Branch, along with four other trolls you don’t remember seeing at the World Tour. They look related to Branch, considering they have the same skin color. Aside from that, one of them has dark green hair, the other has bright green, one of them has purple hair, and-

“Hey, I like that pink guy’s hair.” Barb comments when you reach the unfamiliar troll with pink hair in your head.

“Yeah, he kinda looks like us…” You comment. Actually, he looks a bit like cotton candy.

“But soft… Soft rock?” Barb turns to you confused.

“Is that a thing?” You raise a brow before you two shrug together. Your eyes go back to Viva as she and the others continue to perform.

When they strike a pose, the music stops, and the other trolls cheer. You watch her hug Queen Poppy, squealing with joy.

“That was so fantastamazing!” She laughs, giving Queen Poppy a tight hug.

Barb nudges you and then nods her head to Viva. You press your lips into a line nervously.

“You got this…” Barb whispers, patting a hand on your arm. “You weren’t left behind, I’m sure of it.”

Your eyes soften, and you smile at Barb. You look back at the stage and inhale deeply before stepping closer to the platform.

“Viva?” You call her name. She hears your voice and looks your way, setting Queen Poppy down.

“Oh my gosh, I have a fan already! This really is my dream life!” Viva squeals, rushing up to you and waving. “Hi, I can totally sign my autograph!”

Your chest tightens a bit when she doesn’t recognize you right away, but you keep up your smile. “Ah… Well, you could put it like that… But, Viva, don’t you remember me?”

“Huh?” She tilts her head with a raised brow. The other trolls on the stage are huddling and whispering to each other in your foresight.

“It’s me, Viva… Viva la amigas..?” You utter the phrase you two would tell each other as kids. She gasps, placing her hands over her mouth. Your eyes brighten, and your lips crack into a smile. She remembers.

“It’s you…” She says, reaching her hands out to you. She echoes your name when you interlock fingers. She squeals and pulls you up to the stage unexpectedly, squeezing you tightly in a hug. “It’s you! I thought I lost you too!”

You grin and hug her back, just as tight. “Viva, I can’t believe you’re alive!”

“I can’t believe you’re here! A-and, you look so..!” She sets you down and waves her hands up and down to refer to your appearance. “I don’t even recognize you!”

You chuckle and flip your hair. The rock trolls really did give you a makeover. Your hair’s more messy, and it’s two-toned. You highlighted your hair with your favorite color to give your natural hair some color. Your fashion is way different from the pop style; you’ve got more wear, tear, and spikes. You wear smokey eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara just like Barb taught you. You got a few piercings too. Yet you never really did anything with your vibrant skin, so you always stood out in a crowd of desaturated rock trolls.

“You look so cool!” Viva comments, and you laugh.

“Oh, stop, look at you! You look amazing, I love your hair!” You motion to it, and she giggles.

Queen Poppy approaches from behind Viva. “Uhh, do you know her Viva?” She asks.

“Oh, Poppy!” Viva says, stepping away from Poppy to wrap an arm around you. “This is my childhood best friend! I didn’t think she’d be here!”

“Oh!” The Queen says, surprised. “Well, hello! You already know who I am, but I’m Viva’s sis-”

“Sister? Yeah, I know. Veev told me all about you when we were kids, Queen Poppy.” You smirk.

She blinks and giggles, flicking a wrist at you. “A friend of Viva is a friend of mine! You can call me Poppy.” She says.

You smile and nod your head.

“Anyway, why are you here? I don’t remember sending invitations to the other trolls.” Poppy asks.

“Your father sent me an invite. I came as soon as I read it.” You explain. “Barb’s with me too.” You turn your head to where Barb should be but find her nowhere. Until you hear her rock’n’roll cry somewhere, and you see her munching on nachos.

“We have so much catching up to do! I can’t wait to go back home and talk to you all day again.” Viva says with a smile, but you frown. You take a step away.

“I… Viva, we have different homes now. I don’t live in Pop Village anymore.” You tell her, even motioning to yourself. “It’s not my home.”

“What…” Viva frowns. “But then, where do you stay?”

“I stay in Volcano Rock City. Barb took me in, and she made me one of her own, and I can’t thank her enough for it.” You smile gratefully, but you step forward to take Viva’s hand in yours.

“But how will we make candy necklaces we’ll never finish because we keep eating the candy..?”

“I’ll visit every weekend… I promise we’ll have enough time to catch up.” You reassure her, patting her hands in yours.

She looks at your conjoined hands for a moment before nodding her head. “Okay… I’ll see you every weekend.” She surprises you by pulling you into a hug again. “I’m just so happy to see you again.”

“Me too, amiga. Me too.” You hug her back.

“So… Are we expecting any other reunion?” The troll with dark green hair breaks the moment.

“Yeah, it’s like reunion season.” The one with purple hair adds. You and Viva slowly pull away from the hug.

“There are different kinds of trolls?” The one with bright green hair asks. You let out a small hum, crossing your arms.

“Yeah. There are loads of other trolls.” You comment.

“And you are a..?” The pink hair drags out his sentence for you to answer.

“I’m a rock troll.” You demonstrate by pulling your guitar to the front and playing a sick riff. “You,” you motion the headstock to the rest of them, “are pop trolls.” You smirk, placing your guitar back and introducing yourself.

The others follow. The dark green hair is John Dory, or you can call him JD; the light green hair is Clay; the purple hair is Bruce; and the pink hair is Floyd. Branch follows by introducing that these are his brothers. You hum in thought.

“Sick hair, Floyd. Ruffle it up, and you might just look like me.” You smirk, crossing your arms. His eye widens, and there’s a shy smile on his face.

“Thank you…” Your lashes flutter for a moment, surprised by how gentle his voice is.

“Man! You look so cool, I can’t believe Dad hid another secret from me! Other trolls, other music?” Viva throws her hands in the air before placing them on her hips, catching your attention. “I am so telling him off again later.”

You chuckle. “I wish I could stick around for it.”

Viva giggles and starts to drag you to the bar where Barb is eating nachos, passing by that pink-haired troll with his eye on you.

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Mammon's First

*Inspired by Nightbringer Lesson 3-17*

Mammon/Reader, 5.3k words

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

After that day…

It was hard to want to get up again.

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

Stupid.

He was so stupid.

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

Worthless.

No.

Worse than worthless.

If he hadn’t—

Knock knock.

“Mammon?”

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

Just go away.

He couldn’t… find the energy…

Knock knock.

“Mammon, I know you’re in there.”

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

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

“Mammon, open up.”

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

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

Good.

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

BANG!

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

BANG!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But…

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

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

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

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

He glanced over his shoulder at you, considering.

Did you… actually care?

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

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

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

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

Maybe you didn’t have to care.

You just had to listen.

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

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

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

Why?

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

Just wanted to help.

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

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

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

What kind of older brother was he?

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

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

He couldn’t.

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh? What’s that?”

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

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

“What… I… I don’t…”

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

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

Tight.

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

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

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

“Stop it.”

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

You…

Why were your eyes…

Did he upset you somehow?

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed in disappointment, “You…”

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

“You…”

You held his cheek, tilting your face up.

Only…

You were… a lot closer than…

Than…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The way you were looking at him…

He swallowed.

“Is.. Is this a demon’s seduction?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So… what…?

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

But you stopped.

And smiled.

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

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

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

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

“Of course I do! I ain’t stupid!”

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

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

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

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

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

Heat rushed to his head, making it feel light.

“Q-Quit it, you’re makin’ me—”

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

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

It… tickled.

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

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

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

Fuck.

That one tickled A LOT.

He swallowed.

“D… Don’t tease me.”

But do it again.

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

No-

Dammit.

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

“I- well… aren’t ya?” 

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

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”

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

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

Your eyes gleamed with glee when you grinned.

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

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

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

Or…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you quit makin’ fun—”

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

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

“Wh-What about ‘em?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pleasure.

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

He wanted…

Pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

You bit him!

“H-Hey what was that for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned under his breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I ain’t nervous! I just—”

You stroked again, stealing a moan from his lips.

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

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

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

It…

It was…

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

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

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

So good.

You were so good.

More…

He gripped at the couch and bit his lip.

“M—”

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

“Wha—”

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

“Wh… what’re you—?”

As if you’d let him finish.

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

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

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

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

Too good.

You were too good.

“M-More- please I—”

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

“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

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

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

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

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

“M-Mammon, WTF!”

“He’ll be down in a minute, do you mind closing the door?”

The door slammed so fast, Mammon still had to process what just happened.

“I- Wait- Levi- I-It’s not what it looks like!”

You laughed and gave him a gentle squeeze, smirking up at him. “Poor guy, he should’ve knocked first, huh?”

Flustered, he looked down at you. “An’ what about you? What’re you doing?”

You blinked, then raised a brow. “Same thing I was doing earlier?”

“I- but he just-”

He couldn’t even make sense of it, but your eyes glittered again as you stroked him gently. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, but—”

You smiled and kissed his length, letting go of his sack to guide him to lay down again, lovingly rubbing across his abdomen. 

“Just relax… it’s harder to cum if you’re tense.”

“B…but…”

You gazed at him, keeping eye contact while pressing the flat of your tongue against him and slowly dragging it down the side of his cock from tip to base, then up again nice and slow.

“F… fuuuck…” he whispered, and you smiled.

“Maybe some other time…” you said, kissing along the head with a gentle suckle, “right now’s all about you.”

“Y… you really wanna make me cum?”

You nodded, kissing down his cock once more. “Very much so, yes.”

Damn, he could get used to watching you all day…

The thought sent shivers down his spine.

“Okay…” he laid back again, “Just try n’ be quick, I dunno if he might say somethin’ to the o-ah~others—”

And quick you were, that sinful tongue returning to dance around his head, so soft and wet. It circled around, teasing him as it glided over such sensitive skin, only to taunt him further with the heat of your breath with every pulsing twitch.

That tongue…

He had no idea that a tongue could feel so…

“So… good…” he moaned, tentatively reaching down to touch you. That was okay, right? You had his dick in his mouth, surely it’d be okay if he…

“Mm…” you hummed, taking his hand and rewarding him with another pleased stroke. “Mhm~”

“Y… You…” he murmured, “Could you… a little faster?”

Just a little more, he just needed a little more, that’s all.

That couldn’t be asking too much, right?

You hummed again and placed his hand on your head for… some reason, then took hold of him in both hands once more.

Ah…

To stroke him faster…

Smart.

He gave you a tentative smile, only to realize you had other plans a moment too late.

He should’ve known.

That fierceness in your eyes.

That tightness of your throat as you swallowed him whole.

“O-Oh fuck!” He gasped out, pleasure plunging so deep in his gut only to rise up with his hips as his cock disappeared down your throat.

“S-Sorr-”

Your eyes rolled back in your own ecstasy, moan vibrating around him in such an erotic way he almost did it again.

“Was that…”

He hesitated, your eyes glassy and lustful.

“Did you… like that?”

Your only response was an attempt to swallow around him, your tongue pressed flat against his dick as you lifted your head back and took him down again.

He shivered, clutching at your hair.

“I… don’t wanna hurt ya,” he whispered, earning himself a muffled chuckle.

“But I…”

You closed your eyes and began to bob, working him with both hands while saliva began to pool over your knuckles.

You really were enjoying him like he was some special treat!

“F… fuck—” he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself calm but it felt so fucking good, his hips began to move of their own accord. 

And when you moaned again…

“Fuck,” he whispered, tipping his head back and thrusting up into this… this feeling. This ecstasy. This…

“So… warm…” he moaned, finding the perfect spot to rub himself against your tongue. “Ohh… fuck… it’s so… warm.”

Your bobs slowed, but your hands held him steady, letting him fuck your mouth without worry. Just…  

Pleasure.

“More,” he whispered, bracing himself on the couch as best he could, lifting his  hips up higher to chase ecstasy. “Oh fuck~ yes… more.”

More.

So hot.

So wet.

So warm.

Your muffled moans and spurts only added to his ecstasy, reminding him of the mere fact you were sucking him off.

“M’gonna cum,” he murmured, clutching at your hair, “M’gonna cum so hard…”

Whether it was meant in warning or a silent request, he couldn’t say but when your head dipped lower he knew—

“F-Fuck—” he gasped out, then groaned as he felt pressure give, relief pouring into your mouth in a way that left his head spinning. Even as he came, he couldn’t help rocking his hips, chasing the high until it ebbed away, only then did he settle back against the couch, still holding you nice and close.

Cumming… in something… so warm… was…

“Mm,” you grunted, motioning to sit up and he snatched his hand back.

“Shit- Sorry, I… I  didn’t mean…”

Fuck.

That was probably rude, right?

He should’ve asked if that was okay.

You merely hummed again, lifting yourself slowly until just the head remained enclosed in those luscious lips, swallowing again before sitting back with a pleased grin.

“What’re you sorry for?” You said, “I got exactly what I wanted~”

Flustered, he just stared at you, speechless. You… you just…

“Did you have fun?”

“Y… Yeah…”

“Mm~ good, I did too,” you teased, moving to lean in closer. “And you know what?”

“Wh… what?” he asked dazedly, unable to look away from your lips until you kissed him, his taste still on his tongue.

“I rather enjoy being your succbus~” you purred as you leaned back, that coy smile returning yet again. “But if you’re ever interested, I think I’d enjoy being your incubus too.”

“Wh… what…? Like, right now?”

You laughed and shook your head, standing up to stretch. “Oh no, not now~ I think you’ve been through enough today and we have to feed Cerberus, don’t we?”

Have to feed…

“Oh shit, Levi.”

He stood up and pulled up his pants, fussing with his belt while you giggled again and walked away toward the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

“Wait just a sec, I’ll go with ya.”

“Nah, you take care of Cerberus, I’ll handle the otaku,” you said, turning on your heel. “Oh, and Mammon?”

He finally got his belt back on and gave himself a quick once over, hoping it wasn’t too obvious what had just transpired. “What?” he asked once he was satisfied.

You winked at him, “Thanks for letting me be your first~ you taste delicious.”

His face heated so fast, he could only sputter as you laughed and stepped out into the hall. The door clicked shut behind you and he stood there in his room, stunned.

Then he looked down at himself and cupped a hand over his junk, the other reaching up to touch his lips, your kiss still lingering there.

“Th…thanks,” he mumbled after you, grateful you was already gone and couldn’t hear him. “It… felt good…”

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Poker Face

These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist

Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief? A/N: A special cameo of my dear friend. Word Count: 1.7K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Explicit. No details of smut, but heavily implied. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Loki looked around the table trying to stifle his smirk from giving him away. He had a great hand – a winning hand. All he needed to do now was bait you in and he would win.

Rogers and Barnes had shown him how to play Texas Hold’em. They needed a third player as their usual playing mates were out on a mission. Things got more interesting when the women decided to join and turned it into ‘strip poker.’

Loki kept his cards face down on the velvet green table and placed his hands behind his head waiting for everyone else.

You knew that look. That pompous I-have-a-trick-up-my-sleeve look. You knew all his looks. His tired look. His hungry look. His annoyed look. Right now, he thinks he’s going to win.  You watched him stretch, his shirt untucking, riding up to give you a peek at what you could be winning tonight.

Nearly everyone was on their last piece of clothing. Steve and Bucky were now in their boxers, having negotiated that each sock was one piece of clothing. Nat was in a white undershirt that barely hid the dark pink dusting of her nipples underneath.

Vision wasn’t allowed to play because he would count cards and calculate the odds in his head. Instead, he opted to hold Andrea, the new computer engineer Tony hired, in his lap as she happily lost each round. One by one, a piece of her clothing came off and Vision had to hide her body strategically, making you think she was losing on purpose.

You and Loki were the only ones who were fully clothed. You kept your head low and played safe up until now, letting the others lose their bets and hands. Your father would be damn proud of you.

“Geez, Loki. You have a horrible tell. I know you’ve got a winning hand,” Natasha said as she took a gulp of her beer. “I fold.”

“Ya, work on that poker face, buddy,” Bucky groaned. “I fold. I’m not losing my boxers.”

“I fold too,” Steve said.

“I can’t fold,” Drea said, smiling.

“That’s because you have nothing left, darling.” Vision said as his grip on her tightened.

“Well, my dear, that just leaves you and me,” Loki said in a smoldering voice. If you didn’t lose this hand, you would’ve taken off your clothes anyway just by the way he looked at you.  His deep voice caressed you from across the table, making you squeeze your legs tighter together. “What do you say we up the ante? Last play for all your clothes.”

“Don’t you mean all your clothes, Laufeyson? You forget that I have a Las Vegas past.” You fired back, as resounding ‘oohs’ and heckles came from everyone else.

“All right. Bet.” He smiled.

“If I win, you take off all your clothes, Laufeyson. Including the next time we play poker, whether it’s strip poker or not. You will play naked - as the day you were born. No matter who else is playing.” You arrogantly raised your chin, calling out his bluff. His smile grew wide, reaching from ear to ear.

“And If I win, dear pet, not only will you strip down, but then I want you to walk your pretty little arse down the hall to my room and we can continue our own little game.” Gasps and jeers were heard all around the table as Loki finally admitted to some semblance of an attraction towards you. How genuine that attraction was, or how deep those feelings went, was still a mystery.

“Now hold on just a minute, Loki,” Steve said being protective of you.

“No, no. It’s ok, Steve. I accept.” You steeled your nerves and looked into Loki’s swirling eyes. Your body shook visibly, feeling his stare reach past your clothes and stroke your waiting skin underneath.

You looked down at the table where four cards were laid out. They were clubs, a 10, a 9, and an 8. Then there was the queen of diamonds. You had a King and a Jack of clubs. You already had a great hand with a flush, matching the suit to all five cards. But if that last card turned out to be a 7 or a Queen of clubs, you’d win with a straight flush.

But what did Loki have? Would his hand be better than yours? Would that last card help you or condemn you?

“Are you both ready?” Nat asked, burning a card and readying to turn the last card down onto the river. You looked into his eyes, deep and promising as you both nodded. Nat turned the card over and placed it on the table.

It was the queen of clubs.  

You took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Loki’s eyes turned deadly as he turned his hand face up. An 8 of spades and the queen of hearts. “I believe that I have a full house,” he prodded, misinterpreting your sigh as a sign of defeat. Everyone’s mouth hung open in shock at his assertion.

He leaned back onto his chair and placed his hands behind his head. A proud grin on his face. “Go on love, show everybody what I’ll be playing with later.”

His comment bristled your edges. He was so arrogant. So cocky. You’re going to relish taking him down a notch. Everyone silently watched with shock and awe as you stood up with your poker face still on.

Loki’s eyes changed into pools of desire as you decided to play with his emotions a little bit more. You traced the hem of your shirt, pinching it and scrunching it up in your fist.

His greedy eyes followed the movements of your hands as you reached for your cards and turned them face up. “A king and a jack of clubs. A straight flush. Which beats your full house.” The last part of your sentence was drowned out by the screams and yells of everyone at the table.

Surprised by the turn of events, Steve, Bucky, and Vision couldn’t stop laughing. Drea and Nat just sat there and whistled as they leered at Loki to start taking his clothes off.

Loki’s eyes were full and round- devastated that he had lost. He looked up at you, at your gorgeous playful face. That angelic smile that had him enraptured from the moment he laid his eyes on you, caught his breath. He was stunned.

It wasn’t until Bucky jostled him out of his reverie that he took a lungful of air. “You gotta do it now, man,” Bucky said, laughing at him.

Loki’s smile grew wicked as he stood up and looked straight into your eyes. “My pleasure,” he ground out, making your skin flush at his promise.

He wouldn’t stop staring at you. Not when he pulled his scarf down one side and threw it in your direction. Not when he started to unbutton his shirt, painfully slow. His grin growing wider with every button. You watched as his hands trailed down onto his belt and the sharp clank of metal resounded in your ears.

“Should we leave? I feel like I’m watching something intimate,” Steve whispered to Vision and Drea.

“You can leave if you want to. I’m getting my free show,” Nat said finishing her beer.

Loki had all but taken off his shirt, socks, and shoes. All that was left were his pants. His thumbs hooked into them, watching your reaction as he pushed them down revealing all his godly glory.

A resounding “OHH!” could be heard from everyone else as Loki stood there in front of you naked. His sculpted body was on display as your eyes took in all the details that they could remember. His wide shoulders, his defined abs, and the ‘V’ of his Adonis Belt leading your stare to his semi-erect cock.

“Do you like what you see, pet? Anything I can offer you later?” He asked with a proud smile.

“All right. All right. Put your clothes back on. I think we should all call it a night. I’m done,” Steve said.

“Awe boo, Cap.” Nat leered, getting up and gathering her clothes. Bucky laughed and followed her into the bar as he struggled to get his jeans back on.

Loki flicked his hands. In a flash, all his clothes were back on and put into place, immaculately.

“Why didn’t you just do that in the first place?” you asked, still watching him.

“Because I wanted to give you a show,” he winked, and he strode off down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Not long after, the compound had gotten dark and silent. The remnants of the game you all had played earlier are gone. The table was dismantled, and the cards were put away.

Your soft feet patted down the hallway and stopped in front of Loki’s door. You raised your hand to knock, but the door slightly opened to reveal a sliver of yellow light coming through. You pushed the door open, taking that as an invitation to go in.

Loki was sitting in front of his fireplace, a book in hand that he thumped shut as he took you in shutting his door behind you.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you grace my bedroom?”

“You reneged on our deal.” You said confidently. Loki looked confused as he ran by the terms of the bet earlier.

“I don’t think so, darling. The bet was, that if I lost, I would be the one to strip down naked. And I did.”

“What was the next part, Loki?” you whispered. His name on your lips sent a shiver down his spine, making him visibly tremble. You held his name on your tongue. Your breath invoking it like a prayer.

“The next caveat was that the next game of poker I played, no matter who I was with, I would have to play stripped as well.” He recited as a gleam in his eyes sparkled at your mischief. You took out a deck of cards from your back pocket and proceeded to shuffle them in your hand.

“Care for a game of poker, my prince?”

He bit his lips at your words. “With pleasure,” he smiled as he got up to unbutton his shirt.

⬅️ These Wicked Games Collection | Chapter 2: The Chase ➡️

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.⋆｡Neighbours｡⋆.

Daryl Dixon x plus size reader

You have a little crush on your handsome next door neighbour

Warnings: modern!au, mutual pining, Negan, fluff

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

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King’s County was a very cute town. Barely an hour outside of Atlanta but not so far in the sticks that you were completely isolated, it was the perfect place to set up roots. You got a house at the edge of town for practically nothing and immediately a job landed in your lap.

Of course, it was a difficult adjustment having moved from New York where you worked at a cafe to being in Georgia and getting the teaching job of your dreams but what really helped was your next door neighbour- Daryl Dixon.

You first met him the day you moved in. 

Alone with a singular U-Haul truck that had your entire life in the back of it and the mid-July sun on your back, you could think of no worse torture than this as you slowly but steadily moved box after box into your new home. You felt like you were drowning in sweat and your arms were about to fall off when you heard a deep raspy voice from just outside the truck.

“Can I help?” His accent was so thick, it took you a minute to actually understand what he said. 

The sun was at his back, covering his face in shadow but from what you could tell, he was just under 6 feet with hugely broad shoulders and slightly bowed legs. “Um yeah! That would be so great, thank you!” He nodded and grabbed the two boxes in front of him. 

You were in awe as he lugged the boxes of books up your front steps without even a grunt of exertion. You followed behind with the last of your stuff, desperately trying not to look at his ass in those dark jeans he was wearing. “You can just put that by the stairs.”

He hummed and dropped them gently right where you told him to put it. “Thank you again, could I get you some water or lemonade, I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to repay you with”

He shook his head, causing his long dark hair to cover most of his face. “Naw, jus saw ya needed help. It’s what neighbours do ain’t it.” You smiled at his bashfulness.

“Well it was still a nice thing for you to do.” You reached out your hand and gave him your name. His eyes (you could now see that they were blue) flicked to your outstretched hand and then back down to your hardwood floor but he gave you a firm shake anyway.

“Daryl.” As he pulled back, he left a smear of what you thought was motor oil on the back of your hand. His face went beat red and he opened his mouth to apologise but you spoke again before he could.

“Let me get you dinner then, I was planning on ordering a pizza and I doubt I could eat a whole pie by myself.” That got a smile out of him, a small one but it was genuine and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Alright.”

Finally, it was the winter break, after four months of trying to wrangle multiple grades (it was a small school and you were the only history teacher), you could relax. You could feel the tension melting off your body as you drove up to your house.

You pulled your car into the driveway and immediately spotted Daryl. He was perched outside his garage, once again tinkering with his motorbike, a cigarette hanging from his chapped lips. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice how you just sat in your car and stared at him longingly.

Daryl was a drop dead gorgeous man and apparently he didn’t even know it. He was incredibly strong with biceps almost the size of your head and a general bad boy biker appearance but with a heart of absolute gold. You sighed and grabbed your school bag that unfortunately had paper you still needed to grade.

“Hey Daryl!” You called out. His head shot up so quickly, his cigarette fell to the ground between his booted feet. He cursed under his breath and picked it up again. “Some teachers are coming over to my place for some drinks if you want to join, no pressure though!”

“Sure.” He dismissed but you smiled brightly.

“See you there!”

Rock music crooned from the speakers, just barely audible over the chatter of your coworkers and neighbours as they mingled. You were in the kitchen, making margaritas at the behest of the school’s gym teacher. He hovered over you as you made the drinks, he was either telling you some story about his ‘glory days’ or insulting you, you couldn’t quite tell.

“Negan, it doesn’t need that much tequila!” You snatched the nearly empty bottle from his hand which he had been pouring into the blender when your back was turned.

“Of course it does!” He tried to wrestle the bottle back from you but you stubbornly held on. It quickly became a childish game of tug-of-war that neither of you were really taking seriously, just happy to let loose after dealing with idiotic students for 4 months.

Just as you were getting the upper hand, a voice caught your attention. “Hey.” Hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped forward with a small blush dusting the apple of his cheeks. 

“Hi.” You immediately greeted, unbothered that Negan had stolen back the bottle of alcohol and had subsequently dumped the rest of its contents into the half-made cocktail mixture. “There’s pizzas in the living room and some beers chilling on the deck if you want.” You offered and the shy mechanic just nodded, wandering off into the small crowd.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes dip down to his ass, watching it as he disappeared into the hall. “Seriously? Him?" Negan’s voice startled you from the hypnotising sight, your head snapping back to face him. He was smirking at you with a mixture of disgust and a strange proudness.

“Shut up.” You grumbled and grabbed some extra ice from your freezer to throw into the blender.

“I thought I was more your type but I see it now, a redneck shotgun wedding! Maybe you’ll have roadkill hors d’oeuvres with moonshine- ow! The fuck was that for?” He rubbed at his hurt shoulder which you just punched.

“At least my wedding won’t be fucking baseball themed, you has been.” And as you bickered back and forth, neither of you noticed the figure standing in the doorway, face beat red and blue eyes practically sparkling. If it were up to him, your wedding would be the most lavish event the world had ever seen and by god, he hoped that he would be the one standing at the end of that aisle for you.

Request: Can I please get "neighbors" and "Seriously?Him?" for Daryl for your celebration?

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Just Take One

Mammon x reader

Flufftober Day 1- Candy Bowl

WC: 1.6k

~ You take Mammon out Trick or Treating for the first time and his Greed catches up with him in the sweetest way possible.

Your time as an exchange student in the Devildom has made the unusual, a usual occurrence in your life. You have grown accustomed to Witches, Wizards, Vampires, Angels, Demons, and other creatures passing you in the streets of the Devildom.

But now, you are back in the human world on Hallows Eve. 

The Devildom celebrates Halloween, of course, but Trick or Treating isn’t really a thing; instead of going door to door accepting treats from Demons and Incubi, everyone dons their favorite costumes and parties till dawn.

But when Mammon heard that in the human world, you go door to door getting free candy from Humans, The Avatar of Greed got a special kind of glint in his sapphire eyes, the kind that he gets when he comes up with a Get rich quick scheme. and begged you to take him out Trick Or Treating. 

Although his intentions were not exactly noble, you found yourself unable to say no to the Great Mammon’s pleading gaze.

So now you find yourself wearing a witch costume belonging to one of Asmodeus’s past lovers as Mammon shifts into his Demon form. The green light from the portal shines on both your faces, glowing brighter and brighter as it swallows the two of you whole.

~

The portal pops the two of you to a human world suburb. Each and every house on the street is covered in decorative cobwebs, lights, and ghoulish decorations. 

The air is crisp and smells like apples and cinnamon as you walk down the street. “Are ya sure it’s alright for me to be out like this?” Mammon asks, catching a look at his horned reflection staring back at him. 

“Don’t worry, Mammon, Halloween is the night of the year that demons can blend in with the rest of the Human world. People will just think that you are wearing a really good costume.” You explain passing a group of teenage girls who cannot keep their eyes off of the handsome Demon. 

The sun has hardly set, but trick-or-treaters are out and about too focused on the prospect of free candy to notice the subtle magic happening right in front of them.

A little group of superheroes passes the two of you with their pumpkin buckets half full of candy.

“Do we need those to get our candy?” Mammon asks, his little wings twitching in anticipation; maybe it’s not just the grimm he’s excited for.

 “We will need something, but those buckets don’t hold a lot of candy.” you say, “and I hope you’ll give some to Beel when you get back; he’d be heartbroken if you didn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, but then I’ll really need something bigger,” he says dejectedly, furrowing his brows in thought. 

“No worries, I got us covered,” you say happily, reaching out into your bag and pulling out two large pillowcases.

“That’s smart,” the Demon says. Most likely imagining how much candy he could fit inside the sheet. “I’ll make a killing on these human world treats when we get back to the Devildom, just like that Kitkat you had in your…” Mammon tries to cut himself off, but the damage has been done.”

“My Kitkat?” you say sharply, knowing the king-sized bar you thought you brought back from the Human world the last time you visited. But when the time came to unpack, it wasn’t in your bag.” You sold my KitKat?”

His eyes go wide as he frantically tries to come up with an excuse. But he can’t. Not when it’s you.” S-sorry Mc. I meant to tell ya, but I forgot.”

You roll your eyes and give him a hard yet playful flick to the forehead. “It’s fine, but you owe me,” 

I’ll give ya all the KitKats in my bag.” He offers as if he hasn’t just confessed to stealing your treat moments before. 

“That, and I get to pick from whatever king-size bars you get tonight.” you counter; he opens his mouth to counter but can’t seem to disagree with you.

“Fine, ya win. But don’t tell anyone the Great Mammon has gone soft.” he huffs, twisting the empty off-white pillowcase in his tanned hands. 

We’ll come on then; we have a lot of houses to hit if we want to fill our bags. You grin, reaching your free hand over to grab his other hand that is not holding a pillowcase, and drag the now-blushing Demon towards the first of many houses.

~

The two of you have been at it for an hour now and, despite your age, have amassed quite a large amount of candy. A few homes actually gave the two of you bigger handfuls since your costumes were so ‘authentic.’ Elderly ladies, especially, thought Mammon was the sweetest young man they had ever seen and poured a big portion of their bowl into his pillowcase with a giggle and a wink.

In the back of your mind, you wonder how quickly those little smiles would disappear if they were to discover it was a real demon on their doorsteps, not a costumed one.

He hasn’t noticed it yet, but the pillowcase you gave him was enchanted by Solomon to never fill completely. As you watch a teenager boredly dump some candy into the pillowcase, you bite the inside of your cheek. The pillowcase would’ve been great to have when you were younger, for sure.

Forty or so houses down the line, the two of you come across a sparsely decorated porch with a large bowl of candy left out on the welcome mat. 

Two things capture your attention. The first being a simply penned sign taped to the front of the dark plastic. 

‘Please Take One

The second is the mechanical candy arm that looms ominous over the bowl of sweets, threatening to clamp down on whatever crosses its path. You remember these from Halloween’s past; they are motion-activated and grab hands that move past them as a harmless little Halloween trick.

It’s obviously there to protect the bowl. But Mammon’s greed has him incapable of focusing on anything but the bowl of candy in front of him.

“Mc, we can empty this whole thing, and no one would know.” He grins, taking a step on the wooden porch. The boards creak slightly under his boots as he strides over to the bowl.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mammon,” you warn, reaching into the back pocket of your costume to take out your DDD. If this thing is going to go down the way you think it will, you are sure Lucifer and the others would love to see it caught on video.

He turns and looks back at you confidently, “Ya worry too much, Mc.” he beams, puffing out his chest. “Silly Humans knew what was we’re gonna do the minute they chose to leave the candy out here.”

“Alright, Mammon, if that’s really what you wanna do, then I won’t stop you.” you sigh, shrugging your shoulders in mock surrender, making sure to hide the camera lens sneakily behind the pillowcase to capture all the action. 

Mammon reaches for the edge of the candy bowl, his fingers carelessly knocking over the little sign. 

All of a sudden, a ghoulish, shrinking sound erupts from the bowl, and the mechanical arm swats down into the bowl. Mammon yelps in fright, dropping the bowl and his pillowcase of candy onto the porch. Candy goes flying everywhere, landing on the wood with a thud. A look of fear in his eyes as he turns tail and runs toward you, his wings flapping frantically as he reaches for you. “Mc, we gotta go; that thing is possessed or somethin.”

He grabs you firmly by the arm and tries to pull you to safety, but your feet stay firmly planted on the ground. You end the recording and laugh, “Mammon, look, it’s okay; it was only a prank.” you say, pointing back at the bowl that continues its mechanical movements. The little hand flailing around robotically. 

“What kind of prank was that?” he breathes out exasperatedly as you guide him back to the front porch. “The thing almost killed me.”

“Nope, you’re fine,” you respond, grinning at his over-the-top exaggeration. Knowing he has been subjected to harsher punishments back in the Devildom than just a mechanical slap on the wrist. 

Mammon’s cheeks are pink as he sheepishly walks back up to the porch to get his pillowcase, picking up the fallen candy bars from the bowl along the way. “Ya could’ve warned me.” He huffs, setting the candy bowl upright and replacing the collected candy inside it. The mechanical hand goes off again, causing Mammon to flinch slightly. But when the little hand barely taps him, he lets out a laugh. 

“See, that wasn’t terrible now, was it?” you tease, ruffling the snow-white hair between his curly horns. “Should we get going to the next house, or are you too scared?”

“That was nothin,” he laughs, taking two pieces of candy from the bowl and tossing one over to you. “The Chiuauuah hits harder than that thing. Let’s go, Mc. We got a big night ahead of us.” He steps off the porch and looks eagerly at the rows and rows of houses beyond. Each one promises candy and future riches for the both of you.

“Sounds good to me,” you say, taking his hand and letting him lead you towards the next house. In the back of your mind, you wonder what other funny little videos you can take of Mammon to show everyone once you get back. 

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Hey!! Would you do a sub!billy hargrove/dom!reader smut? Thank u <3

Boy Next Door (NSFW)

S3 spoilers in my author’s note, and vague reference to how S2 ends!! 

Summary: You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has an undefined hole, p in said undefined hole, sub!billy, oral (reader receiving), frottage(?), edging, praise, little bits of degradation (reader calls billy “slut” and talks condescendingly at some points), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!!), a lil bit of a breeding kink, billy likes when reader pulls on his hair <3

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

Oh my god anon I didn’t know I needed sub!billy until you sent this in and now I’m scouring the website for more… I’m a whore for subby men, what can I say 🤷 He’s a little ooc but I firmly believe that billy is secretly a soft with people he trusts - sure, he’s mean to max, but I think that’s because he doesn’t want her involved in his life of alcohol and flirting - and I’ll die on that hill. This is set between S2 and S3, but in my universe billy doesn’t die during S3 anyways because I’m the author and I said so >:O Anyways, I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the request!! It takes like 1000 words to get to the smut, I’m so sorry ;-; But the smut is like 2000 some words, so hopefully that makes up for it ahaha I went batshit

– – –

You’ve lived in this dinghy trailer park in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, your entire conscious life. When your parents were really drunk (which, in all honesty, was far more often than you were willing to admit) they would talk about their “golden days”: when your parents were something other than full-time alcoholics, living in the suburbs of Cleveland in a nice neighbourhood. You were told you were born there, in that nice suburb house near the coast of one of the great lakes, but you’ve never had the nerve to ask what happened that landed them here, in Hawkins. 

But Ohio was none of your concern now. There were supernatural beings practically on your doorstep and the only people that seemed to care were the children that your friend Steve seemingly adopted, which would make for a good movie. But the fact that a ragtag bunch of kids were the ones saving your very real world left a nauseating pit in your stomach. Sure, the angry buzz cut kid who they called “Eleven” put an end to the last thing that came after Hawkins, but something tells you this was just the beginning. No matter. At the moment, you had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that there’s a soft knocking on your door, despite the little analog clock reading a blinking “2:34am”.

Peering through the peephole, a clearly drunk Billy Hargrove stood, wobbling slightly. You’d seen him around school - it’s hard not to when he drives a flashy car and insists on poking at Steve - but certainly hadn’t spoken to him before. Opening the door slightly, you make eye contact with the man in question.

“Hi,” you say, tentatively. “Can I help you?”

“l/n!!” he slurs, eyes lighting up. “What’re y’doin in my trailer?”

You frown at him. “This is where I live, dipshit. Your trailer is more than a few down.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” he said, nudging at you. “Lemme in, will ya?”

You stood firm, skeptical. “Why should I?”

“Because,” he drawls. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, we should do pretty people stuff together.”

You snort, but move to the side. You didn’t know what his home life was like, but, nevertheless, sending him away in the middle of the night, piss drunk, was dumb. If he had gotten hurt on the way back to his trailer because you had sent him away you would never forgive yourself. Sure, he seemed like a pretentious douchebag, but even pretentious douchebags deserve a chance. Besides, the ‘rents were out, which meant there wouldn’t be any “did you use protection?” or “you aren’t pregnant, are you?” questions the following morning.

“l/n,” Billy whined out, making you turn in time to see him flop onto your couch. “Why aren’t we doin’ pretty people stuff yet?”

You shut and lock the door, plopping yourself down on the floor in front of the couch in an attempt to set an unspoken boundary. “Because you’re drunk. You’re welcome to come over here sober some time and try this whole song and dance then, but I believe in full consent when doin’ that tango. You’re inebriated, so no ‘pretty people stuff’ for you tonight.”

He whined dramatically. “But that’s half the fun of getting drunk!!”

“God, you’re really drunk,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the smell. “We can talk if you want, but you’re not getting any tonight, lover boy.”

“Ooooh, you wanna hear about the crazy shit that Tina did at the party today??” – – – 

This became a recurring event. Billy would go out and party, then come over, drunk out of his mind and strangely soft. You had learned a lot about him - about Max (who he seemed to truly care about, despite how he acted when sober), about his dickhead father, about his mother, about why he drowned himself in people and alcohol all the time. You weren’t sure why he chose to keep dropping by, but you weren’t too perturbed. In any other situation, you might even consider him your friend. But, you remind yourself, he’s always drunk or high or some combination of the two. You don’t make friends when you’re drunk. And you certainly don’t fall for them, either.

A knock resonated at your door and you froze, staring at the clock. It was 3:24pm on a Saturday afternoon, unless Steve had decided to give you a surprise visit there should be no one at the door.

“l/n! Open the goddamn door,” a voice rang out, one that you recognized immediately. “I don’t have all goddamn day!”

You stumble to the door, opening it embarrassingly quickly. “Hi???”

“Hey,” he said, shoving his way past you.

“Wait wait wait,” you said, spinning around to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I normally do, dickbag,” Billy said, refusing to make eye contact. “We gonna talk or what?”

You close the door gently, clicking the lock almost tentatively. “You’re sober.”

A flash of hurt crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. “Am I not allowed to be?”

“That - that’s not what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I just - I kinda figured you didn’t want to talk to me, normally. I’m not exactly your usual crowd.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Look - how do I say this? I… don’t think you’re that shitty, or whatever. Sure, Tina’s a hot piece of ass, but if I tried to actually, I don’t fucking know, talk to her, she’d just laugh and tell me to ‘shut up’ or somethin’.”

“I don’t think you’re that shitty, either,” you say, slowly. “Is that all you wanted to talk about…? We could’ve done this on the porch.”

“It’s a trailer, there’s no goddamn porch,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes but still not making eye contact with you.

“You’re dodging,” you say, walking over to him and crowding him a bit. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I don’t want to go back home,” he said bluntly, still dodging your prying eyes. “Deadbeat dad is on a rampage again. Dropped Max off at the arcade and found myself here.”

You blink up at him and back up a bit, feeling awful for prying. “Shit man - sorry I pushed you. You’re welcome here whenever you want to escape your place, sober or not. Or if you just want to come over. You can bring Max, too, she seems nice!! My ‘rents are never around, like ever, and even when they are they’re drunk and hiding in their room, and there’s a key under the doormat in the back if you need an escape and I’m not here - though I’d be careful about my parents, they get pretty drunk sometimes too, it’s not pretty. That’s not the point though! Point is, you’re always welcome, I’m sorry for prying-”

He pushed you to the couch, a small smile on his face, and were his eyes a little teary?? “Shut up, loser. I got it, I’m welcome to be here. Not shocked, though, people love me, of course you’d want me around.”

You roll your eyes at his smirk, trying to tug him down to the couch. However, you hadn’t anticipated him resisting, and your knee jerk reaction was to just yank. He stumbled and landed on top of you, knees straddling your legs. He blinks at you, owlishly, face flushed and pupils beginning to dilate.

You grin up at him, jokingly winking. “Just where I wanted you, baby.”

“Can I- can I take you up on your previous offer?” he said, voice lacking its usual bravado and confidence. 

“Previous offer as in…?”

“Sex,” he said, straightforward. “You said if I was sober we could fuck.”

“What eloquence, Mr. Hargrove,” you said. “And I believe we referred to it as ‘pretty people stuff.’”

“That’s a yes, yeah?” he said, hands resting on the couch on either side of your head.

“Aw, look at you, asking for consent,” you said, grinning up at him deviously. “Mmm…maybe if you beg me.”

He looked at you, incredulous. “If you think I’ll ever beg for something, you’ve got something coming-”

You cut him off, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. He groaned into the kiss, grinding down into your clothed sex. When he pulls away, he smirks down at you, cocky.

“You’re going to be the one begging for me, babe,” he said, head tilting. “So how ‘bout we hear it, hm?”

Well that wouldn’t do. Using all your strength, you flip your positions, grinding down on him once you’ve settled above him.

“If we’re doing this, baby boy,” you said, sultry. “We’re doing this my way, got it?”

You could see the struggle in his eyes, and began to grind down on him lightly. 

“Come on, sweet thing,” you murmured against his lips, rolling your hips in a way that had his eyes rolling back. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”

“Mm- yeah, yes, I can be good for you,” he groaned. “Now get on with it, will you?”

You frown at him, faux pouting. “Thought you were gonna be good. But that’s fine, we can play that game, I don’t mind.”

He opened his mouth to object but was cut off when your grinding turned harsh and fast, his words turning into a breathy moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth but you weren’t having it.

“Listen here, Hargrove,” you growled. “You’re going to let me hear those pretty little sounds or you’re not going to come. Understand?”

“No way in hell-”

You reach a hand down to his straining cock and squeeze, hard, revelling in the way his head rolls back and his hips jerk up into your hand. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, and you lean your weight onto your knees so you can shove your fingers that aren’t cradling his cock right down his throat. He gags, eyes glazed and unfocused.

“God, look at you,” you groan, voice strained. “Made for this, made for me to use, huh?”

He tries to respond but all that comes out are choked moans, drool dribbling down his chin as he gags on your fingers. You other hand kickstarts, rubbing him not-so-nicely through his pants. He looked gorgeous like this: choking on your fingers, eyes unfocused, hips bucking uncontrollably into your harsh touches. God, you just want to drown yourself in the feeling of the power you had over this man, this man who insisted on so much control in his everyday life. But here he was, on your couch, gagging on your fingers like he never wanted anything else. 

His bucking gets more erratic and his breaths get shorter, signalling an incoming orgasm. You paw at his cock a little harder, removing your fingers from down his throat so you could hear him when you tear his orgasm away from him.

“You wanna cum, baby?” you coo, letting your hips take over for your hand and grinding down on his clothed erection. “Wanna cum for me?”

“Yeah - gonna cum, gonna cum, let me cum-”

“No.”

His hips jolt upwards as you lift yourself from his lap, chasing after your heat. You smirk sadistically at him, chuckling at the glare he gives you in exchange for your denial.

“What the fuck?!” he yells, hands clenching at his sides (but not moving to change his predicament, you noted). “I was so fucking close, why would you-”

You put a finger on his lips, shushing him. “You were a brat earlier, so I’m treating you like one. Maybe if you get me off I will consider letting you come.”

“Yeah?” he said, still panting from his lost orgasm. “Yeah, I can fuckin’ do that.”

“Good,” you say, getting up. “Get on your knees in front of the couch.”

He snorted at first, but his face contorted when he realised you were serious. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You’re not going to get me on my knees, sweetheart.”

“Then you’re not going to cum,” you said matter-of-factly. “Eat me out on your knees like the little slut you are or you don’t get to cum.”

His nose scrunched up angrily but he moved to get down in front of the couch. “There. That make your sick little heart happy?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a mouthy brat we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you said, discarding your pants and undergarments god knows where. “Don’t touch without permission, m’kay?”

He growled but kept his hands obediently at his side. In spite of all his back talk, Billy didn’t ever make a move to take control. He wants this, you realise, but he doesn’t want to admit it.

“How cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek as you settle yourself in front of him. “Now eat me out - no hands though, baby. Just put your pretty little mouth to better use for me, mhm?”

He begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and buries himself in your hole. Your head rolls back, a low groan escaping your mouth. If he wasn’t drowning himself in you he might see your composure slipping, but he seemed just as out of it as you. Hips jerking up into nothing, hands clasped behind his back, face red and teary, Billy looked like so fucking good that you felt yourself clenching around his tongue, rolling your hips into his lapping. 

“God… so good with that tongue, baby, shit - keep doing that, y-yeah, just like that,” you blabber out, a hand flying to grip at his hair. You give an experimental tug and grin when he moans, breathy and high. 

“Y-yeah? You want me to tug on your - ngh - hair? Shove you deeper into me?” you say, chuckling lowly when he nods into you. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”

You could feel your orgasm drawing nearer as Billy’s talented tongue ruined your insides. His movements were precise, even without the use of his hands, and when he nicked your sweet spot you came, clamping your thighs around his head as you tugged harshly on his hair. 

Panting, you try to regain enough composure to address Billy. “God, sweetheart, your so fucking good with your tongue.”

“Yeah?” he said, tone cocky despite the straining bulge in his jeans. “You gonna let me use you now? I know you want it darlin’, you can’t keep pretending to have contr - mph!”

You yanked him up in a kiss, effectively shutting him up. Your legs were a little shaky from your previous orgasm but you were stubborn: there’s no way in hell after all this you would give Billy the satisfaction of fucking into you.

“Get on the goddamn couch,” you said, panting as you pulled away. “I’m going to ride you until all you can think of is me.”

“Fuck, pretty thing,” he groans, dropping onto the couch. “You better hold true to that or I might have to take over.”

“If you think you have a say in how this goes you’re dead wrong,” you said, straddling his hips. “You don’t cum until I say, got it baby?”

“Easy peasy,” he said, ever the fucking brat. “Think you can hold it sweets? Because I can guarantee that you’ll be creaming around my cock in no time.”

“Mhm,” you murmur, unimpressed as you help him wiggle out of his jeans and underwear. “Whatever you need to help you sleep at night.”

“You scared you can’t take it - shit!” he moans, cock twitching as you sink down on him in one slide. “Fuck, you gotta give a man a warning-”

You don’t. Bouncing up and down on his cock at a harsh pace, your trailer is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You’re sure the neighbours can tell what you two are doing - hell, the whole trailer park probably knew - but you didn’t have the heart to care. His cock stretched you wide, so goddamn girthy that every bounce had white bouncing at the edge of your vision. 

Billy wasn’t much better. He had a death grip on your hips, finger-shaped bruises already forming. Tongue sticking out, eye half-lidded and staring up at you reverently, Billy was a fucked out mess already and you’d just started.

“Mmngh, feelin’ good, pretty boy? God… just look at you, takin’ - ungh - t-takin’ it so goddamn well, shit,” you said, still slamming yourself down on his cock like your life depended on it. 

“Mmm, fuck, please, please please please-” 

You couldn’t even tell what he was begging for anymore. “What do you - ngh - what do you need, babe - fuck, just like that pretty thing - huh? Got to be specific, darlin’ - god…”

“Cum,” he moans out, eyes shut tightly as he bucks into you. “Need t’ fuckin’ cum!”

You clench around him as he bucks, eyes rolling back a bit. “Ngh, yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna fill my pretty little hole - ahn, do that again, jesus - fill my pretty little hole with your cum?”

“Yeah, shit. Gonna let me?”

“Mhmm, I don’t know…” you said, pretending to ponder like you weren’t desperate to feel him fill you up. “Have you been - jesus fucking christ - have you been good?”

“‘ve been good!!” he wails, eyes teary as he stares up at you. “Been so good, such a good boy, please let me cum, please, jus’ wanna be you good boy, please please please!”

Your eyes roll back. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to beg in return. Slowing down a bit, your bounces send him slow and deep, causing you to clench. His eyes cross and his grip on the couch turns his knuckles white, trying so goddamn hard to hold himself back.

“You can cum,” you groan, his cock rutting against your sweet spot just right. “You can cum, baby, cum with me, want you to cum with me-”

Your vision goes white and you clench, gripping his cock harshly. He near screams, fucking himself up into you as he came. You both melt into each other, a panting, post-orgasm mess tangled on the couch. When your brain was finally back online, you winch, gently sliding his softened cock out of you.

“Fuck, really did a number on me,” Billy murmured, ragdolled on the couch looking like he never wanted to move. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you say, trying your best to walk (or waddle, rather) your way to the kitchen to start cleaning off.

“You love me and you know it!”

You roll your eyes, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it. God, he was such a doofus. You couldn’t believe that the rest of the school considered him the king, but maybe your friendship was something special. You sure hoped so - you were certain he wasn’t just submitting himself to anyone, after all. 

“Where the fuck did you go, dickhead? The great Billy Hargrove demands cuddles!”

God, he was such a dork sometimes. You snort, but make your way back to the living room, water bottle and damp washcloth in hand. 

“Have patience, great Billy,” you said, handing him the water bottle before gently cleaning him up. “Great things come for those who wait.”

“Oh shut up,” he said, melting into your touch. “I didn’t come here for you to philosophise.”

“Course, course,” you say, jokingly. “Okay, all done. Let’s pick up all our shit and go to my room, yeah? Really don’t want my parents to come home and find us naked in the living room.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re boring,” he jokes, wobbly as he stands to help you grab your discarded clothes. “Half the fun is getting caught.”

“Perv,” you shot back.

“Says the one who rode me on their parents' couch.”

“Ew!! Don’t fucking say that, I don’t want to think about my parents in the afterglow!”

“You’re the one who brought them up!” “Yeah, because I don’t want them involved in my post-orgasmic haze!!” you say, exasperated. “Cmon, this way.”

Dumping your clothes unceremoniously on the floor, you lock the door and drag Billy towards your bed. Wordlessly, the two of you melt into each other. You’d worry about sneaking him out under your parents’ radar later - right now, you had much more pressing concerns.

Word Count: 3374

[artificialbreezy]

so i perhaps go back to this post WAY too often and was wondering if you could write something for folio in the same light?! I just think he’d make a great dom😩 lots of love😚😚

listen here, Folio doesn’t get enough love i swear and i am so excited to give the mans the love he deserves. (i was gonna post this tomorrow but i got so antsy and excited)

NSFW under the cut

i feel like Folio is the softest softie in the world

lots of pets names for you

baby doll, sweet thing, angel, and his favorite kitty

he’s BIG on physical touch

always has to be touching you in some way. he doesn’t care if it’s just holding your hand, or a hand on your back, or his leg touching yours. just something to be near you

loves to cuddle he doesn’t care when or where

will always answer your calls, almost instantly

i imagine he leaves his phone at full volume just so he can hear in case you call

if he’s away on tour he calls you when he wakes up and when he goes to bed. your voice is the first and last thing he wants to hear everyday

he’s a pretty dominant man outside the bedroom too ya know. he likes to control things

he wants to pick out your outfits for the day

he wants to help you make your plate

he wants you to ask him for help on what some may think are silly little tasks

like brushing your hair

or getting water into your cup

he wants you to need him

he needs you to need him

100% takes you out on his bike whenever he can

buys you your own gear bc he need his angel being super safe at all times

now let’s get into the fun stuff

Folio is a switch. like 100%

some days he wants to be in charge and some days he just wants you to get on top and tell him he can’t cum unless he asks

i’ll start with when he’s in charge

he’s the KING of teasing

and he’s got a filthy mouth

he knows you like watching him drum, he knows it really gets you feeling hot so ya know what he does? when he’s home he has you in the studio with him and he makes you sit right next to his seat and watch him. JUST so he can see you squirm around on the floor

“cmon kitty why don’t you start purring for me and maybe i’ll touch ya when we leave”

he’s the type to give your pussy a smack when you get mouthy with him

“where’s my good kitty huh? really miss her right now”

he totally makes you ask for permission to get off when he’s not around

he doesn’t stand for anything touching what’s his unless it’s the dildo HE bought you (which just to be clear it’s 100% the clone a willy)

sometimes if you’re lucky, he’ll let you use the bluetooth vibrator that he bought but only if he’s in control of it and he has to be watching

now let’s get into when you’re in charge

he turns into a whimpering mess when you’re on top of his bouncing on his cock real slow

“baby please i just- i need you to go faster please.”

sometimes you give him what he wants but bc he asks so nicely you do.

“fuck, angel you’re so tight. god i’m gonna cum”

and you stop

and he BEGS you to let him cum. near tears bc he needs to fill you up. he NEEDS to see it leaking out of you

[sugar-petals]

[✖︎ sub!Lee Felix] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

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⇢ PAIRING. boyfriend!lix + femdom!reader

words. 2k

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, dom!reader, submissive felix, d/s play, fluff & various kinks

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | because which domme doesnt like cute angelic subs 💕 felix was requested plenty after i published a chan (soft sub) and lee know (hard sub) version lately, enjoy!

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

snuggles. snuggles. and more snuggles. and love noises. and he’s singing something cute to come down. it’s all very random, but also predictable in some way: felix is a safe person, he won’t do anything overly wild and disruptive. felix likes to have coffee for aftercare with lots of milky foam on top. or a classic hot chocolate, big mug.

he doesn’t expect you to make it, but is happy when you do. and tell me: which dom wouldn’t want to be a bit of a service top for felix every now and then. it’s only polite for all the extra miles your sweet sub will go in bed. making it together is more likely, anyway. it defies all logic in the world to leave felix in the bedroom by himself with you at the coffee machine when he is just so clingy.

that’s a general golden rule to begin with. at any point of play or during a precarious situation, a dom stays with their sub, especially when bondage is concerned. since felix is open to ropes and other toys, long as they don’t look too scary, he’s in need of your presence and won’t leave your side. complete trust. you’re in the kitchen together very often, so it only makes sense that you prepare hot drinks side by side. unless you need to rest, a heavier session might need some minutes of pure cooldown and a final release of tension.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

felix loves his mullet, you love his mullet, everyone does. especially with his natural hair color, anyway. it’s a terrible-sounding name for something so pretty, mullet. you really need to come up with better nickname.

another body part in your constant top 5 would be his kissy lips. because of how much pleasure they are capable of giving you, and how cupid-shaped they are.

interestingly, he’s not as breast-obsessed as you thought he would be. the likes of han, lee know, you know the mood, these guys are so into it. they can’t stop thinking about their partner’s chest. felix is like changbin in a sense of thinking wow, they’re amazing, that shape, so nice to the touch — but it’s not a constant source of neediness for him. it’s cuddly, that’s what he appreciates.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when everything’s a mess, felix is just getting started. he gets excited by the texture and, as you quickly find out, he’s a certified cumslut. unafraid by anything, anywhere. cum play makes him smile, he enjoys it that much, the little pervert. you’d have a hard time ever seeing him disgusted. felix just doesn’t roll that way. eats you out forever because he wants to thank you, it needs to be sloppy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

king of fingering his own hole, won’t even try to hide it. feels amazingly stimulated. jacks himself off with the other hand while doing so. although he’s embarrassed by his horny face, it’s a huge wave of pleasure.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced. as nice as it would be to deflower him, to baby him like a virgin, felix jokes that he’s a little ran-through. he loves sex and meeting new people, he can set a great atmosphere, and he does know damn well what he’s doing. never let the cute face fool ya. he’s skilled as a sub.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

in any position where he’s getting squeezed. strongly or softly, both is good.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

enjoys rough sexuality, but only to a degree where it’s still possible to make a joke. he can be serious during some play scenes but, well honestly: sunshine is sunshine. felix and his soft sex hours just wouldn’t make sense. he likes it when it’s romantic and pampering. he’s not the only spoiled one, though. he spoils his domme a lot.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

a little bit’s running wild sometimes. othertimes, not a trace. you actually prefer him with a little fuzz, short, thin, and almost curling up from dampness. forgets it sometimes, but asks how you like it. same thing with clothes, really.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sweet talker. in fact, he chats constantly. what is silence? the opposite of lee know if you can picture it, felix is definitely an open book with close to no walls up (at least that’s how his behavior comes across, of course he has boundaries and all). chan has encouraged him to be more like this, so felix owes it to the leader to be more transparent with his top. that is not to say lee know is a manipulator by comparison: he just communicates more briefly and to the point. felix is more flowery for sure.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

constantly. when the lights are out, his palm goes down south. he jacks off fast and passionately, noisy and desperate.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

let the peggery begin. does felix even spend any time off the strap? he can do this forever. however, he’s not the one to take it deeper and deeper. shallow is where it’s at, though he avid in his movement. teasing and longevity over quick and hard: more fun for the two of you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

even on a damn train if that’s in any way feasible. perfectly spontaneous. caters to your every whim, anywhere. if he’s doubtful of the location, if it’s too risky, he will find a quick alternative. felix is polite and considerate to others as well, not just you, which is the greenest ever flag. you’re not a jealous domme. those kind of tops like hyunjin or chan. the girls that felix attracts are more easy-going and easily endeared, not really bothering with envy or possessiveness.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

no-brainer: body contact. what would felix do without cuddling and feeling your skin’s warmth. and hell, lix as a cuddle counterpart is naturally healing. this guy is good for your health inside out. and, that’s why he likes being together with you seeing how his presence benefits you a lot. hey, that’s why he’s your boyfriend.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

blood and pain play. felix is not your local masochist like han `certified screamer‘ jisung, hyunjin or even lee know. felix prefers the gentle femdom aspects of play, making your sexy time filled with crazy stuff just wouldn’t be his cup of tea. though he can be daring. cheeky felix is not a pillow prince incarnate. that’s chan! felix is super flexible and a tinge of brattiness won’t hurt. keeps it interesting.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

felix is going to lap you up like a cat drinking milk. he also loves it when you ask him to suck on your breasts. not very firmly, just lustful enough to make some nice little noises. and with his sexy tongue of course. your hands in his hair, gripping his ponytail.

when it comes to receiving, he throws his head back, yup. sloppy fast blowjobs… he loves it. not a fan of destroying your throat, it’s all about the lips for him, and some lush tongue teasing.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

you call him buck because that’s what his hips do. felix is already pretty, but even more beautiful in lustful ecstasy. it has to be in a cozy environment, though.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s a semi-quickie. felix won’t like the hit-and-run style that, say, seungmin talks about.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is. playfully, with a smile. felix should never ever be underestimated. however, his romantic side is super strong. he makes sure you never feel like you’re lacking someone to squeeze and hug and socialize. if he’s preoccupied with work, he randomly sends a friend of his to check up on you just because. the friend will bring food and flowers signed by lix, and sometimes other presents. small ones, this is not a dramatically lush birthday party every time. just something to make his goddess smile for the day, no experiments, just love.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

neither long nor short but just right.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

pink bondage rope and a bad dragon. his classics. felix is prone to experiment, his open mind and dexterity with toys has lead him down many a kinky path. he prefers to use them on himself rather than you, pretty much constantly. solo time is super important for your boyfriend, that he’s attached to your hip can be misleading. he misses you a lot, but he won’t despair on his own, felix is his own best company when you’re busy and loves the thrill of toys.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

well. have you seen him dance? he can be a big tease with that banging body of his. felix tagging you on his socials to send you and stays into a frenzy with his thirst traps is a seductive move that you quite enjoy, to be honest. he can shake it, his outfits are dazzling, and he’s too cute and kind to ever ignore. felix makes sure he’s a bit more modest than during his single days, though: some things are for your eyes only. the company understands… sometimes. but when he comes home, you always make sure he knows where he belongs anyway with a freaky play session and lots of snuggles.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the girl group songs and solo female artist albums he will blast might as well drown out his immense groaning. but hell, felix is pretty vocal. you always get feedback and `right there, yeah´ replies… he’s the sweetest and most gorgeous.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a sexy phone screen. completely unafraid of saucy material in general. writes rated fanfics here and there. polaroid king next to chan and seungmin who tend to keep things a lot more secret, however. but he’s definitely a child of the internet, so he’s unafraid to use google alrighty. when he has a question he thinks is too silly, he won’t bother his domme and ask the world wide web instead.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

cute man, cute dick. very upright, compact, not huge aka two fists, not short aka one fist, it’s all nice and balanced, and a midrange length does feel best. doesn’t come with some freaky levels of girth — more sleekness, skinnier below the top. a bit column-like as a whole, no? in one word, handy is probably the right way to describe it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his cuddle-o-meter and need to flirt is actually much higher. foreplay is life, and life is foreplay. all else is just the cherry on top. that is felix’ number one very practiced motto.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t tire until he voiced his every compliment. which will take a long time, and no, he doesn’t want to take center stage for its own sake; it just comes out like a waterfall naturally. felix has plenty of commentary on how it all went, and it’s mostly positive anyway. when something went a bit wrong, he won’t sweat it. if there was a terrible mistake, he’ll be downtrodden — and the whole scene is safeworded in an instant, from either you or him, anyway. felix has no incentive to push himself to keep going when something is just faulty. in other words, he’s not the type to just adapt and go, pushing the limits, being tough, like lee know would. felix being a soft sub at heart will always show. which also means he has plenty of energy left during aftercare. no dozing off in sight when you could do all the pillow talk in the world. felix will shoulder your worries and thoughts of all kind and massage you all you want.

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[eds6ngel]

Hello love! Could you do a Steve x Munson!reader?? I want like protective big brother Eddie and love sick Steve and reader I think it’d be so cute! Btw you’re so talented and I absolutely adore you and your writing 💘💘💘

of course i can my love! and thank you ever so much for the compliments, it means a lot to me <3

warnings: fem!reader. munson!reader. no physical appearance mentions so r could be biological or adopted sibling. swearing. a lot of comedy. fluff. comfort. a love confession!! [1.5k].

You started dating Steve at the beginning of ‘85. Your Uncle Wayne had taken a great liking to him, Steve being extra polite when you first invited him around to dinner with your family. When he called it a night and headed home, Wayne closed the door with the words: “He’s a very good kid, Y/N.”

But, there was one person who wasn’t fond of your boyfriend at all, and that would be your brother, Eddie.

Eddie was a prime victim of Steve’s ‘King’ era, recklessly getting bullied by Steve and his friends at the time. So, when you eventually broke the news that you were seeing Steve, it’s safe to say your brother did not take it lightly.

Eddie actually stopped speaking to you for a good day and a half, and then sulked around you for the remainder of the week.

He had eventually gotten used to it, Steve acting nice enough when you invited him over and Wayne wasn’t home. But, just because he was used to it didn’t mean he liked it. If anything, he despised it.

So, instead of leaving you two alone when he would come over, he would become extra annoying.

And boy did he enjoy it.

“Hey, Wayne?” you ask, walking into the living room where he was lounging on the couch. “Is it alright if Steve comes over tomorrow night?”

“Course it is darlin’,” he replies, signalling over to your brother, “But, I am out for the night, I have a shift. So, you should really be asking Eddie.”

“Yeah, whatever…” he mumbles, not looking up from his Heavy Metal magazine, obviously listening in to the conversation between you and Wayne.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say optimistically, “Thanks Eds!”

You skip back to your room, running to the phone so you could let your boyfriend know, unaware of the conversation that was happening in the living room.

“You gotta accept who they are son, you can’t be sittin’ here all grumpy any time she brings up the poor boy.”

Eddie sighs out frustratedly, “He’s an asshole Wayne. He bullied me for two years!”

Wayne looks up from his newspaper, “Has he bullied ya recently?”

Eddie pouts his lips, avoiding Wayne’s gaze, mumbling out a “No.”

“Exactly boy,” he replies, “He’s obviously changed, people can do that. Your sister wouldn’t date him for no reason.”

Eddie shakes his head, groaning out, until a little idea pops in his head. An idea that he could accomplish tomorrow.

You and Steve were sat on the couch, snuggled up to one another, some cheesy horror flick on the TV which Steve had rented out from Family Video.

“How’s your week been, beautiful?” Steve asks with a smile, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Not bad, Mrs. Click only gave me a B- on that damn History homework, again! Like, I really don’t understand what this woman wants from me, honestly,” you softly laugh.

“Babe, I think you forget that I get a C in every class, so anything above that is incredible to me,” he tangles his hand in your hair and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too,” you whisper back, “Grades are technically just a reflection of the teacher’s working. If most of your kids are failing, technically that’s your fau—“

But, your sentence gets interrupted by the loud sound of clashing from behind you, Eddie shifting through the cupboards to grab something.

“Hey Eds,” he looks up at you, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I just fancied a grilled cheese, so I thought I’d make one,” he smiles.

“You know Wayne left that soup in the fridge that Mrs. Johnson gave to us. You just need to heat it up,” you remind him, your patience wearing thin.

“Nah, I don’t feel like that,” he looks between the two of you, innocently saying, “Oh, I won’t interrupt you guys. You just keep being cutesy and all that shit.”

You sigh as you snuggle back into Steve’s side, trying to focus on the movie. But, you could’ve sworn Eddie was being extra loud on purpose, slamming the fridge door shut and throwing the frying pan on the stove.

It went all quiet for a while, the low sound of sizzling being the only distraction in the background, silent enough for you and Steve to focus back on the movie.

However, that was until Eddie called to you, “Hey Y/N!”

You roll your eyes as you turn around and look behind you, “Yes Eddie?” you ask with a sarcastic smile.

He signals you to come over with his arm, “Would you say this is cooked enough?”

You pinch your forehead with your fingers, “When it’s golden brown, it’s cooked Eddie.”

“Yeah, but what is ‘golden brown’? Just, get your ass over here.”

You groan out as you get up from your seat, stomping over to Eddie and looking down at his food sizzling away in the frying pan.

“Eddie, you haven’t even flipped it over yet,” you stare at him with a deadpan look.

“Oh yeah, so I haven’t,” he smiles back at you, a smile you wanted to wipe right off of his face, “See, this is why I need you sis. Where would I be without you?”

You walk back to the couch, mumbling under your breath, “Away from me, that’s for sure,” laying completely on top of Steve as he wraps his arms around your back, yours around his neck as your face squishes into his chest.

Although you can’t see, Eddie’s frustrations are growing. How did that make you two even closer? Eddie smirks to himself as he thinks of something that would definitely get you to move away from Steve.

You haven’t looked up from the screen in over five minutes. With the grilled cheese sizzling away behind you, you believe Eddie has everything under control for once. That’s until you smell the sense of burning behind you, followed by the loud blaring of the smoke alarm.

“What the fu— Eddie!” you yell, leaping off of the couch, Steve covering his ears with his hands at the loud noise as you turn the hob off and move the frying pan onto the worktop.

Eddie returns from the bathroom, you yelling at him, “What the hell were you doing?”

“I needed a piss!”

“Well, you can’t just leave food unattended!” you shout, smacking the smoke alarm with your fist, knowing from experience that the worn out item died down from doing that motion.

“Jesus,” he holds his hands up, “I’m sorry.”

You huff as you head back over to Steve, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you say, “I’m heading to the bathroom, okay?”

He nods as you exit the room, leaving just him and Eddie alone, Eddie assembling his burnt sandwich, although he didn’t mind, since it got you away from Steve.

But, maybe this was worse, because now he was stuck in a silent atmosphere with his former bully.

Steve speaks up, “I’m not going to hurt her, y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t look at Steve as he continues making his sandwich, “What?”

Steve turns around, looking at Eddie in the kitchen, “I said I’m not going to hurt her. I’m not like I used to be. King Steve died a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe that,” Eddie mumbles back, throwing his grilled cheese on a plate and heading towards his room.

“Dude, wait!” Steve yells, getting up from his seat and jogging over to him, Eddie turning his back as he leans against the kitchen countertop, “Look, I know why you don’t believe me, hell, I wouldn’t either.”

He sighs, “The reason Nancy Wheeler broke up with me is because I didn’t care about her problems. When she needed me most, I wasn’t there. I don’t want to be that again for your sister, man,” Steve admits. “I love her, I can’t lose her. I’m not like I was before, I’m not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore, I couldn’t give two shits about popularity, all I care about is being a good boyfriend to your sister. And all I ask of you is to accept that because if you started dating my sister, I would accept it in a heartbeat.”

“You love me?” you whisper as you come out of the bathroom, looking at Steve with a loving gaze. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cups your cheeks, “Yeah baby, I love you.”

You smile, your insides burning alive at the confession, “I love you too.”

Steve sighs happily as he slots his lips in between yours, the two of you sharing a soft kiss, expressing all of your love and admiration for each other.

Eddie slides past the two of you and heads to his room with his food. Did he 100% believe Steve had completely changed? No. He was still pretty convinced that the old him was buried away in there somewhere.

But, was he undoubtedly in love with you? Yes. And although he feels protective of you after everything the two of you had been through together, the one thing he could let you do is be happy with your boyfriend.

You deserved love, and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

i really hope you enjoyed this fic! i had a lot of fun writing it <33

[orlissa]

How Not to Commit a Crime Against Historical Fashion–A Basic Guide for Writers

I have been reading a lot (mostly YA) (pseudo)historical (fantasy) novels (and let’s not even get started on what’s going on TV), and I’m stunned and horrified by the complete lack of basic understanding of historical fashion most authors display (not you, Rebecca Ross, darling, you didn’t do anything wrong). So here is a little guide from a miffed little gremlin who knows just a tad bit more about what people wore in the ye olden days than the average person (really, I’m no expert), so YOU don’t commit these heinous crimes:

First and foremost, and I cannot stress this enough: clothing and fashion don’t exist in vacuum. They are intrinsically tied to culture, climate, and, maybe most importantly, technology.

For the most of history (and I’m primarily talking about Western history here, sorry), people wore a simple base layer under their clothing: chemises, shifts, undershirts, underpants, drawers, combinations. Women and men! These had a very important function: they protected the actual outer layers from sweat, and protected the skin from chafing (e.g. from a corset). In the time and day when you didn’t have sewing and washing machines, outer clothes were relatively super expensive, while doing laundry was an actual nightmare. You didn’t want to wash you gowns much, because it was hard on your hands and on the fabric as well. So instead you wore a chemise–made of, most likely, some inexpensive, white material, in an easy-to-sew shape–, and changed and washed that chemise frequently. So as long as your worldbuilding doesn’t include (basically) fast fashion and washing machines (washing spells?), you really, really wanna have your characters to wear an undershirt/chemise.

You also have to think about colors. Chemical dying had a great advancement in the 1860s, which brought on a plethora of new and bright shades that actually lasted. Women’s clothing thus became extra and blindingly colorful, while men’s clothing went… black. As before these chemical dies black dye was hard to make and it also faded fast. (So yeah, your medieval bad guy is actually not that likely to wear black.) Purple is extra tricky, as it was traditionally made from a little creature called the purple dye murex, and making such dye was a lot of work and thus super expensive–so for the longest time only the wealthiest wore purple: senators, cardinals, kings…

(I just read a scene today where in the late 1800s Sicily a male character exchanged a leather shirt for a black (linen?) one at the town market, which he put right on the skin. I was understandably upset and manifested the author stepping on a piece of Lego.)

Climate really determines what people wear: think not only about the temperatures, but what raw materials are available at the climate. (Like, can they wear silk? Are there silk worms in this world? If yes, where? How can the characters have access to it?) Also, do not be daunted by the layers and think that your characters would be sweating buckets in the summer: we are talking about natural materials here which breathe.

Also, I’m not happy to rain on your parade, but generally speaking your (pseudo)historical character wouldn’t be showing too much skin in public. They don’t have sun screen, so they’d be protecting their skin from the sun by covering up–no short sleeves and super low necklines for you! However, evening attire can be more daring (short sleeves! Uncovered shoulders! Décolletage!)

I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: before the… say second third of the 19th century, you don’t have corsets. You have stays, that give the body a conical shape. Then at the turn of the 18th-19th centuries you have transitional stays, which might be closer to modern bras/bralettes than you’d think. The point of these is to push the boobs up (since the gown is loose around the stomach, there is no point in trying to shape the silhouette there). Then you have corsets. You cannot tightlace (drastically shrink the waist) until the mid-19th century, when metal eyelets in corsets are introduced (and so they can take more tension). Still, it was more like an exception than a rule.

“Whalebone” is not actual bone. It’s baleen, those thingies in the whales’ mouth they use to filter their food from the water. Baleen is made of keratin, the same substance that makes up your fingernails, making them flexible.

Also, it’s just my general advice: try not to conceptualize corsets as bras, but as shoes: they need to be broken in, but once they are molded to your body, they are rather comfortable.

Clothes also play a cultural function–they have a meaning, a function. E.g. the point of panniers (those wide hip-thingies in 18th century gowns) and crinolines was that the women who wore them took up a lot of physical space. Women might not really had much say in everyday life, but they used fashion to show that they are there (men hated it, btw).

General silhouette guide to the 19th century, very roughly:

1800-1820s: Regency (brr, I’m gonna say it… Bridgerton). Boobs up, waistline right under the boobs, skirt is light and loose, with not much volume (will end up looking like a nightgown if the costume designer is not careful enough)

1820s-1830s: waistlines are going down (but still kinda up), skirts are getting fuller, sleeves puffier

1840s-1860s: waistline down to the natural waist, skirts are getting really full with huge crinolines, sleeves slim down, pagoda sleeves (getting wider down from the elbow) later down the road

1870s: First bustle period. Skirts get flat in the front and the sides, stick out in the back.

Turn of the 1870s-1880s: Natural form era. The bustle shrinks.

1880s: Second bustle period. The bustle comes back, gets even bigger.

1890s: Skirts become more A-lined, sleeves get puffed up (till they are ridiculous), chest shaped like a dove’s

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hihi!!! can i req a mei x fem!r with a r who previously went on a little journey and is literally known widespread (negatively or positively is up to you!!) but mei didn’t know?? (for the story I’d probably recommend something like avatar the last air bender!!) thank you 💗💗

You got it! Not sure what you mean by “story like atla”, but I’m happy to give head cannon format cause that’s all I can do energy wise rn

Anyways!

Mei x Fem!FormerJourney!Reader

obviously, you didn’t tell her about your former journey with the pilgrims. You did disclose your true age to her though

I feel like she would try chatting you up when she saw you in a café and you would be like ‘dear, I’m far older than you think’

Her response? “Oh, so you’re a milf? Even better!”

She doesn’t talk alit about her family, so I don’t think she told you about her heritage until she got a few dates out of you

You weren’t entirely surprised. To be honest, the gods did have the humor to do something like this to ya

You did try and gently bring up the fact that you are closer to her great great (however many times) grandfathers age than hers but she would just wave it off and to be fair, you did truly like her. So you didn’t say anything

Uuunnnnttiillk she finally introduced you to MK and the rest of the gang

Tang over here spit his noodles out, exclaiming your name. He shit up out of his seat and flitted around you, making your head spin with question after question. MK joined him and Mei had to break them up

“Woah woah woah, calm down. What’s got you two excited? This is just my girlfriend”

“SHES YOUR GIRLFRIEND? SHE WENT ON THE JOURNEY WITH THE MONKEY KING!” MK informed her

After her ears stopped ringing, things clicked. She whirled around to you.

“What down to you say anything??”

You shrug

“I tried. You liked the idea of me just being a MILF”

Anyways, now she has the chance to show you off to her parents and brag about how great you are because you met and fought with the Monkey King. Though they didn’t know how much time had passed between then and now until Mei let it slip months later

That’s alll, folks!