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[howdyfriend]

Celeste LORE?? PREHAPS?? ANYA ?? A N DY ?? FUVKINB- EXPLODES

i am free from the road once more so i will answer ur ask now :)

Im going to talk about Anya and Celeste’s world itself first though so i can get into more character specific stuff.

Since they are super cool supervillains, they gotta have powers right? In this world, magic mostly genetic. There are alternative magics, think like potions and shit, but its weaker and more finicky. The most worthwhile magic is passed down from parent to child. It works like regular genetics, some powers are more dominant than others, generations can be skipped, etc. Anya got her powers from some distant aunt, and most of her close family does not have magic, save her cousin. Celeste’s family have had very strong, dominant magic, so she and her siblings all have their fathers magic. Magic is influenced by where and how your ancestors lived, Anya’s ancestors lived near water, so she has water magic. Celeste’s ancestors were the ones who would keep night watch, and as such has darkness and shadowy related powers. Not everyone has powers, and over time the number and diversity of people who can use magic has gone down.

Anyways Character Time Yay

Celeste grew up super rich. Like uber mega crazy rich. Not Jeff bezos kinda rich but really fucking rich. Eldest of four children, she grew up expected to bear the family name, business, and riches when her father dies. As such, a lot of pressure was put on to her. Everything was chosen for her. Every extracurricular, every class, even her outfits were planned ahead. She was allowed no individuality. She was the heir, designed to be a carbon copy of her father.

You could imagine how terrified she was when she realized she was trans.

She knew she couldn’t come out. While she didn’t like how she lived, it was better than the streets. So, for years, she sat on this revelation, growing more and more uncomfortable and angry at everything. She would reach out for support and be dismissed, restrictions for her behaviour were getting tighter, and the dysphoria was becoming overwhelming. That is until she saw the perfect chance to end all of this.

Her father had just wrote his will. One day, she went into his office to ask a question and saw it lying out on his desk. He had named her both sole heir and power of attorney to his estate, and knew that this was her chance to get out of all of this. Despite her increasing restrictions on her movement, she was able to secure enough cash from around the house to hire a hitman. No paper trail was left behind. Everyone in that house died that day, and she inherited huge money.

Anya grew up in a standard, suburban home. White picket fences, oak trees with tire swings, garages with suvs and minivans. Her childhood was ordinary at best. Despite a lack of expertise in the area, her parents managed her magic well and her abilities developed nicely. It wasn’t until middle school until things went wrong. She had been pestered by a small pack of bullies for a while, but had recently started escalating their behaviour. So she fought back. Small things at first, directing tap water back at their faces, causing clouds to pour rain down onto them, innocuous things like that. Over the course of middle school and high school she was starting to get fed up with the increasingly agressive attacks from her bullies, when it all came to a head on the night of her graduation when they tried to drop the stage lights onto her. She was a theatre kid though, and was able to get out of the way fast enough to not get crushed. In a fit of rage for ruining her moment in the spotlight (which they just tried to kill her with) she lost control over her powers, sucking every ounce of water out of their bodies. Feeling the adrenaline rush, she let herself go completely, savouring the power she felt. Eventually though, she stopped, and realizing the damage she caused, ran away.

She wasnt going to let up on that feeling of power though. Not a chance. After honing her newfound power on the local wildlife, she packed her bags and started life anew in a different country, becoming a hit man. One night she was approached by a young man seeking to inherit his fathers wealth. He knew he would be caught if he was the killer, so saught out her instead. He asked to frame it as a home invasion, as not only would he pay her in cash but in whatever valueables she wanted from his home. She took the deal, and got to work. After everything was said and done, they parted ways, Anya using her extra wealth to fund a far more lavish lifestyle. This lifestyle lead her to a house party, where she would meet an awfully familiar face.

Anyways they get together and decide “fuck it lets just cause problems on purpose” and become supervillains the end.

and for andy i have something planned for him ;) its fun dont worry :)

[sukunas-wife]

hello 👋 I absolutely love your writing and it makes me soft 💗 can I ask for something soft with baby yuji who won't stop crying until dad sukuna comes home and bc reader left him with babysitter 🥹 anyway idk if u take anons but if u do can I be 🩵

🥹 Yuji’s the kinda kid who looks up to his dad no matter what, there is no wrong in his eyes. so I can see a confused Sukuna threatening a baby sitter because his son is crying and not running to him screaming daddy! 😭

The palace was quiet aside from the fact Yuji was crying hysterically, his eyebrows furrowed and snot running down his nose. The babysitter was holding his kicking figure trying to get him to calm down. He was thrown halfway over his shoulder still reaching out for his mother who had left not too long ago. The babysitter finally relented, kneeling and setting Yuji down. “Hey buddy, I know you don’t spend a lot of time away from your parents but you’re gonna be okay we can play your favourite game. We can do anything you want.”

Yuji stood there fidgeting his hands, teary eyed as his bottom lip shook firm trying to hold back cries. “Cmon bud tell me what you want?” He held Yuji at arms length, looking hopeful now that the boy wasn’t screaming in his ear. “I wan..” his voice shaky “I WANT DADDY” he threw himself on the floor crying louder when he hit his head. The babysitter sighed, picking up Yuji and carrying him to the table, “Let’s get you something to eat, your mom left in such a rush I don’t know if you ate.”

Yuji sniffled, still teary eyed, when his babysitter left him alone at the table to run and get a quick snack. A mistake on his part, Yuji looked around before turning around and sliding off his chair. “‘M leaving.” Yuji ran to his room trying to hide under his bed when he heard his babysitter calling his name, and running around looking for him. “Hey bud! Yuji! Prince!?” He ran into the room stopping in front of his hiding spot, “Prince Yuji, your mom AND Dad gonna kill me if I lose you please!” His pleas were in vain when Yuji buckled down and refused to make a sound or come out. He was glaring at his babysitter’s feet, before he turned around and rushed out the room “where are ya kid?!”

As soon as the babysitter closed the door Yuji rushed out and to the tapestry on the wall wiggling to get behind it, “he won’t go to daddy’s room.” Just before he could jump to reach the door he felt something grab him and he screamed before busting out into tears. “DADDY HELP!” Flailing around while “Ryosuke” his babysitter tried to carry him back to the table, “Cmon Yuji! Ya gotta eat or at least work with me buddy.” He sat Yuji down at the table only for Yuji to look straight down with an angry pout, “Nu.”

“Please?” “Mm mm” He shook his head back and forth. “Please Prince Yuji?” “No!” He turned his back to Ryo trying to slip off the chair again only for Ryo to pull him back, “Can’t leave til we talk this out just tell me what I can do please?” Ryo was borderline begging only for Yuji to side eye him over his shoulder, with teary eyes “Hide and seek.” Ryo sighed “alright one game, but I’m hiding, you’d probably run out the house.”

Yuji just stared at Ryo with dry tears in his eyes, “…okay..” Yuji put his head down on the table counting, listening to Ryo walking away and out of the room. As soon as he was gone Yuji ran out the other side of the dining room and ran straight for your room, “he can’t catch me,” his little legs making it to his parents room he tried to quietly close the door before running to the bed clinging to the blanket trying to climb up. “Tora” Yuji grunted, finally climbing onto the bed where he snatched his stuffed tiger, hugging it. Everything was quiet, Yuji sat there with his back against the headboard. Bringing his knees up he hugged his plushie, before the tears started to quietly fall, “want my daddy..” he flopped over onto your pillow, the tears slowly falling while he looked out your room’s window. The sky was blue, the tree branches outside were big and green, the birds that used to sing in the morning and coo at night were gone… he was alone. He closed his eyes blindly reaching for the blanket to cover himself, there was a tight feeling in his little chest and he sniffled crying himself to sleep.

Yuji woke up hot, his face and body sweating. Tora was on the floor. His hair sticking to his forehead and he started to tear up until he heard a loud banging and screaming. “LORD SUKUNA! IM SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL DAY HE SAID HE THE YOUNG PRINCE! He said he wanted to play Hide and seek!- You fool you humans are useless pathetic excuses of flesh If I find my son and he’s hurt in any way IT. WILL. BE. YOUR. LIFE.” A loud thud, “URAUME don’t let him leave.” It sounded like Sukuna was snarling, “YUJI.” “Daddy!”

Yuji rushed, falling off the bed and jumping back up with Tora in one hand. He rushed to the door jumping to catch the knob. “YUJI” Sukuna’s voice was loud and clear through the heavy wooden door, “where the hell is MY SON.” Yuji could hear the loud banging and shocked gasps of the maids. Finally managing to get the door open he squeezed through “Daaaad!” Yuji stood in front of the door, red faced and happy to see his dad. Sukuna’s head snapped to look at his son, relief visibly washed over him. “Where wer- daaaaaad” Yuji started to cry for his dad, eyes closing when he rubbed his free hand against his eyes. Sukuna was shocked as he knelt down and called his son in a softer voice, “Come here Yuji.” Yuji sniffled and ran to his dad standing between his legs burying his face in his stomach trying to hug him the best his short chubby arms would. Sukuna’s stare softened as he ran a hand up and down Yuji’s back the boy’s cries and shaky breaths getting quieter the longer he was in his dads embrace. Picking him up as he stood, Yuji let his head fall on his dads shoulder hugging his tiger to his chest, his breathing was wheezy after crying himself sick. “What did this idiot do to you?” Sukuna turned to walk towards the babysitter who was kneeling rigid on the floor of the throne room. “…nothing..” was all Yuji mumbled when he saw the poor guy. “He didn’t hit you? Scare you? Make you cry?” Sukuna was staring down at his son. “No but he was annoying.” Yuji said, looking up at his dad. “Did you eat?” On que Yuji’s stomach grumbled, “no..” “He didn't feed you?” “I ran and hid..”

“Uraume,” Sukuna was staring the man down, Uraume left quickly “Yes Lord Sukuna.”

“You,” Ryo’s eyes quickly flicked up and down, not wanting to face Lord Sukuna, King of Curses for too long, “I’m feeling merciful.. Get out, and never come back by the time my son counts to five and I’ll let you live.”

“One… two…” Ryo struggled to get up, having already taken one hit from Sukuna, “uhh… three!” Ryo was managing to get out of the throne room to the door “Four… ehh ff..sss” Sukuna looked at his son confused, “six!” Yuji bounced, smiling up at his dad who was staring in disbelief. “Oh.. five!” The door closed by the time Yuji said five, “Really saved that guy huh?” Yuji hugged his dads neck “m hungry..”

“Let’s go, Uraume should be fixing something up, I’ll have to talk to your mother about those Damn babysitters too.” Yuji just smiled up at his dad, “You’re so strong daddy.”

Tysm for ask 🩵

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[kk43mi]

HII I LOVE YOUR POSTS SO MUCH

Can i order a somno with scaramouche x fem reader where he sees her pure and innocent form and then completely looses himself to the look of you?

Thank you for reading this and if i can, could i be the 🐑anon?

yas sheep anon! writing is so hard so this one is kind of rusheddd , but dont get me wrong I did try! hope you enjoy anon

purity┊scaramouche

PAIRING ┊ scaramouche x f!reader GENRE ┊ smut WC ┊1.5k+ WARNINGS ┊ cussing , i will call wanderer, scaramouche! , somnophilia , non-con , stalking , lowercase intended!!! SYNOPSIS ┊ selling baked goods , always trying to serve the best customer service to your buyers , there would always be a regular coming. little do you know that buyer always had impure thoughts of you. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! also modern-au (?) im sorry if this one isnt really goooddd, sorry for the delay too!!

you were a baker girl, always selling fresh pastries and doing the best you can to serve the best customer service for your buyers. you had the best bread in sumeru and people loved it! you were practically well known for them.

you would see regulars here and there, always loving to talk with them whenever they came to stop by to grab something to eat on the go. but this customer you had, came most than others.

scaramouche, he came almost everyday...maybe twice that day. however, you found solace in his tranquil company, occasionally deriving enjoyment from his presence. yet, deciphering the thoughts occupying his mind proved to be a bit challenging, not that it really mattered to you.

"hello! the usual?" you would always flash that smile of yours to him while waving. he gave a small nod. you would prepare his order, before presenting it to him in a neatly arranged plastic bag.

scaramouche grabs the bag, your hand slightly grazes his and he flinched. "bye! hope you enjoy!" scara nods and pays you before leaving the store. walking back to his abode, his face brightens up with a red.

"she touched me...she touched me..." repeatedly saying , that scene would always reminisce in his mind, wanting to feel that touch again. your hands are so soft, he sometimes thinks you were made for him.

how did this even start? it's quite simple. nahida suggested scara to try out this new place, a way to try and socialize and experience more taste buds! naturally, he harbored no intentions of consuming it himself. however, since nahida also expressed an interest, he set out to purchase it.

walking in the building where the bread nahida desired was settled in, he waits at the line, groaning in annoyance, too noisy, and too crowded. he was never a fan of clustered places. as the line shortens its finally his turn.

"one moment sir!" a voice from the other room can be heard. and scara waits, observing his surroundings a bit before a figure pops out of his view from the side, turning his head, his gazes intertwined with yours, and its as if its the most breathtaking thing hes ever saw. you.

"hi! sorry for the wait! im currently the only one working here so things are quite tough to get around!" you let out a chuckle afterwards. his mouth was slightly agape, no words leaving his mouth as he kept his gaze at you. your voice flows as smoothly as a captivating melody, and the grace of your countenance is truly majestic. "soo, what would you like..?"

"the...the special." he said in a quiet tone before shifting his hat to cover his top half face. "got it! ill pack it up for you right now!" before grabbing the tong and picking up the freshly made bakes.

did you always have that smile on your face? it was beautiful yet he felt the need to want to wipe that smile off your face, wanting to ruin it. the thoughts getting to him...were a bit too wild now. realizing it himself he shakes those thoughts away.

"here you go sir! i made sure to pack them nice and neat so they dont get all over the place." there you go again. flashing that smile. he snatched the bag and paid for what was needed. "enjoy your bread!" you yelled out as scara was already out the front door.

its been months now ever since that encounter. its like a spark awoken in him. he would want to see what your face would look like, covered in his cum. he would want to see you cock drunk, always begging for him to pleasure you more and more. he couldnt get enough, his hand wasnt enough. he needed the real thing.

when you were done with your shift, you close down the shop, packing up the left over bakes for you to take home and eat. turning off all lights before locking the entrance. of course how would scara get to see you if he didnt know your schedule?

he studied what you do everyday, what time you work, your breaks, and when you end. even knows the direction to your house. sure he didnt have the courage to just talk to you normally other than just ordering plain old bread is what he would describe.

locking up your shop, you now advance to your house. walking while the streets were quiet, though, sumeru was quite safe, so you didnt worry about anything! but little did you know scara was in the shadows, following you, admiring everything you do. sure you heard a couple footsteps, but shrugged it off as a dog or what.

reaching to your humble abode, you take your keys, unlocking the door before turning the knob to enter. but it didnt matter to scara, he knew which rooms was yours, going to the window associated to your room, he watches as you enter in, flicking on the light as you now took off your pants.

you were a "home is where the pants arent" type of person. it felt more relaxing to dress down indoors, especially since you were alone – the comfort of solitude made you feel relaxed at last, after a long day of serving and selling, you were exhausted. scara would always enjoy the view of your panties shaping out your ass.

the wild thoughts occupying his mind again, wanting to stuff his fat cock inside your cunt, pounding into you mercilessly until you couldnt walk for days. different positions, never stopping until you pass out. these thoughts accompanying his mind, a growing tent forms in his pants.

taking a hand to shift the harden shaft around to ease the pain. it was just aching to get out of his pants. he couldnt wait till you have fallen asleep, then he would do whatever he could to you.

charging your phone then being in the comforts in your bed, tucking yourself in before closing your eyes, falling into a deep slumber. taking this opportunity, he picks the window, before sliding it to the side to jump in. making sure his footsteps were light as a feather to not wake you up.

scara observes the room, inhaling the room that was covered in your sweet scent. looking at your sleeping figure, he comes closer, to admire your beautiful face. hopping onto the bed to have a better view. "fuck.." he couldnt contain his excitement any longer as he rubs a finger on the outline of your cunt.

making you wince a bit, he slides the panties to the side, looking at your bare cunt now. the sight makes him drool, wanting to devour it already. but it has seem his dick was really impatient. twitching in place already with precum on the tip staining his pants with a wet patch.

unzipping the jeans, his dick springs to life, hard and erect before he glides it against your folds. the sensation makes him grunt in pleasure, your heat making his body shudder before lining himself up to your hole. bottoming out when he fully sheathed himself with your walls. he harbored an intense desire to shatter your innocence.

groans falls from his mouth as he tried to contain them in order to not wake you up. his breath quivered, and at last, he began to stir. snapping his hips at yours, skin slapping skin echoing thru the room. his pace was rough, the feeling of you walls clasping around him felt so pleasurable to him.

balls slapping against your ass and his thumb pleasuring your clit. he was too focus on your pussy to even notice his pounding was harsh, it could wake you up. but he took the risk, trying to reach his high. thrusting turning sharper and harder each time his body connected with yours if that was even possible, it left little whines from your mouth, making scara more eager than ever to continue.

he couldnt hold it in anymore, his moans escaped his lips, grabbing your soft mounds to massage the flesh, and another hand, under your knee to push it up for a better angle. he was in so deep, pounding, thrusting, and pearls of sweat falls down from his forehead. taking his phone out from his pockets, pressing the record button. making sure your pussy and his dick disappearing into you was in view.

feeling your walls tighten around him, he figured you were bound to cum soon. his thrust getting sloppier and pace was slower, he continued on, wanting to reach his limit, and inject his cum into you. hes imagining more vulgar things he would do to you. sex up against the wall? yes. you tied up while he eats you out? of course. him fisting your hair and fuck facing you? thats his favorite.

minutes passed and he was close, and with one final push and groan, he cums inside your pussy. gasps and pants emitting from his lips as he tried to regain himself. he stilled himself in you for a bit before pulling out, cum gushing from your pussy and pooling under the sheets.

he smiles at the sight before his dick scoops up the remaining cum, fucking it back into you. a couple more breathless pants before he moved his hips again. this sure was going to be a long night.

the next day you would wonder why there was a strange smell from the sheets, and why your thighs were sticky.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Taken Abroad is sooo good! And the accompanying memes are great too 💖

Bro imagine if demon reader went full hardcore one day and just keeps letting to circlets dig into their flesh and bone until their hands just fall off, using the second they separate to vanish. Like they are a forest demon, so what if they just regrow their hands? Or make prosthetic nature ones? Like I’m sure their freedom wouldn’t last long (thanks to Monkey King’s gold vision) but I’d love to see the group’s reaction to such gruesome determination!

Taken Aboard:

Amputation

I’m glad you like it! I really thought that the Journeyfam should have a mix of goofy and tragic, because the novel itself can get pretty damn funny.

Another ‘funny’ thing? This little stunt wouldn’t work at all. Given what we know about Wukong’s powers, he can rip his head off and regenerate it (His beheading contest with the Tiger Strength Immortal in the novel) and since he’s still got the circlet after that…

Y/N will still have theirs.

And obviously no one is happy to see that this child would do something so horribly gruesome and bloody to themself, leaving to a wide array of horrified reactions.

Ao Lie is devastated that you would hurt yourself for any reason at all. Once you’ve been dragged back to camp by the snickering Monkey King, the dragon prince rushes to your side and snatches you up, nuzzling you to his chest. “Oh, I’m glad you’re alright! You poor little thing, what were you thinking? Trying to slice those bands off! Sweetie, what if something had gone wrong during the regrowing process? Here, let Brother Lie wash the blood off of you!”

He dotes on you for a good hour or two, starting by thoroughly scrubbing you down in a shallow washbasin. (He heats the water in his draconic form.) There’s a mixture of very light scolding and extraordinary concern, scraping all across your body with a wooden bath brush. Once you’re nice and clean you get wrapped up in one of his spare robes to dry off, forced to sit and listen to one of the monk’s lectures as Lie brushes out and braids your hair.

“I think you need to start sleeping in Brother Lie’s tent from now on, sweetie. Maybe it’ll help to keep those little feet from wandering, hmm?”

His voice is gentle, even as you’re forcibly stuffed into a thick sleeping bag, the same one that Lie always uses. For a moment you think he’s simply going to watch you to prevent any further escapades, but then he squishes in beside you, wrapping you tight in his arms.

“Sleep well, sweetie. Big brother will keep you safe.”

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Sun Wukong laughs at you first, having tried the same thing by: smashing his forehead inwards, shattering his skull entirely, ripping his head off, etc. “You could have just asked for some advice on the cuffs, bud. I would’ve told ya that they jump back to your real body, y’know!”

His hands work through the tangled locks of your hair, plucking out juicy bugs and crunchy twigs. “Shut up,” you huff, squirming around in his lap. “I hate them. And you wouldn’t have known whether or not it would’ve worked! You only have one of them!” “S’not fair,” he half-heartedly agrees, if only to set up his next few word. “You should’ve just had one- around your neck to shut you up!”

The Great Sage giggles as you lunge at him, dodging your attempt to bite his wrist. “Easy, easy! C’mon, I was just teasing you!” He grabs your waist and wrestles you to the ground, his fingers dragging lightly across your skin as he tries to force a few giggles or even just a smile out of you. Between angry laughs you manage to throw a punch, feeling his snout bend under your hand.

And though it doesn’t hurt worse than a mild sting, Wukong is still a little astounded that his ‘little sibling’ got outright violent with him. “…you know what, bud? Maybe you do need some ‘quiet time’. I’m gonna keep you here in my lap for a few more hours, I think. And! No saying even a word!”

And before you can argue or complain he tacks on a “How bout I tell you another story from my time back in Flower Fruit Mountain, huh?” Of course you get a story, because this isn’t really a punishment, after all. He’s just framing it as one so you ‘have’ to sit and spend time with one. He’s a pretty clever monkey.

“…a story about killing hunters?”

“Sure thing, kiddo.”

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Sha Wujing has no words. He’s hurt and saddened that you would do this to yourself, nearly in tears at the sight of your wounds. He finally has people who accept not only his mistakes and misdeed, but his demonic form alongside them.

And now one has done this.

To Wujing, this isn’t just a team of random travelers. This is his family. You are his family. And he cannot bear to see you so upset and distraught that you might switch to such gruesome and self-injurious behaviors.

The river demon will switch to baby gloves afterwards, treating you like a porcelain figure that is bound to shatter when mishandled.

He’ll carry you on his shoulders and his back and in his arms, squishing your tiny form perfectly into his protective chest. For hours on end the demon will usher you about, never daring to let you free from the safety and security that his power offers.

Instead of allowing you to feed yourself, Wujing will push cut your meals into pieces and them to you piece by piece, ensuring that you won’t choke (intentionally or otherwise) on them. And he won’t let you get dressed alone

He sees the severance of your limbs more as a form of “self-harm” than an attempt to escape, unfortunately for you. It leads him to think of you as a danger to yourself that needs to be properly wrangled and tended to.

All you can do when he’s around from then on is submit to “Brother Sand’s” loving care, and pray he might stop thinking of you as unstable and prone to breakage.

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Zhu Bajie is thoroughly disgusted, though that revulsion is born mostly of worry. Nobody wants to see a kid slice off their own wrists, and he certainly wasn’t hoping to see you standing in a puddle of your own blood, your torn flesh bubbling sizzling and bubbling up as it regrew.

And he especially didn’t want something so awful to happen to his little sibling. Not to someone so very precious to him.

Bajie really just… doesn’t know what to do.

You’re hurt. Usually this scenario ends with him either eating a human or smashing a demon’s head open with his nine-tooth rake. And he’d fight off the monk’s reprimands with his own volley of justifications. “Y/N is a child! Any jerk who would hurt them is unforgivable!” He’d declare, his mouth stained with fresh crimson. “A demon who would put their hands on a child is just a monster, that’s all,” the pig might yell, clutching you to his chest protectively.

Neither of those are options when you’ve the person that hurt you is yourself.

All the swine can really do is hold you and try not to scream your ear off about never hurting yourself again, rocking back and forth like he’s trying to soothe a baby to sleep.

Maybe that will help.

Maybe if he holds you long enough and keeps his grip tight, Bajie can prevent you from being hurt by anyone or anything ever again.

Or maybe it’s just his way of keeping you from leaving him and this little family again.

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Tang Sanzang, reasonable man that he is, understands that you’re not in a great headspace right now. If things got so bad that you viewed the gory removal of your arms as a reasonable option to escape, then what you need isn’t further punishment… but a firm and guiding hand.

So the monk refrains from the sutra and chooses instead to tend to your fragile condition. Reassurance that he isn’t angry at what you’ve done to yourself, a promise that you’re already forgiven for running. I think he’s likely to mandate constant surveillance of you from now, always to be under the eye of either him or one of his disciples.

He tends any wounds or aches with balm, stitches the tears in your clothing, then puts you to bed with a canteen of water at your side.

His well of patience is truly endless, only leaving room for an occasional reprimand or a quick tightening of the blessed bands on your wrists. There’s no lashing out, no brutal punishments.

Hurting yourself has not changed that.

Sanzang will spend each early morning before travel checking you over for new wounds and changing out any bandages you’ve got wrapped around old injuries.

The Great Monk stills cherishes you, of course. He’ll never stop cherishing you.

He’s just a little more gentle with that love now.

[avocado-writing]

BrooOOO I've been thinking about Roland Blum going to absolute TOWN on some pussy, like you're on your back and he's sitting up on his knees in the bed with your legs over his shoulders. He holds your hips up to his mouth by your ass, going full feral on your cunt--

You're sopping, and his beard is drenched as he slurps you to hell and back. He actually GROWLS into your pussy with pleasure using that gravely voice, practically purrs too and the vibrations from his throat radiate straight to your clit. The texture of his beard, his prominent nose, his switch from sucking you like candy to smashing his whole face up in there and shaking like a dog!!!! His head is tragically out of your reach, otherwise your hands would be buried and pulling on his gorgeous curls! He misses it too, but your wanton cries spur him on, he loves hearing you drunk on him and unrestrained, sobbing his name. You try to keep yourself grounded, digging your nails into his thighs, and what you can reach of his forearms as you hold on for dear life. It leaves marks, scratches he wears proudly on his soft flesh.

He can get a little mean, waxing poetic about what a little slut you are and slapping your clit to hear you shriek, when it's his turn to be in control. He did take moments to drag his tongue on your inner thighs, and left bite marks in his wake. Now, you're squirming in his grip as you're wound tighter and tighter, already having cum at least once, and you want more but your body simultaneously cries out and pulls away. "Such a gorgeous fuckin' pussy," he muses, "lookatcha, fuckin' tremblin' for me." He's pulled back from your cunt, watching as you clench around nothing at his words, before adding his fingers into your eager, sensitive hole once again. He uses the flat of his tongue on you again, demanding to know who this pussy belongs to (him, of course, in this moment at least-- only him).

It's when he starts fluttering his fingers side to side across your clit that you really need to be restrained, his other arm holding you against his chest as your muscles contract and your legs quiver. Roland watching with lust ("ahhhhh, fuck yes. There it is") as your pussy gushes and you cum with a wail-- but his ministrations don't slow, and you're squirting again and again, and he makes another lecherous groan as slick drenches his chin, flowing down your ass, his chest and drips along down his front.

"Theeere ya go sweetheart. Atta girl," he coos, seeing tears of overwhelming pleasure in your eyes. He finally slows the motion of his fingers, rubbing instead with the full flat of his hand, letting you ride out the waves and grinding against his palm. (Your cum has run all the way to his elbow, adding a lewd shine to the dark hair and budding crescent marks there.)

Your mind must've liquified, probably cummed out completely. Roland gently lets your bottom half down to rest into his lap, a leg on either side of him and his raging hard-on prominent against your ass (he came while eating you out already, his cum mixed with yours in the messy puddle beneath you). He rubs your stomach for a moment watching you. When your eyes meet you see the self-satisfied smile grin plastered on his dripping face. "You still with us, sweetheart? If I ate your soul right out your snatch, tough luck but I'll take it as a win."

You tell him to shut up, tugging him forward by his beard to shove your tongue in his mouth. He hums, maneuvering you fully onto the bed (and off to the side of the mess you've made). Roland gets a little caught up in sharing the taste of you, your fingers in his hair. His jaw and tongue are incredibly sore, but he likes the pain if he's honest. (Which he isn't.) The two of you lay together lazily then, basking in the afterglow.

Eventually you pat his shoulder, getting his attention: For the love of God, please get off of me and get me a towel. He barks out a laugh, giving your nipple a pinch (with another huffed laugh) before heading to the bathroom, ass fully in display to you (and yes, you do watch as he goes).

"Order up," he jokes, quickly producing warm wet washcloths and fluffy dry towels. He's rinsed his beard, attempted to slick back his hair.

You thank him, and the both of you start cleaning yourselves, lending a hand to the other if necessary. The whole time, Roland serenades you (more like talk-singing, but it counts) with some obscure song. You give up on cleaning and instead head to the shower, Roland following suit.

You shampoo his hair, massaging his scalp-- he gets hard again, and massages your sudsy breasts together as he kisses and sucks your neck. Eventually you drop to your knees and suck him. You then let him fuck your soapy tits, and he blows his load across your chest.

When you're done showering, you move to the couch, order takeout, and watch Cutthroat Kitchen til you both pass out.

I've never seen The Good Wife. (Maybe this is just about Michael??) I've been typing this for 3 hours. It's 1am. I didn't expect to write a whole fic in your inbox. The walls are beginning to spin. I hope you like it at least. If not I'm so sorry.

hey anon? I shouldn't have read this at work. all i could do was stand there, horny and shellshocked. you're a poet and an artist.

everything about this is perfect. when roland blum goes down, he goes down. he won't stop until he feels you fluttering around his tongue from multiple, strung-out orgasms. it's this ^ fic. it's utterly and precisely this fic.

i'm going mental for this lol

[captainnameless]

I'm having a real crap time of it and struggling with a lot of things. Any soft thoughts on Oscar or lando or max?

Honestly no expectations at all, so honestly just ignore this if you have nothing.

Also hope you are having a good day

🐨🧡

i’m so sorry you’re going through it, wishing you lots of love! i went with Oscar since you mentioned him first.

It’s after Australia that they meet up, just the two of them. It’s a rare occasion, for whatever reason, and there’s a little bit of awkwardness without Lando as a third party.

Eventually, after a tour and some roughhousing with the dirtbakes the tension is gone and Oscar shuffles into the kitchen after a shower to get all the sand off.

“Danny?”

Daniel turns from the kitchen island, soft smile spreading onto his face. “Yea, bud?”

“Can I have a snack?” Oscar shifting from foot to foot now, fingers playing with the bottom of his shirt that suddenly looks too big on him. “Please.” He rushes to add.

Daniel keeps the smile, nods. “Of course,” He turns slightly to face the options. “You want me to cut up some fruits? We have apples and bananas, the mango’s good.”

Oscar shyly nods and before he can answer properly Daniel goes

“Oh!” One of the kitchen drawers gets opened and Daniel snatches up a packet of animal crackers, the good ones with chocolates. He waves it about with a smirk. “I know you boys like these.”

A blush creeps up Oscar’s neck as he nods again. “They’re nice.”

“I’ll fix you up something good.” Daniel hums, pulling out a bowl and snapping the packet open, pouring a generous amount into the bowl before also grabbing an apple. “Get comfortable buddy I’ll be right with you.”

Oscar takes the cue and shuffles out off the kitchen, curls himself up on the couch and waits for Daniel to get there.

They eat their snack together, Oscar obediently eats his apple first before diving into the crackers, while Daniel eats his trail mix and own apple, resisting ruffling Oscar’s hair when he finishes his bowl and goes to walk it back to the kitchen.

When Oscar reappears, he seems to have found his giraffe plush, and is rubbing an eye. “Danny?”

It doesn’t get old, ever.

“Yea, buddy?” Daniel asks, trying to contain his endearment.

“I could use a nap.”

Daniel figures he should call the news, or record this interaction to have Lando study it, because asking for naps is usually a rare experience.

Instead, Daniel stands up, moves over to pull Oscar into his chest for a second before kissing the top of his head. “Alright bub, let’s go.”

Oscar gets to pick guest bed or Daniel’s room and unsurprisingly picks Daniel’s. When they’re cuddled up Daniel speaks quietly.

“Ya know, a couple years ago I was here with a very distraught Lando, who thought the bugs here were gonna eat him.”

Oscar looks at him, clear exhaustion on his face but eyes big and wide. “Really?”

“Hmm.” Daniel hums, brushing his hand through Oscar’s hair. “Some of the boys thought it’d be funny to play a joke on him, but Lando didn’t think it was very funny and neither did I.”

“Did they get in trouble?” Oscar asks, clutching Louie a little bit tighter.

“Yep.” Daniel nods, squeezing Oscar close. “It’s not nice when the joke isn’t funny to everyone. They were only in trouble for a little bit, no one’s ever in trouble for a long time.” He reassures while Oscar settles into him a yawn escaping him.

Oscar falls asleep shortly after and Daniel watches him for a little bit before he decides a nap doesn’t sound bad at all.

[melancholyswayafterdark]

Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader) 9.5

CHAPTER IX.5: Intimacy

Okay, before we start, this is my very first time writing an NSFW chapter or any kind of 18+ writing! Let me know if you enjoyed or if it was good for a first-time Raph having sex chapter? Also i lied LMAO I was so excited to write this chapter that I stopped trying to write the final chapter! Anyway, enjoy!

Some tunes while you read! -

Chapter key:

——— = a flashback is happening or ending (——— followed by italics means the flashback is beginning)

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= perspective change

~ = small time skip -----

And holy mother of mutagen, he wanted this bad. Because honestly, he couldn’t be more in love with you.

Raphael is putting all the knowledge he has to work here. He’s gonna thank Casey Jones after this because if everything goes the way Casey said it usually goes, yeah, he's gonna be pretty happy. Raph was never a porn guy, just for the knowledge, but it was unrealistic. So, he had to get it from the source. And the only source he knew of was…well…Casey. 

—-

“It’s natural, nothin' you see on the Hub, man.” That was the first thing Casey said before he gave a whole night class session on sex. Sex 101. It wasn’t until April overheard his class and stepped in, snatching the whiteboard and black Expo marker away as he tried to find the clitoris of the vagina HE drew.

“Coming from a woman, this is totally wrong. Here-“ April points the marker at the clitoris, “although it’s a terrible looking drawing-“ 

“Hey!” Casey whines. Hey, not everyone can be an artist, right?

“-it won’t always look the same. It varies, it may be smaller or larger depending on how aroused she is. It’s up to you to work with what you have and get her to that point.”

Okay, so it went on to be Sex 101 with Casey AND April- until Casey just sat back and put his two cents in now and then. 

“It’s going to seem foreign to you, but trust me, it’s human nature to reproduce, it’s science, or whatever Donnie would say, ya know, go wit ya instincts!” Casey exclaims from the opposite side of the couch. 

—-

“Oh…oh, fuck, fuck,” Raphael melts at the feeling of his erected dick sliding so smoothly in your tight hole, being squeezed by your walls. It’s a feeling unmatched by anything. His hand didn’t compare to the feeling of you taking him all in despite being so tight. He’s never felt this feeling before, and he will now fantasize about you like this all the time. How gorgeous you look under him, your cheeks flushed. 

“Oh my god- you…you feel so fucking good, Raph~” You arch your back slightly as a response to the sensation of Raph beinginsideyou. He’s inside. He’s inside you, feeling the most intimate parts of you. Your sex, your dripping wet cunt that squelches every time he pumps in and out once he gets his pace. Raph grabs the headboard to your bed with one hand and fondles one of your breasts with the other. Now, Raphael is an ass man at heart, but due to the position, he was a titties man at the moment. God, he loved how soft they were, he would never be able to get over that. 

Since it’s Raphs first time having sex, he wants it to last. Last as long as it can before he cums. Plus, he wants you to cum. All over his emerald dick; He wants your juices all over it, so much that it glistens in the moonlight when he pulls it out to admire your excitement, then to put it right back in and continue business as usual. 

“Yeah? It’s good princess?” He moans into your ear, before moving his hand from your breasts down to your clit, ringing it like a bell. 

Flick, don’t rub. 

“Yeah! Oh-!” Your walls clench around Raph as he continues toying with your sensitive bud, as it only makes him love the sensation of you squeezing him. 

“Fuck, Raph! Faster!” You’re holding onto his bicep while your other hand covers his own, motioning to him that it feels too good, but he doesn’t stop. He slows his fingers down, he doesn’t want you to cum just from clit stimulation. He wants you to scream forhim, not his fingers. 

His pace quickens, you didn’t have to ask him as he thrusts at a faster rate in and out. Raph continues looking at you, not once stopping. He loves how your face makes those cute expressions every time he hits a particularly good spot. How sexy your body is, and how it’s his. 

This goes on, your moans fill up the room as it’s mixed in with your boyfriend's grunts and (also, surprisingly) moans. Raphael’s moans are quiet, as he tries to cover them with his grunts. But, he shouldn’t cover them. They may be the thing that sends you over the edge. 

That, or how he switched positions to have you on top of him, as he’s now fully balls deep inside you. Once you get comfortable on top, Raph’s hands are already toying with your ass, squeezing it. He’s an ass man at heart, don’t get it twisted. 

And honestly, this may be the thing that sends Raphael over the edge. It feels way too good. 

Forget the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him every time you bounced on top, he couldn’t get over the visual. He was face to face with you, breast bouncing every time you moved. How you gripped the headboard with one hand like Raph, and the other on his plastron. How you were working hard to make him feel good. He deserved it. 

Okay, forget the visual, it may be the smell. Or is it the sounds? Everythingdammit. Everything is perfect. 

Raph’s heightened senses can smell your sex, how you possess a distinctive sweet aroma. The smell of sex fills the room, as well as the perfume you put on today. Or, it could be your moans and how they intensified when you were on top. Raphael’s dick was on the bigger side of the spectrum. Not only that but being 7.5 inches whennot hard? Yeah. This turtle was packing, and he knew it. And to top it all off, the curve his dick had was gorgeous. Now, before he slid it in the very first time, you may have stopped to take a look at it. It was like a regular human dick, only… well, green. In Raphael’s case, he was also pretty veiny. With all this being said, it allows for an ensemble of different positive genital features to all play together and causes you to sing in response to their music. 

It was perfect, and Raph was perfect. His dick felt so good that your cunt dripped with juices, and you loved to feel it flow out when Raph’s member slid out of you when you bounced too high. You were feeling an addiction coming on because you couldn’t wait for it to be back in. How you hungrily grabbed it and moaned as you slid it back in yourself, guiding Raph’s hands back to your ass, and asking if he could spank you. 

He complied, although he wished you asked that earlier because his hands would’ve been all over your juicy ass. 

Raphael smirks up at you, spanking you again. Only this time, he smacks it harder. 

“Takin’ charge now…huh? Ya doin’ so good, baby…fuck,”  He cooes as he praises you. 

The stinging sensation on your cheek along with his sexy low voice only causes you to moan in response. because you can’t seem to form a proper sentence with all the oxytocin being released to your brain. 

Raphael watched as your eyes seemed to roll back from all the pleasure, and he started to thrust into you from under in a hungry manner. He wanted to cum, he had to. Once he heard your moans get louder, he decided to take charge now.

“Here, arch ya back fa me, just like that,” Raph orders you around, guiding you into the position he wanted you to be in. As your ass was in the air and your face smushed into the pillow, you couldn’t help but blush, you could feel Raph’s gaze on your dripping wet pussy. 

“All that fa me?” He teases, bringing his thumb on your clit to begin circular motions. You feel the same wave of pleasure again, and when Raph fills you up once again with his now twitching member, you feel this knot in your stomach that must be snapped no matter what. 

Before he begins to move, Raph rubs his hands all over your ass, giving it a hard smack that fills the room and then starts quickly slipping in and out. Now, this is it. Between the view of your hot supple honeypot taking him in and going deeper than he’s ever before, hitting new places, Doggystyle was the perfect position for you two to reach full nirvana.

His pace is faster than previous, and when you beg him to do it harder, he doesn’t skip a beat. 

“Ya gonna cum fa me princess?” Hearing that intensifies the knot in your stomach, and you turn your head so that you’re looking at your boyfriend. 

“Y-yes,”

“Can’t hear ya,”

“Yes!”

Raph smirks, his eyes now fixated on watching your ass hit his pelvis, “Still can’t hear ya!” as his fingers once again find their way to your clit, causing you to scream. 

“Raph! Yes! I’m gonna cum for you!” Raph doesn’t stop, he can feel your walls clenching around him as he plays with your nub, only for you to spasm under him and scream his name. He’s coming to enjoy that, by the way. 

“I-I’m g-gonna~” “Dat’s right baby, just like that,” Something about Raph’s voice had been the deal breaker to send you over the edge, because you felt that knot coming undone inside you, and you arched your back in pleasure, as you reached your beautiful orgasm that came because of Raphael.

Raph’s thrusts calmed down so you could ride out your high, and his fingers slipped away and went back to gripping your ass again, and as soon as he knew you came down, he started up again. Only this time, you were more sensitive. 

“Mmm oh my- Raph!” Raph’s smirk falters when he feels himself about to cum, and he gives one last hard thrust into your pussy and pulls it out, watching as his cum squirts all over your back. 

It’s painted beautifully on you, and you feel the evidence of Raph’s arrival drip down onto your ass as you sit up, turning around to kiss Raph as his heavy breathing falters. Not caring about the mess you both made, you delve deeper into the kiss, your dry lips from all the screaming you did collide with Raph’s, and like usual, you melt from the sensation. It seemed like every time you kissed him, your body had no choice but to simmer down and feel at ease.

Once you both break the kiss for air, you decide to shower- together. Because that’s the best part of aftercare. The non-sexual intimacy between two people. Between that and the massages you gave to Raph’s muscles, to the thigh rubs he gave you, it was beautiful, what you two had become.

So before you turn off the light to go to sleep, the turtle in red engulfs walks up behind you and wraps his strong arms around you into a hug. Because you were the one. You always were. It took a long time, but, whatever. Time doesn’t measure anything but the rotation of the Earth. 

Raph’s first time couldn’t have gone any better. It was much more than he thought it would be. He expected you to be accepting, of course, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so…excited. Being a mutant and all, he’s not the most sexually desired by anyone. 

But you weren’t just anyone, and he was going to have to get used to being confident in the sex category of the relationship.

As you turn around to look up at Raph, you watch as his golden eyes twinkle with passion and love for you. You wrap your arms around his neck, going on your tippy-toes like you always did, and reciprocate the same embrace. Now, Raph’s not one to be soft nor angry ALL the time, he was somewhere in the middle, but right now, he was mushy soft. The high school sweethearts soft. The extreme lovey-dovey soft. Because you brought that side out in him, and this side would be something he would love to share with you.

[3llisarts]

1

If the legal system didn’t get Warren Barys, Orion was going to. This was the third damned case of the Arms Dealer in the span of a couple years. Orion practically lived at the nearest hotel to whatever courthouse at this point, being the head officer on his older brother’s cases. A blessing and a curse, considering Orion had been using his position in the FBI to cover Warren’s tracks. Though he hadn’t been good enough recently. All those long nights, all those “I’ll be home soon” texts Orion sent to his teenage son, Lux. All those times he’d ordered some little takeout dish before retreating to his office with his K9, a big Rottweiler named Bear, right at his heels.

Luckily, today’s hearing let out early. Tempting as it was to go out for drinks with the rest of his FBI crew, Orion retreated to his hotel room with Bear. He felt bad enough, leaving the Rottweiler with his team for the duration of the hearing. The last thing Orion wanted was to leave his K9 behind for the rest of the day. Nice as his teammates were, Bear was like a second kid. His big baby, to put it in his own words. And so, Orion had ordered pizza and beer, and then a bone for Bear. The FBI agent kicked off his boots, stripped off his suit jacket, his shirt and then flopped back onto the bed, loving the feeling of the fluffy white sheets.

With a lazy huff, Orion snatched the TV remote and scrolled through the list of channels. With the hearing letting out early and it being Sunday, he’d made it just in time for the day’s NASCAR race to start. The FBI agent jacked up the volume and grinned as Bear jumped up beside him. The Rottweiler laid down with a happy sigh, practically pressed into his handler’s side. Orion reached over and pressed a kiss to the big dog’s head, while the loud roaring of car engines echoed throughout the room. “I see ya, bud,” Orion mused before he cuddled Bear close. Bear let out a loud bark and Orion laughed, though he paused as a loud, impatient knock echoed at the door.

———-

Little wip of a Fic AU I’ve been kicking around for a long time. John was Warren’s lawyer, Warren being Orions older brother with a long history of Arms Dealing. Orion being the main / head officer in Warren’s case and ✨well, you know how this goes✨

[twxins]

👙— For your muse to come across my muse naked after a bathing suit mishap.

@g6dsfavorite

👙 For your muse to come across my muse naked after a bathing suit mishap ( “+reverse” to reverse muses)

"Oh, fuckin' 'ell..." Tangerine grumbled. He had looked up just in time to see his satchel being snatched away by the tide. Not only was that satchel a Versace limited edition—bloody expensive—but it also had his watch in it, which was even more bloody expensive! Oh yeah, and there were a few, uh... illegal things in there, too—some things he'd really prefer not to lose.

"Oh, do me a fuckin' favour... Lemon, can ya' get it?" He called out, already on his feet after casting his book aside and peeling off his loose-fitted beach shirt.

Lemon, who turned in the water just in time to see the satchel go by, made a dive for it. But the tide was quick, and the swells were heavy today. Stealth and wiles were Tangerine's strong suit, something that Tangerine was resenting now.

Unlike, Lemon, who loved all this stuff, Tangerine didn't like swimming. He didn't like getting wet. And he certainly didn't like bearing all in public. When in view of prying eyes, he preferred to keep his clothes on and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Not to mention, he burned easily. He had been quite content to keep out of the sun and just read quietly in his deckchair while he waited for this 'fun beach day' to be over.

And so, he was left to grumble vulgar cuss words as he stripped down to his swim shorts and went in to give Lemon a hand with the runaway bag.

"An' you..." Tangerine added as he approached the shore, having clocked Leah a short distance away, "Don't even think about tryna' be a fuckin' smartarse; I ain't in the mood." He was learning very quickly that Leah could be a bit of a renegade. Bit like them, really.

However, in his hurry, it seemed he had forgotten to tighten the drawstrings before going in—forgotten that water adds weight to clothing and loosens elasticated bands.

If it was Lemon, he wouldn't have given a damn. He would have shrugged and laughed and been quite content to continue as is. And Lemon did laugh at first after seeing his brother get comically buried in a large ocean swell when he had barely breached the shoreline. Tangerine was always so on it - seeing him get knocked off his feet in such a ridiculous way was a rare and rather hilarious sight.

However, Lemon's display of humour died the moment the water cleared. All laughter ceasing immediately, he had forgotten all about the bag and went crashing over to wrap his larger frame around his brother—a way to cover him up without having a towel handy, having seen the now rogue pair of swim shorts go sailing rapidly by.

"S'alright, bud, I got ya'," said Lemon after Tangerine, now waist-deep in water, had frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

At that moment, Lemon also clocked Leah. He shot her a glare, and with one arm still wrapped firmly around his sibling, he waved at her with the other in a defensive 'shoo' gesture.

"Oi, wha' ya' think ya' lookin' at, 'ay? Nothin' t'see, 'ere!"

And then, a defeated mumble from behind Lemon's larger figure...

"...Ugh, Lemon, jus' lemme fuckin' drown, will ya'?"

[nasty-quillz]

Animal Crossing & Chill

tags: cum eating, oral(M! receiving), dirty talk, talk of group sex/orgy, face fucking, subspace, aftercare

Summary: You just wanted to enjoy a rainy day cuddling with your boyfriend, while he played his game. He had other ideas

Rain pelted again the large floor to ceiling windows of your loft. A thunderstorm raged outside and the flash of lightning could be seen through black curtains.The harsh tumble of thunder was so loud it could practically be felt in your chest

You sat in the oversized plush armchair that rested in the corner of your room with Tomura. The seat reclined so that you could cuddle while he played his game. He lay there, pressed against your back, arms bracketing you from behind, as he rests his head on your shoulder to see his screen.

The soft dulcet sound of oldies playing in another room, with snow storm and played from the smart TV. It was the only source of light, though dim, in the room aside from the brief flashes of lightning through curtains.

The hard rolling thunder juxtaposes the soft music until it's all a calming symphony of sound.

Brown eyes close as you inhale the Tomura's scent. It's a mix of his regular scent and a mix of your body butter that you know he’s been taking when you weren’t looking.

Wriggling deeper into his embrace as he gets increasingly more irritated. You feel the growl verberate through your back, before you hear it.

Paying it no mind, you continue to luxuriate in your comfort, only for a cool cheek to rub against your own dark one.

Turning your head around, you look at your boyfriend confused. The look on his face is one of irritation.

“...Do you have any iron nuggets?” The question comes out so petulant that you have to stop yourself from laughing.

“What?” The confusion written on your face is clear.

Tomura's scrunches up and he grunts in irritation. "I need iron to make a shovel and my rocks aren't producing more."

Brown and red eyes stare at each other as you lapse into silence.

"...I'm not getting up to go get my Switch, if that's what you're thinking Tomura."

Tomura groans. "Come on Y/n, I only need a few!" He nuzzles his face into your satin bonnet. "Please Baby?" His hand comes to rub at your hip. It's soothing and relaxing

You sink deeper into the chair and into him. "Uh uh, not moving. Too comfy.”

That same hand runs up over you stomach, making their way to your breasts. He teases a nipple as he speaks softly in your ear. “Please Baby.” His other hand was in you now, working with the first to move under your shirt. Rough fingers run over dark buds, before pinching them softly to tease you.

You whine,trying your damnedest to ignore the hot feeling starting to spark between your legs. Tomura kissed chastely up your neck. “For me, Y/n?” The man truly was a villain because why would he get you this hot and bothered just so you would go get ya damn game?

Your whine turns to a huff as you crankily roll away from him and get to your feet. You unruffle your oversized shirt, rubbing your thighs together trying to abate the wet hot feeling there. You glare at him with extreme prejudice, before scurrying through your apartment to your purse.

You snatch it out of your purse and sprint back to your boyfriend, desperate to sink into the warmth of his body. When the love seat is back in sight, you find Tomura sitting up, hunched over his Switch grumbling.

“Stupid fucking Blathers. I collected 12 fossil, the fuck you mean you can only take 3 of them.”

You flop into the chair, next to him and hold out your switch. “If you want nuggets, you doin’ it.”

Tomura immediately started on his task. “Your island is covered in weeds, when was the last time you played?” You heard the tell tale sound of weed collection.

“Ayo! I will straighten out my shit when I’m ready.”

“Uh huh.” The belief was non existent. Honestly the nerve of niggas sometimes. You lean on him, head resting on his shoulder.

“You ain't have to come for my neck like that.”

“I think you’ll find that if I came for your throat, you’d be in a very different position.”

You sat there speechlessly staring at your man.

He had just made a dirty joke about you giving him head with the straightest of faces. It was kinda hot.

And the hot feeling hadn’t dissipated between your legs. You shift minutely, watching him play his (your) game. You felt the heat of lazy arousal spreading through you more now. Insistent on attention now.

“...Deadass?”

Tomura's thumbs stop moving as he side eyes you. Red eyes lock with brown. The look in his eyes is shrewd and it sends a thrill up your spine. He looked so stern and that did things to you.

A single dangerous hand comes up to squeeze the back of your neck in a four fingered grip. “On your knees.”

The command is stern and simple and intoxicating. Tomura watches as your pupils dilate and you sink to your knees. He drags you between his legs and pushes your face up against his hardened dick, through thin sweatpants.

His voice was soft as he thrust against plump lips, kissing at his cock through thin gray material. “Take me out, Baby. Take me out so I can slide in that pretty throat.”

You moan, eyelids going heavy with the promise his word gives. Your hands go for his waistband and the hand on your head leaves. He’s picked up his game again and began playing again, as if you aren’t between his legs, playing with his cock.

The dismissal makes your pussy clench.

You did as you were told, tugging at the waist of his sweats and he absently lifted his hips for you to slide gray sweatpants down his legs. You run dark hands up pale legs as you move forward to the glistening head of his dick.

It was fat and thick, head peeking from its foreskin, softly curving downwards.

God his dick is pretty.

Opening your mouth, you wrapped luscious lips around the head. Above you Tomura’s breath hitches, as your tongue dips under his foreskin to lick at the underside of his tip. You look up at him and feel a thrill as he ignores you again.

God you love when he does this shit. Puts you on your knees to suck his dick and ignore you during, like you aint doin’ shit. It makes you wet as a bitch. He just keeps playing his games and letting soft pleasured noises slip.

You swirl your tongue around the head and hollow your cheeks as you sink your mouth down on his girth.

That earns you a curse.

“Fucking shit, Y/n!”

The warm satisfied feeling builds in your chest. You allowed drool to build in your mouth as you bob your head on his dick. It slicked the way considerably and soon you were throating his girth, dragging sound after sound out of him.

On your tongue you could taste the heavy taste of his pre-come, as you swallow around him.

Above you Tomura revels in the tight velvety feeling of your throat. He can feel hot drool falling from your mouth and dripping down his balls. Without so much as a second thought, he crosses one leg, to push your beautiful dark lips down to his base.

The action causes you to choke slightly, but Tomura ignores it, as he boards the plane back to his own island. He feels coffin nails dig into his calf and pets your head softly through your bonnet. “Ugh- Shhh Baby, I’m busy.” This clicking of buttons resumes and your cunt flutters around nothing at the way he disregards your comfort, and lets his leg fall back into its wide sprawl.

You sit there contentedly, the hefty weight of his cock on your tongue, making your mind fall under a haze of horny relaxation. Your mind goes quiet as the calming atmosphere and the presence of your man envelopes you.

You sit there utterly content, letting your worries melt away, focussing only on the task at hand. You shut your eyes and lose yourself if the tranquil feel, swallowing around him every few minutes as the soak the love seat.

After a while time stopped mattering, and you were practically leant forward, resting your chin on the cushion between Tomura’s thighs, staring up at him starry eyed and worshipful. All you knew was that you were there to be good and keep his cock warm while he relaxed.

Your blissful existence was disrupted by a gentle hand on your head. You open your eyes to meet lustful red eyes. You blink slowly, not understanding, until he makes shallow thrusts into your mouth.

As he slowly fucked your throat, you became more aware again. One hand was holding your head in place, resting firmly on your bonnet. The other held onto the edge of the seat, pinky raised.

The villain’s focus rested solely on you. On the way your luscious lips stretched around his dick. He felt a flush overtake his face, as he moaned, low and raspy. “Fuck Y/n, you look so fucking pretty like this.”

The praise went straight to your pussy, which had long since been soaked from the idle pleasure of cock warming the most wanted criminal in Japan. You moan around the intrusion in your mouth, letting your hand slip into your panties.

Deftly you circled two fingers around the hood of you clit, massaging as you stared lovingly into Tomura’s eyes.

The heady womanly scent of your soaked cunt did not go missed by your lover, however. “Shit Sweetheart, you getting off to sucking my dick? Like how I’ve had you on your knees for the better part of two hours, just holding me in your throat.”

He’s stopped thrusting and is now dragging your head up and down his shaft.

You keen through it, wanting him to know that he was right. You look at him rapturously, loving the way he used your body for his pleasure.

“That it Good Girl, look up at me while I fuck your face. Uh huh like that, swallow for me—Oooh yeah gimme that tongue..” His free hand caresses your cheek gazing adoringly into brown eyes. “Play with that pussy, uh huh let me hear that messy cunt.”

Doing as he says, you sink two fingers into your slick heat and fuck yourself. The noise is obscene. Slick noises fill can be heard in tandem with the messy sound of the face fucking you were receiving.

“Gods Y/n you don’t know how much I think about you like this.” Tomura gasps out quietly, as he watches his dick slide into your mouth. “Have me in the middle of League meeting, hard in my pants thinking about this whore mouth. Wish I could take you with me.”

You moan enthusiastically at that, fingers speeding up.

“Oh shit Sweetheart you like that idea. Like the idea of taking care of me while I plan the fall of Hero Society?” Your wanton moan comes out as a gurgle, as Tomura continues to drag your mouth over his cock.

You thrust a third finger into your pussy, desperate to be full on both ends as the man whispered filth to you like the sweetest pillow talk. There are practically hearts in his eyes as he looks at you.

“Fuck Y/n,” He shudders, breathing ragged. He pulls out of your mouth completely to stave off his orgasm. Not yet ready to cum. He panting, like he ran a marathon and you’re whining, sub space heavy brain unsure why he stopped.

You watch as he takes himself in hand and smacks his cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum and spit. He repeats the action, before putting the angry red head to your lips. You try to wrap your lips around it again, but Tomura stops you.

“Kiss it for me, Baby.” He breathes out. “Yeah that my girl, put those pretty lips on my dick.”

You did just that, planting sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss on his dick, staring at him like he hung the moon. He’s red eyes are where your lips continue to meet his cock, sticky with pre. Each time you pull away brown plump lips are shinier with the sticky white fluid. “Gods Y/n, so fucking perfect on your knees like this. Absolutely beautiful, wanna keep you like this sweet girl. Desperate and thirst for my dick..”

You moan, fingers moving faster in and out of your gushy cunt.

Red eyes can’t look away from them, as his hand stripes away on his cock. He’s babbling low now, barely audible over the storm and the music.

“You’d let me, wouldn’t you, you nasty girl. Let me lead you into a League meeting by your hand. Sit in my chair with you at my feet—Between my legs, warming my cock, until you get so desperate you start touching that fat fucking pussy.” His Hand is jerking his cock faster now, as his other hand hooks a thumb into your mouth, pulling it open.

Your tongue lulls out of your mouth, ready and waiting to taste your lover’s cum.

“Gonna show the League what a good fucking slut you are for me,” He moans out voice gettinhg more desperate. “Gonna show them how amazing this pretty brown skin looks covered in cum. Bet they’ll be jealous.” His eyes sweet fucked out expression took a certain feral edge to it.

“Bet they’ll want a turn…” He whispers it like a filthy secret and your brows draw together as the thought takes root.

Fingers speed up, curling to hit your g-spot, making you pleasure shoot up your spine, as you imagined getting passed around in the League. Images of you, face covered in cum, being passed off to Dabi and Twice. Compress and Kurogiri or Spinner. The men using your throat while Tomura watched.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. Electrifying pleasure sears through your core. Your cream around your own fingers, body shaking. Brown eyes cross as you shake apart between your boyfriend’s legs.

Above you, Tomura loses himself at the expression on your face. Tongue out eyes rolling back, pre-cum messy on your skin. The man can’t help it, you look like something out of his favorite fucking hentai!

His whole body shudders, as he spills across your tongue and face. Thick globs of cum decorate your face, as Tomura milks his cock. He’s panting, red faced and sweaty hunched over your smaller frame.

You’ve slumped between his legs, orgasm clearly taking a lot out of you. Sticky cheek pressed against his thigh. He smiles tiredly at you, as he pulls you up by your chin, to kiss your cum filled mouth. Savoring the taste of himself, he pulls your own messy hand up to his face as well, licking your cream off them.

He always enjoys the taste of you both mixed together.

Lightning lances through the sky outside, illuminating and casting over you both as he gathers you in his arms to clean you up. He cradles you against his chest, uncaring of getting cum on his shirt. He walks to the bathroom and you nuzzle contentedly in his warmth, completely exhausted and satisfied.

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I was so mad cause Tumblr deleted this when I was about to post it but I'm glad it did cause I have an even better idea

May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

@miggiisdumb this is for you bby

Masterlist

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

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Falling For You

Single dad!Frankie Morales x Single mom f!reader

Summary: You and your daughter just moved into a new town right around the Halloween season. Wanting to get into the holiday mood, a stop into the local costume shop brings you a treat you weren’t quite expecting.

W/C: 3.8K+

Warnings: Fluuuuuf! Dorky nervous dad!Frankie energy galore, mild language, meddling children and adults. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I had intended on putting this out on Halloween but you know, life and work got in the way of that, so here we are. This originally started out as an idea based off the pic of the little girl dressing as a hot dog for dance class and grew into all this. Frankie’s daughter is meant to be around 9-10 here. Still falls within the fall theme so I send it off to you lovely readers. Comments, reblogs, yearning thoughts, anything welcomed. Enjoy! 🤍

Tagging the couple who dig the Frankie fluff 🥰 @icanbeyourjedi @moongazingbeing

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“So, any ideas on what you wanna be for Halloween this year kiddo? Whoa, Daniella! Hey! Little bites!” Frankie laughs at his daughter practically demolishing one of the hot dogs he just grilled up.

“Sorry dad.” she mumbles with a mouth full of food. “I don’t know. All the girls I talked to in class are going as princesses, that’s so basic though!” dramatically rolling her eyes.

“Basic? I’m assuming that’s bad?”

“It’s just boring. I wanna be something, different!” throwing her hands comically in the air.

Frankie chuckles at the pure spunk of this child. His child. A mischievous twinkle lining those big brown eyes, destined and yearning to stand out in the best possible way.

“Okay how about this,” pointing a potato chip in her direction, “after school tomorrow we’ll head to the Halloween store and see what we can find you. Deal?”

“Deal!” snatching the chip from his hand, and quickly throwing it in her mouth. The two bursting into a fit of laughter at her impressive reflexes.

——-

About a neighborhood over, you were having the same conversation with your own daughter.

“Hey small fry, have you thought of what you wanted to dress up as for Halloween?”

The two of you had just moved out here from the city. A smaller town, it was a nice quiet place for a fresh start. Only problem was, your daughter, Daniella, was having a bit of a hard time adjusting.

“I don’t know mom. I guess a princess or something.” She says sighing.

Your daughter was so bright. A vast, expansive imagination of her own, eyes always so big and expressive when she found something she truly loved. You missed seeing that and wanted to help her replenish it.

“How about we go to that Halloween store we passed up the other day? Could be fun, looking at all the different costumes and decorations? Possibly spark an idea. What do you say?”

That little smile you loved so much started creeping its way onto her face.

“That could be fun. Okay then.”

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“Frankie! Dani! How y’all doing?”

“How’s it going Sam?” Frankie leans in giving the older man a firm, but friendly handshake. “How’s business this year?”

Sam was the owner of the local shop that popped up every holiday. A staple in the tiny community this time of year. Plus, he loved getting into the spirit of it all so there was no better person to run the place.

“Business is boomin’ kid! First round of costumes practically sold out the first day! What ya looking for this time around bud? Princess? Witch, perhaps?”

“She says she wants different this year.”

“Well, you know where to look!” throwing his thumb back into the direction of the kids section. “Go for it! Let me know if you need help with anything!”

Frankie thanks Sam again and trots after his wild child, practically buzzing with energy at the assortment of options available.

——-

You walk into the quirky little shop and turn to see your daughters eyes practically bulging from her head. A small “whoa” leaving her lips as she fell into a trance at the setup around her. The lively animatronics going off with a wicked cackle, spider webs and other festive decorations adorning the walls, costumes in every way you looked. This was definitely a great idea. You’re pulled from your thoughts by the slight twang-riddled hello from a voice behind you.

“Howdy folks! Don’t think I’ve ever see y’all around here before. I’m Sam, the owner of the joint. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Oh, hi!” giving him a handshake, along with your name as well. “We just moved into town recently and decided to come check things out, maybe find a costume for my daughter. It’s really an incredible place you have here!”

“Oh you flatter me hun, keep going!” sharing a laugh with the elderly man. “Well, kids stuff is to the left over here. Adult costumes are to the back wall. I don’t know if you’re looking for anything for you and your husband, wife, significant other, we don’t judge around here-”

You give a shy giggle at his laid-back demeanor, “oh, no husband, no nothing, just me and my girl here.”

Sam liked you already. Sweet and easy-going. He also happens to see you’ve caught the attention of another certain local as well…

——-

Frankie couldn’t help turning in your direction. When the bell chimed signaling a new customer, he happened to look up from the fake blood set he was intrigued by and was met with what he thought was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Your soft smile had him blushing as you talked it up with Sam, briefly making him green with envy at how easily he always fell into conversation with people. He saw the little girl at your side, looked about the same age as his Dani. Automatically feeling this may be over before it even began, he inches a little closer trying to listen in on the conversation. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam. He thought and cared deeply for Frankie and his daughter but feels it was time for him to get out there and find someone again. Knowing Frankie can be ever so timid and let’s face it, a bit of a dorky dad, decided he’d speed up the process by asking you the hard hitting questions. Unbeknownst to him and you, of course. Frankie overhears a brief mention of, new to town, costume shopping, and with a sigh of relief, no husband. With the newly acquired info and a not so subtle stare down from Sam when he locks eyes with him, he quickly places the blood set down before strolling along to see where Dani ran off to.

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“Alright Dani, I’ll be right over here looking at the decorations. Are you okay in this section by yourself?”

“Yeah I should be good. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

With that you walk off to browse the home decor. The aisle has everything you could want to add a little flare to the house. A giant glow in the dark skeleton catches your eye but lucky you, you’re too short to reach it on the top shelf. You’re about to head to the front to ask for Sam’s assistance when you happen upon a man down the same aisle looking at all the crazy masks quizzically. He seemed a bit rugged yet, cozy. There was no other word to describe it. Definitely tall enough to reach up for you. A sharp profile, and what seemed like curls for days under his trucker hat. Paired with a soft grey T-shirt and jeans that fit him just right, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You hadn’t realized you were staring until he slowly turns his head in your direction as you stood there with your mouth hanging open.

Time stood still as you both take in each other’s expressions. Frankie stood there wide eyed. It was you. Both reacting as if you’d been caught doing something naughty. Shaking your head, you spoke first.

“Wow, I ummm, I’m so sorry to bother you but could you, maybe reach that skeleton up there for me?”

Frankie’s expression softened, as the tips of his ears turned red from being so flustered.

“Yeah, of course!” shuffling toward you. Taking a step back, you stop to take in the muscular expanse of his shoulders, the way he reaches the prop with ease.

“Thank you so much...”

“Oh, uhh, Francisco, but everyone calls me Frankie. It was no problem...”

You give him your name in exchange, loving the way it sounds falling from his lips. The deep, lower tone he uses bringing a warmth that instantly surrounds you. So much so that you don’t realize you’re still touching his fingertips that grazed your own upon handing over of the decoration.

“Hey, ummm, I hope I’m not being too forward but if you need assistance putting that up, I have a ladder, I don’t mind. Not that I don’t think you’re not capable or anything, but, you know what I mean.” trailing off as his eyes look everywhere but back at you.

“Wow, really? That actually sounds great. We just moved in and I haven’t had the chance to see what I’ll need for the house yet but ladder I know is definitely on the list.” There’s that sweet smile he witnessed from earlier. His own making its way onto his face, showcasing that prominent dimple on his right cheek.

The tranquil moment is soon interrupted by a loud shriek. You both gasp yelling “Dani!” giving each other a curious look that could be addressed at a later time.

Sprinting to the area, almost running over an elderly lady and her grandkids in the process, you’re met with your daughter running at you. A girl about her age on her heels running to whom you can only assume is Frankie.

“Dad! IT’S. A. HOT DOG!” the girl yells, punctuating every word with enthusiasm.

“Mom look! A hamburger!” holding up the oversized ensemble.

You look at your daughter, then to Frankie’s, back to him and all you can do is start laughing. You almost tackled an old lady and kids, all because your daughter wants to be a hamburger.

With Frankie’s adrenaline slowly wearing off, he can finally see the humor in it all, and chuckles along with you.

“Mija, you wanna be a hot dog? That’s fine with me. Just, please don’t scream like that again. You scared the shit outta me and this nice lady here.”

Dani looks you over, then back to your Dani, “is she your mom?”

“Yeah!”

“She’s pretty.”

Frankie looks to you, heat creeping up on his cheeks, and gives you a crooked smile. Slightly embarrassed at his daughters blunt statement.

You liked her.

“Dad! This is Dani too! Her and her mom just moved here and they don’t really have plans for Halloween so can they come with us?!”

“Yeah mom, there’s a fall festival happening! Can we go?”

A silent beat comes between the four of you before Frankie speaks up.

“You’re more than welcome to join us, if you’re okay with it. It actually is pretty fun. Typical carnival rides but they also do candy stations for the kids, costume contest, haunted hayride.” Please say yes…

“That sounds great!”

The girls cheer in unison, running off to continue browsing one of the festive aisles when you turn sheepishly to Frankie.

Was this really happening? Spending the holiday with the handsome man you just ogled at for reaching something high for you? This was turning out like some meet-cute you’d only see in the movies. Deciding to take a bold play from his Dani’s book, you ask to see his phone.

“Here’s my number. So we can coordinate on where and when to meet up. You also promised to help hang this here little guy.” Holding up the forgotten skeleton.

Handing the phone back, he looks over your name, a skeleton emoji next to it, and smiles.

“I did didn’t I?”

Sam is at the front watching the entire exchange. Grinning from ear to ear at how perfectly this all fell into place. Not necessarily how he had seen it going, but it would do.

——-

Your group heads to checkout where Sam takes the costumes from the girls.

“Hot dog and hamburger?! Excellent choices ladies. The perfect pair! What about you two?” Motioning between yourself and Frankie.

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about.”

“Me either.”

“You know what goes perfect with a hot dog and hamburger?” a menacing look falls across his face. “Ketchup and mustard.”

“Sam, no.”

“C’mon Frankie, I think it could be fun.” Snickering at the awkward exchange. The girls also loving his idea.

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So this is how you end up on the day of Halloween in a bright red dress, the word ketchup written across the front. Paired with red tights, and your red Converse, along with a homemade hat you saw on Pinterest. You thought it looked pretty decent for being so last minute and couldn’t wait to see how Frankie did.

He had called you later that same week, making good on his promise to come help hang some decorations while also allowing the girls to get to know each other a bit more. This also gave the two of you better time to get acquainted. He told you about his time in the service, now retired and running a small helicopter tour site. He mentioned his divorce from Dani’s mom before she was even old enough to talk yet, practically raising the rambunctious little girl on his own. You gave him your story as well. Unfortunately finding your ex in bed with an old flame a few years back. Having tried the “let’s work it out” route which led him back to old habits. Knowing you couldn’t and wouldn’t allow your daughter to see the back and forth of it all. Which led you here, ready for a new beginning. Conversation came so easily with him and the afternoon had all gone so well, until he addressed his slight panic of not knowing how to put a mustard costume together. It was so cute how intense he sounded. You told him not to think so hard about it. A yellow shirt and maybe some tan jeans would do the trick. You even offered to make his little mustard pop top hat as well, loving how easily you played along with this whole idea.

“How do I look mom?!” your daughter sneaks up behind you and you can’t believe how perfect she looks. A round little hamburger with sneakers, absolutely beaming.

“Small fry you look INCREDIBLE! The sneakers are a nice touch! Oh! What do you think?” Giving her a little twirl to show off your outfit.

“You look awesome mom! I think Mr. Frankie will think so too.”

You can’t help but smile at the comment. With that you grab the extra “hat” and text Frankie saying you’ll meet him at the fairgrounds in 20 minutes.

He responds almost automatically.

Frankie 💀: Just about to head out. Can’t wait to see you.

You grin at your phone, because honestly you couldn’t wait to see him either.

——-

Frankie hit send without even thinking about it. Oh shit. I said can’t wait to see you? I mean it’s the truth but what if that was too strong?

“Dad? You okay? You seem, sweaty.” mirroring the same furrow in her brow as her father.

“Ha ha. Yeah, just looking myself over. This doesn’t look too bad does it?” His bright yellow shirt with mustard written surprisingly well across his broad frame fit perfectly along with his nicer tan pants and a pair of yellow Converse he found while out browsing for the shirt. He felt naked without his signature hat but trusted you did a great job with the accessory he’d be wearing in place of it a majority of the night.

“If you’re worried about what her mom will think I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. I honestly think she likes you. But what about me?! Check this out!” pointing to the costume and her own pair of sneakers completing the look.

Dani’s statement doesn’t fall on deaf ears. Frankie nearly freezing at the prospect of you actually liking him back. Oh how he hopes you like him back.

“You are the coolest kid ever you know that?! You guys are gonna kill it out there!” High fiving his little girl. “Let’s get going dork!”

——-

Twenty minutes on the dot you see Frankie’s pickup pulling up in the parking lot. Dani enthusiastically pointing over the dashboard at her spotting your car as you catch sight of the bright yellow Frankie chose for his shirt. You were so nervous all of a sudden. This wasn’t technically a date, was it? Dani senses this, taking hold of your hand.

“We’re gonna kill it mom!”

“You’re damn right we are. You ready?”

——-

“Okay dad, Dani 2 is pretty much my new best friend so please don’t mess this up for me.”

“What’re you talking about?!” Also, Dani 2?

“With her mom! If you drive her mom away, it means I can’t see her and then I’ll be sad. And you don’t want me to be sad now, do you?” giving him those big puppy dog eyes that she clearly inherited from him.

“I would do no such thing. Promise.” holding his hand up, the other across his heart.

“I’m rooting for you, kid.”

“Get outta my truck.”

——-

You arrive at the front gates. Tickets purchased for the bigger rides in hand as the girls stand by your sides gushing over how great the other looks.

“Okay dad, we’re gonna go off and see what kinda candy they got this year. We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah mom! We’ll be right over there!” pointing into the direction of the people giving away assorted candy and treat bags.

“Oh, okay, have fun. Please don’t wander off too far.”

“Oh, don’t worry pretty lady, we’ll be good!”

Without another word, the two girls scurry off into the group of kids at the candy booths, leaving you two to catch up.

“Oh, here’s your hat. If you even wanna call it that.”

“This is awesome! You made this?!” Propping the fixture perfectly on his head. “Thanks for going outta your way to do this. I never really tend to dress up for these things but, this is a nice exception.”

You feel heated at his words. You’re still just getting to know the guy but couldn’t stop the butterflies that erupted in your stomach every time he was near.

“You look great by the way!” Taking in the somewhat form fitting red dress. He didn’t know what else to say. No words could describe the beauty you were radiating. And you were here with him.

“Oh, it’s literally one of my older dresses that hadn’t been worn in a while. Seemed like the right occasion to bring her out. And you! This color is definitely you!” Even noticing his extra jacket in hand was a nice darker shade of the color as well. “And the lettering on the ‘mustard’ here. And you were worried you wouldn’t pull it off.” Oh my god am I making this too obvious? Stop rambling. “Nice shoes too, by the way.” Pointing down at how you matched so well. If you didn’t know better it would seem like you were a real couple.

“Thank you.” he laughs nervously. “Anything for them, right? So, what would you like to see first?”

“How about we get one of those funnel cakes over there. And then we could just roam around a bit? There’s so much to see! What’s your favorite thing about being out here?”

Frankie ponders for a moment. “I do have a favorite, but sunset is the best time for it. Which is in about, 45 minutes.” looking down to his watch.

Feeling the boldness creep up again, you extend your hand out to him.

“Well then, shall we?”

He took it with no hesitation.

——-

The two of you walked around aimlessly through the fair. Sharing the most delicious funnel cake you’d ever had. (The locally grown strawberries Frankie suggested to top it with were to die for.) falling into easy conversation about any and everything. You watched him win you a cute little purple octopus, his face lighting up as you cheered him on throwing the rubber balls at the plastic bottles like a pro. He held you close when fellow parents dressed as zombies or other “terrifying” creatures tried pulling a startled yelp from you. You were so caught up that the two of you almost forgot you came here with the kids until you heard Dani calling for Frankie, signaling their return as they made their way back, candy haul in hand.

“Dad! It’s almost sunset, can we get in line?!”

“We were just about to head that way.”

——-

Leading you and Dani through the crowd, you end up at one of the biggest ferris wheels you’d ever seen. The giant metal lining of the ride flashing the brightest neon colors and patterns. Excitement instantly rushing you as you enter the line.

“I haven’t been on one of these in years!”

“Hey guys, good to see y’all out! The costumes turned out nice!” looking up to see Sam running the ride. Shittiest grin on his face as you get to the front.

“Hey Sam! Great to see you again!”

“Hi Sam…” is there anything this man doesn’t help with around this time of year?!

“Hi! You guys picked the best time for this ride in my opinion.”

That struck a chord in you. Then thinking back to Frankie’s words when you first came in, that the best time for his favorite ride was sunset. Did he want to share this with you? The way he was shying away possibly confirmed your suspicions.

“Okay girls! Right this way! Dani, it may be a tight squeeze with this hamburger costume, but we can make it work.”

“I promise it’s safe ma’am!” noticing the slight worried look you gave the older man.

After safely securing the kids, it was your turn to get buckled in.

“Alright you two, right this way. Get close, wouldn’t want either of you to fall out now would we?” throwing a not so subtle wink your way.

With everyone securely in place, the ride begins to ascend. Going around a few turns, the autumn breeze finally hits you, sending a chill through your bones. Ever the gentleman, Frankie drapes his jacket over your shoulders, a small ‘thank you’ whispered . Frankie is strangely quiet during this time as your cart comes to a sudden stop at the very top of the wheel. Eyes roaming over the entire fair. It was all so breathtaking.

“You were right, best time for this.”

Frankie turned to catch the last remaining rays strewn brightly across your features. You were stunning. He wanted to say so much in this moment. About the butterflies you give him. He wanted to tell you how you haven’t left his mind since you met. That tonight has been one of the greatest he’s had in a while. That he’s glad it’s you up here with him, when your eyes finally meet. Full of longing, just as his.

“Dad! You better kiss her!”

“Yeah Mr. Frankie!”

“I think you better listen to them.”

He pulls you in closer to his side, gently cupping your face, silently asking if it was okay. Nodding, he brings your lips to his, tasting slightly of the sweet berries from earlier. The warmth of the action taking root and blooming throughout your body. The cheering of your children and possibly even Sam from below draw you apart, smiling as he gives you a last lingering embrace.

“Maybe I can take you out for a proper date soon? Without the audience? And in some actual grown up clothes?” eliciting a giggle from the two of you.

You both look down, your kids giving you stink faces but accompanied with sly thumbs up.

“I’d really like that.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Bones 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, anger, humiliation, control, violence, threats.

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: Here’s the finale for Thor’s part in our Birch story! Yay! But is it yay? We never known with his BDE (Big Doofus Energy). But anyway, here we go.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 7: Baby, eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

The morning light was pale as it slipped in between the curtains and sent a shiver through you as an immovable warmth blazed against your back and clung to your body. The night ended as well as it could have, which was poorly. Your drunken outburst settled in your gut in sour alcoholic regret.

You shifted your legs, thighs tender from the last of Thor’s irritation, and carefully sat up so that his arm fell away from you. He grumbled and rolled onto his side as he tickled your spine.

“Where’re you going?” he asked groggily.

“Coffee,” you said curtly as you touched your forehead.

“Mmmm,” he hummed and the bed creaked as he turned flat onto his back and stretched.

You stood and went to your dresser. You pulled out a night shirt and swooped it over your head, your head pulsing with your unthinking excess. You glanced back at Thor, his thick torso naked above the messy blankets as he laid with his eyes shut and arms wide. His blonde hair fanned out around his head as his chest rose and fell steadily.

You left him and went to the kitchen, tiles cool beneath your feet and the air toasty as the radiator sent off waves of stolid heat. You measured the coffee and fed the machine water. You tiptoed into the hallway and took your purse from the shoe rack and searched out your emergency bottle of Advil. You swallowed them dry and went back to stand at the counter and listen to the grind.

You watched the trickle of the dark brew as it began to spit into the pot. You hung your head and leaned on the linoleum top, fingers tapping as the stream continued. You heard his yawn and his footsteps on the hardwood before they met the tile. You didn’t bother to look over and instead opened the cupboard to pull out a mug.

As you set it down, Thor came up behind you and reached to grab one of his own. He held himself flush to your back as the porcelain clinked down beside your own and he pressed against you until your hips were at the counter. You sighed and focused on the trickle of coffee.

He hummed and nuzzled your head as he drew a hand back to feel along your thigh. He brushed his fingertips over your ass and squeezed. 

“Please, I’m hungover,” you moaned, “I just want coffee--”

“I’ll be gentle,” he cooed, “besides what better to relieve some tension?”

“Don’t you ever have enough?” you scowled as he lifted your night shirt and gripped your hips, fingers tracing the line of your curves.

“Of you? Never,” he said, “last night… you know I like your teeth, kitten, but there is a time for them to come out. That wasn’t it.”

“What do you want from me?” you gritted your teeth as he continued to feel you up. You realised as his arousal grazed your ass that he was still naked, “why can’t you stop? I never wanted--”

“I’m good to you, kitten,” he intoned, “a man like me, we aren’t nice too many.”

“Nice? Is that what--”

“You goad me,” his voice deepened as he pushed his hand between your legs, “you walk a very thin line, kitten. I’d as soon grab you by the scruff.”

He bent and dragged his lips along your neck as he spread your cunt and flicked his middle finger along your clit. You hissed and gripped the counter. His touch rippled through you and you closed your eyes in futile resistance.

“But I pet you nice,” he coaxed, “don’t I?”

“Thor--”

“Mmm, that’s exactly what I want to hear,” he grazed your skin with his teeth and nipped.

You held your breath as he added another finger and played with you. You still felt the night before but the new sensations dulled the lingering ache. You quivered as he slid further back and teased your entrance, rocking his hips so that his hardness rubbed against you firmly.

You tensed as he poked a finger inside of you then another. He sank down to his knuckles and curled them, his hand against your clit as he squeezed. His hot breath seeped below your shirt as you own hitched. He shoved another finger into you and you gulped as he stretched you.

You heard how wet you were as your walls clenched him hungrily. You hated that your body responded to him so eagerly even as that voice in the back of your head kept whispering back at you to stop.

He urged you back against him and tilted your pelvis, his other hand kneading the flesh along your thigh. He trailed around your ass and stroked himself as he angled his tip along your cheeks and bent his knees to poke against his fingers.

He slid his fingers out of you and kept them on your clit as he pressed his cock along your entrance. He eased into you slowly as he drew circles around your bud. You trembled and bit your lip as you hung your head and he bit into your shoulder as he sank to his limit.

He rocked slowly as the coil twisted around his fingertips and your walls clung to him. You spread your hands flat on the counter as he moved you against it, hips hitting the curled edge of the linoleum.

Your helplessness turned into desperation to get off. You leaned back into him as you stood on your toes, back arching as you welcomed each cloying thrust of his hips. Your voice fluttered from you and echoed in your head. You muffled yourself with your palm and he tore your hand away.

He swirled his fingers faster and you breathed through your nose as you held in the rising glee. You growled as you came, legs shaking and cunt gripping him tightly. He took your orgasm as a cue and sped up, the impact of your hips growing painful against the counter.

You felt another climax about to erupt inside of you but your nerves spiked in another way as an unexpected knock sounded. Thor grunted but never wavered as he kept fucking you. He snaked his thick arm around your neck and forced you against him entirely, nearly taking you off your feet as his other hand stayed between your legs.

The knock came again, louder and impatient. Thor’s bicep pressed to your throat as your head lolled along his shoulder. He growled and his flesh slapped harder against yours as he chased his own release. Tap, tap, tap.

“One second!” he called to the door and choked on his voice.

He rammed into you hard and you felt the sudden flow inside of you. He didn’t slow as he coated your walls, not until he was spent and oversensitive. He shuddered as the knocking became constant and he let you slump against the counter as he slipped out of you. He inhaled sharply as it made him wince and he slapped your ass.

“We have company,” he said as he grabbed the paper towel and wiped himself off. 

He turned away and tossed the crumpled rectangle into the bin. You watched him stomp through the living room and curve back around to the door as he snatched up a throw to knit around his waist. You squeezed your thighs together and pulled down your night shirt as he turned the latch. You focused on pouring your coffee as shame bubbled in your chest.

“If it wasn’t snowing, I wouldn’t have waited so long,” Loki complained as Thor opened the door.

“It wasn’t that long,” Thor grumbled, “what is it?”

“You asked me to come here first thing. Do you not remember, brother?” Loki snipped and you sensed him peeking over at you, “though I might understand why your mind wandered.”

“I recall,” Thor swept back into the living room as Loki stepped out of his boots.

“Good morning,” he slithered and you looked over at him.

“Coffee?” you asked as you held up the carafe.

“I prefer tea but thank you,” he continued on after his brother and you huffed quietly. 

You put the pot back on the burner and slowly parted your legs. You ripped off some paper towel and wiped away the cum before it grew sticky on your skin. You quivered as you brushed your sensitive cunt and did your best to clean up.

You took your mug and sneaked out of the kitchen and down the hall as you heard the men’s voices. You didn’t so much as look at them as you escaped to your room. You kept the door open a crack as you searched out some clothes and flung them on the bed.

“Well, I was thinking perhaps you wouldn’t have to remain,” Loki ventured, “your organization will need you back as soon as this snow clears.”

“You hate this place,” Thor argued, “so why--”

“I hate your little band of brutes worse,” Loki interrupted, “besides, you’ve done what you needed. You’ve come to agreement with the locals and now you can be off to your usual… affairs.”

“And what about yours?”

“My business has always been cleaning up after you. You will need one here with the acumen to secure the deal and all its complex facets.”

“These men don’t sign contracts,” Thor scoffed.

“That is not what I mean. You know my skills beyond legal tedium,” he replied, “you are far too distracted to see to it all yourself.”

“Hmmm,” Thor hummed and silence rose. 

You took a gulp of coffee and clunked the cup down. You grabbed your clothes and hurried across to the bathroom and shut yourself in. You rinsed yourself with tap water before you dressed and listened again as their tones drifted through the small apartment.

“I suppose you make sense,” Thor conceded, “Heimdall hasn’t stopped calling these last days, or at least, I think. The service here… but I should be back.”

“Father, too,” Loki added. 

“Father, too,” Thor agreed, “well, let us hope this storm passes soon.”

You emerged from the bathroom and crept down the hall. Loki stood as you looked into the living room and checked his silver watch. “I will leave you to your… recreation,” he smirked at you as he raised his chin, “but I will make arrangements for my prolonged stay as you ready for your departure.”

Thor nodded and waved him away. He leaned on his elbow as he rested his chin on his knuckles and Loki sent you another grin before he strode away. He pulled on his boots and left with a lilted “goodbye” to both of you.

You waited as the conversation replayed in your head. He was leaving. At last. You struggled not to smile and instead neared and took Loki’s former spot in the slouchy chair.

“You heard all that?” he asked the redundant question. You nodded and his blue eyes flicked out the window. “Well, we’ve got some packing to do.”

“We?” you echoed, “I… what?”

“You think I would leave you here?” his mouth curved, “kitten, this little town isn’t our end. It’s our beginning.”

“I can’t just leave. I have a job, I have an apartment, and--”

“And? You can have all those things if you come with me. Better even. We have a national archive, I know one of the curators, and I think you’ll like my place--”

“I’m not going with you,” you interrupted, “you’ve done enough. I won’t leave because of you.”

“Oh? You think it’s your decision? And what will you do otherwise? Will you drive home to your mother? She’s got a job of her own and I don’t think she has any room left in her life for her daughter. Not a daughter old enough to take care of herself. To be in the care of a man rather than her parent, yes?”

“I don’t need you to take--”

“You do need me. You don’t realise it because you’ve not seen what I could do to ruin your life. Truly. I’ve been rather generous and I’ve shown you only some of what I can do. I can give you everything or I can take everything,” he sat up and stretched his arm over the back of the couch, “you don’t want to see what I can take.”

You paused and stared at him. All light was gone from his blue eyes and his expression was void of any of his usual gaiety. You sat back as his words struck you. A sudden realisation chilled your blood.

“How do you know about my mom?”

“I’ve always been rather serious about you, kitten,” he said, “so why wouldn’t I want to know everything about you.”

You thought of Bucky’s girl and Steve’s. You used to pity them and now you were them. You pitied yourself and knew then the true extent of their futility. 

As in all things, there was no denying Thor in this. But you wanted to, so much. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hit him, you wanted to run and never stop.

You got to your feet and turned away from him. “Did you want coffee?” you asked in resignation.

He was quiet for a moment. He understood and he knew you did too. That was your white flag.

“Just a touch of milk,” he replied.

You went into the kitchen and filled his mug. Yours was likely cold by then, you thought as you stirred in a cloud of milk. You replaced the carton in the fridge and stared at the machine. Your eyes crawled over every inch of the kitchen in a silent farewell. 

You never liked this place; not the apartment, not the library, not the town. You always told yourself you would give anything to leave, to make it anywhere else. You regretted those naïve wishes. It should have been good enough. It was but now you couldn’t hold onto it.

Your fingers closed around the mug and you felt the heat through the porcelain. You furrowed your brow and let go of it. You turned and neared the other end of the counter. Your eyes rested on the knife block and you reached shakily to free a blade from its slot. You gripped it tight and turned it to catch the light.

If you killed him, you wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again. And if he killed you...

What were you thinking? What were you doing? You shook as you eyed the knife but could not bring yourself to put it back. There was only one way away from this man. Any cell would be freedom compared to him.

You tucked it into the back of your jeans and took the cup of coffee. You went into the living room and found Thor on his feet, his jeans low on his hips. You handed him the mug and watched him as he thanked you with a smile. He sipped as his other hand lingered along the top of the denim.

“Enough milk?” you asked, the air thick in your lungs as the handle of the jeans poked your back.

“Just perfect,” he assured you.

You stared at him as the hate roiled inside of you. You hated him. You really did. It didn’t matter if he could get you off, that he could be nice, he wasn’t nice. He was one of those bikers. Hell, you could be certain he was a killer. You weren’t crazy, he was.

You reached behind you as he turned and set down the mug. You pulled out the knife and cocked your arm back. You were knocked back as he spun and kicked you, his own hand flying up from his waistband. You fell onto the floor and the knife clattered away from you.

He knelt with his knee on your chest and pressed the barrel of his gun to your head. He leaned all his weight on you until you couldn’t breathe. You croaked and slapped at his leg as you gasped for air. The metal was hard and unyielding against your skull.

“I see you’ve made your choice,” he said as your eyes crossed in an effort to look at the gun, “the hard way it is.”

You closed your eyes, certain it would all end with a bang. He pulled the gun away and suddenly the weight was off your chest. As you peeked out from under your eyelids, he grabbed you by your neck and thrust you up to your feet. He had you dangling from his grip as he walked you across the room.

He slammed you into the wall so that your head spun. His blue eyes seared as he snarled and leaned in.

“Don’t you worry, kitten, I’ve got a nice little cage waiting for you,” he sneered, “but for now, this will do.”

He wrenched you forward then shoved you back against the wall. Your head bounced off it and left you in a daze. He let go and you fell to your knees. He grabbed the back of your shirt and dragged you into the hall. He tossed you into the bedroom ahead of him and moved swiftly to take his belt from where it was coiled on your dresser.

He got down to straddle you under him as you batted at him weakly. Your were senseless and stupid from his assault. You thought of the knife on the living room floor and wanted to sob. He wound the belt around your neck and pulled it tight. 

“You better get used to wearing a collar, kitten,” he snarled as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, “or you’ll choke from it.”

💀💀💀

END

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Kindered Sparks

This is my entry for @gg9183’s soulmate collab - Oof, I was almost late for your birthday ( I know that I'm technically no where near late, but I put this out so much later than I would've rathered. Sorry, I'm a Virgo, mate.) Anyhoo! Happy Birthday! And congratulations on your amazing Milestone! Thank you for organizing this collab too and allowing me to be apart of it! Honestly, I love soulmate pieces so much, so I was so excited seeing this prompt (I'm excited to read the others as well!) My friend helped me put together an idea for a SM connection and I really enjoyed writing it, hope you do as well :) Happy reading!

Fem!reader x Denki Kaminari

Soulmates au; People are born with a dream realm connecting them to their Soulmate. Warning; harsh language, Hurt/comfort, pretty fluffy, cursing. Implied readerxfemale relationship. BakuKiri relationship (I got bullied last time I didn't say that was a pairing, so, just being safe)

Word count; 4.6K

“Another lonely night in this stupid world.” Y/N grumbled staring up at her dreamy night sky.

A sky she was supposed to share with someone else.

In this wonderful, bittersweet world, you were tied to another person. Destiny decided from day one of your birth who you’d be with for the rest of your life and then set you in a special plane of existence only accessible when you fell asleep, once you turned the ripe age of fifteen. The kindred-plane.

A place specially made for you and your soulmate to meet each night when you fall asleep. It was a place to get to know each other without the prying eyes of all those around. A shared dream land you could even decorate and make your own. It was your partner’s and your safe space.

It was a place you guys could explore together, where your imaginations combined like an amazing world of minecraft. Some people made completely different lives in their heads at night. Others used it to see their long distance lovers. Hell, there was a blog story sharing what sounded like a whole scripted tv show where a woman’s soulmate had set off to save her from an uncompromising kingdom.

Sadly though, your shared safe space could be destroyed in a matter of moments. It wasn’t unheard of for your soulmate to reject destiny’s plan and divide your dreams. You could absolutely reject your soulmate and quite literally lock them out of your dreams. All presence of them would disappear from your dreams within a few nights, sometimes even faster, and you’d be left alone with only your creations.

Of course, being divided from your soulmate hurt. But something hurt much worse.

Your soulmate being unintentionally stolen from you. A divide where you lose your soulmate despite neither saying they’d like to divide. A situation where your soulmate dies.

Y/N sighed at the reminiscent of her once was soulmate. So sweet and kind, someone Y/N fully imagined meeting one day in the daylight. Yet, now at the sad age of seventeen, Y/N had no dreams of ever seeing her soulmate ever again.

She only had the one year of memories they made…

“Class, This Y/N. She will be joining our class for her final year of hero training, treat her well.” Aizawa introduced her to the class of 3-A.

“Thank you, Sensei” Y/N bowed slightly. “Nice to meet you all.”

Not even a moment of silence was granted before the class erupted in questions. Half about her quirk, the other half about where she was from. A few off hand questions about why she transferred. All a mess.

“Enough!” Aizawa shouted, hushing the entire class. “You all can get to know her later, on your own terms. For now, Y/N please take your seat.”

Y/N nodded and scurried back to the only free seat in the back. Between a pretty pinkette and sweet looking round faced brunette. Before she was even seated, Aizawa began his lesson.

Y/N quietly sat through the classes of her day, ignoring the judging looks aimed her way, as the new girl. She could hear the quiet whispers going around, speculating what type of person she was and tried to ignore those as well. She was well aware of the fact that she appeared very off-standish.

Dark eye bags, complete resting bitch face that quite literally screamed ‘I will stab you with a pencil if you speak to me’, earbuds tucked into each ear and a hunched over form that could rival Quasimodo. Thankfully, the aura she set into place actually warded off her new classmates for several days.

Up until a week later in the common room where her bubble was invaded.

She didn’t look up at the person sitting next to her and subtly tried to turn up her music. She felt the presence of several others join her and they all stared at her silently until finally, the pinkette she sat next to on her first day, plucked her book from her hands. Y/N slowly looked up at her dully and raised an eyebrow.

She reached out for her book, but the girl pulled it back out of her reach. She tried again, reaching forwards further, but the book was yoinked by a strip of tape, pulling it across the coffee table. Gritting her teeth slightly, Y/N stood up to reach across the table and the music in her ears paused.

The girl had unplugged her headphones.

“You just have no regard for personal belongings of others, hm?” Y/N sighed, sitting down.

“We just want to get to know our new classmate!” The pink girl grinned. “I’m Mina!”

“Hi, Mina. Now give me back my shit.” Y/N tried to grab her phone, only for someone behind her to tug her ear buds away. “Seriously?”

“We’ll give you back your things if you let us get to know you.” Mina smiled.

“Or, you could just give it back.” Y/N tried to grab her earbuds from the bright blonde behind her.

“Nope.’ He said, a grin on his face as well. “I’m Kaminari Denki, nice to meet ya, beautiful.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “Or, I could just take my stuff back.”

“You could but there’s five of us and one of you, good luck.” A bitch faced blonde mumbled, flipping through her book.

“Fine. Here’s one thing about me.” Suddenly she appeared behind the bitch blonde and snatched her book. Another one of her appeared behind the one who taped her book away and grabbed her book mark. Two other Y/N’s came into existence on opposite sides of her seating couch to grab her phone and ear buds. All while the original Y/N sat in her place. “Don’t touch my things.”

“Woah, you can make multiple you’s!” The redhead gasped excitedly. “That’s so manly!”

“That’s so cool! They feel so real!” Kaminari said, poking the side of the one near him. It yelped and swatted his hand.

“They are real! Don’t poke me, I’m ticklish!” Y/N snapped, rubbing her side.

“Woah, can you feel this?’ The tape one reached out to pinch the clone’s arm.

Y/N’s other clone smacked him with her book. “Yes, I can feel that! Ow!”

“So your quirk is duplicating yourself? Boring…” Bitch face rolled his eyes, another Y/N appeared behind him and swatted the back of his head.

“My quirk is omni-replication. I can create continuous versions of myself and others. But they can act on their own.” Y/N sighed, bringing herself her book.

“Woah, make another me!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

“G-Get off of me!” Y/N shoved him away, ignoring the literal spark between them. “I can’t make one of you now!”

“But you just said-.” Mina tried.

“I have to know your ins and outs. Otherwise I’d just make a weird melty blob of you.” Y/N sighed. “I need to know more about you guys before I can make you. I need to know you, how you fight, how your quirk works, I need to know how to play the game before I can participate.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Mina smirked. “You need to get to know us to succeed.”

“Oh god…” Y/N groaned. “I have no choice in this do I?”

“We have a specialty of making friends with people that don’t want to be friends.” The red head threw his arm over bitch face’s shoulder.

And thus a new friendship was born.

“Bakugo, why do you keep moving my pillow in our dreams, it’s so not manly.” Kirishima whined.

“Neither is the massive rock sitting in the middle of nowhere, dude.” Bakugo argued.

“It’s not just a rock.” Kirishima mock sniffled. “It’s a boulder.”

Y/N snickered at the reference that earned the kind redhead a smack to the back of his head. “Are you delivering pizza on it?”

“Yes!” Kiri grinned.

“No! Don’t encourage him!” Bakugo shouted.

“Aye, don’t shout at me. Your boyfriend is a literal rock, he’s encouraging himself.” Y/N laughed, throwing a fry at him.

“Oh yeah, what trash has your soulmate cluttered in your dream world?” Bakugo argued back.

Y/N’s laughter silenced and immediately her lips curled into a scowl. A light switched on and they remembered the one rule they had set in place. No one talks about Y/N’s soulmate. Or lack thereof.

“Bakugo!” Mina snapped.

“Shit, I didn’t-.” Y/N didn’t give him the time to apologize and stood up from the lunch table.

“Wait, no, Y/N! He didn’t mean to!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

She flicked him in the forehead and pulled away. “No, it’s fine. You guys talk about your soulmate shit, I’m going to the training field.”

“Wait, Y/N, really!” Mina tried. “It’s just, we’re so used to casually talking about it!”

“I don’t care if you guys talk about yours, but you know I don’t have one, so we don’t bring up mine!” She huffed, before taking a breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

Y/N ignored her friend’s protest and stomped out of the dinning hall. She rushed to the training area, stopping by the locker room to change and grab gear, briefly.

Activating her quirk she began fist fighting her clone, taking her anger out on herself. Very early on into her friendship with the group she told them she didn’t want to talk about the soulmate shit. At least not her own. She told them she didn’t have one, leaving them to believe she never did.

They were incredibly understanding after they found that it upset her. So much, to the point that she copied Kirishima to punch himself when he kept asking. After that ordeal and several days of being ignored, they respected her wishes of not bringing it up.

She knocked herself down and punched herself in the face. She turned off the connection to the clone so she wouldn’t feel the pain herself. Disconnected clones only had a few minutes to live really and faded away with enough damage. Once that one faded, she created another in its space and continued pounding away.

“Stupid soulmate bullshit.” She huffed each word with a punch. “Stupid divide rule.” Another clone. “Stupid. Fucking. Erg- Everything!”

Y/N beat her final clone to death and didn’t bring a new one out. She sniffled, the tears she’d been holding back for years now finally breaking her dam. She hated the horrible lonely feeling she had been surrounded by for so long. She missed out on so much sleep, just to avoid going to her dream world. She set alarms to wake her up every hour or so to stay away from it and at this point, she was losing her mind.

She cried more thinking back to the last time she had been in her kindred-plane. She’d avoided it for a few days before exhaustion actually hit her like a bus and made her sleep. This time her plain little dream seemed to have adopted new items in her absence.

A bundle of comic books, a guitar, even a really, really big pikachu plushie.

Not that they were placed anywhere in particular. The guitar was outside of the little home she had reimagined, laying haphazardly on the ground. The pikachu was placed in front of a tree, facing it and the books were strewn across her loveseat couch. It was like her dream realm had become a lost and found for thrown away items from other planes. Which, honestly, Y/N could believe, as she didn’t use it so much.

She wished she could just give away her realm and dream of nothingness.

“Y/N?” She jumped, hearing her name and quickly wiped away her tears, ignoring the way they stung her open knuckles.

“Kaminari, I’m not really in the mood to talk.” Y/N muttered.

“Okay, that’s fine. We both know I talk enough for the both of us.” He joked, coming to sit in front of her.

Y/N turned to look away from his seating and ignored him, but he set off into a spiel about a new game he got. He did what he did best when one of his friends were upset, he talked. And normally that worked, but minutes into his yabbering, she started crying again.

“Hey, no! No crying! Crying is sad!” Kaminari tried.

“I am sad Kami!” She snapped. “I am really fucking sad! Everyone gets to have stupid fucking soulmate but me! And all because mine fucking died!”

Kaminari immediately paused his frantic attempts to calm her. “Huh, I thought you said you didn’t have one?”

“I don’t because she died! My god damn soulmate died literally months after meeting each other damn it!” Y/N yelled, sinking her fingers into her hair. “And now my kindred-plane is empty and lonely and shit keeps getting piled into it like a fucking trash can!”

Kaminari was silent for a moment while she cried. He slowly crawled over, closer to her and pulled her into a hug. This wasn’t a moment for talking randomly and he knew that. So they sat for the rest of the lunch period in silence, save for her soft hiccups.

After that, somehow, Y/N started talking to her friends the next day. She rationalized that it wasn’t their fault she was sensitive about the subject, they didn’t deserve the aggression. So with a tense apology, she was back to sitting with them at lunch and hanging out.

Y/N was determined to not let her disrupted dreamland destroy her outside reality.

“Okay, really?” Y/N blinked at the ugly rug that appeared draped over her bookshelf. “How the hell did you even get there?”

She tugged it down and stared at it in disgusted contemplation. “Guess you get to go in front of the fireplace…”

Y/N walked towards the warmth and paused, noting that it felt like it took a few more steps than usual. She looked around and found that the picture she carefully centered on the wall was no longer centered. Was her house getting bigger? More and more shit was popping up out of nowhere and her place felt spaceyer…

“What the actual fuck universe?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and laid down the new rug.

An odd whooshing noise sounded behind her and she turned around to see a lamp fizzled into existence, a hand accompanying it this time. Y/N fumbled over own feet trying to hurry and grab it. Someone was putting shit in her realm and she was about to find out who.

Actually she wasn’t.

The moment she grabbed the hovering wrist, it was like she had rubbed her socks across her new rug a million times and then touched an outlet. The hand shocked her, hard. She yelped and fell backwards on her butt, accidently taking the lamp down too, except when it fell apart it fell backwards toward the floating hand and disappeared from her plane.

Y/N gasped sitting up out of her bed, the shock kicking her out of her own dream. “Ow, what the hell?”

Y/N looked over at her clock, finding that it was five in the morning. She sighed and climbed out of her bed, grabbing her ear buds and phone. There was no school the next day, it was Saturday so she aimed to sneak down to the common room and spend her day dead on the couch, fighting off sleep again.

Not ten minutes after snuggling into a comfy spot on the couch, it dipped slowly as someone sat on the other end of it. She looked up from her book, to find Kaminari on the other end. He held up a bag of doritos in exchange for her company.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pulling out her ear buds.

“Got startled awake by something in my dream world.” He answered, holding the bag out to her.

“Ah, that sucks.” She hummed apologetically.

“What about you?” He asked carefully.

Y/N snorted. “Kami, you know I don’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I know, but you’ve been up for the past few days.” He sighed, remembering seeing her in the kitchen at three am. “You’re going to trash your health if you don’t sleep.”

“Eh, it’s alright.” She crunched on a chip, before yawning. “Plus, you stay up every night gaming, bite me.”

“Gladly.” He winked. “But seriously, a lonely dream realm can’t be all bad.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was going to continue this topic of conversation. And he did. “I mean mine’s pretty lonely and I think it’s alright.”

“What?” She furrowed his eyebrows.

“My kindred-plane has but just me since like, forever, and I don’t think it’s that bad.” He shrugged.

Kaminari didn’t have a soulmate? That didn’t make sense, he’d tell them about all the adventures he’d run on in his dream. “You said you were helping some Jill girl fight zombies and stuff, just the other day.”

“Yeah, Jill Valentine. From Resident Evil.” He laughed. “I figured out a long time ago that I could just make her up in my dreams if I played the game until I fell asleep. She’s not my soulmate-.”

“You don’t have one…” Y/N whispered, sitting up.

“Nope, never did.” He offered her more chips, but Y/N just looked at him with sad eyes.

She cried in his arms about her soulmate dying and it turned out he never had one in the first place. “Don’t look so sad, Sunshine. It’s okay.”

“Denki, you don’t have a soulmate. That shit sucks.” Y/N flailed her hands.

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t get attached to mine and then they died. That sucks even more.” Kaminari argued.

Y/N slumped back against the couch. “This soulmate business is quite literal shit.”

“Yeah, but other people are pretty happy with it, so it’s okay to me really.” Kaminari hummed, nonchalantly. “Plus, no one can yell at me for my taste in decorations. That can really make or break a relationship ya know.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh yeah, totally. If my soulmate tried to decorate our space with half the shit that seems to appear in my room I’d have to throw hands.”

“Stuff appears in your dream?” Kaminari asked. “What, like, someone’s statue of Scooby doo?”

“Kaminari Denki, please tell me you don’t have a statue of Scooby doo in your kindred.” She tried not to laugh.

“No!” He said quickly. “I have a statue of Scrappy Doo.”

“Oh my god, no, you don’t!” She gasped.

“Yep! There’s a pond in front of my house and he’s in the dead center of it.” He grinned proudly. “And he looks amazing there.”

“Oh I bet he does.” Y/N snickered. “Bet he pulls the whole place together.”

“As a matter of fact he does.” Kaminari declared smugly. “What about your plane? What’s one big special thing you’ve got in it?”

Y/N hummed and thought for a second. “There’s a really big oak tree just behind my house and it’s covered in string lights, with a small ladder up the trunk. There’s a flat area in some of the branches so I can sit up there and read.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Kaminari said, fondly. “I have a tree kind of like that in mine too.”

“Does yours have a massive Pikachu in front of it?” She taunted, laughing.

She just barely missed the furrowing of his eyebrows before he answered. “I’m not entirely sure, I think, I’d have to take a look. I hope I do though, otherwise, I’d have to come steal yours.”

“Absolutely not! He’s my friend!” Y/N gasped and shoved at his leg. “Stick with your Scrappy Doo statue.”

Kaminari smiled. “Fine, fine. But if I don’t have a Pikachu in my dream, you owe me.”

“Mmhm, sure.” Y/N grinned.

For the next few months, Y/N and Kaminari grew closer, having bonded over their lack of soulmates. While they grew closer, not only did Y/N become happier, her kindred-plane seemed to get brighter, despite all the random things finding purchase in her realm and the fact that it was still growing. It was nice, she didn’t hate spending the night there anymore. She didn’t run into the disembodied hand anymore, but that was okay.

With what was happening in reality, she wasn’t too bothered by her dreams anymore. Instead, she focused on her friends, they were a wonderful reminder that life didn’t go to complete shit. For the first time, she actually let these people get close to her and drag her out of her hole she kept herself in.

… And out into the living room to watch the boys yell at each other over Mario Kart.

Y/N cursed and pushed Kaminari’s face away from her own as he laved his tongue across her cheek. “Denki, I swear to god if you don’t stop licking me, I’m going to bite you!”

“Ooh! Promise?” He flirted, smirking. “What else are you gonna do with that mouth?”

“Hurt your feelings, Sparkler boy.” She laughed, squishing his cheeks.

Kaminari threw himself into her arms, taking her to the floor. “So mean, I thought you loved me!”

“Oh yeah, she totally loves you with the way she made you beat yourself up today.” Bakugo snickered.

“Yeah, dude, she used your quirk against you better than you.” Kirishima pipped up.

“Hey, hey, clones don’t get fried when they use their ultimate! They just disappear and another one pops up!” Kaminari argued in defense.

“Jesus, Denki, you’re heavy!” Y/N shoved at his body, half heartedly. “Get off, you loser.”

“Uhg, fine, only because I have a race to win.” He rolled off her, to grab his switch controller.

“Oh thank god, I was going into the light for a second there.” Y/N gasped, dramatically.

Kaminari pinched her leg in retaliation. “Hey, I’m not that heavy!”

“Your head is though.” She stuck her tongue out.

“So mean.” He pouted as she turned to lay her head in his lap.

Y/N giggled as she pulled out her phone, to scroll through Tumblr for a fic to read. Moments went by before a snapchat notification popped up. Tapping on it, she found a common message from Mina.

‘You guys are too cute.’- Pinkiepie

‘We’re just friends, Mi.’-Y/N

A snap picture appeared in their feed and she tapped it open. There she was laying in Kaminari’s lap and there he was looking down at her, sweetly. ‘He’s giving you major heart eyes.’- Pinkiepie

‘Stop taking pictures of people, it’s stalkery.’- Y/N

‘That’s why you took a ss.’ -Pinkiepie

‘Oh fuck off.’- Y/N

‘Oh come on, just give him a chance, neither of you have sm’s so your not stealing him from anyone.’- Pinkiepie

‘You’re*’- Y/N

Y/N sighed and looked up to Kaminari’s face above hers. It apparently hadn’t been uncommon knowledge that Kaminari was Soulmateless, probably why the group had been so confused as to why she was so upset about it. It was normal to them, because it had always been Kaminari’s story.

Would it be so bad to make her own soulmate? Most divided soulmates stayed by themselves for the rest of their lives, but would it be alright if they didn’t?

“Oh, guys! I meant to tell you; I think I actually do have a soulmate!” Kaminari blurted into the air.

His admission quite literally derailed the entire room. Bakugo drove off the map in Mario Kart, Kirishima completely looked away from the game and Mina choked on her spit and her eyes flew to Y/N who paled significantly.

Sero was the only one who appeared unaffected. “Guys, he’s probably just saying that to throw us off, he’s in last.”

“I’m gonna blow you up, you put me in fourth with your little stunt.” Bakugo threatened.

“No, I’m serious!” Kaminari argued. “Over the last few months my dreams have been changing and stuff. Like it was making room for another person. My house is super spacy now, new decorations have been showing up for no reason, like there was a vase of flowers on the floor near my door, and my curtains changed colour, they’re a cute lavender colour now. Plus there’s a really big pikachu next to a beautiful oak tree in my yard.”

“Woah, dude, really?” Kirishima paused the race and turned to his friend.

“Yeah, totally.” Kaminari nodded, subtly looking down to meet Y/N’s wide eyes. “I was super confused for a while.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Sero laughed. “Have you met them yet? Or are they just leaving surprises for you?”

“Well, I’ve seen her a few times, but I haven’t got the chance to talk to her yet, she wakes up pretty fast.” Kaminari shrugged.

“That’s so good Denki, I’m so happy for you.” Mina said softly as Y/N sat up.

“Me too, Denks. But speaking of waking up, I’m tired, so I’m gonna go take a nap.” Y/N hummed, yawning.

“Okay, see you later, Y/N.” They all chimed as she walked away.

“Yeah, see you later.” Kaminari called, carefully.

Y/N tried her best to contain herself and all but ran to her dorm. Along the way, her phone buzzed, no doubt a message from Mina. Once she was in her room, she flew to her bed, never had she been so eager to fall asleep before.

She quickly responded to Mina, ensuring her that she was alright and actually wanted to sleep. Y/N even sent her a reassuring picture of her smile with a short caption ‘I’m off to go see a Pikachu.’ After that, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, but it was too long.

Y/N blinked open her eyes, finally appearing in her kindred-plane and spun around, trying to identify things in her dream house. She hurried to open the door and looked over to her tree, with the ever so famous Pikachu there. She turned and jogged in the opposite direction for the one thing she needed to see to make sure she was correct.

There it was. Scrappy Doo. In the middle of her pond.

Y/N jumped up and down, squealing to herself. It was happening, oh my god, it was happening. Now she just had to wait.

And wait she did. She had run back to her tree and climbed up to sit and await her soulmate. The soulmate she actually had again. Someone to share her dream world with again.

She had a soulmate.

Quietly for the next hour, Y/N sat and read one of her books, waiting almost patiently for him. She’d made it through the third chapter when a voice startled her away from the pages.

“Sorry, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.” Kaminari said, smiling.

Y/N bit her lip and grinned. “I thought you missed my cue for a bit there."

"No, I was just a little too excited to fall asleep." He crawled up into her tree nook. "You see, I suddenly got a new person roaming my world almost like, uh, a forever person or something. What's it called?"

"Mm, I don't know. Kinda sounds like you've got a soulmate there, Denki." Y/N whispered as he came closer.

"Fucking finally." He muttered, leaning forwards to connect their lips.

But before he could make contact he ran into her hand first. “But, really, we are going to have to talk about your decorating choices.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk about that after this.” Kaminari chuckled and moved her hand to kiss her.

[jenohi]

double take

PAIRING ▸ park jeongwoo x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ mutual pining, best friends-to-read it to find out, high school au, lacrosse au,

WARNINGS ▸ foul language, mild aggression(???)

SUMMARY ▸ when two friends start questioning the feelings they have for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 4541 words

A/N ▸ Honestly, I'm not totally satisfied with this piece but I've been sitting on it for awhile and I would just rather publish it. I had many thoughts as I wrote this piece and at some point as I wrote I started to question if I picked the right member for this story. But I stand by my decision with the member I chose.

I could say I never dare

To think about you in that way

But, I would be lying

Jeongwoo was lost in thought as he walked back home from school. It was something he wasn’t used to doing alone but lately it was something that had been happening more and more often. But still he wasn’t able to shake the feeling and get used to it. Without your presence around, without his favorite person to bicker with, Jeongwoo found he had more time to think.

“Jeongwoo-ya!” Jaehyuk yelled. When Jeongwoo got home he was still lost deep in his thoughts, so lost that he hadn’t heard his brother call out to him at all. “Jeongwoo!” Jaehyuck yelled again, this time right into Jeongwoo’s ear. Jeongwoo flinched and poked his ear a few times to make sure he could still hear before he turned around to glare at his brother.

“What?”

“Are you good? I said hello when you came home and you just walked right past me in zombie-mode, I even offered you oreos.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Jaehyuk gave his little brother a strange look, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open. He was surprised. “You’re even apologizing now? What’s gotten into you? Are you good?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I think.”

To anyone other than Jeongwoo, it was obvious that Jeongwoo was indeed not fine. “Cut the shit. Something’s on your mind, what’s wrong? Also where’s Y/N? I haven’t seen her in awhile, I feel like she used to always come back here with you.”

“Aish, I’m fine. Y/N? Well… I think she’s doing okay. Honestly, I haven’t seen her in like a few weeks. One day she told me not to wait up for her and so that day I didn’t. But the next day I did and the next day and the next day…” Jeongwoo said. He hadn’t realized that each day he had waited for you until he said it aloud. Why did he wait for you?

As if he could read Jeongwoo’s mind, Jaehyuk asked “why did you wait for her? Did she tell you to?”

“No, but we used to walk back together every day.” Jeongwoo paused, “I guess I just got used to it and expected things would go back to normal. She lives next door, we’ve been walking back together for years now.”

“How do you feel about it?” Jaehyuk asked, doing his best to contain his excitement and to stop himself from cheering like he was watching a soccer match. He’d been watching this budding relationship develop for years now. It seemed like his bone-headed baby brother was finally pulling his head out of his ass. His ship was taking off. Finally.

Jeongwoo paused. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to feel? We’re just friends right?”

“Right.” Jeongwoo could hear the snark in his brother’s voice as he turned around and walked into his room. “Maybe you should think about it a little bit more.”

“Think about what?” Jeongwoo asked, exasperated, now it felt like his own brother was acting weird too. Jeongwoo wanted to pull his hair out. He wanted his brother to stop asking him such cryptic questions, he wanted to ask his friend why she had suddenly stopped walking home with him, and he just wanted...he just wanted to go back to when things were normal.

“Jeongwoo. Tell me, have you ever thought of Y/N as anything other than a friend?” Jaehyuk said. Then he pondered it for a second. “Actually, you don’t even have to tell me. Tell yourself. Be totally honest.”

With that Jaehyuk disappeared behind the door to his room and Jeongwoo stood there once again in thought. He thought about the times you had spent walking back together, sharing stories, sharing secrets, and sharing songs. He thought about how vibrant and lovely you looked when you told him what crazy things had happened to you that day. The walks back home were so much more quiet without you.

To say he had never thought about you that way was...a lie.

And I pretend I'm happy for you

When you find some dude to take home

The next day of school Jeongwoo made up his mind to confront you about it. Okay, maybe not confront you about it but ask you if everything was okay. He found you sitting in your seat in the homeroom chatting away with your friends. Jeongwoo did his best to wipe his hands on his thighs as discreetly as possible before tapping on your shoulder.

You turned around, you could feel your eyebrows shoot up when you saw Jeongwoo standing there behind you. “Hey.”

“Hi, would you mind if I had a word with you really quickly?” Jeongwoo asked.

“No, not at all. Let’s go out in the hallway.” You said, getting up from your seat and smiling at your friends before walking out of the classroom, you spun around once you were a reasonable distance from the classroom door. “What’s up?”

“I just, I was just wondering why I haven’t seen you outside the school. So you know, we can walk home together. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You felt your heart flip-flop but you didn’t let it show. “Oh, well I joined the school’s ambassador program right? The foreign exchange students arrived. They asked us to stay after to help them get accustomed to the school’s culture and to answer any questions they have. It’s actually so much fun, my student is this guy from Japan! His name is Haruto! Jeongwoo, he’s so attractive.”

Before you could continue or Jeongwoo could respond, the bell rang. You tossed an apologetic smile over your shoulder before walking into the classroom and taking a seat. Jeongwoo made his way over to his own classroom and sat down for class. But he couldn’t focus at all.

‘Haruto? Who was Haruto?’ he thought. ‘How attractive could he be? There’s no way this Haruto guy was more attractive than he was right?’

Jeongwoo pulled out his phone to check his appearance. He felt his phone ring, he glanced up to see that the teacher wasn’t looking so he clicked on the notification to read the message he just received. His chest felt weird for a quick second when he saw the notification was from you.

Y/N: Was there anything else you needed? I’m sorry you’ve been waiting for me, you don’t have to do that now. I should have told you earlier but Haruto’s been walking me home after our program.

Jeongwoo: No, that’s all I was curious about. Thanks for the heads up. Haruto sounds like a cool guy. I’m glad.

Jeongwoo was not glad.

But, I won't deny that

In the midst of the crowds

In the shapes in the clouds

I don't see nobody but you

And suddenly, it was like Jeongwoo couldn’t not see you. You were everywhere. He started to take new routes home, he visited shops, studied in cafes, sometimes he even considered joining a school club just to stay after. But everywhere he went, everything he did he thought of you. He saw something in a shop that would remind him of you, he wondered what kind of drink you’d get at the cafes he visited, and even in the most crowded streets sometimes he swore he saw your face.

You were everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

In my rose-tinted dreams

Wrinkled silk on my sheets

I don't see nobody but you

But Jeongwoo acknowledged he was truly and utterly screwed when he started to see your pretty face in his dreams. Your face wasn’t ever the problem. It was missing you. It was wondering if you had replaced him. It was wondering if you were with that new guy Haruto now.

At the end of two weeks of utterly horrible sleep, Jeongwoo thought to himself. He needed to do something about the situation and he needed to do it fast. The best person to consult? His hopeless romantic of a brother.

you got me hooked on to something

Who could say that they saw us coming?

Tell me, do you feel the love?

“Jaehyuk-hyung. Help me.” Jeongwoo asked, slamming his brother’s door open and barging into the room.

Jaehyuk paused his game, muttered something into the microphone and then took off his headset. “What’s up?”

“I like Y/N. What do I do?”

“Awww Jeongwoo has a crush! My baby brother has finally opened his eyes and is admitting his feelings to himself.” Jaehyuk teased.

“Yeah yeah. You get to jab at me this one time and then never again. You may be older than me but I’ve grown 8 cm in the last year. I’m just as tall as you now!” Jeongwoo threatened.

“I feel like I should be able to tease you about it for a little longer than just this once. It’s so obvious between the two of you. You both are such dummies.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Jeongwoo asked. “Nevermind, I don’t think I want to know. Just help me, what do I do? She’s been spending the last few weeks after school with another guy. I have to act fast and I want to impress her.”

“Well, there’s a long weekend coming up. What do you guys like in common?”

“We talk about music a lot. She and I have similar taste in music.”

“Why don’t you take her to a concert or see live music or something?”

Jeongwoo thought about it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how good of an idea it was and it was possible, he saw an ad for his and your favorite artist that was coming to town soon. He rushed out of Jaehyuk’s room.

“Thanks hyung!”

The first thing Jeongwoo did once he got back to his room was search the concert details. To his relief, there were still tickets available and he snatched two as quickly as he could. He breathed a sigh of relief once he found the confirmation in his email.

His mind wandered over to what Jaehyuk had said earlier ‘it’s so obvious between the two of you’. What was so obvious? Was there something he wasn’t seeing? Did you feel the way he felt about you? Did everybody else see something between the two of you that neither of you had seen yourselves?

Who else saw them coming? Did you feel the love? Was it love? Whatever. Jeongwoo just prayed you would be available this weekend.

Spend the summer of a lifetime with me

Let me take you to the place of your dreams

Tell me, do you feel the love?

Jeongwoo: Are you free this weekend? I got tickets to Big Bang’s concert. We should go.

Y/N: I’m so down to go to Big Bang. Haruto is actually a huge fan as well. He got me a ticket! We should all go together. Haruto is really cool! I think you guys would get along amazing.

Jeongwoo could feel his insides curling up on each other and the expression on his face souring. But he sucked up his pride and answered.

Jeongwoo: Awesome.

Jeongwoo had to admit, Haruto was cool. The two boys had exchanged conversations about music, sports, and clothes. Everything under the sun. Except for you. He wanted to ask but he also didn’t want to ask. He was afraid of the answer.

He tried to keep his cool when he saw you interact with Haruto. His mind was clouded with questions, worries. Was he too late in chasing your affections?

About halfway through the concert you had started to get fed up by the way Jeongwoo was acting. Bang Bang Bang came on and you were not going to let Jeongwoo’s prissy attitude ruin this experience so you grabbed his hand and started jumping. Thankfully, the sour expression on your best friend’s face started to disappear. At the sight of Jeongwoo’s goofy grin, you felt a strangely warm feeling spread through your body and the warmth flowed up into your face. You tried your best not to think too much about it.

By the end of the song, Jeongwoo had his arm thrown over your shoulder and yours was loosely wrapped around his waist as the two of you jumped to the beat. At the very end of the song as you went to land the last jump, there was a sharp pain that shot up your ankle as you landed.

Jeongwoo felt his heart lurch as he realized you were about to slip. Without even thinking, he wrapped his other arm around you and held you before you could topple over. And then all of sudden it was like the world had paused. For the first time in a few weeks, Jeongwoo really looked at his best friend for the first time.

He looked into your eyes and asked the question that he was too afraid to say aloud. ‘Do you feel the love?’

And I could say I never answered

Those believers inside my head

But that's far from the truth

For the rest of the concert, Jeongwoo held you in his arms as the two of you swayed from side to side. You hadn’t realized how much Jeongwoo had grown in the past few weeks. You were thankful that you were facing the band and that Jeongwoo stood behind you with his head resting on yours. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders.

Truthfully, the last few weeks had been both torture and a sweet relief. You knew there were feelings simmering for Jeongwoo for a long time, but lately you couldn’t put a finger on it. He had grown up and he had grown up well. And then all of a sudden the feelings exploded and they became hard to tame and hide. So when you saw the flyer for the foreign exchange students program a few weeks ago, which would run after school, you snatched up the opportunity.

The time away from Jeongwoo did help you clear up your mind a bit. And you did make a new friend from it. Haruto. And Haruto was handsome. But there was no romantic chemistry. Haruto had his own romantic issues.

But this concert wasn’t what you were expecting. It wasn’t weird for you and Jeongwoo to exchange the occasional hug. But this felt like more affection than usual and it felt good. When Jeongwoo had caught you from the fall and looked into your eyes as he held you, your head started to spin, your thoughts and feelings started to run wild again. It was harder and harder to run from the truth, that you had fallen for your best friend, Jeongwoo.

To admit that was scary. To wonder what would happen to your relationship if things changed. What if he didn’t feel the same way about you? What if he became awkward and the relationship irrevocably fell apart? But what if he did return your feelings? But then what if it didn’t work out and it all fell apart? Suddenly, this didn’t feel so good anymore.

Jeongwoo wanted to hold you and never let you go. Unaware of the many thoughts flying through your head, he wished you’d turn around and look at him again. He wished he was braver, he wished. He wished for so many things but he was scared. But for now he was so happy, so content, holding you in his arms.

Don't know what's come over me

It seems like yesterday when I said

“We'll be friends forever”

“Y/N? Can we grab food after this?” Jeongwoo asked into your ear. A sudden storm of butterflies stormed into your stomach and you pretended not to hear him as you pulled his arms off of your shoulders and stepped out of his embrace.

Jeongwoo could feel his body heat in frustration. He had never had to fight for your attention, there was never any competition for it before. But now that he had to, he hated it.

“Where’s Haruto?” you asked, looking around for your friend, avoiding eye contact with Jeongwoo. Thankfully before it became too awkward you felt your phone vibrate. You tapped on the notification to see that it was a message from Haruto.

‘Haruto was great, but was he really so great he could undo the years of growing up together?’ Jeongwoo fumed silently as you read the message on your phone. He tried his best to compose himself.

Haruto: I had to go, sorry. I saw someone I used to know.

Shit.

“Y/N? What’s up?”

“Uh, Haruto dipped. He caught up with a friend.” you said. Jeongwoo did all that he could to keep the smile off of his face.

“So...you wanna grab food?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s go to McDonald’s! We should catch up. I feel like-”

“Actually, it’s kind of late Jeongwoo. And I’m kind of tired. Would you mind taking me home?”

This time, you did see the smile slide right off of Jeongwoo’s face. “Oh. Yeah of course.”

“Thanks Jeongwoo. You’re such an amazing friend to me.”

Constellations of stars

Murals on city walls

I don't see nobody but you

If Jeongwoo thought the two weeks leading up to the concert were bad, then the next two were absolute hell. Instead of moving forward, it was like your relationship had shot backwards.

‘Friend?’ Jeongwoo fumed. He was absolutely pissed every time he thought about it. He didn't want to be your friend. That much was obvious now.

Now it wasn’t just that the two of you didn’t walk back home together. Now you didn’t answer his texts. Now you didn’t even look at him in school. Now you didn’t even show up to support him at his sporting events. Now it sucked. Jeongwoo felt like a kid who had done something wrong and had been sent to time out. But what had he done wrong?

Had he overstepped his boundaries? Had he said something wrong? He hadn’t said anything other than ‘do you want to get food?’

But still Jeongwoo couldn’t get you out of his mind.

You're my vice, you're my muse

You're a nineteenth floor view

I don't see nobody but you

Jeongwoo thought he was being rational. He figured you needed space but he couldn’t figure out why. But when Jaehyuk dropped him off at lacrosse tryouts in the spring and he saw that you were in the stands chatting with Haruto he was absolutely livid. He could feel his heart face and his blood boil. Jeongwoo’s regular pleasant demeanor had evaporated in an instant.

But to be fair, all his pent up aggression seemed to work to his benefit as he exerted all of it on the field. And at the end of the day, his coach had told him that he’d done so well he might get a spot on the varsity team. That was an amazing opportunity as a Sophomore.

If Jeongwoo was livid seeing you at tryouts the first day. He was absolutely furious when he saw Haruto run up to you during breaks to chat. When he saw you hand Haruto a bottle of water with such a pretty smile on your face he wanted to punch something. Or someone.

At the end of the second day of tryouts, the coach called Jeongwoo into his office.

“I don’t know what they feed you kids over in Japan. But all four of you are good.” Jeongwoo heard once he was within hearing distance of the office. Japan? Jeongwoo’s mood soured when he saw a familiar lanky figure. He knocked on the doorframe to make his presence known to the coach.

Haruto smirked when he saw Jeongwoo standing at the door with a darkened expression on his face. But it was gone the second he turned back to face the coach.

“The two of you have demonstrated amazing capabilities and I am considering pulling one of you up to the varsity team. Take this opportunity seriously. Tomorrow is the last day of tryouts.”

On the third and final day of tryouts, Jeongwoo was relieved that he didn’t see you. He cringed when he realized how horrible that thought was but he wanted to be laser focused today. He wanted to do his absolute best. No, he wanted to be the absolute best.

But his game was off, Jeongwoo was antsy and his mind kept straying. During each break he didn’t realize his eyes were wandering everywhere just to get a glimpse of you. It was infuriating to see you here for Haruto but it was unsettling not to see you here at all. And it showed.

On the field during the last game of tryouts, it was Haruto and Jeongwoo facing off against each other. Face to face, right in front of each other, just before the whistle blew Haruto taunted his opponent. “You’re gonna lose your girl to me and now you’re gonna lose your spot on the team to me?”

If there was one redeeming moment of today’s tryouts it was this last game. Jeongwoo played as hard as he could, as ferocious as he could. But just for a second he lost control and played a bit dirty. The game ended when he was called for an illegal body check.

“Dude what’s your problem?” Haruto asked.

Jeongwoo turned around and got up in his face. “No, what’s your problem? Your comment back there? Absolutely uncalled for.”

“Please. Pull your head out of your ass. You’re hurting your friend. Talk to her.”

“Boys! Over here, now!” the coach hollered before Jeongwoo could ask for an explanation.

As soon as the two boys entered the office, he asked “Jeongwoo, how do you think you played today?”

“Not the best I could have sir, something was on my mind. I apologize, it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right, it better not. After seeing you play today I was about ready to cut you from the team entirely.”

Jeongwoo felt his heart drop to his stomach. Haruto felt awkward. He wasn’t sure why he had to be here for this.

“Haruto. I saw you say something to Jeongwoo before the last game. I don’t condone foul play. Whatever petty drama you both got going on between the two of you get it sorted out, fast. Because for now, you’re teammates. Junior Varsity. Here’s the deal, if the two of you prove yourself in the first few games I’ll pull you up. But instead of competing against each other for the spot, it’s either you both get a spot or neither of you will get pulled up.”

Jeongwoo stormed out of the office. He was so angry he hadn’t even noticed that he’d nearly trampled you.

You recognized the expression on Jeongwoo’s face. It was the worst-case-scenario face. It was rare, but when it was there that meant things were bad. You turned to see Haruto exit the office, he saw you look back at Jeongwoo then back at him. Haruto jutted his chin out towards Jeongwoo and gave you a nod, to which you smiled back in relief before running off after Jeongwoo.

Do you feel the love?

Feel the love

“Jeongwoo! Jeongwoo!” You yelled. He barely heard you or he ignored you, he was so pissed that he honestly didn’t know. But right now he needed to find a way to deal with the anger. He needed to go home.

But he couldn’t run away from you, not when you had caught up to him. He saw you standing in front of his path home, he looked over and saw that you had taken a shortcut that the two of you had found together years ago.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Jeongwoo rolled his eyes and made a move to step around you. But you stepped over so that you were in his way again. And when he stepped again. You stepped again as well.

“Move. Seriously.”

“No, not until you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

You felt a chill run down your spine. This wasn’t Jeongwoo. Your Jeongwoo would never speak to you like this. Your Jeongwoo? Was he even yours? He was still your friend though, right? “We’re friends. Right?”

Jeongwoo scoffed. He knew he was being rude but right now it felt like the entire world was giving him a giant middle finger.

“I don’t know. Are we?”

“Why wouldn’t we be? Friends are there for each other in times of need. You’re obviously mad and you need a friend right now. And I’m your friend right?” you felt yourself get smaller and smaller the more you spoke.

“Are you really my friend? Because honestly, lately, you’ve been a really shitty friend.”

“I-”

“For years we’ve walked home from school together, for years we’ve hung out together, supported each other, we talked to each other, about everything. Then one day you stop meeting me in front of the school, then the next day you don’t tell me what’s going on or why or even to let me know not to wait up for you, then one week then one week turns into many weeks then all of a sudden. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend.”

“Jeongwoo, I’m sorry-”

“I was so upset at the thought of not being close to you that I made plans for us to spend time together. Just us. And you go and invite someone else. Then just when I feel like things are starting to get better at the concert, you iced me out. Completely. You don’t answer my texts. You don’t talk to me, hell you don’t even look at me anymore!”

You could feel the tears streaming down your face. Everything Jeongwoo had said was true. In being scared of your own feelings for Jeongwoo, you had severed your friendship with him bit by bit. And now you weren’t even sure if it was still hanging by a thread.

“I have spent weeks. Going over what I did wrong in my head. I have tried so hard to talk to you, to just talk to you. I had something I wanted to say to you. But I don’t think it should be so hard to just speak to my friend. But I’ve just come to the conclusion that I haven’t done anything wrong. I wasn’t the one who was being a shit friend. That was you. So let me ask you again. Are you really my friend?”

“I-” you paused for a second to swallow. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah. I don’t know either. And honestly right now, I don’t even think I want you to be my friend. Bye Y/N.” Jeongwoo said, stepping around you. This time you didn’t stop him.

You turned around and watched his back get smaller and smaller as he walked away from you, down the path that led you home. The path the two of you had walked along together for years. You sniffled as you wiped the tears from your face.

But what you didn't see were the tears that streamed down Jeongwoo’s face.

[absolutepokemontrash]

You don't need to write this if you dont want too because it's up to you but this is something wholsome

WHAT IF L!MC M!M & BBY A!MC BECOME BABIES AND THERE EVEONES HAS TO CARE FOR THEM,

I apologize for having such horrible writing and grammer. I never payed attention in school, nor could I afford to pay attention 👉😎👉

Bro I feel you on the not paying attention in school thing. Fear not, dearest asker, ask for demon babies, and since I am a merciful writer, you shall receive.

Oh Shit, Half-Demon Babies are Running Amok Send Diapers and Help-

Mini summary for the casual reader, L!MC is Lucifer’s half demon child who got summoned into the Devildom to be one of the human exchange students, M!MC is Mammon’s half demon kid, and A!MC is Asmo’s. Let’s get to the fic!

Ah, what a relaxing day... Lucifer was sitting back in his desk chair, enjoying a nice glass of Demonus and listening to one of his favourite cursed vinyls. He had done a damn good job on his work earlier and Diavolo had insisted there was no more work to be done and he could have the weekend all to himself.

Of course, his brothers were still a factor that could have ruined his me-time... on any other weekend! Satan had just gotten a new encyclopedia to read, so he wouldn’t be causing any trouble, Beel and Belphie were going to take that Devildom food tour, Mammon and M!MC were planning on spending the entire weekend shopping, Asmo and A!MC were going up to the human world on Saturday and staying until Sunday, and Levi... He got a sudden burst of inspiration for his Animal Crossing Island and most likely wouldn’t be leaving his room for the next month. Lastly, L!MC wouldn’t be causing any problems, his child would probably spend their time with him rambling about musicals or anime they had seen, and Lucifer found their intense interest very adorable.

Ah... peace and quiet...

...

...why did Lucifer hear crying?

There, standing in the entrance hall of the House of Lamentation, was Solomon, holding three screaming babies.

What, and I cannot stress this enough, THE HELL?!

“Ah, Lucifer,” Solomon attempted to wave hello, but needing to continue to bounce one of the babies on his hip kind of hindered the gesture, not that Lucifer wanted a wave at that moment. “I’m sure you have questions.”

After everyone had gathered into the living room, Solomon explained how a spell gone awry had hit L!MC, M!MC, and A!MC with the effect of turning the three into the screaming infants that stood (or... awkwardly sprawled out) in front of them.

On the bright side, the spell only had a timespan of roughly two days, so they wouldn’t be stuck like that forever.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes (save for the babies, who were still either crying or incoherently babbling) as they processed that information. Lucifer, ever the flawless older brother and leader, stood up and clapped his hands together once.

“Alright then, everyone cancel your weekend plans, we need to deal with this.”

Lucifer’s dearest little brothers all whined in protest, Satan in particular. “They’re not our kids, why do Belphie, Beel, Levi, and I need to cancel our plans?!”

“Satan,” Lucifer said sternly. “You don’t remember this, but it took six people to take care of one of you. The kids may only be half demons but there are three of them. We need all hands on deck. Besides, if you all want someone to blame, blame Solomon.”

Everyone turned and levelled their practically murderous glared at the sorcerer, who suddenly pulled baby A!MC into his lap and began to rock them back and forth.

“I have never felt more unsafe.” Solomon laughed nervously. “But you wouldn’t kill me while I’m holding my not-child would you?”

Asmo stomped over and snatched A!MC away from Solomon. “I can’t believe you- ACK! A!MC! Stop drooling!”

A!MC had a long trail of drool coming out of their mouth which caused Asmo to shriek and hold A!MC at arms length away. “Stop that! That’s gross, A!MC, you know better.”

The adorable baby continued to babble and drool.

Mammon picked up M!MC, who almost immediately stopped crying upon seeing Mammon’s watch, they began making grab hands at it. “Ah, ya want the watch?”

M!MC squealed in delight as Mammon dangled the watch above them, Mammon was delighted that his little brat still had their expensive taste, even as a baby. “Hey, look at me! I’m doin’ pretty good! Suck it, Asmo!”

As Asmo and Mammon bickered, Lucifer took the time to look at L!MC, they pulled at Lucifer’s tie and hummed to themselves. They were mind numbingly cute despite the screeching they were doing earlier. The sight tugged at the cold spot where Lucifer’s heart should have been, he had missed this part of his child’s life... maybe just that weekend he’d get a chance to-

“Solomon where do you think you’re going?” Lucifer was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the shifty bastard trying to make his escape. “You’re staying to help manage this nonsense.”

—————

A!MC may have been an absolute ray of sunshine normally, but as a baby, they definitely lived up to the term demon-spawn.

A!MC would scream, cry and pitch a fit if they didn’t get what they wanted immediately, not that they had any way of articulating what they wanted because they were a god damn baby! Asmo and Solomon were at the point where they were just holding stuff out to A!MC to see if it would make them stop crying.

“Come on butterfly, don’t you like this... antique perfume bottle?” Asmo asked, A!MC took one look at it, then burst into flames and started wailing again. “For the love of my father WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

Now there were two sobbing messes in the room, and one was on fire. Solomon quickly magically took care of A!MC’s little fire problem (the baby was fiiiiiiine, demon babies light themselves on fire all the time!), picked A!MC up, sat down on Asmo’s bed, and snapped his fingers. Tiny balls of light gently floated into the air around the three, Asmo looked up from his pity party upon hearing A!MC stop their crying.

“See, you still like my magic, even as a baby, right A!MC?” Solomon asked, A!MC looked around in silent wonder, trying to reach up and touch the lights.

“Oh Solomon, this almost makes me forgive you for screwing up my weekend plans...” Asmo sighed in relief, he sat next to Solomon and pulled A!MC into his lap. “Not very colourful though, is it? Let me fix that.”

Asmo smiled as his own magic added streaks of colour, it was like their very own private showing of the northern lights. A!MC had on one of those goofy baby smiles that can make even the grumpiest person smile back.

Solomon and Asmo shaped some of the lights into shapes and animals, Asmo let a pink butterfly land on A!MC’s nose, much to their adorable delight.

“And that one’s a bird, and that one’s a giraffe,”

“That’s an alpaca.”

“Sorry, an alpaca with a weirdly long neck, oh! And a sheep!” Asmo looked down at his lap where A!MC sat and tickled their sides. “Everyone likes sheep!”

He then quickly shaped a ball of light into a scorpion and made it scuttle into A!MC’s lap. “But I have to say, scorpions are the best.”

The fifth born sighed in contentment as their sweet little hellspawn continued to watch the magic show. Never in his life did Asmodeus ever think he’d be this happy holding a baby, usually babies were things he thought should be handled with hazmat suits, but not at that moment. His little butterfly truly did have him wrapped around their finger.

“Asmo, hey, Asmo,” Asmo looked over at Solomon, who had a glowing triangle over one of his eyes. “Would you like to join my secret society?”

“Solomon, you are ruining the moment.”

——————

“C’mon kiddo! Eat your damn food!” Mammon once again tried to shove the spoon into his kid’s mouth with the same result as the 50 previous attempts.

“YUCKY!” M!MC shouted and slapped the spoon away.

“Here,” Beel took the spoon from Mammon. “Maybe it’s yucky like they said.”

Beel ate what was on the spoon, then smiled brightly. “You can really taste the mango!”

“See bud..? Beel likes it.” Mammon gestured at Beel, who was eating the entire jar of baby food as Belphie watched in amusement. He was such an asset to the team. “Beel! They need to eat!”

“Fine, let me try.” Belphie grabbed another spoon, and waved it in M!MC’s face. “Here comes the airplane... whoosh... whoosh...”

M!MC didn’t budge, Belphie knitted his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, be that way.”

Levi pushed open the door to the kitchen, and upon seeing the scene before him, immediately turned and tried to leave. “Nope! Food isn’t worth getting spit up all over me-”

Mammon lunged forward, grabbed the back of Levi’s jacket and practically yanked him into the kitchen, he slapped a spoon into his hand and smiled. “C’mon, do a favour for your super great big brother!”

The third born looked at M!MC, who defiantly stared back at him, the baby had the upper hand and the little brat knew it. Babies were so much cuter in anime...

Levi nervously stepped forward and held out the spoon like a weapon. “O-okay M-M-M!MC... you need to eat your food... pls... pls eat.”

M!MC said nothing, they only did what most babies did.

...

They spun their head 90 degrees until the back of their head was all Levi could see.

Everyone in the kitchen stood in complete silence, until Mammon jumped a foot in the air and started screaming bloody murder. “MY BABY!”

He dove forward and scooped M!MC up in his arms, the baby, obviously freaked out by the sudden loud noise, had begun to cry.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Uh... uh...” Mammon looked around frantically. “Hush little baby don’t say a word... papas gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring... and if that diamond ring is brass, butitwon’tbebecauseyouroldmanwouldn’tgetcheatedlikethat-”

M!MC spun their head back to its correct position, but their crying sounds were now several octaves lower... It sounded like if someone put a baby in the Darth Vader mask but without the weird breathing sounds...

Mammon looked to Belphie. “I’m blankin’ on nursery rhymes! Ya hafta know some kid songs!”

Belphie, after being put on the spot, suddenly forgot every single nursery rhyme and lullaby any of his brothers had ever sung to him. Oh! A song popped into his head! He could sing that!

“Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty one-”

“Not that one!” Mammon squeaked, holding M!MC closer to him. M!MC’s voice had returned to normal, the next problem is that they were only speaking in infernal. “Somethin’ else!”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a fly,” Beel began to sing. “I don’t know why she swallowed that fly... I forgot the rest of the song...”

“Dammit... Leviiiiii!” Mammon wheezed, desperately trying to calm the angrily growling M!MC. “Sing! Sing anything!”

“A-anything?” Only one song came to mind. “Uh um... With the doors of heaven and Hell barred, there is no other but the guard, Master of the Hellish Yard...”

Mammon lit up and nodded like Levi had just offered him a million Grimm. “Aw hell yeah! This song!”

He handed M!MC to Beel and began to dance and sing next to Levi, who had really gotten into the song as well!

“With those sins that you've committed, If you pay you'll be acquitted, and your crimes all permitted,” the two paused for dramatic effect before both belting out the best line in the song.

“ONLY ONES WITH CASH DO WELL, WELL AT LEAST IN HELL!”

As Levi and Mammon continued to sing, M!MC became so entranced by the dance, that they stopped their demonic babbling and just watched the second and third born dance and sing the English cover of an old vocaloid song. Belphie and Beel made brief confused eye contact to make sure the other twin was seeing the same thing.

The duo finished the song and took a bow, Beel lightly tapped M!MC’s chubby baby hands together to make it look like they were clapping. It was enough for Mammon and Levi.

“Thank you, thank you,” Mammon said. “We’ll be here forever, next show ain’t free.”

“We should sing The Tailor on Enbizaka next!”

“Levi! No! That song is like... seven minutes long!”

“Hey, morons,” Belphie stuck his thumb at M!MC. “They still haven’t eaten.”

Mammon’s triumphant expression dropped right to the floor. “Ah fuck...”

——————

“Satan, where’s L!MC-” Lucifer looked up at the ceiling of Satan’s room and his jaw dropped. “WHAT ARE THEY DOING UP THERE?!”

“I can’t get them down!” Satan hissed back.

L!MC. L!MC the BABY. They were on the ceiling. They were sitting upside down on the ceiling like it was an average Friday. Lucifer was too old for this shit...

“L!MC.” Lucifer held out his arms, L!MC squinted at him, that’s when Lucifer remembered L!MC was practically blind without their glasses. “L!MC, it’s your father, come here.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried calling them down like that?!” Satan spat as he quickly ran a hand through his hair.

Lucifer shot a glare at Satan, then Lucifer heard something that nearly made his (lack of) heart stop. Oh no- L!MC was yawning-

L!MC yawned and suddenly detached from the ceiling. Lucifer and Satan both dove forward to catch L!MC, which culminated in one of Satan’s piles of books falling down, but with L!MC safe and sound.

“Damn it.” Satan grumbled as Lucifer shifted to properly hold L!MC. “This is going to take forever to clean...”

“That was clean?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as L!MC began to fuss slightly.

Satan growled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, it was clean thank you very much. I knew exactly where everything was.”

The cat that unofficially ruled the House of Lamentation pranced into Satan’s room like it didn’t have a care in the world, it began to bat at one of the loose papers that had been scattered around the floor. Detective Toe Beans, you’re an esteemed detective, and technically RAD’s mascot, stop that!

Satan scooped up the cat and began to put the books back in the pile, when Lucifer noticed a familiar, beat-up old book lying near the bottom of the pile.

“Ah, I remember this book,” Lucifer leaned down and picked it up, showing the cover to L!MC, who didn’t seem very interested and continued petting the fur part of Lucifer’s jacket. “It’s good for a bedtime story, right L!MC?”

Lucifer tucked the book under his arm and turned to leave when Satan practically shot upwards. “If you think you can just take that out of my room, you’re completely delusional.”

“Are you seriously going to whine about getting a bedtime story for L!MC?”

“CAT!” L!MC looked over Lucifer’s shoulder and reached for Detective Toe Beans. “CAT!”

“Yes L!MC, cat.” Lucifer whispered to them, then turned back to Satan. “And if I’m remembering correctly, I used to read this to you. Do you really want to deprive poor L!MC of bedtime stories from me?”

“Pff... deprive...” Satan rolled his eyes and huffed. “I’d be saving them. You were the only one who never did any voices for the characters, I was bored to sleep.”

Satan walked forward and swiped the book from Lucifer. “If anyone’s reading L!MC a bedtime story, it should be me. I’m twice the storyteller you’ll ever be.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Ridiculous. We’ll both read L!MC a story and they can tell us who did best when they get back to normal.”

“Fine by me.”

The three (four if you count Bean) were soon seated on the couch in Lucifer’s room. Lucifer took the first story.

Satan listened along and absentmindedly pet Bean, hearing a story he had heard over and over again had managed to bring back memories of a time where he had significantly less control over his wrath. Every night he’d demand a bedtime story or he’d throw a tantrum unlike anything the Devildom had ever seen.

The eldest was always there to swoop in and read Satan a story whenever the little ball of seething rage looked ready to kill the unfortunate brother who told him it was bedtime.

It had gotten to the point that Satan could recite most of the stories in the book completely by heart. He chuckled under his breath as he remembered the time he matter of factly told Lucifer that he’d be reading him the bedtime story that night and proceeded to pretend to read the story of The Hydra and the Pufferfish. He hadn’t actually learned to read, much to Lucifer’s dismay, Satan just memorized what to say and when to turn the pages.

Though, it was apparently impressive enough at the time to warrant a head pat from Lucifer.

The fourth born leaned closer to Lucifer to get a better look at the book’s illustrations. They were always slightly off and strange looking, much like the pictures in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book that L!MC had given Satan for his birthday.

Lucifer abruptly stopped reading.

“Why’d you stop?” Satan looked up at Lucifer, then over at L!MC. Aw... Satan didn’t even get a chance to read...

“Our audience has fallen asleep.” Lucifer stifled a yawn and prepared to close the book, Satan quickly shoved his hand on the page to stop him.

“You started reading,” Satan looked away and grumbled. “So at least finish the story...”

Lucifer smirked and opened the book back up. “If you insist, Satan.”

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Yayyyyy! Babies! I’m sure the three get back to normal by Monday... hopefully...

Here’s a link to the song Levi and Mammon are singing!

I hope you all enjoyed! As of the time I’m posting this, the next set of Lessons 1-5 Headcanons will be out tomorrow at 8:30 pm EST.