#this is his second modelling gig

[lesbeansoups]

Emerged from my knitting hyperfocus at 1:30 am with this creation

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 01/10/2024 Max Verstappen- Voyerism

Plot: Max cannot help but take pictures or videos of you whenever you guys get heated! But what happens when he’s leaving you for a long time.

Warnings: Kinktober, Smut, pillow humping, VOYERISM, masturbation, watched unknowingly etc. 18+ Minors DNI

Max was obsessed with you.

Not in like a creepy stalker way, but in a more … you were his person kind of way.

Every time you came to a race, all he would do is follow you around. His team? Didn’t exist. Christian Horner? Who is that? Sergio Perez? Not sure who you mean.

His interviews were 90% staring at you and 10% listening and answering the interviewer. It actually got to the point, that even though it wasn’t affecting his driving Christian threatened to black-list you from all F1 races.

Max of course didn’t take this lightly.

Due to Max’s obsession with you, when you couldn’t attend race weekends he was sort of lost, just in this limbo area of his mind with nothing to do. Especially if you were doing a modelling gig and didn’t have much time throughout the day to answer him.

So he started to film you, in your more intimate moments to feel closer to you when you were away as the more you started to do, the bigger you were getting and the bigger you got the more you were booked in for.

But it didn’t stop there, once he got to a race weekend and became particularly frustrated he realised how much these videos helped him let off some steam when you weren’t there to help him.

Of course you knew about the videos. It was something fun for you and Max to do to liven up your sex life when you were together.

But then Max became obsessed with the idea of you not knowing when he was playing these videos just for himself. You were unassuming at a shoot, strutting your stuff and he was there tangled up in the sheets of a hotel room in Italy, using one hand to jerk himself off while the other held up his second video of the two of you of the night.

When he would come home, he’d start to watch you get undressed and shower from the crack in the bathroom door that he needed to get fixed but because he felt like he was never home he didn’t ever bother. He would make sure to tell you wrong times that he would get home, just at the off chance he might be able to catch you in a private moment to yourself, hearing those little noises you made and calling out his name as if you knew he was there.

Then came the bedroom camera. Max never told you about this camera, why would he … it was his apartment after all. That’s what he told himself when he was thinking of the idea.

It was one of those motion-activated ones, and he installed it just before a triple header, above the wardrobe in between two show boxes, and unless you were looking specifically for a camera you definitely wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Bye baby I’m going to miss you! Look I’ll try and make it out to your home race. But good luck for the first ones, I love you so so much” you smiled at him kissing all over his face.

“Mmmm I’ll miss you too, don’t know how I’ll last without my gorgeous girl” he sighs before leaving.

But that was a lie, he knew exactly how he would last without you. He knew that camera in the bedroom would make him feel as though he was at home with you. Even if he was just watching you sleep or get changed like he normally did when you both got ready with each other in the mornings.

He waited and waited, pulling his phone out every-time the custom haptic vibration he’d made for the app that linked the camera to his phone so he knew what it was buzzed..

Mostly it was just you doing house chores and bringing washing back to the bedroom to put it away in the closets or changing the bedsheets now that he’d be gone for three weeks so they’d be fresh for when he was back home. He missed you changing the first time because he was out with Lando, Oscar and Charles playing Paddle and his phone was in his gym bag.

He of course rewatched it but he just sort of found it sweet watching you do the same routine you did even when he wasn’t there, only missing out a few steps that normally involved him.

It wasn’t until the night before his first race that he was laying in his hotel room, exhausted from the day he’d had in qualifying and staying late to train on the sim against the teams orders that he saw you more intimately on the cameras.

You’d come into the room rather naturally actually. You had a large cup of water with ice and a straw which wasn’t uncommon for you before you went to bed. You then sat on top of the duvet covers with your back propped up with the pillows against the back board as you put something on the TV.

And you pretty much got through the whole film just watching it drinking your water slowly and eating the snacks you’d brought with you.

He saw you get a little fidgety towards the end but you never were one for sitting still for long periods of time. So he didn’t think anything off it and nearly clicked off for the night until you got your phone up.

He immediately saw the bite of your lip as you started scrolling.

He sat up more awake and alert than he had been the last hour of watching you on and off while you watched your film. He was curious about what was on your phone that was making you bite your lip.

However once he heard the audio come from your phone he was all too familiar with what you were watching. It was a video he’d taken during the last time you guys had had sex with one another. He knew immediately because of what he said at the start of the video.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me while I’m gone?” And when he heard himself say that, he could feel something in him stir.

It excited him, the thought that you were just as desperate and needy as he was.

He watched as one hand travelled down into your silk shorts as you spread you legs open giving you easier access. He watched as you hand grazed over you clit, he couldn’t see much right now with those shorts still on but the light airy moan that he heard through the cameras audio was enough to let him know what your fingers had just brushed against.

He couldn’t even really tell if you were just rubbing yourself through your panties or if you’d pulled them to the side and he wanted to know more. He wanted and needed to see more.

When you made that face, the one where something stated to feel really good that’s when he knew you’d dipped your fingers in a little further, only to test the waters. Your legs closed around your hand as he could hear those sweet noises still coming from you.

You attempted to prop the phone up against your knees but he could see your frustration as it kept sliding down at an angle you could view it.

Max was already hard as a rock from just watching you lightly touch yourself but when you spun round so that you were facing away from him, propping the phone up on the top of the headboard and placing a pillow underneath you he pulled himself right out of his pants.

He almost felt like a pervert but he convinced himself if he told you what he’d done or was doing you’d love the idea. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

His hand rubbed quickly up and down his length as he watched you hump a pillow, which was of course one of his usual ones. Your moans came through the camera way clearer than he had expected.

What caught him and nearly had him letting go of that growing feeling was when you moaned his name.

“Max, fuck please” you’d groaned and the camera had picked it up perfectly, his jaw dropped and his hand sped up seeing the stuttering of your hips into the pillow meaning you were also close.

He kept watching you completely obsessed with everything he was seeing.

“Come on baby, come for me” he called and as if you’d heard him you were shaking, moaning and gasping into the other pillows while your hips drove down into the pillow riding out your high.

Max came watching that wet spot grow on your panties from the angle your currently were at. He couldn’t believe that this was only the begging of the night. And when you turned round pulling your underwear off and you went into the special draw by your shared bed, he knew you’d both be in for a long long night.

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[wobuffetbreakfast]

obm headcanons cuz why not

tags: pure family fluff! sibling shenanigans

when lucifer first brought a car in the devildom , despite their ages , levi and mammon would fight each other on who sits next to the drivers seat when lucifer drives. the rest of em would just get tucked in the backseat . more often than not , belphie usually ends up sprawled across everyone and sleeps there .

if beel (imagine human age 7-8 yrs) ever comes up with a school assignment which was due tomorrow , you bet it was mammon rushing out to buy supplies and burning the midnight oil while beel just sits on the countertop while mammon furiously writes and draws . bonus beel eating oreos and feeding mammon some while he is knee deep in papers and crayons.

levi's day to day wear is one fashion crime away from asmo taking him to majolish and redoing his whole wardrobe

speaking of which , when levi first started anime and cosplaying asmo used to help him out with make up and stuff , this is probably the reason why asmo became so good at makeup .

speaking of fashion sense , asmo is the first on the chart , mammon the second cuz he does modeling gigs at times , and third is lucifer . it is due to these three's combined efforts that the house of lamentation manages to look presentable at most of the times.

asmo tried to convince satan to wear both the sleeves of his jacket but to no avail.

during beel's fangol matches , you can see all seven of them at the bleachers sporting all the jerseys with beels number on it , with tiny flags and face paints . lucifer won't admit it , but he cheers the loudest during every climax of the match.

after the matches , its a family routine for them to head to hells kitchen for an unorthodox dinner having cheeseburgers and milkshakes .

belphie lost his aux cord privileges at the car due to his playlist solely being emo kid music and the devildom equivalent of mcr .

one time , diavolo convinced mammon to sneak him out of the castle for a night out because he wanted to see might life at devildom instead of being stuck back there . they were found later at 6 am at a motel , hungover due to cinnamon rolls , empty pizza cartons and cans of soda . it was barbatos and lucifer who found them and thankfully the issue didn't get much publicity . diavolo and mammon have become more sneakier in getting out , the duo that you didn't expect but now you have seen it , it can't be ignored .

levi has an online friend who likes sebastian from black butler a lot , both of them are practically best friends . but levi doesn't know his online bestie is barbatos who secretly manages a pinterest , tumblr and ao3 account in his free time . pinterest is where he gets his crochet ideas.

one time luke fell asleep at one of diavolo's formal galas , and it was beel who carried him like a baby back to purgatory hall .its said that luke unknowingly snuggled up to beel but he denies it .

when lucifer was an angel , simeon and him were really close . simeon notes the fact that when lucifer was first introduced to his baby brother mammon , he cried a bit at the thought of him growing up .

sometimes when belphie can't sleep , he goes to levi's room as most of the time , levi is busy playing with his console and belphie just ends up sleeping in his bathtub .

satan used to love it when mammon used to read him bedtime stories when he was younger . him and asmo used to share a bed and it was their favorite part of their bedtime routine .

[jungwnies]

wrong time, right person - carlos sainz (1/4)

୨ৎ : pairing : carlos sainz x fem!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : years after a bitter breakup, you and carlos sainz reunite unexpectedly. old wounds resurface, but so does undeniable love. will history repeat itself?

୨ৎ : genre : romance, angst, humor, drama ୨ৎ : tws : mild language, arguing, friendships ending, bantering, suggestive humor, mentions of alcohol consumption. ୨ৎ : wc : 952

part one | part two | part three | part four

Spain was never supposed to feel like home.

You were just an exchange student, a stranger in a country where the language tripped you up, where conversations flowed around you like a current you couldn’t quite swim in. The other students were nice, polite even, but distant. They smiled, but no one really saw you.

Except for him.

Carlos Sainz wasn’t just friendly; he was relentless. He talked to you like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he had made it his personal mission to make you feel at home. The first time he sat next to you at lunch, he didn’t ask the usual "Where are you from?" or "How do you like Spain?" Instead, he stole a fry from your plate and smirked.

“You always eat this little?”

It took you a second to process what he said, your brain scrambling for the right words. When you did, you narrowed your eyes and stole a fry right back.

“Mind your business.”

He laughed, loud, unapologetic. And just like that, best friends.

He made Spain feel like home. He dragged you to local karting tracks, shoved a helmet on your head, and laughed until he was breathless as you struggled to drive at half his speed. You sat on the asphalt after his races, drinking cheap sodas and listening to him talk about his dreams; Formula 1, podiums, championships. You still remember the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his father, the legendary Carlos Sainz Sr., how he wanted to make him proud.

“You think I can do it?” he asked once, voice quieter than usual.

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder. “I think you’re already doing it.”

And you were right.

He climbed the ranks, and you were right there beside him, just like he was there for you. Modeling started small, with local gigs, small shoots. but soon after, your face was showing up in magazines, whispered about in the industry. The first time you booked an international job, Carlos picked you up and spun you around like it was his victory too.

“You’re gonna be famous,” he said, grinning. “I’m gonna see your face on billboards, aren’t I?”

It was fun, easy, and natural, until it wasn’t.

The higher he climbed, the further away he felt. The more you succeeded, the less you seemed to talk. At first, it didn’t feel like a big deal. You still sent texts, still FaceTimed when you could. But slowly, the missed calls turned into silence, and suddenly, you were watching each other’s successes through headlines instead of in person.

Then, he made it to Formula 1.

And you? You were stepping into high-fashion modeling.

The night it all fell apart wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Just another call that went unanswered. Just another missed "good luck" before a race. But this time, Carlos called back, and he called back angry.

“You don’t even care anymore.” His voice was sharp, cutting straight through your exhaustion.

You blinked, phone pressed to your ear, the weight of his words settling deep into your chest. “What?”

“You heard me,” he snapped. “You missed my race. Again.”

Your stomach twisted. “Carlos, I had a show. You knew that.”

“Right, right,” he said bitterly. “Another shoot, another runway, another excuse. Siempre tienes una razón, ¿verdad?” (You always have a reason, right?)

Heat flared in your cheeks. “Excuse me? Don’t you dare act like you’re the only one with a career! I support you, Carlos, but I have my own dreams too.”

He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind that made your heart feel light, it was sharp, hollow, cold. “Support? ¿Eso es lo que llamas esto?” (Is that what you call this?) “Because it feels a lot like you just don’t give a damn anymore.”

Anger burned hot in your chest. “That’s not fair.”

“No?” His voice dropped, quieter, but somehow even more dangerous. “Entonces dime, when was the last time you actually showed up for me? When was the last time you watched me race, not through a screen, but actually there?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Because the answer was obvious. And it wasn’t one you wanted to say out loud.

Carlos exhaled sharply, like he had been hoping, hell, borderline begging, for you to fight him on it. But you couldn’t.

He scoffed. “Eso pensé.” (That’s what I thought.)

Tears burned behind your eyes. “This isn’t fair, Carlos. You’re always traveling, I’m always traveling! What the hell do you expect me to do?”

“I expected you to care.” His voice cracked. Just slightly. But it was enough to break you.

Your breath hitched. “You think I don’t?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and that hurt worse than anything else.

Because Carlos always knew. He always understood you, always read between the lines, always saw you even when you felt invisible to everyone else. But now? Now he wasn’t even sure.

The silence stretched between you like an open wound.

And then he said it.

“Quizás sea más fácil así.” (Maybe it’s just easier this way.)

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “What?”

His voice was flat, emotionless. Like he had already given up. “Maybe we’ve just been holding on to something that doesn’t exist anymore.”

You felt something inside you shatter.

Carlos had been your best friend. Your person. Your safe place. But now he was just...just nothing.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your voice was quiet, raw, aching. “I have an early flight.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Por supuesto que sí.” (Of course you do.)

Neither of you apologized.

Neither of you fought for it.

Neither of you said goodbye.

Carlos left for another race. You left for another shoot.

Neither of you looked back.

Until you were given no choice...

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[mattsangel]

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 (𝒏𝒐𝒕) 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 | 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉… you slowly start avoiding being home and your boyfriend notices, resulting in an argument.

ballerina!reader x undergroundfighter!matt, angst, crying, cursing, fighting, mention of violence, lowkey toxic matt

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“when are you coming home?” , “are you back yet?” , “it’s getting late, where are you?” , the three questions that you heard the most coming from matt. you didn’t know if he was asking them out of genuine concern or just to be the controlling boyfriend he had become, although you tend to think it was the second option. he wasn’t like this when you met him, when you fell in love with him. but the once loving and thoughtful boyfriend that he was had vanished some months ago.

youtube wasn’t paying nearly as much as it used to for matt and his triplet brothers, their prime time was long gone and their audience had moved on to the next big thing, leaving them with no choice but finding a side hustle to get by. while chris and nick had found some decently normal jobs, chris working for a music production company while nick found a photography gig, matt had had a harder time finding a job. nothing seemed fitting enough for him, going from modeling to graphic designing for video games he couldn’t seem to find the right fit for him.

you supported him through the whole process, using your free time between college and rehearsals to help him look at thousands of job offers online. your earnings as a dancer and matt’s savings couldn’t support you guys forever, and you both knew that. it wasn’t long before matt got frustrated and abandoned his quest for work, choosing to go for something a little more easy. and illegal.

on a random friday night a few months ago matt had come home late, with busted knuckles and a slight cut on the top of his lip. he kept insisting that he was fine, to stop asking questions, until he snapped at you to leave him alone and stop being pushy about it. the next day, the two of you got into an argument, then matt finally admitted to have turned to underground fighting at a nearby private club.

you tried your best to reason with him, telling him he didn’t have to put his life on the line to keep you guys afloat with money, that you could manage to get more opportunities for bigger ballet productions and get a better earning or that he could simply find a safer job. he didn’t want to hear any of it though, his decision was final and you couldn’t do anything to change his mind.

at first, matt just seemed exhausted and in pain every time he’d come home. you did your best to try and support him, taking care of him when he got home and doing everything in the house to ease his mind. the more time passed, the more matt came home with an attitude, cursing at you and getting mad at the slightest thing being off, on top of that he had started drinking. his constant yelling and controlling behavior is what drove a ledge between you two, and it wasn’t long until you couldn’t take it anymore.

late night dance practices became an almost daily thing. you did not want to be home. from the moment your classes ended, until late at night you’d be at the dance studio. the older, cold lady that had been teaching you ballet for the better part of your life took a notice in how often you’d stay late, in an empty studio either dancing, rehearsing or doing your homework, pointes, sewing kit and textbooks splattered everywhere across the floor. one night she finally decided to ask you about it, and after explaining to her that things at home haven’t been easy, she took it upon herself to always reserve an empty studio for you to hang out in for as long as you needed. that place easily became your new safe place, and you were barely ever home anymore. 

it took matt a lot longer than you wished it would to realize that you weren’t ever really around anymore. it was almost always past ten pm when you’d walk in, careful to not make much noise and tiptoeing to your guys' shared room. you’d put your things down and take a shower, heading straight to bed and avoiding any attempt at small talk that matt would make, knowing it almost always ended with him getting pissed. he was rarely mad at you, but whatever it was that ticked him off, he’d take it out on you. the nights that you were home before him, you’d already be fast asleep when he walked through the door.

for the first few months, he did believe your countless excuses; that you just got more busy on a production, that you stayed at the library late to study for exams, that your instructor made you stay at the studio longer, but the more time passed, the less he believed you.

it was monday night and for the first time in what felt like forever, matt was seated at the kitchen table with two plates of food when you walked in. it took you a minute to process, but when you did look up at his face a sudden gasp left your mouth. his white tee was covered in platters of blood and dirt, his lip was bleeding and a black eye was starting to form on his left eye. he looked worse than you’d ever seen him.

you took a step toward the table, walking slowly not daring to look him in the eye.

matt cleared his throat, “you never answered my text.”

you finally look up, almost shocked that he spoke this softly to you. “sorry, they had me stay a bit longer at the studio”, the lie rolled off your tongue easily.

he nodded slowly, “right”, he paused for a second, “they have you doing this a lot lately.”

you wondered where he was going with this, but chose to answer short, not wanting this conversation to go where all the others before went, “i got a role in a pretty big production, i have to put in a little more work to keep it”. that wasn’t a total lie, you did score a leading role in the swan lake production taking place at the local studio next spring and there was a lot of work to put in.

“you didn’t tell me that”, matt said, “i don’t know why i’m surprised, you never tell me anything anymore”.

a frown takes over your face, “that’s not-”

matt suddenly interrupts you, “it is true. don’t play dumb”, you can tell he’s getting agitated, “you’ve been avoiding being home, or anywhere near me like the plague, y/n.”

you shake your head, not really knowing how to answer because you know that he’s right. you’ve been doing everything in your power to avoid him, not because you don’t love him, but because you don’t love who he’s become. the short-tempered, always angry at everything matt that sat in front of you was not the same matt that you knew and loved. he felt like a stranger.

you chose to sit down in the chair opposite of him, not sure how to approach the conversation that you knew was necessary to have, “i don’t want to argue, matt.”

he huffs, shaking his head lightly, “i just want to know why you’re never home. we haven’t spent time together in months, hell i can’t even remember the last time we fucked, not that it matters.”

you swallow hard. “you’ve changed matt, and i don’t want to blame it all on you but i can’t recognize you anymore,” you let out a shaky breath, tucking some hair behind your ear, “you’re always getting mad, raising your voice at me for no reason. you know i can’t handle the yelling.”

matt looks down at his lap for a split second, “i know i’ve been loosing my temper lately, but this can’t be the only reason why you spend all of your time away,” his blue eyes fixates on you, “is there someone else?”

the gasp that leaves your mouth is loud. you can’t believe that he’d think you’d have met someone else. 

“no, god no. there is no one else, i promise matt,” you look up at him, “i can’t bear the constant being mad and fighting. every time i come home, you’re moody and hurt, i can’t handle that.”

you feel the tears start to gather in your eyes, and try to blink them away but there’s no use. you feel your face getting hot and your hands are sweating, this conversation might’ve been needed but it doesn’t mean you’re enjoying it.

“being hurt is part of my job, y/n. i can’t prevent it from happening and i can’t stop fighting,” matt says, his voice raising slightly, “the money is good and i’m doing this for us, you have to understand that.”

this has you getting up from your chair, “don’t put this on us matt. you had a choice, you could’ve worked a normal job, but you chose to put yourself in this position,” you pause, taking a deep breath, “and i don’t care if you make millions, no amount of money is worth your life.”

“i don’t know in what kind of fairytale you think we’re in, but believe it or not, we need money to keep having a roof over our heads and food on the table.” matt is still sitting, in an almost nonchalant matter.

this sets you off, because if there is one person here that is painfully aware of this, its you. within  seconds you're out of the kitchen, speed walking towards your guy’s shared bedroom. in a hurry, you grab your baby pink duffel bag from the closet and throw it on the bed. your grabbing whatever clothes you have in sight, as well as your cosmetics bag and your charger. by the time you’re going over to the bathroom to grab more stuff, matt waltzes in.

“what are you even doing with that?” he says looking around at the mess you’re making, grabbing and shoving everything you can fit in your bag.

you spin to face him, your hair whipping him in the chest, “i can’t do this anymore,’ you say brokenly, “i can’t keep watching you get hurt and taking it out on me anymore.”

his face soften slightly, “angel, come on don’t do this,” he reaches towards you but you step back, not feeling strong enough to have him close. “where are you even planning to go, uh?”

tears of rage starts going down your cheeks rapidly, your hands are slightly shaking because he does have a point, you have nowhere to go. your family lives hours away and you wouldn’t know who else to turn to. and he knows it.

“i’ll figure it out.” you let out harshly, pushing past him towards the bathroom.

matt follows in tow, almost desperate to have you stay, “you can’t leave, y/n.”

you keep grabbing things from the vanity, not daring to look at him knowing it’ll make you even more emotional, “why, uh? i can’t keep living like this, i feel like a disturbance in my own house,” you keep going, “everything i say ticks you off, you’re always raising your voice and belittling me.”

at that, he stays silent. “you’re never affectionate with me anymore. you don’t pay attention to me, we don’t even act like a couple anymore.” you wipe your cheeks, “you’re always in pain, i know it’s uncomfortable but you don’t even let me help. you just tell me to leave you alone. it’s killing me, matt.”

“is this really how i make you feel?” matt whispers quietly.

you finally turn to look at him not expecting to see his glassy eyes and a pained expression forming across his face, as if he’s been stabbed in the chest. he’s holding his breath waiting for your answer, already knowing it.

“yes,” you say in a small voice, leaning against the marble counter.

suddenly, matt turns around, muttering a barely audible sorry and leaves. seconds later you hear the front door close and his car speeding out of the driveway. sliding down the wall to the cold tiles of the bathroom, you let out a sob that you didn’t know you were holding. 

you stay there for what feels like hours, just sobbing with your face in your hands, still clad in your light pink leotard and a pair of grey joggers, sitting on the cold floor. after a while, exhaustion takes over and you slump over, falling asleep.

you feel yourself getting lifted up, causing you to stir and rub your eyes. “matt?” you ask, visibly confused.

“shh, go back to sleep,” matt says, dropping a kiss on your forehead and setting you on the clean bed and putting the covers over you.

you sit up, “where did you go?” you take a good look at him, he’s definitely not wearing the blood splattered shirt from earlier and his face is cleaned up, making him look a bit less disheveled.

matt sits on the edge of the bed, taking your duffel bag from earlier and putting it on the floor, “i went to see nick and chris. i needed their advice.”

this peaks your interest, “advice on what?”

“on how to make you stay.” he’s looking at you with so much purpose, “i’ll put in the effort, i’ll go back to therapy and learn how to deal with my emotions, but you can’t leave me.”

suddenly it hits you. you see a glimpse of the matt you’ve been missing. the matt you fell in love with.

without leaving you any time to speak, he continues, “i’ve been the worst boyfriend ever lately, but i promise, i’ll keep myself in check and i’ll fix this. just please, give me the chance to do it.”

he hesitantly put his tattooed hand on your thigh, and for the first time in months, you feel relaxed because you know that he meant every word he just said.

“you can’t let it get this bad again matt,” you cover his hand with yours, “love is not easy, we both know it, but you have to let me be there for you.”

he nods fast, “i know. i was just in so much pain, and it made me feel weak because i see you suffer every day, dancing until your feet are bleeding and your ankles ache and you never complain.”

“you can’t compare yourself to me, baby,” you lift yourself on your knees, passing a hand through his dark hair, “and you can’t keep me from taking care of you. that’s what i’m here for.”

he puts a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it tenderly before speaking up, “i’m so sorry for treating you like this my love. i hate myself for making you feel this awful.”

you lean in, pressing a sweet kiss to his plump lips and leaning back to look into his eyes, “i know you matt. i know this wasn’t intentional.”

“i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” he tugs you onto his lap, hugging you to his chest and letting out a breath of relief.

the two of you stay like this for a while, bathing in each other’s embrace until matt speaks up again, “congrats on that big production, baby.”

a huge smile takes over your face, “you won’t even believe what it is.”

his eyebrows shoot up, “what is it?”

your eyes are sparkling as you tell him that you’ll be performing as the lead in swan lake for all of next spring.

“no way,” he shakes his head, smiling at you like a fool, “this is huge, you’re a star.”

you tackle him onto the bed, smiling and being so happy to have your matt back.

© mattsangel

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆; this lowkey sucks, i’m just getting back into writing fics as i was previously writing on wattpad! i really hope you guys like this one, let me know if we want more of ballerina!reader, i love writing her as i am myself a ballet dancer and it feeds my delusions lol. don’t forget to leave some suggestions for either blurbs, headcanons or oneshots in my asks! love you all x

[bower-quinn]

Grease and Glances

You're Steve Harrington’s little sister—and secretly crushing on Eddie Munson for weeks. But a broken bike brings you closer. Closer than you ever imagined. From strangers to friends to lovers. fluffy, description of sex, 18+, smut Watch out! There are severeal chapters.

<- Chapter One <- Chapter Two

Chapter Three

You take Steve’s advice to heart, and in the days that slowly turn into weeks, you spend a lot of time with Eddie. You keep picking him up, driving him home. At school, you sit together at lunch, you spend your breaks with him. He even invites you to a concert with his band. Even though “concert” is a bit of an overstatement for a gig in a smoky dive bar. But you enjoy it. You cheer, you dance, and it gives you an excuse not to take your eyes off Eddie for a single second. And when he hugs you afterward, sweaty and overjoyed, you feel like another piece of his armor has cracked and fallen away. Steve’s strange little speech has burned itself into your memory. I am the spoon, you remind yourself again and again. Especially when Eddie slaps you on the shoulder like you’re one of his buddies. But whenever it’s just the two of you — on a walk in the woods, at an old bridge, or by the lake — it’s different. Then a side of Eddie comes out that you’ve never seen before. Quiet and vulnerable. And sometimes you wonder if those outings are dates to him. But you’re too afraid to ask, so you just enjoy the hours he gives you.

One afternoon, Eddie seems oddly restless. He keeps running his fingers through his hair and avoids your gaze. It’s not until you’re sitting in your car that he finally speaks up.

“Um, my uncle,” he says, “he’s got the night off tonight and, well…” He takes a deep breath. “He wants to meet you.”

“Oh,” you say, suddenly nervous too. “Why?”

In your imagination, Eddie confesses his love. Tells you Wayne wants to meet his new girlfriend. But of course that’s nonsense. Instead, he says: “He wants to meet the girl who’s been selflessly driving me around for weeks. And I told him we’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

Did you see that right? Is Eddie actually blushing, or is it just the light in the car?

“No problem,” you say, trying to sound cool. “I usually do pretty well with adults.”

“He’s grumpy,” Eddie mutters, fastening his seatbelt. “Not really a people person.”

“We’ll see about that,” you giggle and pull out of the school lot.

When you pull up in front of Eddie and Wayne’s trailer, Wayne is already standing outside. Arms crossed, face tense.

“Hey Wayne,” Eddie says as he climbs out. “This is—”

“This is the young lady who’s making your life easier,” Wayne interrupts his nephew and reaches for your hand. His handshake is warm and firm. His hands are as rough as his voice. He smells of Old Spice and cigarettes — somehow like an older version of Eddie.

“Nice car,” he says, giving it a once-over. “What model is it?”

“Uh,” you say, trying to recall Steve’s voice in your head, explaining the car to you. “Chevrolet Bel Air Sedan, if I’m not mistaken.”

He nods, clearly impressed. “Good car. Very safe.”

“Yeah, I think so too! My brother was very adamant about that,” you add. Wayne’s face softens slightly.

“Steve, right?” You nod, and he continues: “Good basketball player.”

And just like that, it’s sealed — you can see it on Wayne’s face. He likes you.

You shoot Eddie a triumphant look, and he rolls his eyes in mock exasperation. With one last glance at your car, Wayne scratches the back of his head and says, “You wanna come in? I made a casserole.”

“Wayne—” Eddie starts, but you nod eagerly.

“Sure!”

By now, you know Eddie well enough to notice how uncomfortable he is about you seeing the trailer from the inside. It’s small and cluttered, though you’d call it cozy. During dinner, Wayne talks about his job, shares childhood stories about Eddie. It feels like school — lively, full of laughter. You realize where Eddie gets his energy and his way of speaking from. Even if Eddie himself might not see it, he’s practically a mirror of Wayne.

After dinner, Eddie asks quietly, almost shyly, if you want to see his room. Of course you do.

His room is even messier — and it smells like smoke. “My pride and joy,” he says as you admire his guitar. Then your eyes fall on his bed. It’s unmade, the blanket tangled and crumpled. And before you can stop yourself, images flood your mind. Images of things you and Eddie could do in that bed. His skin on yours, his scent surrounding you. His breath in your ear, whispered words.

You’re vaguely aware of how strange you must look, silently staring at his bed. You don’t notice your breathing quicken — but Eddie does.

You flinch slightly when you feel fingertips brush your hip. The warmth of his touch seeps through your clothes and heats your skin. “I—” he begins, but his voice breaks. That finally snaps you out of your daze. Your eyes meet — just inches apart. His big brown eyes burn into yours. It feels like staring at the full moon: beautiful, but without the danger of burning up.

His other hand settles gently on your waist, pulling you closer. You can’t think about anything except how close he is. How softly his hands rest on your body. How kissable his lips look.

“Eddie,” you whisper. But a timid knock on the door makes you both jump apart.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Wayne says apologetically, and he actually looks embarrassed. “But your brother just called. He’s asking when you’ll be home.”

“Oh shit,” you exclaim, glancing at your watch. It’s just after eight. “Yeah, I gotta go!”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Eddie asks quietly, a little uncertain. Your heart is still pounding in your chest. Did Eddie Munson just almost kiss you? Your head feels light and dizzy.

“Of course,” you reply quickly and give him a hug goodbye — it’s all you dare with Wayne still there.

They both walk you outside and wave as you drive off.

Once you’re gone, Wayne turns to Eddie. “We’ve got a problem,” he says.

“We do?”

“Yeah. I fixed your bike.”

Eddie looks at his uncle, confused — apparently it’s not just your head that’s in a haze.

“If I’d been smart, I’d have taken more time,” Wayne adds slowly. “Now she doesn’t have a reason to drive you anymore.”

And then it hits him. “Oh,” Eddie says, and sadness tugs at his heart. “Looks like it.”

"At least no more excuse to hide behind," Wayne mutters as he heads back into the trailer, shaking his head in amusement.

He stays outside for a long time, staring into the distance.

Chapter Four ->

₊ ˚ ✩ ｡˚ ˚☽ @walleloveseve

@jeangeniex

[kokii-omii]

Can we get your ocs relationship with their parents? We saw Viri's and now I'm curious for the rest too (especially because how a character's relationship is with their parents can make them rlly well written) (this isn't criticism at ALL if anything writing advice)

(i will ramble because i got 10 twst ocs and i yap a lot so get ready)

We've already seen a bit of the Nikos family and their dynamic but I'm still gonna talk about them for a bit,

Pan and his family are really close, very loving very supportive, and Pan's the oldest son meaning they paid attention to him a lot and cuz he's also the heir to the family business

when he first got to NRC Pan kinda got into a depressive episode (cuz yk he's in NRC and not RSA) and wouldn't accept any of his mom's calls nor went home for winter break for his 1st and second year

he got scolded for never sending messages but overall he loves his parents and his parents love him.

Peyn has a loving family, he's just like that-

his mother(human) is an archeologist and his father(fae) is a librarian, he's also really close with his grandma, they visit her in briar valley in winter break

he has an older sister as well but she's rarely home due to her modeling gig, his family is very busy (him included) but they still find time for each other whenever they need it

he spends the most time with his grandma tho, not cuz of anything- he just really likes spending time with her, she's a seamstress and often makes him the outfits he asks for (even though she doesn't fully understand his punk aesthetic, but that's okay she still loves him)

Peyn has a great relationship with his family

Maddex has a big family, he's the 2nd oldest of 7 siblings, his parents and grandparents live together and run their Boutique, its hectic in his house , could even say it drives you mad

his parents are very cheerful people, his grandparents as well, he talks the most with his grandpa who's like 85 years old and is still making hats (you go pop pop)

it's definitely hard for his parents to give their full attention to 7 kids and run a boutique at the same time but they're trying, Maddie and his grandparents with his older brother are the ones taking care of his 5 younger siblings

Maddie's relationship with his parents isn't terrible its just a bit all over the place with their priorities but that's just the life he's used to

Leo just has his momma, he's an only child, she lets him do whatever he wants, but always tells him to respect women otherwise she'd eat him if he doesn't, he may be bigger than his momma but he's not taking any chances

overall his momma loves him a lot and he does the same

The Manta twins Parents are very- Adams family is the best way to put it, the family is very loving but also very freaky

the twins were problem children, thats just how they are- Reese is his papa's boy while Alfred is a Mama's boy, they're very doting parents and encourage their hobbies even if they're extremely freaky ones like stalking

but the twins have a great relationship with their parents

Krohn was raised by his Papa for the most part, a very macho very masculine man, his mama was sick when he was a kid, they loved cooking and baking together but she sadly passed away,

he still bakes and cooks and his father sometimes reprimands him for doing that cuz he thinks its not very "man" of him to do something like baking, and makes krohn work out with so he can be more "manly"

Krohn has a rocky relationship with his dad

Ezmond's family is definitely messy, his parents are nowhere to be seen but instead his grandfather was the one to raise him, his grandpa taught him everything he knows about magic and potion making

and is the advisor to the current king of the kingdom they reside in, his grandpa is very old but still loving to Ezmond

Ezmond only cares about his grandpa and doesn't wanna hear anything related to his parents because why should he care about people who aren't worth his time

Lucien has a terrible relationship with his family, his brother is the one with the family curse which makes him produce more blot than the average person and risk overblotting,

and that means his parents had to pay very close attention to his brother instead of him since childhood

and its been that way for a hundred ish years, his parents are indeed loving, they just think he can handle Lucien being by himself for a while because as the oldest they think he's strong enough to take care of himself

it just got worse when his brother nearly overblotted and attacked their father due to the curse and Lucien provoked his brother which caused it to flare up

it doesn't help that for most of his childhood he's by Malleus's side which just solidifies his parents notion that he can take care of himself if he's able to take care of the prince

his parents try their hardest to take care of Edwin that they forget Lucien still needs love as well

Lucien loves his parents, he just wishes they'd give him love as much as they give love to his brother

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

The first 'I love you'

I've been writing so much angst recently that it's beginning to depress me sooo I decided to lift myself out of my melancholy by writing some fluff <3 I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: the brothers say "I love you" to MC for the first time.

You can read more of my work here: Masterlist

Contains: Fluff

GN!MC x each of the brothers

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Lucifer

Today was an especially long day for the first-born. It seemed like his responsibilities were endless. The demon had to go through piles of paperwork with a due date by tomorrow and make sure to send them to Diavolo along with dealing with his unruly brothers once more. By the end of the day Lucifer was completely spent. He sat himself in the cozy armchair of his study, gazing out the window when suddenly a thought of you flopped into his mind. He smiled to himself before picking up the phone to send you a quick message with the hopes of you accepting to come keep him company. And exactly as the demon had thought you accepted and showed up at the door of his study minutes after your response.

Now you and the first born were sitting together on the couch before the fireplace, watching the wood dissolve into ashes as well as the roar of the flames. You were listening to the soft crackle of the wood as it burned into the silence, which both you and him seemed to enjoy. Overall it was a peaceful evening. Over time you felt Lucifer's gaze land on you. You looked over at him just to see the softness of his expression. It was the first time you saw him gaze at you with such softness. He smiled gently at you before returning his gaze to the fire.

-For as long as I've lived I don't remember feeling as much at peace as I do now. –The demon mumbled and you smiled at his statement.

-You should know that... You're the reason I feel this way, MC. –Along with his words you felt Lucifer's hand land on top of yours. He held it gently, caressing the back of it with his thumb from time to time.

-What do you mean? –You question in a soft voice, waiting patiently for the demon's response. He took a deep breath and moved his gaze to you once again.

-I believe they call this feeling "love" from what I'm aware of. And I'm pretty sure that's what I'm feeling right now. I love you, MC... –Silence followed as the words sank into your mind. It was the first time he said those three words. You felt your cheeks heat up and a soft smile found its way onto your expression.

-Truly and deeply. –Lucifer whispered with a soft sigh, finishing off his last statement. His thumb caressed the back of your hand once again and soon enough you gained the courage to speak.

-Lucifer, I... I feel the same way.. I love you. –Upon hearing your words the demon pulled you flush against himself, into his embrace. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. His lips lingered there for a moment before pulling away. But instead of letting you go he just proceeded to hold you close for the rest of the evening.

Mammon

Recently you noticed that the second-born was restless. He'd always run here and there, causing trouble or going to modeling gigs to earn some cash. He often had to endure Lucifer's punishments since he'd either skip class or sleep through it... Or.. he'd get a bad grade which wasn't something that rarely happened. One night just as you wer about to go to bed Mammon rushed into your room and grabbed your arm, pulling you away with him without saying a thing. You followed behind him since you had no other choice even if what you truly wanted was to lay in bed and fall into a peaceful slumber. Since you were only wearing your pyjamas you hoped that the demon wouldn't lead you somewhere out in public. But instead of that he led you to the attic. He pulled a ladder that led to the roof that both of you climbed.

Now you were sitting on the roof of The House of Lamentation, staring off into space along with Mammon. He sat there silently without saying a word, just staring into the night. Suddenly he moved closer towards you and put an arm around your shoulder. The movement came as a surprise to you but it was warmly welcomed. His body heat was radiating to you, keeping you warm.

-I saw ya shiverin' so I decided to do ya a favour and keep ya warm. Don't think much of it. –The demon mumbled and looked away from you, as if he was counting the stars, shining on the surface of the night sky. You chuckled to his words and shook your head. He'd always come up with an excuse to get close to you and you were pretty sure that was one of those moments.

-After all I wouldn't want my human to freeze eh? –He spoke and moved his gaze back to you as you rolled your eyes.

-Yeah. I wouldn't want that. –You murmur and snuggle closer to the demon. You saw his cheeks flush red and he quickly turned his face back towards the sky.

-Y'know.. you're the only person I truly wanna keep safe... –Mammon began speaking but stopped himself midway through. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before continuing.

-MC, what I'm tryin' to say is that I.. that I love ya! Keep that in mind... –He speaks and you hear a soft gulp coming from him. Though that didn't stop you from getting flustered. After all Mammon had never actually said those exact words before. Of course he'd always hint to it but he never actually said it until now. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug.

-I love you too, Mams –You whisper and nuzzle your head into his shoulder. The demon chuckled smuggly and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

-'course you do. After all I'm The Great Mammon! All people love me.. –There was a fleeting pause before he continued.

-But hey.. don't go forgettin' what I said! There will be consequences if ya do! –He spoke and squeezed you tightly. You spend a few more minutes up on the roof before heading back to a warmer place.

Leviathan

A few days ago the third-born got a new game and he was really excited about it. From what he told you it was a dating simulator game with a catch at the end but neither did you or Levi know what the catch was. So one day you decided to be the first ones to find out. Both of you sat together in his room, picking up the controllers and begining to play. Of course Levi set you as the heroine so he and a couple of in-game bots were competing, trying to get the intimacy score up. As expected Levi was the one who managed to get the highest score but that didn't matter now. It was the end of the game and both of you were on your toes, waiting for the so called 'catch' that the game was announced with. You wandered around in the open game world but nothing was happening. There weren't monsters at the end like the other game you, Levi, Mammon, Satan and Lucifer once played. There wasn't anything interesting. Just the usual cherry blossom tree with the bench underneath it where Levi confessed his in-game love to you. After a couple more minutes of wandering and search for some kind of secret there might be in the game the third-born sighed and left the controller aside. He rubbed his temple before speaking.

-Such scammers. It's rare to encounter a game whose description doesn't fit the gameplay. That's so lame. –He groaned and pulled out his phone to write a review of the game.

-I mean.. we did have fun, right? –You speak and leave your controller next to his.

-I guess so. If you count all of the cringe things I had to do to get that intimacy score up fun then yes. Otherwise the game is pretty much trash. Though the graphics were kinda nice. I'll give it that. –You chuckle to his statement and move closer to him in an attempt to see what he was typing as a review. You felt the demon tense up, which made you look towards him rather than the phone in his hands. His cheeks had taken a pink shade and he had stopped typing. He bit his lip before speaking.

-You know.. the time spent with you.. is... p-precious.. even if the game wasn't what we expected it to be. –He said and looked away in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

-Yeah! I love spending time with you, Levi! –You respond with a smile, clicking 'Post review' on his phone so he doesn't forget. Afterwards you look over at him and see that his ears had turned red which provoked a soft chuckle out of you.

-Yeah me to... Uhm.. actually MC.. eh.. I think I.. I l-love you... No.. actually I know I l-love you...

–Your eyes widen at his confession, your cheeks heating up. Though you quickly spake off the surprise and put on a smile.

-I love you too, Levi... –He stops at his tracks to your words and soon enough turns his head towards you with the pinkiest blush on his cheeks.

-R-really? –He asks and gulps but you nod with a wide smile on your face.

-Yes. Really. –After your statement you wrap your arms around the third-born in a warm hug. As the evening proceeds you and Levi watch an anime, cuddled up together in his bathtub of a bed.

Satan

Since it was exam season the fourth-born was lost in the words of the study books before him. He couldn't settle for anything but the best. And no. He wasn't a perfectionist. He just wanted to outsmart Lucifer. It was his ultimate goal. Though he never achieved it which made him restless. Second to Lucifer? No that couldn't do. And so there he was. Studying in an attempt to surpass his older brother.

One day he had invited you to accompany him to the library to study together and since you had nothing else better to do you accepted with a happy smile on your face. After all you wouldn't say no to spending time with one of your favourite demon brothers. And now there you were. Sitting together in the library, going over the topics of human corruption and seduction over and over again. Though the phrase "human seduction" echoed in Satan's mind and he couldn't get rid of it. He was lost in his thoughts. You had already seduced him and his brothers but the question was whether someone had managed to seduce you. And if someone had.. who was it? Satan could only hope it was him.

Soon enough a tap on the shoulder from you managed to pull him out of his thoughts.

-Satan? Are you okay? –You asked, looking over at the fourth-born with a concerned expression. He shook his head and put on a warm smile as he looked at you.

-Yeah. Everything is okay. I just zoned out for a moment. –He responded and moved his gaze down to the book that was sitting on the table before both of you.

-Okay no problem but could you explain to me this topic right here? I don't really understand it.. –You point at a paragraph in the textbook and he nods his head upon reading the paragraph himself.

-Sure.. hm.. but before I do, MC.. I want to thank you for coming with me today. It means a lot.. –The fourth-born mumbled before running a hand through his hair. You smiled and nodded.

-Of course, Satan. You know I enjoy coming with you to the library to read books together or just study like today. –You say and read over the paragraph you mentioned to Satan one more time.

-Actually, MC.. You've become more important to me than books.. –The demon speaks and puts his hand over yours, trying to get your attention. You turn your head towards him and look at him in confusion.

-I have?

-Yes, MC... –He says in response and looks down at the book in front of him

-Actually what I'm trying to say is that I love you, MC... I've known for a while now but I was trying to find the best fitting time to tell you.. –Satan spoke and looked back at you with a soft, sincere look in his eyes. Your eyes widened and your cheeks reddened at his words. It was the first time Satan said those words. The way they came out of his mouth made you want to hear him say it again, again and again. You swear it made you weak in the knees even if you were sitting on a chair at the moment. Soon enough the smile returned to your face and you turned to the fourth-born who had an anxious look in his face.

-I love you too, Satan.. –You speak and see his expression light up. He quickly pulled you in for a warm hug full of all the pent up love he's held for you. Then he pulled your chair closer, the warmth of his hand around yours grounded him. Finally, he was where he wanted to be—by your side, knowing that it was him who had won your heart. In that moment, nothing else mattered, not even the books before him.

Asmodeus

The fifth-born was feeling very pamperous today. From the moment you woke up Asmodeus was right there with you, showering you with compliments and affection. He took you out shopping for clothes and makeup. The demon of lust showed you each of the new items in the new collection Majolish had released with big enthusiasm. He even bought for you and himself a few matching pieces! Afterwards he took you to a pastry shop to take a few pictures together with some pretty cupcakes the fifth-born had had his eye on for a while.

By the end of the day you were spent. Asmo made sure to take you to every place he desired throughout the whole day. Now you were sitting together in his room, enjoying a glass of demonus and sharing a conversation with one another. It was peaceful. The floral scent of candles could be sensed throughout the room which almost made you feel drowsy. Asmodeus' voice was like a soothing lullaby, which helped you relax after the long day. Soon after the soothing sound of the demon's voice stopped and your eyes popped open. You looked towards him. He was gazing at you with eyes full of love and admiration. It was like he had seen an angel. Upon seeing you open your eyes Asmo smiled and sat closer to you on the bed.

-You are awake? I thought you had fallen asleep, sweetie.–He speaks in that same soft voice he used earlier. The same voice that could make you weak in the knees. And the same voice that was about to lure you into a peaceful slumber.

-I was about to, but you stopped talking. –You responded, putting on a fake pouty expression to which you earned a heartfelt chuckle from the fifth-born.

-Oh so my voice made you feel drowsy? What a compliment, MC! –Asmo smiles and gazes at your face without saying anything.

-You know... You looked really beautiful like that. Your eyes closed, your body relaxed, a soft smile to your face.. i haven't seen such.. angelic beauty since I fell from grace. –He spoke up once again with a gentle tone, looking into your eyes with a sincere expression.

-And as much as I love and appreciate beauty.. recently I've been feeling different. Not about beauty of course. It's not like me to be insecure.. but about you. –He stopped talking after the last sentence and looked down at his hands which were resting on his lap. He fidgets with his fingers, biting his lower lip in an attempt to find the right words he was looking for. You shot him a questioning look before deciding to speak.

-What is that supposed to mean? –You say in a soft voice, looking over at the demon next to you.

-I love you, MC. And it's not the kind of love I have for beauty, or my fans or even random succubi. It's more deep and pure if you know what I mean. –He looks back upon finishing his sentence and your eyes widen. Of course he's said that he loved you before but this time it felt different. It felt real and genuine. Your heart fluttered to the thought and you felt your cheeks heat up. Asmo immediately noticed the colour of your face and let out a subtle chuckle.

-The colour of your cheeks is telling me that you feel the same. Is that right, hun? –He speaks gently and reaches to take your hand on his. His touch is soft and gentle without any unnecessary force. You smile and squeeze his hand.

-It's true. I love you too, Asmo. –You murmur and look over at the demon whose expression looked as bright as day. His smile was wide ans you could swear that his eyes were smiling as well. He pulled you in for a hug and placed a soft to your cheek, forging all of his pent up love into it.

Beelzebub

One evening the sixth-born invited you to dine out with him, to celebrate a recent accomplishment at RAD. The demon's smile shined bright when you agreed. It was always so pure and innocent which made him easy to love. After getting ready you walked towards the entrance where you saw Beel waiting for you. He smiled upon seeing you and offered you a warm greeting. Both of you walked to Hell's kitchen since Beel mentioned that he's been craving hell burgers ever since he woke up that day and couldn't wait any longer to have it. Not to mention that you heard his stomach growl a few times on your way to the restaurant.

Soon enough both of you were sitting on a table at Hell's kitchen, with a bunch of food surrounding you. The amount of it could make you gag just by stealing a glance but the sixth-born didn't seem to mind. Without wasting another second he began devouring the food in front of him while you began eating what was on your own plate. After a while you picked up your glass and took a sip of the demonus, offered by the waitress. Its sweet yet bitter taste flooded your mouth, making it easier to swallow the dry food. Beel on the other hand didn't seem to have problems with finishing his food in just a few minutes without even touching his own demonus though he didn't leave it. Soon after finishing the food he made sure the glass of the alcoholic drink was also empty. After a while you.felt his gaze fall on you. He wasn't staring deep into your soul or anything like that. He was just mindlessly gazing at you as if he was admiring the way you fed yourself to the food before you. You lifted your gaze to meet his and he offered you an innocent smile which you returned before taking another sip of your demonus.

-How was the food? –You question, in an attempt to begin a conversation. The demon looks down at his empty plate and thinks for a few seconds before lifting his head.

-Honestly? I was too hungry to taste it.. I just swallowed it without thinking much.. –He spoke as he fidgeted with his fingers underneath the table. You chuckled at his words before shaking your head.

-You had so much food yet you didn't taste it? Ooohh Beel... –You roll your eyes before taking another bite. The demon didn't respond. Instead he continued looking at you with a thoughtful expression which you couldn't help but be curious about. What could he be possibly thinking around? Was he waiting for you to offer him your food? You might as well. But before you could Beelzebub spoke up.

-You know, MC. I think you've become as important to me as food is.. or even more of I dare to say.. –Your eyes widened softly before turning back to normal. You looked at him with a questioning expression and swallowing the food before speaking.

-More important than food? What do you mean? –You question and leave the fork onto the empty plate, gazing into the eyes of the sixth-born.

-What I mean is that I.. I love you, MC. –He said with a soft voice. You caught a glimpse of pink, color his cheeks before he looked away. You immediately reached and took his hand in yours before responding.

-Aww, Beel.. I love you too.. –You spoke as you caressed his knuckles. He lifted his head, eyes immediately locking onto yours.

-You do? –He asked and you nodded with a soft smile.

-I do. A lot. –He smiled upon your words and squeezed your hand, tight enough for you to feel his love through his grip.

Belphegor

After a long day at RAD the seventh-born had invited you to stargaze together in the attic. So when the night arrived you put on your pyjamas and hurried to the attic, only to see that Belphie was already there waiting for you. He was sitting on the bed with his sleeping attire on, barely keeping his eyes open. You chuckled to the sight and walked over to him. When you poked his cheek his eyes opened gently and he looked at you.

-Oh, MC. You're here.. –He said as he laid onto the soft mattress pulling you along with him. You chuckled and let yourself be pulled by the demon.

After a while both of you were snuggled warmly together, gazing at the stars through the window. The atmosphere was peaceful. There weren't any distractions. Only the faint glow of the stars and the sound of your and his breathings. Belphie gazed at the stars as if he was counting them. You settled your eyes on a few stars which looked beautiful from the angle you saw them and stared at them. Upon pointing them out to the demon he smiled and pulled you closer, telling you that two of those stars were his and Beel's. The moment was precious to both you and him.

After a while you felt the demon move his gaze to yours, gazing at you with soft and sleepy eyes. Next he snuggled closer to you, laying his head on your chest, exhaling contently as he did so.

-You've so comfortable, MC. I love cuddling and watching the stars with you. It's soothing.. –He said in a sleepy manner before closing his eyes, drifting off into a peaceful nap. You caressed his hair, fidgeting with the locks of it. Unexpectedly though the demon mumbled something which you could barely understand.

-I love you, MC... –He whispered and you looked down at his sleeping form in awe. It wasn't rare when the seventh-born would speak in his sleep so you weren't as surprised. What surprised you though were his words. "I love you". You've never heard him say those words to you. Sure, he'd always show you through acts of love or physical touch but words were different. You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up as you caressed your hand over his hair once again.

-I love you too, Belphie. –You whispered in response. You wondered whether to answer him since he would probably wake up to the sound of your voice but it felt essential so you did. Upon hearing your words the demon squeezed you tighter in his sleep which caused a wide smile to appear on your face. It was his way of showing you that he heard your response and how happy it made him feel.

[nab1wuzhere]

Magnetic

“You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I saw plenty.”

“In my eyes.”

“…Does it matter?”

~

summary:

Bakugo Katsuki, No. 3 Hero in the charts, massive amounts of tan girls, always invited to galas, events, and even award shows along side his peers, but he has never once gotten a dating scandal in his whole career. Has never even looked in a woman's direction. So you can be certain he won't change his actions when artist Y/N is invited to sing at a private Christmas Gala hosted for hero's to celebrate the season and a year well done of duties...right?

Singer, artist, model Y/N, has it all. Looks, wealth, awards, friends, family, and boyfriends.. her music revolves around her relationships and past relationships along with her mental health that she speaks about through her music. She gets asked to gigs almost every day but few are lucky to book her, when her team gets a request for the Christmas Hero Gala which is highly exclusive, she immediately agrees to entertaining the hero's, excited for the night she doesn't realize she caught a certain man's attention in the back of the crowd..

• slow burn - secret pining - romance - bold Y/N, shy Katsuki - vice versa - celebrity!y/n x aged up!katsuki

• following contains, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, alcohol, mental illness, heavy party scenes and probably more !

• 18+ only!! this is your warning

• the rest of the celebrities mentioned in this series i do not take credit for, and the songs mentioned all writing ownership belongs to them! i do not take credit except for this fan fiction!

!! just a friendly reminder this is all fake, simply my imagination placed into writing !!

Chapter one

intro

After Kirishima left Katsuki alone in his hotel, Katsuki much to his dismay went through a whole social media dive on Y/N. Research, is what he told himself when he scrolled through her Instagram. Photo dumps from her and her friends, including a few actors Katsuki was familiar with, a picture of her dog, Bell, a candid photo of her in the studio, headphones placed on her head.. 'She's pretty' he thought but quickly brushed it away.

Yeah, Katsuki was extremely private when it came to his love life, so what? Was that a crime? Not at all, he had a disgust for the media and he sure as hell didn't want strangers all up in his personal life, it's how he has always been even from his UA days.

All of a sudden his phone started blowing up from the group chat he had with his friends. Kirishima sent a video from some Hollywood website, headlined "Y/N seen getting off at an airport in Japan". the video showed Y/N in a baseball cap wearing all black and a few bodyguards surrounding her, screams were blasting from his phone, flashes bouncing off her as she walked keeping her head down.

"For fucks sake.." Katuski scowled at the video, where's the humanity in following someone around? God he hated paparazzi.

Buzz Buzz.

Shitty Hair - OH GOD! this was today! she's here in Japan!

Raccoon Eyes - EEEK! I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW, WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'LL WEAR?!?!

Bob Head - oh god! that's a lot of pap.. i hope she's okay :(

Nerd - Yeah.. I'm sure someone like her is used to it but, wouldn't that get a little draining?

He hated to admit it, but Deku was right, shit, having people scream your name everywhere you go has got to get tiring.

Shitty Hair - yeah, I'm sure it is tiring, but that's what you get in that industry, hell guys even we get that

Shitty Hair - …but seriously, I think she's gonna wear black

Pump Legs - She's definitely wearing red

Raccoon eyes - I SECOND THAT!!!!!

Shitty Hair - NO?!?

Shitty Hair - Katsuki! what do you think?

- i’m not participating.

Dunce Face - the obvious answer is green

Pump Legs - Wanna bet?

Shitty Hair - KATSUKIIIIIII

- white.

Shitty Hair - WHITE?!

Bob Head - waaaiiiittt cause i can see it..

Aaaand that was Katsuki's queue to exit the group chat, he scoffed to himself and was just about to go shower but curiosity got the best of him. He groaned before googling her name. Pictures and articles popped up of her when one of them caught his eye. "BREAKUP?! Y/N and Cole Malter’s 1 year relationship comes to a CLOSE" Katsuki's interest was peaked and he clicked on the link, scrolling down pictures of Y/N at red carpets were displayed, a tall guy with black hair and a cocky look in his eye was seen standing next to her. A very obvious grip on her waist. Katsuki narrowed his eyes and thought, ‘Who even is this guy?’ before realizing he was an actor on a popular sci-fi show Deku was once talking to Sero about during one of their movie nights. He could tell immediately this Cole guy was an asshole, just by the way his lips curved up into a smug grin and again that tight possessive grip on Y/N's waist. Katuski glanced over at Y/N trying to read her expression but was only met with a bright smile that creased the corner of her eyes a little.

Scrolling down on the article, according to a source Cole's very “open” drug addiction was one of the reasons for the split. A video was attached bellow showing Y/N and Cole late at night in LA by a crosswalk, Cole was clearly drunk out of his mind as he threw himself on her while laughing. Y/N's face was anything but happy. You see her shaking her head at him before turning him as she spoke, Cole throws his arms up in a defensive way, but Y/N keeps at it. She moves her hands in a expressive manner as Cole lights up a cigarette, seconds later he puffs smoke directly in her face..

Y/N stands there no longer speaking and turns back in front of her with a blank expression on her face, Cole laughing, no remorse shown. The video ends there.

Katsuki scrolls to the comments,

user62946: omfg it's so obvious he's high on TOP of being drunk.

y/nforpresident: what an ASS. I would've dumped him too.

maggieisabbi: when I see stuff like this I always think if people were dropped on their head as baby

reply/user72048: LOLLLLLL

kentuckyfriedchicken: didn't he just get out of rehab too??? how long has this been going on

deluluisthesolulu: I feel awful for her, my partner for 3 years was a druggie, by far most draining experience EVER. glad she got out when she did.

Kastuki shut his phone off after reading a couple more comments. A pang of sympathy rushed through him for her, he immediately clocked it and shook his head, he has no relation to her, tomorrow night will be the first and last time they ever crossed paths.

"Why do I even care?"

-

Y/N was awoken by a knock on her door, her manager, Crystal and long time best friend came through after announcing it was her. Y/N groaned dramatically when Crystal pulled the curtains open, the sun stinging her eyes immediately.

"CRYSTALLL."

"Wake up hun, we gotta get you ready for tonight."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, when her team got a request for her performance a month ago she was thrilled to say the least, she loved gala's and being able to have more domestic performances like she was just another girl with a voice.

"Uh?? Hello!! Yes!", was the first thing she said when Crystal pitched the idea to her.

Y/N was a big fan of the heroes and felt like her dreams were coming true when she realized she would meet some of her favorite ones! Not realizing they were just as excited to meet her.

After an hour of hair she was now sat down on a high chair, her makeup team working away their magic, she texted her mom letting her know how the preparations were going. A text came up from Cole, Y/N stared at it her stomach swarming with anxiety, she swiped the text away not even bothering to read what he had texted. With a deep breath she shut her phone off and focused on getting ready.

"Was that Cole?", Crystal asked with a hint of worry.

Y/N shook her head, "Doesn't matter, when I go back to LA I'll deal with him then.."

Cyrstal stayed silent, fiddling with her bracelet, "Just.. be careful? This isn't the first time he's come crawling back and-"

"I've got it handled Crys."

"-No I know it's just.." she sighed looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, "guard yourself, don't succumb back into what he wants."

Y/N extended a hand, holding Crystals hand with a small squeeze, "I won't."

Crystal smiled, “Good, now chop chop people we have to be out the door and on our way to the venue in less than thirty minutes!!”

Y/N smiled, Crystal completely back on manager duty, her mind went back to Cole, thinking about the last in person conversation they had.. Cole was almost on his knees asking her not to leave him, but she was too tired to continue on with him and his actions, she didn’t care about her image, if Cole needed her by his side during his recovery out of his addiction she would, and she was, but he just wasn’t meeting her halfway, and in the end the only person getting hurt was her.

“Hey babes?”, Kelly, her makeup artist spoke up, “I’m intrigued, who are you most excited to meet tonight?”

Y/N was pulled out of her daze and smiled brightly, “Now there’s a question I want to be asked! ..Hmm, honestly? I adore Red Riot, his quirk is so coool!! His whole friend group seems like such sweet people”

Crystal jumped in, “Oh yeah, i read somewhere they all went to the same hero school, UA or something”

Kelly nodded, “Yeah the top 3 hero’s are in that group as well… gonna be completely blunt, that Shoto hero…? Such a good looking guy”

Y/N snickered while Crystal laughed, “Oh my gosh let’s talk about it, that guy you mentioned Y/N, Red Riot? He could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d thank him”

“Haha-! What the hell Crystal?!”

Crystal and Kelly laughed along with some of the other staff working who overheard the girls conversation

After Kelly stopped laughing she asked, “What about you? Who do you find attractive from all the hero’s?”

Y/N shook her head, “No way in hell am i answering that-”

“Awww come onnnn!”

“No!”

“Please?!”

Y/N sighed, a small smile betraying her, “Uhm.. well Dynamight’s pretty cute-”

A squeal from the two girls pierced Y/N’s eardrums, “Oh my god shut up both of you! Aren’t we on a time crunch? I’m still with the same unblended concealer I had five minutes agooo!”

Crystal shook her head grinning before clapping her hands and ordering people around, Y/N smiled as a giggle escaped her and Kelly.

“Isn’t Dynamight the really loud and brash one? I heard he once cussed out a reporter on live television”

Y/N nodded, “Yeahh.. but that reporter did ask him a really stupid, out of the box question, so i think it’s completely valid”

“Yeah but doesn’t he like hate is fans or something? Anytime he’s at fan signs he always look so miserable”

Y/N pressed her lips, “You know he once saved two children from an apartment complex that was on fire and was about to crumble within seconds? He even helped an old lady at the grocery store cross the road because she was afraid to make cars stop for long just so she could go?” she paused for a moment, “Does he sometimes come off as loud? aggravated? mean? yeah, but so do we, that man has seen things and experienced things we couldn’t even imagine,” she ends with a shrug, “I’m just not convinced he’s truly like that”

-

Later into the evening Y/N was behind a secluded corner, preparing herself as she was about to go on stage and sing for the heroes she peaked out a curtain to see everyone gathered around, shes preformed in front of filled to the brim stadiums, always feeling confident beforehand and right about now she needed some of that confidence.

This was a more domestic appearance, they didn’t come here to see her, she came here to be the one to bring on a show for them and bring it well.

“You are 3 minutes till entrance Ms Y/N”, spoke out a tech staff that was helping for the night, she thanked them and noticed they were still lingering, “Is something the matter?”

“Oh! No- no i just- well, could i get a picture?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course!”

She finished up with the staff and began to take deep breaths to ease her stress

Suddenly microphone feedback rang in the air and a rough voice spoke out, it was All Might, one of the greatest hero’s about to make a speech.

“Ahem, hello everyone good evening, it’s good to see everyone here and thriving.” applause erupted, “As you know this year was filled with its challenges, hardships and struggles.. a lot of you have been placed in situations where some of us couldn’t handle. Some were forced to make difficult decisions, some of us easy ones.., but at the end of it we completed what we chose to do, and that was make the world a safer place.” applause filled the room a second time, “Now, it is time to relax, celebrate the holiday season, enjoy friends and old faces we haven’t seen in a while and most of all, pat one another on the back for yet another great year of hero work!!” some heroes let out whistles and cheers

“Now i won’t bore you any longer and skip to the part i know we all.. have been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Please give a loud and warm welcome to the woman who is by far the voice of this generation.. Ms Y/N!!”

Y/N’s heart felt like it got squeezed at the lovely compliment given to her, All Might stepped off the stage and the lights going completely off, a few gasps let out, she walked out onto the stage, careful not to trip, standing in front of the mic stand, her iconic jeweled microphone in her hand.

Flash

The lights came back on in an instant revealing Y/N standing in a beautiful while shimmer dress, her curled hair draping down her back, her cheeks rosy, her eye shadow glittering from the lights, a smile peaking out from her glossy lips.

“Heroes how we doing tonight!?”

Applause was not hesitated the minute she spoke. As the music began to play, a familiar christmas chime filling everyone’s ears, Y/N looked around the crowd seeing everyone’s faces and smiling before her eyes locked on dark red ruby ones, the eyes no doubt belonged to him.. Katsuki Bakugo.

authors note:

never in my whole time of being here on tumblr would i ever think i would have the guts to publish something, and when i finally do it received a lot of love and attention! (at least in my eyes)

seriously all the love from the intro made me so happy and i’m glad you all love it!! as requested here is a taglist! comment if you want to be added as well :}

ps. look out for a moodboard i’ll be posting! ;}

@d1orhaz3 @stoned-anime-babe @yjploum @penguinsravioli @mutsu422 @anonymity-222

[phant0mth1ef]

bakugou x blunt business course reader hcs / let me know if you guys want little drabbles of this!!

- usually business course students wanted to create their own companies, but there were a select few like you and some others that agreed to take on the challenge of trying to market heroes as approachable and attractive!

- he’s known your name since first year due to your placement in the sports’ festival, honestly with your quirk he was surprised you didn’t take the hero track. anyways his nickname for you was “wasted potential business course extra.”

- the first time he actually talked to you was in second year when the teachers had told the hero course students to get more invested with those in the business course, stating that one day they’d be in charge of each and every career.

- was a pain in the ass when he first met you, like he literally sucked and you dreaded every meeting.

“hello… bakugou?” you said skimming down the list of potential heroes you were supposed to meet with.

“yeah, what?” you knew getting people to like him was going to be even harder than getting people to like another client of yours, monoma.

“don’t take that tone with me, i’m basically launching your career.” you typed away on your laptop as the boy sulked in a chair, listening to everything you said.

“as i was saying, marketing yourself in a way similar to best jeanist can have either a good outcome, they’ll approve of you. or a bad outcome, they’ll call you a copycat.”

“tch.” so he ignored your advice and launched his career in a way similar to the pro hero’s and ended up getting insane backlash to the point where you had to step in and try to completely rebrand him.

eventually you got people to start referring to him as the blast hero.

“people are calling me blasty boy.”

“wow. that’s really unfortunate for you! anyways, what’s your height? this company wants to interview you for their tall men friendly jeans.”

- hated meeting with you because of how blunt and honest you were, but also grew to like you because whenever you complimented him, he knew you were genuine.

- would try to blow off meetings just for you to find him and drag him back to the business course meeting rooms, your quirk was something similar to blackwhip so he couldn’t ever really get out of your hold.

- once he realized how popular he was quickly getting thanks to you, he started to actually value the time you’d been putting into making him an admirable hero, but he couldn’t say the same for monoma who, no matter what you did, could not be saved in the publicity department.

- would never thank you, at least not directly.

“i guess this is where we part ways.” you told him at your last meeting before graduation.

“… i guess so. 🧍🏻 thanksorwhatever.” he spoke fast, as if he’d run out of words before leaving.

- even though he said he hated you on countless occasions, he couldn’t deny that he’d begun to miss you when you weren’t around. going so far as to find your contact and call you up once he started his own agency.

“you want me so bad.” you said as you walked in, your briefcase in hand as you shoved the boy to the side, headed up to your new office.

“no i don’t! just need help. s’all!” he was so easy to piss off it was so funny.

- you made him take modeling gigs when his approval ratings were low.

- one time you both went to grab dinner and people assumed you were on a date and you guys just never corrected them and continued to do stuff like that.

- eventually you fell into a routine, and although he never explicitly asked you out, you’d moved into his apartment, did couple things like kiss and stuff, and were always around each other.

- even he thought you were dating until you got interviewed once.

“a boyfriend?… no.” you were so oblivious it was crazy, he had to tell you afterwards that he thought you were his girlfriend.

“WE’RE DATING?” you were completely shocked and he just stood like like a statue.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW?!”

[temis-de-leon]

Sewist MC who makes clothes with his clothes

Characters: Demon Brothers x gn!MC (separately)

Main Masterlist

C/W: established relationship, possessiveness, very suggestive in Asmo's part

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Lucifer

At first, he suspects your talent will be spent fixing clothes and creating pieces for cosplay, just like Levi does, but it doesn't take him too long to discover how wrong he is.

There's more to you than meets the eye, and he enjoys every second of it, although it would pain him to admit how long he spends watching you transform something as simple as a t-shirt into whatever else you have in mind; a creation of your own much more interesting and flattering.

If you catch him staring at you with fascination while you search for the best thread to use in the fabric, no, you don't.

Stop looking so much at him and pay attention to what you're doing, MC.

Things will change the moment you ask him to give you any clothes he may not use anymore, though.

Are you telling him that not only are you a resourceful, skilled, creative and patient artist, but you also want him to mark you?

Because why else would you want to wear his clothes if not to show who you belong to?

But the symbolism goes deeper than that.

Seeing what had previously been his possessions fit you so perfectly makes your relationship feel more raw and natural.

It is as it should be because it couldn't have been anything else.

Wear as much as you like; he can always buy more.

Mammon

The Great Mammon will tell you that it is a waste of time and you should join him at the casino downtown instead.

You want to upgrade your wardrobe? How about waiting for him to win the biggest prize and then he'll give you anything you want?

Mammon, however, will tear his clothes just to see you fix them, so if the cuts or holes look too purposeful, don't mention it.

You seeing right through him is one weakness he's gonna have to learn to live with, so be merciful and don't say anything about his poor excuses.

His quivering dignity will appreciate it.

They're PR gifts from his modelling gigs, anyway. He hardly wears anything that changes his style too much.

When the inevitable day comes in which you ask to "borrow" some of his actual clothes for personal use, he will blush and stammer like crazy, even as he laughs at you for being so obvious in your affections.

Of course you want others to see who's your boyfriend! And he is glad to make your wish come true!

...

What do you want exactly? In which colour?

...can you make a matching piece for him...?

Don't laugh at him, MC!! He was asking for your sake!! In case you were too embarrassed to ask, you know?

Dumb human

Leviathan

He's one of the brothers who appreciates what you do the most, not only because he admires every form of arts and crafts by default but also because he is a fellow sewist.

And a good one at it.

Sure, his talent mostly (almost always) comes up when cosplay is on the table, but there is serious work involved, and barely anyone complains about the results.

Your shared interest deepens your relationship on a genuine level, and the innocence of it makes it very endearing.

Sometimes, you're catching up to your favourite piece of media in either of your rooms, but on other occasions, the rest of the family will probably find you working around each other, silent or deep in conversation, with eyes always focused on the task at hand.

Mammon almost had a heart attack once because he was hanging out while you both worked in the same room and suddenly you started talking after a whole hour in silence.

Levi enjoys your presence every moment of the day, but doing the same thing makes him feel all warm and tingly.

He especially likes it when you both make little trinkets for the other to wear or carry around, like a reminder that you'll always be together no matter what.

If it's the other way around, though...

If you want something that belongs to him to make customised clothes for yourself...

He won't be able to give you a clear answer for at least a week, mainly because every time he sees you after the question is made, he blushes deeply and has trouble coming up with words.

Will eventually agree to give you something, but only if you do the same.

Low-key cringe, but the thought of people seeing you in his clothes and vice versa, even if they're altered, makes him tremble in excitement.

Satan

The most curious about your abilities by far, he will be hovering over you and asking all types of questions. Of course, he will stop if you ask him to, but he won't go too far.

He can always grab a book and read it next to you.

His questions aren't meant to intrude, anyways. They're mainly directed to how long you have been doing this and how it started. Also, do you only make human sized clothes? Have you ever tried making them in smaller sizes? Say... cat sized?

Just imagine, MC! Imagine how cute the stray kitties would look with a costume or something to keep them warm during the dead nights of winter! They may even remember you for it!!

Is he getting too excited? Forgive him; he can't help it.

Imagining his favourite stray cat with a creation of yours is more than enough to make him blush.

You are dating, yet he is still surprised when you ask him to give you something that belongs to him.

The many ways in which you show how much you love him are endless.

If you teach him how to sew, maybe he can return the gesture...?

He's a dork.

Asmodeus

Real tears of joy.

Finally someone with talent that doesn't throw it away in cosplay! Levi can defend his costumes all he wants, but at least you make fabulous clothes for daily life!

He shows great interest in your projects and isn't shy in the slightest when he voices his opinions on what would look better or where you could improve your designs.

Why settle for good when you have the potential to make it perfect, right?

That's why you're dating 🩷 Because neither of you settled for less 🩷🩷

It would be wise to listen to him, though. He knows what he's talking about.

Will absolutely yell and cry in delight if you ask him to give you clothes to adapt for yourself.

Whether you're a romantic person or not, he now thinks you are and has no problems showing you how much he likes it.

His brothers are horrified by the amount of hickeys on your neck the next morning.

Those are the visible ones.

Not long passes until he invites you to his room just to show you an arrangement made out of a selection of clothes and accessories chosen specifically with both your styles in mind.

You'll make an outfit for him too, right? You have to match!

Better be ready to take his measurements, because you will be the one doing it even if he knows the numbers by heart.

Beelzebub

Oh, you have a hobby, MC? Nice!

He doesn't totally understand the appeal of it, but he's content knowing that it makes you happy.

Plus, it's a good way of spending time together. No one demands your attention whenever they see you so focused, so he can enjoy your company in peace during those moments. It's just you and him, and occasionally Belphie, sitting together while he eats and you work.

Some of those times he isn't even hungry. That's how satisfied he is.

He's asked on very few occasions if you could mend his sportswear after a rough training session, but he doesn't want to look as if he's taking advantage of you or your talents in any way.

If he breaks something of his, then it should be his responsibility, not yours.

The moment you ask for his clothes so you can wear them instead, however?

He is grinning and humming in joy like an eager puppy.

One moment you are asking him and the next you are standing in front of his wardrobe choosing what you want to use.

Surprisingly, Beel will offer to use his laundry detergent even if they're now technically your clothes.

They may have your measurements, but that doesn't mean you bought them in that size.

He still wants others to know that they were originally his.

Belphegor

Won't be extremely excited about your capabilities, but he'll show interest and, if you haven't flaunted about them already, then he's encouraging you to do so.

You are talented and other people should know.

He won't force you, though.

After all, those peaceful moments spent alone while he naps by your side and you sew are some of his favourites. The only downside is that he can't use your lap, but he isn't complaining too much.

And the presence of other people would only ruin it.

He likes to be there as you work; to fall asleep as you frown and the tip of your tongue peaks out deep in concentration; to kiss your fingers if you prick yourself.

The sight of the needle disappearing in the folds and the thread blending with the rest of the fabric is hypnotic.

.

These are the naps he enjoys the most, but he will never tell you directly.

When you finally ask him for some of his clothes, he's immediately nodding in agreement. Even before you finish the question.

What more is there to ask? As long as it is for you, then everything is available.

He also relishes in his brothers' sour expressions when they recognize your "new" outfit, but that's a secret.

.

Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[ranhaitanisbitch]

Mammon has nightmares after lesson 16

Spoilers for obey me lesson 16

- mammon x gn!reader

warning: angst with comfort (i think, i'm not good at this T_T), shirtless Mammon in a non-suggestive way

synopsis: mammon can't sleep because he keeps having nightmares about seeing mc die, he decides to pay them a nightly visit.

author's note: this is my first piece of creative writing ever, so please don't be too harsh on me hehe. hope you enjoy it! also would love more suggestions and ideas to write about, so i can practice some more ^_^ (also english isn't my native language, so i apologize for any mistakes)

word count: about 1.1k

3:24 AM. Mammon sighed. It was already the third time he had woken up from his sleep tonight. He had had another nightmare. Nothing unusual for the demon lately. Ever since that one particular day he had had trouble falling asleep. Whenever he laid back and closed his eyes the one memory, he tried so desperetealy to forget, kept replaying in his mind. On nights he was able to miraculously fall asleep he would be plagued by nightmares, being forced to relive that traumatic memory again and again. The demon would wake up from those nightmares drenched in sweat and repeat that process until he'd decide keeping trying would be a waste of time. Then he'd start with his daily duties, extremely sleep deprived, but at least he would have a distraction from the scenes that haunted him whenever there was a moment of quiet.

Mammon sighed again. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to his skin. He could tell he wouldn't get another second of sleep tonight, but the lack of sleep from the previous days were starting to catch up to him. During the past week he kept falling asleep in class (very much to Lucifer's disapproval) and even the photographer at his modeling gig sent him home, lecturing him about the importance of beauty sleep for models. The man told Mammon to come back when his eye bags, which were so dark they were impossible to cover, were gone. One week later the eye bags were still there if not even worse. "I can't go on like this", Mammon thought. He moved his blanket off of himself and left his room. He didn't even think about what he was doing or where he was going, but his own feet seemed to have a plan.

When he arrived in front of a door he knew too well, the demon stopped. "What am I doing? It's almost four in the morning. I shouldn't wake them up.", Mammon scolded himself as his hand was already reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. "This is so inappropriate!", "I shouldn't be here", "(M/C)'s gonna get so mad if they wake up.". Mammon's heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly stopped when he saw your sleeping face with your brows furrowed. The demon had seen you sleep once before, when he barged into your room a few months ago, in the middle of the night, to get you to sneak out with him. You looked so peaceful sleeping back then, but now your face looked all scrunched up, not peaceful at all. And now Mammon even noticed the small lamp, that was still turned on, on your bedside table. Where you having a nightmare? Were you being plagued by nightmares too? Were they the same ones he had? Were they worse? As traumatic as that day was for Mammon he couldn't even imagine how bad it must've been for you. You had literally... died. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps rise on the demon's skin and the urge to touch and embrace you was getting stronger. He just wanted to make sure you were still there. Really there. His feet slowly approached the bed. Without thinking Mammon's hand moved to your face, softly caressing the crease between your eyebrows with one finger as if to smooth the lines. You suddenly opened your eyes and Mammon's hand shot back. Your face softened as you recognized Mammon's face and gave him a small smile, "You scared me". "Sorry", was all that the demon could come up with as he stared at your face like he couldn't believe you were real. "What are you doing here?", you asked softly. Mammon was acting unlike his usual self and that seemed to concern you. "I don't know". Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing here, but he would never admit that. Even if he wanted to, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. You lifted your blanket up and gestured for him to slip in. Mammon immediately complied and laid down beside you. The blanket was too small for two people, so you two were practically smooshed against each other. "Mammon your shirt is drenched", you whispered feeling the damp shirt now cling to you too. "Sorry". You sighed, "Take it off. You'll get sick...". The demon blushed, but pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall down on the floor beside the bed, "is that really okay?". You just giggled softly at his shy demeanor. The skin of his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red and the demon quickly turned off the small bed side lamp, thankful you wouldn't be able to see the embarrassing color his face had taken on.

With his shirt off Mammon could feel even more of your warm skin. The feeling made him calm down. The anxious feeling he had when he first stepped through the door completely gone. You were real. You were still here. Suddenly Mammon had the strongest urge to hug you and never let go, so he carefully turned his body in your direction and put an experimental hand on your right arm. When you didn't protest he put his whole arm around your waist loosely. He felt a sensation on his arm and expected you to move his arm away. Feeling dejected he got ready to pull his hand away, but only felt your own hand caress his arm softly. Mammon let out a small sigh of relief and boldly put his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm sneaked under Mammon's neck and started playing with his head. The demon relaxed completely. This was probably the most relaxed he had been in the past weeks since the incident. He could feel himself become more tired and was slowly starting to fall asleep. He muttered a last "good night" and drifted off to sleep.

[isagispuzzle]

you fall in love with yukimiya like the first snow: slowly, softly, silently.

you don't remember exactly when you started to like him. it must have been the way he would say good morning to you with a smile everyday without fail, or the way he would patiently wait for you to pack up after school to walk to the subway station together, or the little things he would give you after receiving them from his modelling gigs; at some point, yukimiya had melted the walls surrounding your heart and burrowed deep within it.

you rehearse for weeks and wait till the last day before the winter vacation to confess to him. since he doesn't have soccer training, you can ask him to take the long route home, and at the quiet bridge that no one ever passes by, you can tell him how you feel. what's more, if he turns you down, you can spend the two weeks away from him to recover from the embarrassment. it's a perfect plan.

except, yukimiya doesn't wait for you after school that day. he isn't even in the classroom when you're done packing, so you ask around and find out that another girl had asked him to go somewhere else with her. she must be confessing to him, you hear your classmates giggle.

you spot yukimiya and the girl in the courtyard on your way out of school. yukimiya says something, and the girl forces her lips into a tight smile. then, before you could look away, yukimiya glances at you. his eyes lock on you as if he knew you were there, and he smiles. he bows slightly to the girl and jogs towards you with light footsteps.

he falls into step with you, as he always does, and apologises for making you wait. you study his smile, carefree and innocent as if he hadn't just broken a girl's heart, and you second guess your plan. perhaps two weeks wouldn't be enough to get over the rejection.

your plan further falls apart when yukimiya asks to take the shortcut to the subway station, because he's meeting some friends for soccer and dinner. yukimiya tells you all about the most recent gig he had as you walk, but barely anything registers in your jumbled brain.

the first snowflake falls when you pass by the convenience store, so you and yukimiya stop to savour the moment. everyone around you slows down to admire the first snow of the year. just as unpredictably as the arrival of the first snow, your feelings spill from your lips.

everything falls so silent that you almost think you can hear the snow absorb the sounds of the world. you're vaguely aware of the glance a passerby gives you when he overhears your confession, but what you're focusing on is yukimiya. his eyes are wide, but not shocked. you recognise his expression and think, oh, he's been waiting for this.

like a plum blossom, a smile blooms across yukimiya's face. he takes your hand, freezing from both the weather and your nerves, and puts it into his pocket. his touch kindles the fireplace in your chest, and his gentle words envelop you like a warm blanket.

[dumbmusclehypnojockboy]

Audition

Author's note: @transform4u requested a story, so this one's for him. This is kind of a departure fore me. It's mostly done in first person, which I don't usually do. I hope you enjoy it.

“I wish I didn’t have to remember all these lines,” the words came out as a whisper.  A soft breeze blew in the theater.  “Granted,” it seems to say in the wind that chilled you to the bone.  The words on the script faded away, being replaced with a signed contract with a television company.  Something about documenting your life for the next few months.  Leaving your home and going to a time-share with some other people.  You look at the paperwork confused.  A buzz infiltrating your brain. 

“Rocko”, the director calls me.  I’m confused.  Isn’t my name Richard?  “Rocko Salvatori?  On stage please.”  He looks at me and I head up to the stage for an audition? 

The director looks at me and asks, “Hello, Rocko.  Your resume says your favorite hobby is working out?  Can you tell me about that?”

“Working out?  No, I mean,” images of the time I’ve spent in the gym, dedicating time and sweat and tears to making my pecs and bis grow.  Never skipping leg day.  Always taking creatine mixed with pre workout, downing protein shakes and doing endless crunches...  Gotta take care of the “situation”. 

“Yeah,” I say.  “I go to the gym five days a week.  Can you tell?” 

I flex a bicep that seems to grow out of nowhere.  Ten inches around turns in to 12 inches, turns in to 15 inches, turns in to 20 inches.  I flex my pecs.  Since when do I flex my pecs, I ask myself?  My pecs inflate with newfound muscle.  Growing to a whopping 50 inches around. 

I find my body stretching taller…  legs more so resembling long logs, stretching to the sky, torso stretching out, getting rid of the pudge that used to be there, and developing in to 8 separate rocks, an 8-pack of abs. 

My dick growing longer and longer now resembling a beer bottle in length and girth.  “Fuck yeah, I work out, bro,”  I say. 

The director asks, “I also see that you’ve done some modeling?”

Images of past gigs fill my memory.  That time I was flown down to Cancun to appear on a show for MTV Spring Break.  That photo shoot for a young adult clothing brand.  That one time he posed for Exercise for Men Only.  “Yeah, bro,” you find yourself saying.  “I aced modeling.”  Your face reshapens.  Jawline becoming sharper.  Cheeks becoming  accented, less round, more angular.  Eye brows becoming shaped, more perfect.  Teeth whitening, glowing, straightening.  Eyes becoming more clear, turning from blue to a sharp glowing brown.  Stuble growing around your chin and mouth area.  Your thick black hair standing straight up, held up with a precise amount of Spiker hair gel and a 16-second spray of Got 2 B hair shaper and molder.  You give ducklips pose to the director, and bring out your phone to take a selfie and post it on Instagram. 

The director clears his throat.  “Under life philosophy you just wrote GTL.  What does that mean?”

“Bruh,” you say, your brain rearranging information.  Reprogramming your memories, your thoughts, making you a different person. 

“Bruh, it’s a way of life.  A philosophical kind of being.  Gym, Tan Laundry.  You gotta take care of your bod… your pecs, bis, and abs… I like to look fresh, so everything has to go in to it.  You know, you have to go to the gym the whole week.  Tan.  You have to have color if you didn’t go to the beach.  And then the last thing you need to take care of is the outfit.  You gotta look fresh, you know.  If you don’t look good, you ain’t gonna feel good bro, and then you ain’t gonna have a good night.”

 You give in to the words that are coming out of your mouth.   Gym.Tan.Laundry=LIFE, bruh,  Fuck yeah.  Gotta be FTD, Fresh To Death.  Looking for hunnies DTF.  Down To Fuck.  Hell yeah!  The thoughts running through your head.

“Rocko,” the director says, “it says here that you identify as a Guido?  Can you tell me about that?”

The words go through my head.  Guido… Guido…  Fuck Yeah, I’m a fucking Guido.!  I GTL all day and am DTF all night.  I go out FTD, and get all the pussy I want.  I am so Hot, So Fresh.  I’m a fucking Guido.  “I’m a Guido.  What’s there to explain?  I work out, tan and clean up fresh.  I go out and party all night and bring home the PU-NA-NI, you know what I mean?  And I have over three million followers on my social media.”

Red flashes over the director’s eyes, and a demonic façade flashes over the director’s face, just for a second.  “You’ll be perfect for the next generation of our new reality show, Rocko.”

[allsteddie]

Hear me out, Hitman!Eddie AU where he’s hired by a mafia syndicate to kill off the only son of another mafia boss.

Eddie makes up a whole plan so he can get close to his target, then get rid of the guy without leaving any traces behind; Eddie’s specialty, really.

Enter Steve Harrington, son of Richard Harrington, mafia boss who controls most territories in Indiana, Ohio and Kentucky. Steve, who’s spent his whole life trying to run from the family business and make a real career out of modeling. Steve, who just wants to have a normal life and spend his days not having to wage war against other crime lords.

Steve meets Eddie in one of his modeling gigs and they just click. They fool around for a few weeks before things start to get serious. Eddie’s plan was to seduce Steve, earn his trust, then fake an accident to cover up the man’s death. But once Eddie gets access to the real Steve? The funny dork who has the awful habit of waking up way too early on weekends and cries every time he watches The Lion King? When Eddie gets access to this Steve he falls hard and fast and there’s no turning back from that.

The enemy syndicate pressures Eddie to finish the job, but Eddie does his best to stall, as he tries to find a way to get out of that fucking mess he’s put himself into. Then one day the rival boss loses his patience. He hires a second hitman to finish Steve off.

The second guy makes no elaborate plan, he just tries to shoot Steve out in the open, whilst he and Eddie are walking out of the theatre on a Friday night. Eddie sees him just in time and gets Steve out of the way. There’s a fight. Eddie gets shot, but manages to kill the other man and take Steve to safety.

That’s how Eddie ends up telling Steve the truth about everything.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #2 - A Running Start - Ruggie

Summary: Your second photoshoot was with Ruggie. And in this case, you were lucky. After all, you and Ruggie already had experience playing the part of a couple. So, if nothing else, you could fake it till you made it.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/ light-flirtation

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1220

I almost couldn’t help but laugh slightly as I walked into the room we were using for this photoshoot, and I caught sight of Ruggie. But his white suit paired with a brown, checkered vest and yellow tie was adorable in a way that perfectly suited him.

His large, fluffy ears twitched before he looked my way. A wide grin cutting its way across his face as his eyes swept over my frame. But with my slightly puffed sleeves, flowery tiara, lacey gloves, and the carefully crafted fabric rose that decorated the bodice of my dress, I was quite the sight.

“Well, look at you, all dressed up,” His eyes were bright with amusement, and I shook my head slightly at his words. Joining him in front of the old-looking door and letting go of my long skirt as I came to a stop.

“Like you can talk,” There was laughter in my voice as I quipped back at him. Grinning all the while as he struck a slight pose. As if he were some sort of genteel young man before he dropped the act with a carefree laugh.

“So are you getting paid for the modeling gig too?” I nodded, confirming his words and answering him simultaneously without ever having to say anything.

He almost shook his head in response, though. A slightly sulky frown appearing on his face, “Lucky. I hear you're getting to do all the photoshoots, so you’ll get paid more. I’m just doing the one.”

I shrugged lightly, “Crewel said something about wanting to do something different for the marketing of these gowns since it's his first wedding line. I still can’t see why having me as the lone model for the dresses makes it any better of a marketing campaign than if he’d gotten actual models for the pictures, though.”

Ruggie shrugged, “Hey, I can’t say I’m complaining. I don’t think I’ve ever worn something this fancy, and the pay is good too. I don’t mind posing for a few pictures so long as I’m getting paid.”

I huffed out a laugh, toying with the skirt of the dress as I spoke, “I’m not exactly complaining myself. These are nice dresses.”

“And I’ll bet it's a dream come true to wear a wedding gown, huh?” He elbowed me playfully, and I laughed as the doors across the room from us opened to reveal both Crewel and the photographer.

And they were already deep in conversation, discussing what they wanted us to do, what sort of vibe they wanted from the pictures, and a myriad of other things.

But it wasn’t long before Crewel was looking at us, his gaze flickering between the two of us before he nodded. Seemingly approving of the way we looked, even though I knew for a fact he was pleased with my appearance.

He was the one who’d helped me get dressed, after all.

“You’re both here on time. Good,” He finally nodded before crossing his arms. A silent signal that it was officially business time.

“We’re going to have the two of you run from where you are towards the camera,” He explained calmly as me and Ruggie exchanged glances. My eyebrows arching as Ruggie tilted his head at me. 

After a brief moment, Ruggie just shrugged, though. A grin spreading across his face as he looked back towards Crewel, “Sure thing, Instructor. Do we need to do anything in particular?”

Crewel’s eyebrows arched at Ruggie’s easygoing words, and he tilted his head, his expression unimpressed as he glanced between the two of us, “Try to look the part.”

I pressed my lips together to keep myself from grinning at the exchange. But there was something about Ruggie’s carefree nature and Crewels’ exasperated behavior that made for an amusing pairing.

“Hey, easy peasy. Y/n’s my partner in crime after all,” Ruggie winked over my way, and I smiled slightly. Almost shaking my head fondly at his words even as Crewel let out a hum as he glanced between the two of us like he most definitely expected trouble from us.

Which was fair, I supposed, after how my photoshoot with Trey had gone.

He turned on his heel and strode away, walking back towards the photographer who had already gotten set up.

And the second his back was turned, Ruggie was leaning over with a conspiratorial whisper, “Should be a piece of cake. We’ve fake-dated before.”

He glanced my way, and I grinned, bobbing my head in agreement. But it was true. We had. 

It had been Ruggie’s idea to go to town and make use of a cafe’s Valentine’s Day promotion where couples got a meal for free, but we’d gotten away with it easily, and no one had suspected a thing.

Ruggie reached down, his hand grasping mine tightly as he looked forward. 

I felt myself already smiling wildly as he crouched slightly, like he was getting ready to run as he looked towards the camera.

But I knew better than to not get myself ready. If he was bracing himself, then I needed to as well.

I was not about to get yanked along after him as I stumbled around awkwardly trying to keep up with him. Especially not when I was getting my picture taken.

I reached down with my free hand, gathering my skirts and lifting them just enough so that I’d be able to trot easily as soon as Crewel gave the signal.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Ruggie nod, and, as soon as he moved, Crewel called out from behind the photographer, who was already crouched behind his camera, “Go!”

Ruggie took off first, tugging me along behind him as I glanced down. Smiling even as I eyed my footsteps so that I could be sure that the toe of my shoe didn’t catch on the dress's hem as we trotted forward.

I was giggling already as I heard Ruggie’s laughter mixing with the sound of the camera’s shutter going off at incredible speeds as the photographer took as many photos as quickly as he could.

I glanced up, smiling widely in time to see Crewel grinning back at us, his expression amused before he nodded, “Alright, that’s good.”

Ruggie and I both came to a stop, both of us still laughing slightly and smiling toward the other one as Crewel leaned forward to inspect the photographs.

“Think we sold it?” I finally managed as I dropped my skirts, and Ruggie was already nodding with a wide grin on his face.

“Oh yeah. There is no way we didn’t look the part of an excited young couple,” He finished with a snicker that almost had me rolling my eyes at him before Crewel spoke up. Interrupting us as he calmly walked over.

“It all looks good, so you pups are free to go.” He paused, glancing my way pointedly, “We’ll continue tomorrow, Y/n.”

I nodded, letting go of Ruggie’s hand as the beastman shifted, half-eyeing the instructor in a way that had Crewel sighing slightly, “And you will get your pay on Friday, Mr. Bucchi.”

I felt myself grin again as Ruggie brightened and nodded his head without even the slightest bit of shame.

But then this was Ruggie. My eternal fake date in the name of couple’s sales.

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