#tryin' to come up with ways to have the boys lifted up

[alienzil]

The Red String of Fate Hits a Snag

Chapter 1

(TW: Swearing and some abuse, implied drug use)

“Mama! Mama!”

“Jason, shhh. You know Daddy doesn’t like when you shout.” Catherine said, grabbing her little boy’s hand and tugging him closer to her and out of reach of her husband. 

“But Mama! I was a baby!” Jason exclaimed, his eyes bright with childlike wonder. 

“Damn idiot brat,” Willis growled in irritation. “Course you were a baby, had to come from somewhere didn’t ya? Expensive as fuck little shit you were with all those diapers.”

“No Daddy! I was a baby now! I was playing but then I was somewhere else and I was a baby!”

“What the hell is he babbling about now?” Willis asked. 

Catherine winced, hoping this wasn’t going to start a fight. “What do you mean honey? Did you see a baby out the window?”

“No Mama! I didn’t see a baby! I was a baby! But the baby was there too?” Jason’s little face scrunched up in thought. “I was there and the baby was there but we were both the baby. There was a lady there too…that must’ve been his Mama! She called him Danny.”

“Oh,” Catherine said a bit breathlessly. She hadn’t expected this… Jason had a soulmate?

“You tryin’ to say you had a vision?” Willis scoffed and stood up, crossing the room to loom over Catherine and Jason sitting on the couch. “You lyin’ to us boy?”

“No Daddy! I’m not lyin’”

Catherine held her breath as Willis’s face contorted in anger. He reached out and roughly grabbed Jason’s arm.

“You’re makin’ it up you little brat!”

“But”

“No! You listen here!” Willis shook Jason slightly. “Crime alley kids don’t have soulmates ya hear me?! None a that fairy tale shit happens to us so I don’t wanna hear any more lies outta you. You got it?”

“But Daddy…”

Willis gripped his arm bruisingly tighter. “Crime Alley kids Don’t. Got. Soulmates. Say ‘yes sir’.”

“Yes sir,” Jason said quietly.

“Good, now get”, Willis released Jason’s arm and went back to his chair, popping open another beer as he sat down.

Catherine quietly herded Jason towards the kitchen and picked him up to sit on the counter while she grabbed an ice pack from the freezer.

“Wasn’t lyin’ Mama’” Jason said sullenly as she pressed the ice pack to his arm.

Catherine swallowed and glanced at the door hoping Willis wasn’t listening. They were running low on money again and he’d been stewing about it all day. She didn’t want to set him off again.  “It’s not a lie if you’re playin’ make believe baby.” 

“I wasn’t playin’ make believe Mama! It was real!” 

“Shhh Jason, you don’t want to upset your Daddy do you?…it’s okay to play make believe…you’ve got a real good imagination and Mama’s proud of you okay?”

“But…” Jason wavered looking confused. “Mama…it was real.”

“Shhh honey, lotsa things seem real when they aren’t. Now why don’t you be a good boy and go play in your room? Mama’s gotta take her medicine.”

“Okay…” 

Catherine lifted Jason down from the counter and patted his head as he walked towards his room. She felt guilty for lying to him but it was all for the best. This way Willis would be happy and Jason would be safe. Besides, he was so small he probably wouldn’t even remember this and he’d have other chances to find his soulmate someday.

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

Modern Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Part 3

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Summary: the deal is struck between you and Aemond

Warnings: none, really

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been really busy with work, and this part was kinda hard to write. That’s also why this is shorter

Word Count: 1.6k

“And he didn’t tell you what he wanted?” Aly looks over at you while adding a slice of turkey to the sandwich she’s making? You shake your head. It had been a few days since everything went down, yet you were still trying to wrap your head around it all. The fact that Aemond would consider helping you at all—foreboding debt aside—just didn’t make sense to you.

“Why does he have to be so cryptic and spooky,” Aly asks, adding a generous amount of mayo to the sandwich.

“Beats me,” you reply. A shout startles you both out of your conversation. You and Aly turn your heads to the living room area. Benji Blackwood and his two friends Kermit and Oscar Tully—“the muppets” as Aly likes to call them—are sprawled across Aly’s couch, cursing at a video game they’re thoroughly engrossed in.

“Oi! You tryin’ to wake your dad up?” Aly calls to them. Currently, Aly’s brother Sam was down the hall, trying to sleep off a migraine. The boys cringe slightly.

“Sorry,” one of the Tully boys stage whispers back to Aly. She sighs. “Anyways, lunch is ready.” In a flash, the boys were on their feet, making their way to the kitchen. Aly pushes the sandwich with the mayo mountain towards Benji.

“Would you like some sandwich with your mayo?” She teases. Benji scowls back, but his expression quickly morphs into a grin. The boys make their way back to the couch. Aly turns to you.

“Listen, if he tries to pull anything with you, just say the word and I’ll kick his ass. Then I’ll call Cregan and he’ll also kick his ass.” You laugh in response. “What’s his deal with them anyways? Are they friends?”

“Acquaintances is more like it. They get along well enough, but Creg’s friendship with Jace sorta puts him on thin ice.”

“…Yeah, I still don’t get it.”

“Look, rich people friendships are weird, okay?” Aly explains. “Sometimes it’s better if you don’t ask questions and just go with it. I find the truth usually comes out on its own time.” She starts resealing containers and putting them in the fridge. You follow suit, deciding to take her advice. You two clean in silence for a couple minutes, until your phone buzzes. You look at the name on the screen, suddenly feeling very nervous.

You show the conversation to Aly. Her eyebrows raise, and she notes the tense expression on your face. “You know you don’t have to do this right? I’m sure I could find some time to give you lessons.”

You think about it for a moment. Aly would certainly be a nicer teacher than Aemond. But her Raven is much different than your Meraxes. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for an excuse to learn more about the enigmatic, handsome Targaryen.

“I don’t want to cut into your time with your family. I know how important it is to you,” you tell her. “Besides, we’re all adults. I can handle a little tough love.”

“Alright then. Lemme know if you change your mind,” Aly relents, leaving the kitchen. You turn back to your phone to text Aemond.

Saturday morning comes far too soon, and you find yourself heading back to Aemond and Aegon’s shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s truck. One of the doors is rolle up, and you can see Aemond working on a bike. He lifts his head when he hears the engine.

“Well,” you breathe, “here goes nothing.”

“Remember, I’m only a text away,” Aly reassures you. You grin then exit out the passenger side door. Before you turn away, you see Aly glare at Aemond, pointing at her eyes then at him before making a u-turn and driving off. You take a deep breath, then walk over to Aemond. By now, he’s standing and wiping his hands with a cloth. He’s wearing the same outfit as when you two first met, only this time the coveralls are unzipped with the sleeves tied around his waist. The white singlet he’s wearing does nothing to hide the definition of his chest or arms. A few streaks of grime decorate his body, along with a few tattoos. He’s not overtly bulky, but he’s definitely in shape. His biceps flex slightly as he cleans his hands; you try not to bite your lip.

You both stand in awkward silence, waiting for someone to break it. You decide to bite the bullet yourself.

“Where’s Aegon,” you ask, peering into the garage, but there’s no sign of Aemond’s brother.

“He doesn’t typically come in on weekends,” Aemond answers. “Prefers to sleep in.”

“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d be here; his easygoing nature could’ve served as a good mediator.

“So I take it you’re interested?” It takes a moment for you to realize he meant the training.

“Oh I’m yeah. But I want to know what exactly you’re hoping to get out of this,” you reply quickly. Get your shit together you mentally chastise yourself. He’s not worth it.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been going back and forth on what I want from you,” he starts, setting the rag on a nearby workbench. He turns his back on you.

“And you’ve decided on…” you prompt. He drums his fingers on the table, silent. Then…

“The Conqueror’s Gala. I need someone to go with me,” he states. That’s it? He needs a date to some fancy event? You thought you’d have to do something like clean his house or shine his bike for a month. Not this.

“If you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, Targaryen-“

“No. Gods no. Nothing like that.” Aemond hastily replies. “My mother is always on my as about bringing a date. Normally, I’d just go with Helaena, but this year she’s decided to side with mum. They want me to prove that I’m capable of spending time with people I’m not directly related to.” His mouth presses into a thin line, and he averts his gaze. He starts drumming his fingers again. It looks like that’s something he does when he’s agitated. You let the silence simmer, silently enjoying the way his jaw clenched.

“Hmmm. I suppose I could spare one evening to get all dressed up and rub elbows with the Westerosi elite,” you sigh in pretend annoyance. He gives you a disgruntled look. “Trust me. It’s not the fun time you think,” he says sharply. Of course a cryptic like him wouldn’t enjoy social events. You try not to laugh at the thought.

“Well, fun or not, I’ll take it,” you tell him. His shoulders relax a little.

“Good,” he says stiffly. “Shall we?” he gestures his hand towards the bike. You realize it’s his own, the bronze coloring of the Vaghar catching the late morning light. You make your way over and take your seat. The bike has the same controls as your Meraxes, but his has extra side mirrors affixed.

Aemond leans over you, one hand on the handlebar and the other on the seat behind you. It takes all your willpower not to gawk at his arm.

“Alright,” Aemond says softly. “Now I want you to start the engine.”

You turn and look at him, incredulous. “You think I don’t know how to start a bike?”

Aemond levels a flare at you. “I’m just being thorough.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but you do as he says.

“Good,” he muses. He’s inches from your ear. The soft timbre of his voice sends a shudder through you. “Now what?” You choke out. You hate the effect he has on you.

“I want you to shift to first gear,” he instructs. All you can do is obey blindly.

“Good. Good,” he praises. He has you go through all the gears and how to break, giving a little praise each time you do something correct. It’s all painfully easy, and you should be insulted he’s making you prove such basic knowledge. Instead, you silently relish the rush of warmth you get with each praise. Hell, you’re almost tempted to get something wrong on purpose just to see how he’ll react? Would he gently explain the correction, or would he go back to being rude and insult you?

“Well then,” Aemond says, pushing off his bike. You mourn the loss of his warmth on your shoulder. “It seems you really do know the basics.” He drawls the last part. Oh yeah, that’s what it’s like when he insults you. You get off the bike, and he starts to wheel it into the garage. “But the Dragon Rally isn’t for the feint of heart. You’ll need to be able to ride long distances in potentially rough weather. You need to be adaptable, ready to make a decision at a moment’s notice. And that’s not even including the Rally itself.”

“What happens at the Rally?” you ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Aemond replies, turning his back on you. You scoff. “Yes. I would. That’s why I asked”

He smirks. “All you need to know is that you need to build up your endurance. I’d like to take you on a ride through the Kingswood when you’re next available. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll take more challenging treks. Sound good?”

You nod your head. At least you won’t have to have weird conversations with him when riding.

“Good. Check your schedule, and give me your next available date,” he says before pulling the garage door closed in your face.

You stand there in stunned silence. What the fuck is up with this guy?

You text Aly, and a few minutes later her truck pulls up to the sidewalk.

“Well that was quick,” she observes as you put on your seatbelt.

“You’re telling me,” you reply, looking back at the garage as Aly pulls away.

You were confused. You were intrigued. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg that was Aemond Targaryen.

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[queermentaldisaster]

“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Finally chapter eight! I'm so sorry this took so long to come out, life and ADHD is honestly what happened. I hope you enjoy!

No cws for this chapter. Chapter under the cut.

“Small Revelations and Friends Coming”

Everything had gone to shit. They'd gotten Alejandro and Los Vaqueros out, and they'd almost made it out…but now they were surrounded. Ghost held his gun, standing back to back with Soap, which sent shivers down Soap's spine. ‘We’re this close…this close…and surely about to die.’ Soap thought. Ghost let out a growl, and Soap felt the rumbles from that growl go through both their bodies. He shuddered, and Ghost’s hand found its way to his waist. He let out a shaky breath, and was ready to accept death as it came when suddenly the nearby wall shattered.

Soap’s head snapped up and he spotted a wild water buffalo standing in the wreckage of the wall. He cackled, spotting a leopard next to the buffalo. “Ghost!” He exclaimed, turning the man around. Ghost saw them and chuckled. Alejandro looked confused. “Who are those two?” He asked, causing Soap to grin. “Gaz and Roach, which means the Cap’n ain’t far behind.” He looked at Ghost and nodded, with that same cocky ass grin he always had. Ghost shifted, willingly, pouncing on one of the distracted Shadows. Soap cackled, shifting as well.

Alejandro just chuckled and yelled something in Spanish as the shifted duo began ravaging the Shadows. Soap’s ears twitched as he heard two separate roars, one of which was Ghost, a rage filled sound, and one of which was Roach, a call to his friends. Soap let out a loud ‘wow wow wow’ sound, even as the carnage continued, letting Roach know he was okay.

It took maybe twenty minutes to dispose of all of the Shadows between the four of them. After Soap shifted back, he was immediately tackled by Gaz and Roach. He laughed, hugging them back. “Woah, ye tryin’ ta kill me?” He joked, and Gaz huffed. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuckin’ trample you, fox boy. What the fuck were you thinking!?” He shook Soap, and Roach carefully pried Gaz off of Soap, who fell back, landing in Ghost’s arms. Ghost chuckled, lifting Soap to his feet and wrapping his arms around Soap’s waist.

Soap felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he just knew Ghost was smirking underneath his mask. Roach stared at Soap and let out a breath. “I feel like I missed something.” He signed. Ghost’s grip tightened on Soap’s waist. “Oh, not much.” Ghost said, tilting his head to the side.

Soap let out a breath, only to look up when he heard Price's voice ring out from amidst the wreckage. “Boys!?” Price called out, and Ghost let out a roar just as Soap let out another ‘wow wow wow’ sound. Soap pulled out of Ghost's arms and ran towards the silhouette of Price in the distance. Soap ran into Price’s arms, earning a sharp exhale from the older shifter. Price held Soap close, his grip around the younger shifter tight. “So glad you're safe.” He murmured, and Soap smirked. “So ye did miss me?” He let out a yelp as Price lightly slapped him upside the back of his head.

Ghost's head snapped around and Soap heard the growl. Soap looked back at Ghost and shook his head. Ghost immediately calmed down, his shoulders relaxing. Price arched an eyebrow. “I feel like I missed a few chapters.” He remarked. Soap chuckled. “Just a few, cap’n.” Ghost came forward and nodded to Price. “Good to see you, Captain.”

Price smiled. “Good to see you too, Ghost. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Price turned around and led them to a set of vehicles. Alejandro, Rodolfo, and the rest of the Vaqueros got in one of them, and the 141 got in the other. Roach turned to Ghost as they sat down, Gaz sitting in the driver’s seat. Roach began signing. “You’re a shifter? Why did you never tell us?” He questioned, and Ghost shrugged. “It wasn’t important.”

Roach’s eyes widened. “Not important?! Ghost, how long have you been suppressing your shifts? Do you know the consequences that can come from that?!” He signed hastily and Ghost snarled. “Roach, it can’t be that bad, so shut your mouth and-” Ghost cut himself off, quickly standing up and moving over to the seat where Soap was. They didn’t get a chance to question it before Ghost shifted, leaving this massive black panther curled up in Soap’s lap.

Roach sighed. “This is what I’m talking about. Now you and your panther are trying to reconnect, meaning you’re going to just randomly shift and be stuck like that for a while,” Roach signed, rolling his eyes. “Fucking idiot.” That made Ghost snarl, but Soap lightly tugged on his ear. Ghost chuffed, dropping his head on the seat. Soap chuckled. “Big ass kitten.” He murmured, and Ghost let out a rumbling growl, rubbing the side of his face against Soap’s face. Soap groaned, because apparently his subscription to breathing has temporarily expired. Price laughed, grinning at this.

Soap teasingly flipped him off, grinning back, even though the grin wasn't seen through the Lieutenant currently suffocating him. Ghost lowered his head again, stretching out with a content purr. Soap smiled, rubbing behind his Lt’s ears.

The ride back to the safehouse was quiet, and Soap reveled in the peace, for unbeknownst to him, it was soon to be ruined.

[bapydemonprincess]

Concern

"Oi," A familiar drawl snaps the butler out of his brief mental check of today's chore list. Chin pinched with black gloves. Looking off into nothing.

Currently both the Gardener and Young Master are standing by, all taken care of; bundled up for the winter chill that has hit them hard this year.

The Young Master insisted vehemently to accompany him and Finnian on their wood gathering. Saying all but "I'm completely done with all my work thus far on my studies, I assure you. so let me get out of this blasted stuffy room for once."

Again in the present Sebastian is still mulling over what he'll be shouldered with after their stroll, and so he still doesn't hear (or more like refuses to acknowledge) the chef approaching them, a purpose in his stomping gait as he arrives right in front of the other man.

"Oi, what th'ell you doin', Sebastian, eh?"

He briefly pinches the end of Sebastian's scarf he threw on half-hazardly, violently shakes it for emphasis, then let's it drop again.

All while looking the butler in the eye as if suddenly he wants to have a bout right there in the main entryway.

"You tryin' t'catch yer death on purpose or wot?"

Sebastian practically snorts, but refrains, lips twitching at this sudden appearance of Mother Henning from the usually unbothered and lazy as-all-get-out chef.

"Oh, is there a problem, Bardroy? Would me being a little chilled while going out for but a mere half an hour bother you?"

"Oh you think you'd be just a "little chilled" eh? Thinkin' you wouldn't come back an' end up catchin' a cold or flu, or even bloody pneumonia with 'ow god awful it is out there, eh?"

He waves briefly over to the boys awkwardly standing near by.

"Meanwhile you got them all bundled up fit for endurin' a winter storm!"

"One: They are children and I am not. Two, Bardroy: it certainly is not my first English Winter, trust me, three-"

Bardroy grabs both ends of the loose scarf and this time tugs firmly, making the taller man prattling before him practically fall forward.

But he doesn't.

Bardroy's firm grip makes sure the other man merely is forced right into his face.

Their foreheads knocking gently, as Sebastian's eyes open wider and stare in pure surprise, those thin eyebrows lifted up high for once.

"Listen 'ere, you," Bard growls low, "believe it or not, the deep south o' Arizona an the like get bloody cold as fuck, got it? In the deserts at night a man can freeze t'death before 'e even realizes it. So don't. Fuck. Wiff cold. Don't ya dare go an' fuck with those harsh winter woods, with these boys on tow, an' next thing ya know Finny's gotta carry back a long ass big ol icle of a butler, prolly cryin' all the fuckin' way, too."

He stops. Finally. Panting a little from this tangent out of no where, noticeably getting red in the face too.

And the butler, still enduring having his face pressed into Bard's the entire time... stars to smile.

And his eyes go half lidded again.

Shimmering and dancing with amusement aplenty.

"Ah, so it would bother you to some extent, then. I see."

And he says it so softly it's almost a whisper, or like just a comment he's making to himself.

Growling again the other man pushes this time, in order to straighten Sebastian up and push him a few inches away.

However he doesn't let him go for long. Oh no, the chef proceeds to grumble under his breath (something about "damn stupid pretty boy with no bloody sense a' self preservation I swear-") as he unwraps the butler's scarf from around his neck and then leans in further, almost aggressively thrusting himself up close again, to wind it back round him. Tighter, more hugging his neck, and finishes with tying what is left somehow.

"There, that's better," Bard openly comments, looking still mad about it but now satisfied with himself as he pulls back a little. But quickly, idly, pats the other man's coat front as if to confirm everything is good.

"I'd also suggest a cap o' some kind too, awright. Somethin' like the scarf. Damn the consequences o' messin' up yer pretty hair an' all that, it's about survival and nothin' else, you 'ear me?'

He finally shuts up this time, really meeting Sebastian's eyes this time, and so invested in this he's expecting to see some kind of expression of grat-

Sebastian sweeps in to kiss the man's cheek.

"Thank you dear," he purrs.

And then he's turning back to the boys and trotting to the door with purpose.

"Now. Let's carry on, before we lose anymore daylight, hm? Follow me."

And Sebastian, the Young Master, and Finny are almost out the door.

When the demon hears the familiar loud groan of a man who's just realized his predicament he's gotten himself into coming from back inside.

And Sebastian allows himself the pleasure to grin to himself, eyes shut, looking the picture of a creature who's just won a hard fought battle and all the spoils that entails.

Note: this whole scene is inspired by that now famous kuro chapter title page from chapter 198:

[mklegends-smokescreen]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Blood Bound

Chapter 6: Sea Of Souls

After riding for 35 minutes, bird boy and the general finally reach the port, the which is full of Outworlder citizens. Nico, having been used to Earthrealm and it's standards, feels a bit uncomfortable.

ROBIN: Wow, so many people here... you sure we'll find the right man here? 

MUCHACHA: I'm certain of it. He should be somewhere around the docks, and if not, the locals should know his location. Just ride along, and let me handle this.

ROBIN: Sit still, let you do the talking, got it.

The two leave their horses near the entrance of the small town, heading off to the pier. It is here where they meet Kharon, one of, if not the best captain in all of Outworld, who Muchacha is quite familiar with. The two meet up with the sailor, who is leaning against the side of his ship.

MUCHACHA: Hey there, Kharon. Long time no see. How are things at sea?

Kharon, turning around and looking at the two, is surprised.

KHARON: Oi, Muchacha. How long has it been, a year? Anyways, to answer your question, everything is great, though not much work has been coming my way.

MUCHACHA: Hey, listen, I need you to do me a favor. Could you give my friend and I a lift to an island in the west side of the sea? We need to find a blood mage.

Robin is a bit suprised at the fact that she called him a friend, blushes a bit under his mask.

KHARON: Sure, I can give you a ride, BUT I won't carry anything illegal. I don't want any trouble.

Robin, looking up, sees the ships and starts walking. He gets distracted by the sights and sounds. The general follows him.

MUCHACHA: Don't worry about anything illegal, old friend. Just a simple favor. Now, about the price?

KHARON: Well... Since this is you, I will give you and your friend here a discount. What  say you about 40%?

MUCHACHA: Make it 60.

KAHRON: 50. Take it or leave it.

MUCHACHA: Fair deal. When can you have us off the coast?

Kharon, looking at his pocket watch.

KHARON: I can get us to the islands by the evening, how's that sound?

MUCHACHA: Perfect. Robin, lets go.

Robin, who is distracted, snaps out of it.

ROBIN: Oh, yeah, let's go. Nice to meet ya, Kahron.

Muchacha grabs him and starts heading off. Kahron’s crew members pull up the anchor, open the sails, and Kahron shouts out the following

KHARON: Sail ho!

The ship sets sail as the general and rogue make themselves comfortable and brace themselves for the ride. Muchacha leans on the ships wooden railing looking stoic as she stares over the horizon, and Nico tries his best to keep his balance on the rocking vessel. Noticing her on the other side, the masked man slides over to her, sitting on the railing. 

ROBIN: Sooooo… you enjoying the view?

MUCHACHA: Why are you acting nice?

ROBIN: Look, I’m not acting, I’m actually tryin’ to be nicer to you. Considering that if I don’t, you’ll feed me to the sharks. Or whatever is in here...

He says, as he turns around, looking down at the bright green ocean, with hundreds of souls spread around the ocean, with some of them trying to grab onto the ship.

MUCHACHA: Souls. Of all those who drowned in the sea. Imagine souls in a place called the Sea Of Souls.

ROBIN: Figured. So, you got any plans for when we get this job over with?

MUCHACHA: I’m getting back to work at the front lines.

Robin, showing an unpleasant expression started mocking her lightly, because it worked so perfectly the first time.

ROBIN: Is all you do work related? Don’t you ever kick back and catch some rays?

The general, showing a disaproving scowl toward the caped crusader, turned her head.

MUCHACHA: I can’t afford to be lazy. I only have one goal, and thats to change the way people look at me and my species. I’m trying to be a person who would protect the people from people like that cyclops who attacked the palace half a year ago. I wasn’t there when the Kahn needed me the most, what if I’m not there when she’s dying? What if–

Robin raises his tone, trying to slow her down.

ROBIN: Calm down!

Muchacha, looking at him stops, as she’s getting over her head.

ROBIN: Listen, Kitana will be fine. I’ve worked for her long enough to know she’s capable of herself. Look, believe it or not, I was a lot like you.

MUCHACHA: Now you’re lying and not even trying to hide it.

ROBIN: I’m not! Just… listen, okay? My people were slaughtered in cold blood, afterwards I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I was scared because a boy was wanted for the murder of five guards.

MUCHACHA: That boy was you, I presume?

ROBIN: Yes. Soon enough, the mage Dorfen took me in and... I was never alone again. Years go by, I work for Kitana, getting rid of late night assasins and chilling on the roof, rent free.I always re-think if I’m able to fight some of these guys, though I don’t look it.

The daughter of Shao Kahn realized now why the masked man tried to kill her a few days ago. Knowing this, she still doesn’t know how to react, so she forgives him. Sorta.

MUCHACHA: I… forgive you.

Robin, quite confused,  makes the following exclaim.

ROBIN: I’m sorry, you WHAT?

MUCHACHA: Forgive you. For trying to assasinate me, that is. You have one thing that stands out from other fighters i’ve met, an honest soul and a strong will for what is right. And I can respect that in a kombatant..

ROBIN: Well thats two things but, thanks anyways–

Before their dialogue is continued, there is a loud crash on the ship. Looking out to the sea, they see a ship with a black flag atop the sail.

MUCHACHA: We’re under attack!

ROBIN: Phew! And good timing, for a second I thought people would start shipping us over this scene.

Muchacha, holding her sword out, looks at Robin with a weird expression.

MUCHACHA: What the hell are you on about?

ROBIN: You do NOT want to know! What we need to do right now, is get rid of these bozos before–

A spear is shot right between where they’re standing, reeling the ships closer to one another.

ROBIN: That, before that.

The people would climb onto the ship with a plank, drawing their blades towards Kahron and his crew. Soon enough the captain of the opposing ship would walk out.

CAPTAIN: Good afternoon, gentlemen. Now that we have the formalities out of the way, leave this vessel or suffer greatly.

ROBIN: Guessing you’re the captain of this here “merry crew”?

CAPTAIN: You’d be correct, bird boy.

Amara would start chuckling, and this would be the first time that Nico saw her do this.

CAPTAIN: And what’s so funny, fish-looking thing?

MUCHACHA: Oh you know. The funny thing is, that you think we give in that easely.

CAPTAIN: … what?

As he said that, the daughter of Shao Kahn drew her sword, slicing a pirate’s head off. Robin jumps back to the other half of the ship, taking out his phone and playing a sick toon to fight to. He takes out his daggers, stabbing and slicing men left and right. Kahron’s crew is trying to get away from the bloodshed if possible, because they left they’re weapons below the deck. While Muchacha slays the pirates with minimal issues, Robin flips around, kicking and stabbing jobbers wherever he can.

CAPTAIN: They’re killing you bozo’s! Do something useful for once!

Muchacha, pulling her sword out of a dude, heared Robin’s music and is confused but intrigued.

ROBIN: You like it? Its Earthrealm music.

MUCHACHA: I don’t quite understand it, but I find it amusing. When we’re done, show me more of this music.

She says, as her sword slices across the chest of a pirate, and the caped crusader wipes blood off his dagger.

ROBIN: Will do, chief.

As the two stab and slash along, Muchacha was kicked in the stomach by the captain, seeing as most of, if not, all of the pirates were either injured, killed or tossed into the sea.

CAPTAIN: Well, seeing as I can only rely on myself, I’ll do just that to kill you two.

As he did that, Nico’s favourite song kicked in, hyping him up immensly.

ROBIN: Oh, ho ho. Alright, buddy, now you fucked up, PROPER!

Robin would run up to the pirate, doing a back handspring into a double twist, and landing on his chest, fliping back and kicking him in the face. Lighting his daggers on fire, he starts beating on the captain with every imaginable attack possible, wether its kicking, or punching, not minding if he breaks his bones, he would kick him to the plank he boarded Kahron’s ship on. 

ROBIN: hope you’re ready for a fatal blow, bastard, ‘cuz I sure as hell am.

He throws his daggers at the pirate’s chest, drop kicking them through and guiding them above them. He then kicked him into the air, and with a snap of his fingers, the daggers launched downwards, stabbing his chest and wind pipe and droping him on the floor. Muchacha gets up and leans on the guardrail to see what happens, and what happens is Robin picks up the captain and tosses him into the Sea Of Souls.

MUCHACHA: Woah…

ROBIN: Impressive, right? Now, you oka–

His sentance was interupted by the board breaking and Robin almost falling into the Sea Of Souls.

MUCHACHA: ROBIN!

She says, as she grabs his wrist as and looks down upon him before he falls into the sea. Robin looks down to the sea with great fear and then looks back up at Amara. She pulls him up, while Robin pushes off the side of the ship with his feet to get back up on the deck.

MUCHACHA: Don’t worry about me. What about you?

ROBIN: I’m, fine, i hesitate to say. My anger took over me, I don’t know what happened.

MUCHACHA: Well for one, you killed the captain, and almost lost the chance to interrogate these fools about why they attacked us, which is why i left one alive. But also, did you do that because you… cared for me?

Nico, scratches the back of his head, thinking of something to say.

ROBIN: Well, you ever heard the phrase “I’d kill for you”?

MUCHACHA: Ooh, fun.

ROBIN: Don’t get too excited, we still don’t want people to draw us together like we’re a couple. Don’t ask me what I'm talking about, you DON’T want to know!

The two turned to the pirate on the ground, preparing to interrogate him

MUCHACHA: So, how do we do this?

ROBIN: How about some “good cop, bad cop”?

MUCHACHA: How’s that work?

ROBIN: Good cop is acting nice to the criminal, whilst the bad cop is more violent. When I say that, I don’t mean stab him in the brain, I mean threaten him at worst.

MUCHACHA: Understood.

They walk up to the criminal at sea, ready to ask him some questions. Muchacha pulls out her sword, pointing it at his neck.

MUCHACHA: WHO SENT YOU!!!

Robin slowly pushes her aside.

ROBIN: I’ll take care of this. Spill the tea, bud, who sent you and your mostly dead buddies?

PIRATE: Well, I was gonna tell her anyways but you’re quite nice so I'll tell you willingly.

Robin eyes Muchacha, who then rolls her eyes.

PIRATE: We were sent to stop you by a wizard by the name of Xandras. I only know he doesn’t want his work undisturbed, and that he has some boy captive that he needs for some devious plan or something, I don't know further.

Robin and Muchacha exchange a look, both thinking the same thing. They look back at the pirate.

MUCHACHA: Where's he located? Give me coordinates. Now. Or I'll make sure you won't be able to swim away from this ship. And that's a promise.

PIRATE: H-He's on an island, about 10-15 kilometers South from here?

the caped crusader put his hand on the pirate's shoulder, smiling under his mask.

ROBIN: Thank you, friend. You've been of great help. Muchacha? He's all yours.

Muchacha, grinning and showing her sharp teeth, cracks her knuckles and the pirate gulps.

[the-crystal-one]

Nicest Kids in Town!

~Baltimore 1960~

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, MotorMouth Maybelle was in her kitchen whipping up breakfast for the three lights of her life: Seaweed, Inez, and Sandra.

"Now I know y'all ain't still sleepin' , we got a big day ahead of us!" Maybelle called out as she began to set the table. Footsteps came from the backroom, all different patterns. The first being heavy but smooth, Seaweed appeared as dapper as usual and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Aw come on now mama, you know you can't rush perfection."

"Which is why she told you to hurry up." A higher voice came up behind him, Inez, the youngest. Seaweed turned his head to mock her and crouched, threatening to chase her.

"Now you two cut it out, Mama is tryin' to cook for y'all, sit down somewhere." A soft, musical voice came into the jumble of the kitchen. Sandra Stubbs, the oldest of the three sat in her usual spot while she watched her siblings follow suit. Maybelle sauntered over to her eldest and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Good mornin' suga, you gon' leave ya hair like that for the day?" She motioned to the robust head of hair, shaped into a puff that sat wide and proud on her daughter's shoulders. Sandra shook her head, sipping the previously placed water, "No ma'am. Don't you worry, I'll have it nice and laid down for you all nice for the show." You see, Sandra knew what to say to ease her mother's mind, but she was also at the age where she could express herself the way she wanted. She would leave her hair up and out for school, then quickly slick it back in an "acceptable" manner in time for their debut.

"Well, as long as you're sure, now you three eat up, the bus will be here in a little." Maybelle laid the plate of bacon, waffles and brown sugar oatmeal on the table.

~A couple of minutes later~

"And don't forget, the show starts at-" Maybelle started as her children entered the not so sturdy looking bus, "We know ma'!" The three exclaimed back as the doors closed. Upon entering, Seaweed was greeted by other boys with loud exclamations, slaps on the palm and pats on the back. Inez was greeted by other girls with squeals of excitement and heavy waves. Sandra was greeted by both females and males with the same phrase, "Hey Saucy!" or "Oh here comes Ms.Saucy!"

Sandra scoffed at them and waved them off, offering some waves here and there, knowing that they were all just having fun. "Saucy? Why Saucy?" Well, Sandra is one of the smoothest singers on the South side of Baltimore. Women and men alike could sit around her for hours on end, listening to her melodic voice hypnotize their troubles away. Her voice came out so smooth is was like silk- no, Sauce. Hence the name, Saucy.

Once they had finally arrived to school, each and every child filed out of the bus, entering the building from the backdoor. Sandra's mood went from Cloud Nine to rock bottom. She hated how they were all treated, just because of their skin. There wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it, as she did so she walked to class. But it wouldn't be in true Stubbs' fashion to walk into the dull place of learning without trying to liven up the moods of her literal and metaphorical brothers and sister. So what did she do?

"I've got sunshiiiiine, on a cloudy day~," She started as she practically floated down the hallway, "When it's cold outside,I've got the month of May,~" Seaweed turned his head away from his friends to see his sister, in her usual chipper mood, "Girl you betta stop." She grabbed the hand of her brother and began to dance with him, "Come on baby brother, sing witcha sister." She looked into his eyes and smiled widely. "Wh-...fine Fine! WeEELL! I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way?" He spun his sister in a circle and seemingly everyone's mood lifted up, but not higher than Sandra's.

"MY GIIIIIRL MY GIRL, MY GIRL!! TALKIN BOUT MYYYYY GIIIIIIRL." The hallway erupted with voices, on and off key, high and low.

Sandra did a small riff before hearing the school bell ring and released her brother, hip bumping him, "3:00 little brother." She stepped into a classroom only to be met with one of her teachers, "Ms.Stubbs, you are late, that is a detention." He began to write her a slip. "Oh Mr.Ichbad, I was just outside with my brother, we did have to walk all the way around to get to our door on account of-" He didn't speak another word, but he did manage to shove that slip into her hand. She had just started her day, not even sitting in her seat yet, and received a detention.

'Well...that's a way to start a Monday.' she thought to herself as she strolled back into the hallway, making her way to the detention room.

(ALLLL RIGHTY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!) ~Chapter 2~

[airbendertendou]

Hello <3!!

Can I request for Murayama (H&L)?

♥︎Angel [21] [22]

Angel! Reader comforting Murayama after he lose his job in that one eps (H&L The Worst)?

Have a nice day! Thank you! :D

seki had called you earlier, whispering as yelling could be heard in the background. you thought there was a fight at first - but it was just your beloved murayama expressing his emotions the only way he knew how. seki let out a sigh, “he lost his job again. he’s not good with authority, you know? doesn’t like when people tell him what to do.”

“think i can help?” you frown. an idea had come to you - stop by oya high and bring some snacks for the others and dinner for yourself and murayama. “he hates talking about it, but maybe he will this time.”

“he’ll talk with you out of everyone. see you soon - be careful.”

the trashed hallways of oya high greeted you, full time students stepping away and parting the crowds for you as you walked by. murayama had only threatened them once to not touch you - one example was all it took for you to be left alone. furuya took the bags you held, smiling before directing you to where murayama had hidden away.

the destruction was immediately evident. books were ripped in half ; desks smashed and chair folded in two ; papers littered the floor and walls had fist-sized holes in them. you let out a low whistle, getting murayama’s attention instantly. “bad day?”

murayama frowns, sitting up from where he’d been sprawled out on the floor. “did they really call you to come calm me down? unbelievable assholes. next time they-”

the thunk of you setting down your takeout boxes interrupted murayama’s rant. smiling at him stiffly, you took your time separating your food from his, distributing it on a cleared, cleaner part of the floor before you sat down. when he didn’t move, you looked at him blankly, “not going to eat? i can go find kiyoshi or yasushi. i’m sure they’re hungry.”

“whatever.” murayama lets out a huff, sitting himself across from you. angrily, he stuffs the food into his mouth at a rapid speed. you pause your motions and really look at him - the crinkle between his brows and the glower on his lips. murayama is still grumbling to himself as he finished eating.

you open your arms silently, waiting only a second before murayama dives into your arms. the oversized shirt you’re wearing is lifted as he stuffs his head inside, laying his ear directly on your heartbeat. the relaxtion he feels is shown by the content sigh he releases and how his stiffened body melts against your own.

you rub your shirt where his head is, pursing your lips in thought. “want to talk about it?” murayama shakes his head no, wrapping his arms tighter around your hips. “okay, we don’t have to talk right now. but, we do need to work on controlling that temper of yours, hm?”

murayama lets out a grunt, biting your collarbone - you let out a shriek and swat at his head. you stroke his head again, bending awkwardly to press a kiss there. “i’m sorry this keeps happening. you deserve better. you deserve more. you’ll find a good job soon - one that you like and one that’ll stick.”

“want to have a stable income,” it’s a quiet, whine-like sound. murayama rubs his face into your sternum and you swear you can feel his aggravated tears building up. “want to buy us a house. want to spoil you and settle down. ‘m tryin’ but it’s not workin’.”

you let out a hum, somehow bringing the boy closer to you. pressing another kiss to his covered head, you smile. “while that all sounds so, so nice - you’re more important. if you don’t like your job, you don’t have to do it. we can get a nice, proper house whenever - can settle and move on and whatever else whenever. you don’t need to be stressed right now - you need to be happy and healthy.”

a sniffle is all you get in response before a tentative kiss is placed on your heart. murayama’s speech is still broken and odd as he perks up again. “love you. so glad you’re here. so lucky to have you. my angel.”

i hope this was okay <3 idk where my mind went for this but hehe murayama’s harem : @star2fishmeg , @straysugzhpe , @rouzuchan <<33 request yours here | read more

[pitgritted]

There's a quiet, ALMOST unperceivable rustle as the small, folded piece of paper makes it's way under his door. Kayn eyes it from across the room, absolutely CERTAIN whatever is written on it isn't worth reading— the muffled laughter from the other side only furthers his suspicion. Eventually his curiosity gets the better of him as he opens the POORLY folded square; the inside just as he expected, three hastily scribbled words written in a strange red-ish purple crayon that could only be Sett's. ❝ I'm gonna.... pre ??? ❞ he reads aloud before tossing the STUPID scrap in the trash. After a moment, his brain catches up and he's flinging his door open, screaming down the hall in way Yone would most definitely NOT approve of— ❝ WAIT. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?!? ❞

𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 .                                           obvious  dents  made  headway  for  the  paper’s  veneer  ,  but  not  too  terribly  noticeable  to  cause  damage  to  the  note  haphazardly  written  within  .  HEARTSTEEL’s  founder  strides  through  the  small  hallway  ,  interconnecting  to  various  rooms  .  a  little  place  ,  he  ,  at  the  expense  of  alune  &  k’sante’s  mercy  ,  would  suit  better  for  the  band  when  it  came  to  getting  work  done  &  in  dire  need  for  future  travel  .  but  that's  besides  the  point  here  .

sett  combs  fingers  through  his  thick  curls  ,  an  upturned  smile  mounted  on  the  singer’s  face  .  fangs  dipping  beyond  his  maw  proudly  .  the  walk  from  his  bedroom  to  kayn’s  wasn’t  far  .  in  fact  he  had  just  gotten  off  a  discord  meeting  in  the  beefy  -  boys  chat  earlier  ,  so  he  knows  kayn  is  still  muscling  around  in  that  room  .

well  —  it  was  a  meeting  strictly  between  him  &  k’sante  ,  talking  about  new  regimes  for  their  bodies  [  ;  ]  always  keeping  them  on  their  heels  &  not  getting  used  to  the  old  stuff  .  his  biceps  flex  &  he  inhales  impatiently  at  the  thought  .  kayn  just  happened  to  come  in  unannounced  .  ❝  why  not  have  a  little  fun  ,  eh  ?  ❞  a  deep  chortle  followed  .

                                           his  ears  were  raised  &  attentive  ,  kneeling  down  before  kayn’s  door  &  using  his  thumb  to  push  the  small  rectangular  paper  underneath  the  groove  separating  it  from  the  floor  .  retracing  his  hand  to  tap  tendrils  against  the  door  .  ❝  here’s  ’yer  mail  kayn  -  !  don’t  make  me  deliver  ‘yer  stuff  again  ,  i  ain’t  your  personal  message  man  -  !  ❞  he  feigns  annoyance  in  his  voice  ,  quickly  making  his  heel  turn  .  lone  fingers  fumble  with  the  hem  of  his  shirt  ,  lifting  up  to  scratch  his  lower  abdomen  .  this  time  a  laugh  bellows  .

he  doesn’t  expect  the  loud  thud  to  reverberate  in  the  hallway  followed  by  kayn’s  nasally  shrill  of  a  scream  .  sett  feels  tears  edge  at  his  eyelids  ,  &  his  mouth  separates  in  the  widest  grin  as  a  wheezed  laugh  comes  from  him  .  ❝  you  know  what  it  damn  well  means  if  ‘yer  tryin’  to  wake  up  mom  ,  kayn  —  !!!  hah  !!  ❞

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Update of life, I guess.

Been lookin for a job and tryin to cash out my check to pay rent (that was due two days ago) which I just found out you need a ‘authorisation code’ to fill it out (since I was ALSO given a blank check EVEN THOUGH he told me ‘this is your check’ with NO explanation WHATSOEVER and NO “authorisation code” to fill it in.)

That's ALL I needed to get my money and he told my roommate that he “doesn't know the code”, but he'll “reach out to payroll in order to gain more information.” He “suggested” to call the card company (I was also given a card to activate and set up to get my money, but I don't have an actual bank and didn't want this card for it) or the number that is on the back of the card.

He also said that ‘If I had the card set up in the beginnin of employment they might have set up a code already then.’

BITCH I DIDN'T WANT THAT CARD IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THIS FUCKIN DIDN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS IF YOU JUST KEPT THE DIRECT DEPOSIT FOR MY LAST CHECK IN THE FIRST FUCKIN PLACE

BUT NO, MY LIFE CAN'T BE FUCKIN EASY FOR ME

ON TOP OF THAT

I'm movin at the end of this month, my roommate wants to live by herself and not with me anymore cause of her fuckin bullshit that keeps pissin me off (in other posts like this, just click on the ‘personal’ tag, and you'll see what I mean) cause it's “better off this way”.

I'm basically physically disabled cause of the car crash (not legally, cause it “doesn't count” and it's “not enough” to get on disability for it) who can't do a lot (move quickly, bend down, lift up heavy shit cause of the scar, etc) so I CAN'T financially and physically support myself like that.

PLUS, most of the shit in the house is my twin’s and late roommate's that they left when my twin went back home and late roommate ran off with the girl he chose over my twin. AND both of their cats (we had four, but FINALLY got rid of the two boys that were causin so much damage and shit) that was basically given to me to take care of and my twin’s tarantula (WHICH I'M FUCKIN TERRIFIED OF, CAUSE I HAVE ARACHNOPHOBIA AND THEY KNOW THIS)

So, I might be homeless with two cats and a lot of shit that I have no idea where to put, cause my roommate doesn't want to live with me anymore at the end of this month :))))))))))

I objected to this and told her that she was fuckin me over and that's when the waterworks comes out AGAIN, sayin that she didn't want to fuck me over, but that's EXACTLY what she's fuckin doin.

She's still thinkin bout it and I don't have enough time for that shit, even though I KNOW she's not goin to leave cause of this situation.

I just wanted to be here with my twin, and it turned into this bullshit of two years and continuin. They went back home when I'm now stuck up here full of the mentality of “fight or flight” and “every man for himself”.

On top of all of this shit, there's no food that's mine in the house (all of the food is my roommate's and I'm NOT that type of asshole to eat others foods if I didn't buy it; even though SHE does that with MY food and let's it go to waste if she doesn't put it up, like she NEVER does, but ONLY to HER food. I'm just hungry and waitin to get this damn code for the past two damn days.

I'LL TRY TO PAY BACK AS FAST AS I CAN WHEN I GET A NEW JOB AND PAID

I JUST NEED 10$ FOR FOOD FOR TODAY CAUSE I HAVEN'T LITERALLY EATEN IN TWO DAYS I PROMISE I'LL PAY BACK

$Gerard45 is my Cash App

Even if I don't get any bones for food, I just wanted to rant bout all of this bullshit

[allwaswell16]

Hey, hi, hello Anitra! I heard that you have written a long fic this year. Where, how, when? So, so happy! Wish you all the best with it! When is the next snippet time? And how are you doing otherwise? Have a proper Louis hug and thank you for being here!

Hi, anon! I have written a long (for me) fic! It's 78k so it's about the same length as the longest one I've ever written. It'll be posted on Monday, June 27 for the @1daboficfest ! I'm doing pretty well...I didn't actually mean to write anything this long so it's put me behind schedule on the other fics I'm writing but it is what it is. Thank you for the Louis hug! And there's no set next snippet time, so here's a bit of my a/b/o pirate au for you, anon!

“Do you know what will happen to Liam if he helps you escape? Listen, none of us want to see you suffering, Harry, but if he helps you, he’s gonna end up on the end of a rope. Do you hear what I’m saying? He’ll be hanged.”

“I hear you,” Harry muttered. “If I decide to swim for the mainland, I won’t even ask him to point due north.”

Niall let out a loud cackle. “Andy, you don’t suppose our Harry’s tryin’ to be sarcastic, is he?

“He’s spending too much time with Zayn.” Liam grinned. “Poor Squirrel is gonna keel over with all this commotion. Though of course I don’t mind Harry throwing himself at me.”

“I’ve seen bait fish with bigger brains than you. Just ‘cause you’re a favourite, don’t mean they won’t hang ya. You’re not a whaler anymore, boy. This is a son of an omega bitchin’ pirate ship. P—Y—R—ach, never mind.” Niall shoved at Liam’s chest before turning back to Harry. “As for you, Harry—

“Wait!” Andy hissed. “Someone’s coming. Everyone act like nothing’s happened!”

Liam grabbed the chair and set it at the table, sitting down in it. Niall dove into the chair opposite him. Andy pushed Harry into the window bench, scooping up Squirrel with his other hand. 

“We’ll keep your guilty little secret,” Andy whispered in a hiss. “But don’t try asking Liam to help you escape again or I’ll tell Louis you’ve been trying to coerce him. You’ll end your days here locked up so tight you won’t be able to bat your eyelashes at nobody.”

Harry tried to give him a mutinous look, but in all honesty he just felt terrified. It must have shown because Andy’s stern look turned into one of concern. Harry glared at him and then looked away just as Louis opened the door to the cabin.

Liam and Niall had begun constructing a tower with the playing cards, speaking in jovial tones as though they’d never had such fun. Harry cringed at the way Liam gave Louis his most innocent gaze. They were both overplaying their roles. Louis walked over to Liam, lifting the tear in his shirt from where Niall had grabbed him. Louis then looked at Harry as he spoke. 

“What do we have here? Have you children been fighting?”

Niall cleared his throat. “A bit, yeah. Liam and I had words over a hand of cards is all. You know how I get when I ain’t winning. But we’re fine now building this ah—”

Liam grinned. “Card palace.”

“They’re trying to impress us with their erections,” Andy said, clearly trying to lighten Louis’ mood. “Would you like to try your hand at it?”

“No. Perhaps next time. The competition is a bit—”

“Stiff?” Niall asked with a wink.

[obaby-me]

Your writing's really good! (~^-^)~* Can I get strong MC carrying their demon around bridal style?? (just an idea but imagine Levi being carried by MC in his favorite male character/ruri's cosplay :o, and for Belphie, maybe, him falling asleep during movie night or smth and MC just casually scooping him up to get him to his room?? For Mammon maybe rescuing him and running away from witches?) but u can think of smth by yourself ^^ can't wait :D

Thank you for the compliment anon. ♡

Manhandle the boys?  I got ya covered.  You had some great ideas, by the way.  These turned into basically mini-stories.

Lucifer

“Chicken fight?” Diavolo asked you with a glint in his eye, always eager to learn more of the human world.

“It’s a pool game, where two people carry two other people and try to push the carried person off their person.”  You explained, or rather tried to.  Even for a mostly sober Lucifer, the explanation was a mess.  A tipsy Diavolo found it impossible.

“Show me,” Diavolo asked. “Just show me.”

“It takes a minimum of 4 to play.  And it’s done in a pool.”  You laughed.

“You can’t do it outside of a pool?”  Diavolo whined with a frown.

Never wanting to disappoint, you quietly considered it.  “I mean…” Your eyes travelled to Lucifer, lighting up in a way the Avatar of Pride knew meant trouble.  But with a shake of his head, knowing what was to come, he stood from his seat, and rotated his shoulders.  Carrying you would be a simple task for him.

“If you can lift Barbatos, and I lift Lucifer, we could do a little demonstration.  But we can’t actually play.  Without the water it’s like, dangerous.”  You suggest.

“Lift me?”  Scoffed Lucifer, looking a little incredulous, while a delighted Diavolo barked out a laugh.

“Okay!”  The prince agreed enthusiastically.  His gold eyes flitting to the avatar of pride giving a silent, mortifying, order that sealed Lucifer’s fate.

Groaning into his drink, Lucifer quickly chugged down the last of his drink.  You kneeled down to the floor, and Diavolo followed suit, as you instructed Barbatos how to climb on to Diavolo’s back.

“Like this?”

“Yes!”  You nodded happily.  “Lucifer, your turn!  Hop on.”

The word no sat on his tongue but Diavolo’s expecting gaze wouldn’t allow for the word to pass his lips.  “Perhaps I ought to be the one to—”

Suddenly one of his legs was yanked out from under him as you swung it over one side of you.  You made no move to grab the other.  “Stop worrying.  I can lift you easy!”  You assured him with a cocky grin.

“I don’t know—”

When you ignored his protests and attempted shift yourself between his legs to grip the remaining foot tethering him to the ground, in fear of losing his balance, Lucifer finally complied.  He threw his leg over your shoulder, gripping on to your head and wrapping his thighs about your neck.  He shot a glare at his liege.  If you broke your neck, he refused to be held responsible.

To his surprise however, you stood straight up with ease, balancing him on your shoulders.  He was rather impressed.  Though that was sort of overridden by his unease at the sudden lack of control he had by being on your shoulders.

“Okay, now in a pool, Barbatos and Lucifer would have to shove each other off.”

A look of determination flashed across Diavolo’s face, and it took all three, Lucifer, Barbatos, and you to reiterate that this was not a game that could be played outside of the water.

Mammon

The witches call at the most inconvenient times.  But Mammon knows he must answer.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in apology to you as he dropped the shopping bags he’d been carrying into your arms.  “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

“Should we call someone first before you go?”  You asked, waving a hand at the plaza that surrounded you filled with demons.   Eyes flickered towards you occasionally, however they quickly averting upon recognizing the Lord of Greed.

He didn’t have time, but he also knew you were right.  Groaning and grumbling he texted a request to his brother’s chat for someone to come and get you.

But there was no immediate response.  Calls to several of the brothers also went unanswered—even when you made the calls.  Mammon grew impatient—because he knew the witches were too.

“Looks like I’ll just have to take ya with me,” he sighed.  “Ground rules, first.”  Looking serious and he holds his fingers up, “Don’t say anything,” he begins, dropping one finger. “Don’t touch anything.  Anything I say, ya agree with.  Anything I tell you to do, you do—no questions.  If I say run, run.”

You looked nervous—as you should be, so was he.  It was a bad idea to take you.  But it’s a worse idea to leave you alone.

Seeing the witches generally made Mammon a little queasy—but he can handle anything they throw at him. It’s you he worries about.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you worry, human. The GREAT Mammon won’t let anything happen you,” he said with a grin, trying to rid you of your worries.  You give him a small smile in return and he throws an arm around your shoulder as he begins to lead you away.

Meeting with witches didn’t seem to terrify you as they invited the two of you in for tea and treats. Mammon however, declined for the two of you, getting right to the point of their requests.  They made their demands rather politely, but the undertones of a threat obviously present.

The nature of their demands however, no matter how honeyed the language, were insane.  Limos, and dresses, and jewelry, and tools used by witches, made of luxury woods and metals.

“There’s no way I can get all this!”  Mammon shouted as he estimated the total.

“You can, and you will. We trust you’ll find a way,” one of them said sternly.

Another slid herself to your side, an arm drifting to wrap about your waist.  “And while you do so, we’ll just enjoy some tea with—”

“Don’t you touch my human,” hissed Mammon.  His eye flit to you, a dangerous glint in them, and he nods his head to the door in a silent order.

“Don’t you talk that way to us,” another witch hissed in return.

“Your pact is with me, not—” Mammon started to argue in return.

“Yes, it is.”  One witch calmly stated, “and by our pact, I order you to—”

Before her order could be completed, she was thrown back, the literal rug ripped out from under her. Mammon’s eyes widened and turned to see the edge of the floormat sitting in your hands.

“Time to go,” you told him.

Suddenly laid out over your shoulder, hefted about like a sack of potatoes as you ran the two of you of the building.

Mammon wasn’t sure how to feel.  He was surprised, that was for sure.  Thankful to some degree, but humiliated as well—for being the one in need of saving, for the way he was being carried (ass up).  And though he dared not admit, turned on.  He could only hope you were too busy running the two of you out of trouble to notice him at half-mast.

Leviathan

A convention has come to the Devildom and ecstatic was a massive understatement.  When the convention was announced months back, Levi was already including it in every conversation somehow.  As the weeks grew closer, his fanaticism was getting so out of control Lucifer banned him from bringing it up in the group chat, the dining table, and specifically, in Lucifer’s presence.

“Today’s the day!” Shouted Levi, as was his morning ritual of the countdown.  While he was not technically in the dining room, everyone could hear him from his room. Annoyed but relieved that finally the day had come that perhaps he’d finally shut up about it, the brothers gave a sigh of relief.

“Come on, come on, Normie!” He pounded at your door.  “We have a very strict schedule to keep!”

“Levi, you sound like Lucifer.  Give me some time to get dressed!  Honestly, if you’re this excited you might accidentally transform.”  You scolded him with laughter dancing behind your door—still refusing him entry to drag you out.  “It’ll ruin your cosplay if you do you know.  Have you even gotten changed yet?”

“I will once we eat breakfast.  I don’t want anything to get stained.  And you shouldn’t either!  Come on out!”

“Levi, I’m already half into the costume.  You want me to come out there half naked?”

Levi blushed at the thought. “N-no!  Just take it off, normie.  Get changed after!  We need a perfect picture together as Henry and the Lord of Shadows!  And we can’t have one if you’ve got food all over it.”

He heard you sigh and grumble, but he knew he was getting his way.  You had been supportive of all his enthusiasm, despite the numerous reprimanding your received from his brothers for “encouraging” and “enabling” his behavior.  You always had his back, just like Henry.

Why, you even agreed to cosplay as his Henry to his Lord of Shadows!  He thought he was having the most blissful heart attack when you suggested it.  You suggested to be his Henry.  

He could hardly wait to see you dressed, but the reveal was something he would savor, dressed in his own costume.  And it would be worth it.  Additionally, once he got his picture of the two of you in your perfectly pristine cosplays, he would be posting it and using it everywhere.  As his profile pictures, in his icons, framed in his room. He had it all planned out.

He rushed you through breakfast, through packing, and through the door.  But you took it all with a smile.  He knew you weren’t as excited about the convention as he was, but the fact that you had the patience to put up with him on this day meant the world to him. He’d already put some Grimm aside to buy you whatever you wanted at the convention as a gift of thanks.

The line was agonizingly long, even with his pre-purchased pass, and changing into your cosplays in your shared hotel room took a while more than expected.  He missed an early morning panel and went hysterical.

“Levi, you’ll ruin your cosplay if you transform,” you warn him again from the bathroom as you adjusted make up on your face to get some details just perfect for your Henry imitation.

“We should have gotten here sooner!”  He complained.  “We should have-“

“Levi, I’m ready.” You called out, interrupting him before he could rant any further.

He swallowed hard, eager to see the result.

You looked perfect.

“Well?”  You asked as you gave a small twirl for him to let him see it in whole.

“Every detail i-is, is—” His heart raced, his face reddened. It was not that your outfit was revealing, but you were cute.  You were really cute.  You were cute and in cosplay with him, for him.  It was just an outfit, but the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overwhelmed, practically in tears.  Too overwhelmed, really.

He passed right out.

When he finally woke up, he realized he was slung over your back, carried through the convention halls. “W-what is happening?”  He screeched in embarrassment into your ear.

You faltered and nearly dropped him.  Quickly you adjusted him, bouncing him with your grip on thighs to get him balanced properly against you again.  “Don’t shout,” you hissed your ear ringing painfully.

“The next panel was about to start and I couldn’t let you to miss it.”  You explained as you trudged along to your next destination.  “You’ve been looking forward to this one most of all.”

Touched by the sentiment, Levi tucked his burning face into your shoulder mumbling ‘thank you’s and praises that you were a perfect Henry.

Satan

The Devildom archive is massive, and yet given its size it is still overfilled with books and shelves that line the walls up to his high ceilings.  Tall ladders that slide across the rooms on tracks in front of the shelves, to allow easy maneuvering are available, but not many.

“I can see it just there,” frowned Satan as he stared up at the dusty covered volume, embossed letters with faded and chipped gold foil labelling its spine.

On his tiptoes, reaching upwards, his fingers just barely above the shelf and his fingers graze the binding, only to push it further back on to the shelf and out of his reach.  He cursed.

“I’ll have to fetch a ladder,” he spat, turning his from side to side to spot on.  On the farthest ends of either side of him he could see a few unoccupied steps.  The trek just to fetch the damned things was an exercise in itself.  Why the hell was the archive this size with so few ladders between them?  Or rather, why wouldn’t they restrict ladders to certain sections?  Why did they have to make the process so difficult?

“Seems hardly worth the effort,” you commented, as you slipped your arms around his waist.

The action was sudden, but welcomed.  Having you wrapped about him was instantly soothing, and his temper dropped immediately. He sighed, letting out the tension, and his hand came to rest on yours.  “To get as perfect score on this essay, all efforts are worthwhile.  This time I will be top Lucifer’s standing for sure.”  He said with a nod.

With a light blush, he pushed his fingers between your digits in an attempt to hold your hand, but your hands instead tightened and gripped tight together, as if rejecting him.

Actually, your entire hold on him tightened.  His eyebrows furrowed curiously.

Next thing he knew, his feet were no longer on the ground.  His first instinct was to struggle as he was suddenly lifted into the air.  “What do you think you’re doing?”  He whisper-shouted, wide eyes trying to peer at your face behind him, rage rising with his embarrassment.

“I’m just helping!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek into his back in a reassuring gesture.  “Can you reach your book now?”

“Ah, right,” he muttered, his face heating to a deeper red as he hastily tore the book from the shelf and patted at your arm to let him down.  “A little warning next time,” he chastised with a small smile, his anger clearly evident in the way he punctuated his request.

You gave a quick “sorry” but your smile showed no real apology.  Well, he’ll have to wretch a real one out of you in a bout of punishment later.  He hoped you’ll be looking forward to it as much he was thinking of it.

Asmodeus

Your ball ensemble for Diavolo’s ball was magnificent, and Asmo, as your date wore its perfect match.  He could not be prouder of his efforts to make you both look stunning for your evening out.  He designed the outfits himself, weeks before, and today he’d spent all day preparing the two of you—hair, make up, nails, last minute tailoring.  It had been exhausting, but it was well worth it.

All eyes were on the two of you the moment you’d entered the room, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Not that it was unusual for people to stare at him—but tonight, you were on his arm, and he felt a sense of pride that was new to him.

Because I have you. And they can only dream to.

It took a few drinks to loosen you up to the idea of dancing.

“Just one song,” he begged throughout the evening.

You smiled and promised him just the one, and at three drinks, he had finally could lead you to the dance floor for at least a slow one.  Having you in his arms was a delight, though you seemed so focused on your dancing that you were forgetting to have a good time yourself.

To lighten the mood, he made it a point to spin you, and then himself, rocking together with you before repeating the process.  A spin for you, a spin for him.  The two of you looked childish, almost ridiculous.  The type of dancing a 5-year-old’s interpretation of a fairytale dance. Asmo, a man of allure and the pinnacle of sexy, was happy to play goofy if it meant making you smile.

It took another drink to get you on the floor again, but this time it was song that was much more upbeat.  There was less concern in you now for your steps, a little sloppy, but full of joy, which is all Asmo wants.  He gave you a cocky grin before lifting you slightly into the air and spun you.

Your laughter was the best song all night.

Much to his surprise, you locked your hands on to his waist and lifted him in return, mimicking his spin. Giggling in the thrill.  Almost like a child, he asked for another spin and another, posing each time he was held up high for all to see until the song ended.

“Let’s see what else we can do with that strength of yours,” he panted, catching what breath he’d been losing in all his laughter.

“This one’s a bit of a slower one,” you commented.  “Spinning might be—”

“Oh, no, honey.  We’re done with dancing.”

Beelzebub

Beel’s a quiet guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affectionate.  He was a hugger and he different types of hugs for different occasions.

He gave short but firm for hellos.  He held a little longer for good byes.  Thank you’s were half hugs and pats on the back.  And I’m sorry’s were engulfing but gentle, never imposing.  For comfort, he was

But this hug was a new one. It wasn’t one he’d ever given you before.  And it wasn’t one his brothers had ever seen him do since he’d been down in the Devildom—not since Lilith.

He’d been gone for about five days—given some business direct from Diavolo to handle an incident on the other side of the Devildom with Lucifer in tow.  Lucifer returned early, but Beel remained for two days more.

When Beel finally lumbered through the door relieved to be home.  He was chilled from the rain pouring outside, hungrier than he’d ever felt in the past two decades, and in desperate need of some time to relax.

The first thing he heard was the patter of footsteps, running to meet his arrival.

“Beel, welcome home!” You shouted from the top of the stairs, laughing heartily as you came down to meet him quick as you could. Trailing behind you came Belphie, eager to meet him, but slowed down by his sin to reach him as fast as you did.

It was as if his exhaustion disappeared at seeing your smile, and your rush to meet him was so endearing, it warmed him—at least his face—instantly.

“Glad to be back,” he said with nod, opening his arms.

To his surprise you launched yourself into him, the momentum knocking into him.  To keep balance, he gave you a spin, chuckling at your excitement.

“I missed you!”  You shouted as he spun you about.

“I missed you too.”

He held you tight against him, and in response to his grip, you gripped him tightly back.

It’s an affectionate game of mimicry you two play often.  If you tap a beat on his hand, he’ll tap it back with an addition.  If you give him a kiss, he’ll give you two.  Back and forth until one of you gives.  It was a game generally played behind closed doors, but this was a special occasion—he missed you too much.  Now it was game of who can give a tighter hug.

And he was determined to win.

He adjusted his arms around you to hold you just a little lower—and then lifted you off the ground.  You giggled, pleased.  It was only for a moment before he set you down.  He grinned at you.

But his smile soon turned to shock when you in turn put your arms about his waist, lifting him and spinning.

Too stunned to respond, Beel lost the round.

“Never expected that out of you,” whistled an impressed Belphie, having finally descended down the stairs.

Beel could only nod, wide eyed in agreement.

You gave him a cocky grin, planting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest with pride.  Beel too beamed with pride at his partner’s strength.  He begins to invite you to workouts together, curious to see just how much you could lift.

Belphegor

Movie nights followed a very specific pattern.  It was a scramble to get the boys together, and just when you think you’ve settled in, someone remembers something they’ve forgotten:  popcorn, blankets, phones, chips, drinks, coasters, pillows.  And of course, the matter of seating arrangements was always a battle.  You had your designated seat, but the demons around you didn’t—each fought to take the seats beside you in some way shape or form.

“You had your turn last week!”  Fumed Levi, glaring daggers at his younger brother Belphie.

It did little to persuade the seventh born who seemed to instead nuzzled his face deeper into your lap, a hint of a teasing smirk his only answer.

Grumbles and protests eventually died down as Lucifer threatened each one into settling in.  Finally, they could all relax as the movie began to roll.

Lucifer fell asleep midway through.  Mammon and Levi shouted out quotes in bouts of laughter.  Satan shushed his elder brothers, and Asmo sighed and provided commentary on outfits and hair styles.  Beel ate most of the popcorn and chips, munching away happily.  Belphegor managed to last to its ending, but the minute the lights were brought back up, he went right to sleep, skipping the inevitable post-movie debates and commentaries by his brothers.

As it grew later into the evening, the boys slowly trickled out to their rooms to bed.  You however, remained a pillow to the cat-napping avatar.

“I’ll carry him up,” offered Beel, the last of the conscious.

“No, I’ve got it.” You told him with a smile, a hand slowly stroking through Belphie’s hair as he slept.  “I’m not quite tired yet.  I’ll leave him undisturbed for just a bit longer.”

Beel nodded, and returned to his own room.

You browsed your phone for awhile longer, one hand mindlessly running through Belphie’s soft locks.

When you were good and ready for bed, you slowly sidled out from below Belphie.  Carrying him was the easy part.  The only difficulty you had was trying not to disturb him as you slipped your hands beneath him to lift him.  You seemed to have succeeded, and Belphie was determined to let you believe it, amused that you were going to such lengths for him.

He’d been awake for some time, mostly from the time you started trailing your fingers through his hair. He didn’t dare move and let you know he was awake.  He feared you’d stop if he did.  So instead he laid and enjoyed your gentle petting him the way you might a beloved pet.

When you moved out from under him, he considered waking up to walk himself up, but the thought of you lifting him amused him greatly.  He assumed you couldn’t, and to have you try and fail to do so would be the perfect time for him to wake up and tease you.

Much to his surprise however, you lifted him with ease, carrying him all the way to his room. He would be keeping this in mind for the next time he decided it was too much trouble to make the trip himself—play dead and he can get a free ride.

[mavsstar]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲- 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖, 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝟑𝟎'𝐬)

𝐰.𝐜: 𝟏.𝟗𝐤

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧! 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 :𝐃

Lee hadn’t been married to your mother for a long time. Only a year and a half, she was nice but he only married her for his convenience. He wasn’t getting any younger and he certainly didn’t want to stay by himself. Nor did he want to spend the rest of his money paying prostitutes to give him half assed handjobs in his crusier.

He had no idea your mother had a daughter, you, from her first marriage. Your mother didn’t even bother to mention you the whole time they’ve been together. So when she told Lee you were coming to live with them, it caught him off guard. At first he didn’t care, he figured you were just gonna be another rebellious teenager that he was going to have to put up with.

Your mom had yet to be home and it was nearing 6:30 pm, the time she was going to be picking you up. Lee was raiding the cupboards trying to find his sweets when the phone rang,

“Lee could you pick y/n up? I’m working late again and my boss won’t let me go.”

“Uh sure thing,” He scratches the back of his neck silently goraning. “Where is she?”

“She’s at Arvin’s house and if she ain’t there then she’s at church.”

Lee hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to his cruiser. How does she know Arvin? Was all he could think about the whole drive. He didn’t even realize he had already arrived, so he turned off the cruiser and stepped out of his car.

“Arvin put me down!” The girl over his shoulder playfully yelled followed by an array of melodic giggles. Lee couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of him, it was playful and full of life. Arvin put the girl down once he noticed Lee was standing there.

“Hey sheriff, how are you?” Arvin asked, walking closer to Lee. The girl was right behind him almost as if he was hiding her.

‘Doin’ just fine boy, I’m here to pick up y/n, her mother said she would be here.” Lee was expecting a hormone raged teenage girl but instead was faced with an angel created by Aphrodite herself.

“That would be me,” You came behind Arvin and stuck your hand out for Lee to shake, “pleasure to meet you Sheriff Bodecker.”

Lee’s calloused hands encapture yours and shocks of electricity surge through him. You look at him with kind eyes and a genuine smile, things even your mother didn’t give him. As much as he wanted to let his eyes shamelessly wander your body he couldn’t, not with Arvin right in front of him.

“See you tomorrow Arvin,” You bid Arvin goodbye with a small wave and a toothy grin.

Arvin put his hands in his front pockets, giving you a sly smirk “See you tomorrow darlin’.” He turns to look at Lee and nods, “Have a nice evening Sheriff.” Lee acknowledges his goodbye by lifting his hat and guiding you back to the cruiser.

Him being the gentleman he is, he opens the door for you, mumbling a ‘watch your feet’ before going to the driver’s side. Awkward silence fills the air on the way back. Not even the radio helped fill the uncomfortable silence.

“So y/n…” Lee internally cringes at the tone of his voice. “How’s Knockemstiff treatin’ you?”

You shrug your shoulders, humming. “Well it ain’t bad so far. Tryin’ to get used to it again, been a real long time since I’ve been here.”

‘You’ve been here before?” Lee questions.

“I moved here when I was 13, stayed here for 2 years, then my momma sent me to the city to live with a relative.” You answer, clasping your hands in your lap. Lee hums at your response.

Lee turns his head to face you,“If anyone starts botherin’ you, you come to me and I’ll take care of it.” He mentions giving you a tight lipped smile.

“Thank you, sheriff.” You softly said.

Another silence falls upon the both of you. After a while you speak up, “Listen Sheriff Bodecker I ain’t trying to offend you but how old are you?”

“That came out of the blue,” Lee laughed, “mind me askin’ why?”

“Plain curiosity,” You answer, “don’t know much about you and it gives us a start.”

“Well if you must know, I'm 36.”

“36? Wow,” You gawked, turning your head quickly to meet Lee’s eyes. “You could be my daddy.”

During the first week of your stay, you didn’t see much of your mother. But you did see Lee more often than you thought you would. You guys were starting to get familiar with one another. At least enough to be able to carry a full conversation without there being any awkward silence.

It was Sunday morning, Lee had the day off and planned on staying home the entire day. Your mother on the other hand had to go to work and wasn’t coming home until late. For the third time this week.

You never left the bedroom in your pj’s, usually getting ready early in the morning to be able to go out by the time you finished your chores. But today was a completely different story. You walked out your room in your rose colored gown with roses covering the hem. The nightgown fit around your thigh perfectly, showing every curve and dip you had to offer.  You wore a black cardigan to give you some warmth.

Lee’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw you walk out in your nightwear. If he were a cartoon his jaw would’ve hit the floor. All those nights he would walk past your room, not letting his eyes wander in fear someone would catch him

“Mornin’ Sheriff,” you drawled, walking over to the kitchen. “How’d you sleep?”

“Just fine Dove,” Lee turns his head away from the t.v, “and you?”

“Just fine as well.” You pick up a peach from the fruit tray, taking a bite and letting the juices ooze from your lips. You let out a hum of satisfaction, rolling your eyes back. “God these taste like heaven.” Lee gulps and turns his head back to the t.v, avoiding your gaze.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” You ask, setting the peach down and walking over to the living room.

“No,” he mumbles. “Your mom didn’t have time this mornin’”

“You hungry?” You turn around, walking back to the kitchen, grabbing the apron and putting it on.

“A little bit but you don’t have to cook Dove,” He replied, getting up from the couch to follow you. “We can go to the diner and ge-”

“Nonsense!” You cut him off. You open the fridge, bending over to grab some eggs. Your dress rides up revealing the bottom of your white cotton panties. You set the eggs on the counter and place your hand on your hips. “That food ain’t good for you, all full of grease, cloggin’ up your arteries.” You rant, theatrically moving your hands around.

You place your hands on his shoulder, guiding him to the dining table, “You just sit down,” you pull out a chair and let him settle in. “And let me take care of it.” As you headed back to the kitchen, Lee pushed the chair back enough to be able to fully see you in the kitchen.

Lee had thought about you, once. Or twice. Or just about everyday since you’ve gotten here. He would often drift off thinking about you, especially during work. He would often have to bring himself back to reality and tell himself to stop, you were his step daughter.

But right now, his daydreams were becoming reality.

He bit his lip to contain a groan as you bent over to grab a pan from the lower cupboards. You were trying to kill him, he was sure of it. The soft hums coming from you, the small swaying of your hips, all while cooking. He found his pants getting tighter with every second.

Relief washes over him for a split second as he adjusts himself under the table. He looks back at you and then at his hand. If he didn’t get relief soon, he was going to explode.

“Dove?” His voice falters, he emntally curses himself as he clears his throat.

“Yes sheriff?”

This time his voice didn’t falter and couldn't have been more clearer. “How long ‘til the foods ready?”

You look down at the food, moving it around with the spatula. “I’d say about 7 more minutes, sorry I’m takin’ long.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout that Dove, take as long as you need.”

He fixes the tablecloth to make sure it was covering himself. Once he made sure the coast was clear, Lee quietly unzipped his pants. Then he lowered his pants along with his boxer down to his thigh, his cock springing up and hitting his stomach. The breeze from the window made him shudder.

He looks back at you one last time, making sure you aren’t turned around. Using his thumb he spreads the bead of precum and uses it as lube. The motion makes his breath hitch. He starts with slow firm strokes. His breaths get uneven with every stroke as he watches you in the kitchen.

He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach as his hand subconsciously goes faster. If he could, he would spend all his Sunday imagining you playing housewife for him. He watches you go on your tippy toes to grab the pitcher that was centimeters away from your fingertips. The groans and whimpers from your effort spur him on. The dress rides up and shows the curve of your ass.

He ruts into his hand as the heat becomes hotter and hotter. His release is coming faster than he imagined. You turn around with a pitcher of orange juice but Lee couldn’t stop his actions that you somehow didn’t notice. You place the pitcher in front of him, your tits coming right up to his face sent him over the edge. His eyes flutter shut and bites his lip hard when he cums.

Just as he was about to get up and clean the mess he made, you came sauntering over to the table with a hot plate of food. The smell of pancakes and eggs fill his nose as you place it in front of it, steam coming from the plate.

“I’m sorry if it tastes bad, I ain’t much of a cook but I sure did try.” You stand in front of him with your hands behind your back, watching him take a bite. You await for his approval as he downs the food with the fresh orange juice you made.

“Dove this is the best thing I’ve had in years,” He compliments, taking another bite of pancakes. “You ain’t gonna eat?”

“Not much of a breakfast person,” you admit. “Made this all for you, figured you needed it after workin’ so hard this week.”

He was sure he heard you wrong. The fantasy that was playing in his head as he jerked himself off mere feet from you actually happened. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. All he's left thinking about is what other dreams can come true.

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[xxacademy]

beg for it

pairing: toxic!eren x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: whoops, i cant stop thirsting for toxic!eren lmao. ANYWAYS - thank u guys for the support from the last fic. hoping to get better at writing with time <3 also, this one might have mistakes, i wrote this very late at night.

MDNI 18+

content warnings: toxic relationship, cheating, ex's, make up sex, swearing/fighting, slapping, oral (f receiving ), choking, biting, degrading, unprotected penetrative sex, cervix pushing, cream pie, dacryphilia

"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" you practically screamed slamming the bedroom door onto eren's smug face. running through his apartment, grabbing your purse and clutching it tightly as you head out his front door. the chill of the late-night air settling into your skin and running down your spine as you get closer and closer to your car. "forgetting something?" his deep voice taunting as he leans against the frame of the door, waving your car keys with an outstretched arm. your cheeks flush red, you have to be kidding me you mutter to yourself. "give them back eren." you cry, keeping your distance. "if you want them come get them" he teases, not moving a muscle. be real with yourself, you know eren won't budge. without arguing back, defeated, you walk up to him as he glares at you, smirking while dangling your keys inches above your head. "go ahead, grab them y/n". you stick your arms out to grab your escape and he pulls them out of your reach.

you and eren broke up two weeks ago. although, your relationship was doomed from the start. he was the pretty boy that the girls couldn't keep their hands off of. you knew from the start, that he was a player. but you, like all the rest, couldn't resist his temptation. he swore you were different, professing his love to you while fucking your guts out. you believed him too. he's cheated on you countless times. every time he gave you those big round eyes, swearing "it will never happen again". even if you didn't believe him he would always find a way, usually through your adoring cunt, to make you his again. you encountered your last straw while at work, on your lunch break smoking a cigarette as you skipped mindlessly through instagram stories. and there it was, a video that jean kirstein posted of a party that you knew eren was at. as the shaky camera work panned around, you caught a mere glimpse of eren, tongue throat deep in another girl. well, fuck it. you text jean that night to come over when you get off work, using him to fill the void that eren left. marking the beginning of the end of your relationship.

"you're not fair. you're taller than me, stronger than me, just please give them back" you're almost in tears, trying to swallow your anger. eren looks down at you- still taunting you with your keys. "you know why i asked you to come over right?" he asks calmly. "what? so you could ridicule me for sleeping with jean? try to make me the villain after you slept with countless girls during our relationship?" eren shushes you and throws your keys in the house, closing the door behind him. "do you think those desperate whores meant anything to me, y/n?" he sneers. "then why did you do it, why did you do that to me?" you retaliate, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. eren places his hands on your shoulders causing you to flinch against his touch. his strength prevents you from pulling away. he lifts a hand, pushing your hair behind your ear and griping you closer to him. he leans down to your level and slyly whispers "let's put the past behind us, i'm going to make you mine again. let's face it, i'm the only one who can satisfy you".

you're at a loss for words. your throat is still bubbling with anger, but you know he's right. fucking jean only solidified the truth. eren is the only one who knows how to break you. your eyes are looking down at your feet, you don't want to give in. you resist making contact with his engulfing emerald stare, stuttering over your words trying to formulate a rebuttal. "look at you, you're a pathetic mess without me" his words as cutthroat as ever. you fall silent, there is nothing more you can say. you try to break free from eren's hold, but still, he holds you tight. he pushes your chin up to force his stare onto yours. he feasts his gaze onto your flushed red cheeks and gleamy tears. why is he so fucking handsome? he brings his hand up to your cheek pulling you into a rough and messy kiss. he leaves you with no space or time to react or pull away. you melt under his intimate touch. you love the way he tastes, the way he forcefully prods his tongue down your throat, the way he bites at your pouty lip. you breathe in sharply between every deep, longing, kiss. you are eren's plaything after all. and honestly, at this moment, you're okay with that.

while still intertwined with your saliva dripping tongue, eren pushes the door behind him open. he grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "eren-" you gasp, the force knocking the air out of your words. "put me down, put me down" you squeal berating his back with little slaps that mean nothing to him. he brings you into his bedroom, letting you go onto his bed. he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you onto his lap. your face buried into the comforter, your bottom half sticking up. eren lays a firm slap onto your clothed ass. your half moan, half yelp sends a wave of gratification down his spine. "you can be as bratty as you like, y/n, but i know your body is begging for more". he slaps your ass again, harder this time. your knuckles are turning white from your clench on the sheets. he reaches under you to undo the button of your jeans, pulling them off in a swift motion. biting his lip, he admires your pretty little ass bent over his knee, snapping the waistband of your delicate black lace panties. he slaps you once last time, your now bare skin turning bright red. you let out a high-pitched moan from the pain he inflicted.

you hate to admit it, but you love the comforting burn his hand grazes you with. eren runs his hand over the sting of your ass cheek before sinking his fingers between your legs, teasing your cunt through your panties. your wetness is already soaking through. he leans down to your ear and whispers "get up and straddle me slut". you follow his orders, like the good girl you are, and sit up onto his lap, facing him. he groans at the sight of you sitting obediently on top of him. "i was starting to miss that pretty face of yours" he coos. your heart swoons from the praise, but to deny him the gratification, you just stare back at him with furrowed brows. eren lifts your shirt to expose your stomach, biting at your flesh, leaving teeth marks as he goes. he reaches further up your shirt, pulling your bra down, causing your breasts to spill out. he aggressively paws at your exposed tits, pulling and pinching your sensitive nipple. you're rocking back and forth on his muscular thigh, letting out small moans between labored breaths. he pulls your shirt and bra off of you, tossing them onto the ground before taking your swelled nipple between his teeth. he runs his hands down your back while sucking and biting are your tender nipples. you moan his name, running your hands through his shoulder-length brunette hair. you feel his stiff cock twitch under you as you lean into him. eren's at his limit, he needs more of you. he flips you onto your back and kisses you down your stomach. his tongue flicking at your oh-so-soft skin. without warning, with gentle lips press against your clothed clit. breathing all of you in. he licks you over the fabric, causing your hips to buckle. you want more, more, more. "look at you babe, you want me so damn bad" he chuckles into your heat. fuck, you do want him. you want him bad. "if you want more you have to beg for it" he grins. you roll your eyes at him, although, your dripping cunt clearly aches for him. "so be it" eren scoffs, before slapping your cunt, hard. you wince, and feel tears beginning to run down your cheeks. "if you aren't gonna place nicely then neither am i" eren's voice is deep and sultry as he looks down at you. he slaps your pussy again, harder. your shriek turns into a moan as more tears stream down your face. you call through your sobs "p-please please eren fuck me, i want you, i need you". he pulls his black t-shirt off, licking his is lip. "that's what i thought" he pouts. he sinks between your trembling thighs and pulls your soaked panties to the side, relishing in the sight of your red swollen cunt. he brings his tongue to you, running it up and down your slick folds. the sweet relief of pleasure washing over you, you're moaning uncontrollably, gripping his brunette hair in between your fingers. he latches his mouth onto your clit, sinking two fingers into you. he curls his fingers inside you, causing you to buck your hips up in response. he adds a third finger in you, stretching you out even further. "hmm you taste so good, bouncin' on my fingers babe" he mumbles, mouth still pressed against you. his voice sends you over the edge, "i-i'm gonna cum" you purr. he fucks his fingers into you faster and faster. "cum for me, cum all over my hand you slut" he grins. you're moaning his name over and over as you he brings you to your climax, your hot slick dripping down his fingers.

he pulls out of you, licking up the mess you made. he leans over and kisses your forehead while wiping the tears from your cheeks. "it's my turn" he barks, lightly slapping your upper thigh. he pulls off his jeans and boxers, revealing his long, hard cock, dripping with pre-cum. he's a sight to behold. his tall, muscular figure looming over you. his moody green eyes eating up your trembling figure, you want more of him. "eren" you call his name for the 100th time, your hunger for him growing more intense. you bite your thumb and spread yourself for him, "i want you" you beg. without hesitation he dives into your pleading cunt. "fuck" he moans throwing his head back while his cock rams into you. your arms are bracing onto his shoulders as you bounce back and forth from his strength. your name is slipping off his tongue in between heaving moans. "your pretty little cunt feels so good around me" he calls as his tip presses against your cervix. your legs are starting to go limp as the warmth in your abdomen expands. "baby i'm gonna cum" you manage through labored breaths. he pulls a hand up to your throat, squeezing the whimpers out of your voice. he's looking you directly in the eye, his eyes are dark, filled by his expanded pupils. "cum for me baby" he groans before filling you up with his seed. you feel his cum, mixed with yours, dripping out of you while you ride out your climax. he falls on top of you breathing heavily, his hair messy from your grip on it earlier. he pulls his half-hard cock out of you before falling beside you. you curl up into his sweat-drenched body. eren pulls you closer, into an embrace. he uses his hand to guide your chin up. you look into his tired, heavy-lidded eyes and he smiles sweetly, "wanna get back together?"

[abimess]

No tricks, just treats

Gerri Fields x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be just another night at work, but an unfortunate event turns out to have very positive consequences. [2.993 words]

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, fear, fluff

Just a cute piece for Halloween because Gerri deserves more love 🥺

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You can't wait to move out of your parents' house, and for that you need money. By luck (or else by your insistence), you have gotten a job in one of the haunted houses in New York.

The job is not one of the most fun, especially since you and a boy you share a shift with, Samuel, are on your own.

With your face resting on a closed fist, your elbow on the table, you watch people coming in and out of the haunted house.

It's funny to see how people react to the entertainment. Some leave laughing, others leave visibly terrified. You just want to go home.

But then the boredom is washed away from your face as soon as your eyes rest on the pair entering through the front door.

Approaching the counter, a blonde girl that you don't pay much attention to, and a brunette who managed to take all your breath away just by being near her. When her eyes meet yours, you become a clumsy mess.

You hand them the papers to sign, trying as hard as you can to keep your cool. When they both walk away, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"Hey, Y/l/n," Samuel calls and you wake up to reality, turning in your chair to look at him, "doll 36 stopped working again." The boy lets you know and you huff, handing the documents to the next group that would be going in next.

"Okay, go fix it." You say, shrugging, but Samuel grimaces in displeasure. "No way, I already went last time." He objects, handing you the toolbox and you sigh heavily.

You stand up and take the box in your hands. When you make mention of leaving, the boy frowns. "You're going now? There are still people inside."

"Yeah, and there's a huge line here waiting," you say, pointing to the mile-long line, "I'll be quick." You warn before walking away and hear no objection from the boy.

Walking through the corridors of the labyrinth, you squint your eyes to get used to the low light, the sudden movements and noises coming from the dolls on the walls being not at all amusing to you.

Once you get to the doll 36, a corpse bride, you examine the mechanisms without much enthusiasm, and soon find some loose wires. When the wires are reconnected, the doll starts moving again.

You make your way back then, eyes on the floor and feet dragging despondently along the floor of the haunted house, until you hear a scream and lift your gaze forward.

With her back to you, you see the brunette girl from a few minutes ago and smile mischievously at the thought of giving her a fright. You approach with stealthy steps, but as soon as the girl falls to the ground, cringing, you realize that something is wrong.

"Hey," you call softly, kneeling in front of her, "hey, are you okay? What happened?" You ask, scanning her face for any sign, but all you find is the girl's wide-open eyes scanning the entire surrounding environment, finding it hard to linger on yours.

"I... I don't know. I was with Lilly but then I lost her and... I don't know what's going on." She replies in a shaky voice, her breathing erratic as she runs her hands nervously through her hair. You nod slowly, your heart heavy as you realize she's having a panic attack.

"Hey, it's okay. What's your name?" You ask softly, gently touching her knee, but the girl doesn't respond, barely seeming to notice your movement. You force your memory a little, trying to remember the moment she and her friend signed the forms.

"It's Gerri, right?" You ask finally and the girl raises her eyes at you, nodding sharply. "Okay, Gerri, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to breathe with me, okay? Can you do that?" you ask, trying to keep her attention on you, and when she nods, you nod too.

"Can I hold your hands?" You ask, holding out your hands, and it takes a moment for the girl to place her hands on yours. You smile empathetically as you feel them tremble and position one of her hands on your chest and the other on hers, your hands over hers to provide stability.

"Okay, now mimic me, alright?" You ask, beginning to breathe deeply and slowly, and Gerri soon does the same, her eyes fixed on your chest as she struggles to keep her breathing the same as yours.

It helps, you notice, but it's not enough, so you ask, "Gerri, can you tell me three things you're seeing right now?" The brunette looks at you with confused eyes, but then starts looking at her surroundings.

"You... The mummy doll... The mirror..." She answers, her voice still shaky and with pauses between words, and you decide to continue. "Good, very good," you say, sitting down in front of her, "can you tell me now three things you can hear?"

"Your voice, music, people screaming." She answers after thinking, with more certainty this time, and you smile. "Great, last question now. Can you tell me three things you're feeling?"

"The floor, the air conditioning, your heart beating." She answers, her voice low though no longer shaky, and you try to notice if her breathing is returning to normal. "Perfect, let's focus on that for a while now." You suggest and Gerri nods.

Seeing her dilated pupils and feeling her hands trembling under yours, you decide to continue trying to distract her. "Tell me something about yourself." You ask and the girl looks at you with confusion once again. "What? What do you want me to say?

"Anything you want to tell me." You say, a gentle smile on your face that encourages the girl in front of you to speak. She thinks for a moment until her face lights up. "I sing."

"Really? That's nice." You say, and the girl looks almost shyly at you before looking away again. "Do you play any instruments too?" You ask, and Gerri nods. "Mhm, I play the guitar."

"Cool. Do you sing, like, covers or original songs?" You ask, smiling small at the feeling of her hands stopping trembling. "Both, but I like writing my songs, it helps me understand my feelings." She explains, and then looks at you again. You hold her gaze and feel your heart beat faster when she smiles at you.

"I think I'm feeling better now, thanks." She says, taking her hands from yours and bringing them to her lap, playing with the rings on her fingers afterwards. "Do you want to get out of here?" You ask, and she immediately nods. "Please."

"Come on." You call with a smile, extending your hand to her as you stand up, and she holds it shyly. You walk together to the exit, Gerri very close to you due to the discomfort the environment provides, and you don't mind.

Outside, you guide her to the small snack bar in the place, where there are a few stools. "Have a sit." You say, pointing to one of them, and the brunette smiles as she does as you say.

As you go around the counter, Gerri feels her gaze being drawn to you, admiring all the details that the panic attack and low light didn't allow her to observe. When your eyes meet hers again, Gerri looks away with rosy cheeks.

You walk over to her, a glass of water in your hands, and only then does the brunette realize how dry her mouth was. "Thank you." She says as soon as you hold the glass out toward her, and soon she takes a long gulp of the water.

"You should eat some candy too. I don't know if it helps, but it always makes me feel better." You say, heading for the shelves, and Gerri giggles. Soon you are back near her again, a candy bar in your hands. "Here, take this one."

"It's my favorite." She comments with a shy smile, taking the candy bar from your hands, and you reciprocate with a gentle smile. "It's mine too." You tell, and before she can get even more lost in the sight of you, Gerri clears her throat. "How much is it?"

"Nothing, it's on the house." You reply, shrugging, but the brunette shakes her head vigorously, swallowing the chunk of chocolate before saying, "No way-"

"I insist." You interrupt with a smile that the girl is unable to contradict, and she offers you a shy smile in appreciation.

"Gerri! I was looking for you." A third voice makes itself heard near you, and you both turn your gaze in its direction. You see the blonde girl who had come with Gerri earlier, and the brunette turns on her stool to get a better view of her friend.

"I had a panic attack..." She starts to explain, pointing at you with her thumb, but then she frowns, looking at you next. "You never told me your name. She comments, and you giggle, nodding in agreement.

"It's Y/n." You introduce yourself, and Gerri flashes you a smile that makes your stomach turn in a strange way. "Y/n helped me." She explains, turning her attention back to Lilly, who nods in understanding.

"Well, thank you for taking care of my friend, Y/n." The blonde says, looking at you with a knowing look, and you offer a small smile in response. "Anytime."

"Ready to go?" Lilly asks, turning her gaze to her friend, who hums in agreement, getting up from her stool next. As soon as she does, however, she turns to you, her face lit up with an idea.

"Hey, we're gonna grab something to eat now, wanna join us?" Gerri invites, trying to disguise her shyness but her rosy cheeks giving her away. You check the time on your cell phone, making an apologetic grimace afterwards. "I'd love to, but my shift only ends at ten."

"Oh, too bad. See you around then." The brunette says goodbye, sounding genuinely disappointed, and you try to hold back a smile at that. You think about asking her out, but embarrassment coupled with her friend watching the interaction with amusement prevents you from doing so.

"Sure thing." You say simply and exchange parting smiles with the girls before they move away from the counter towards the exit.

You watch Gerri walk away with an uneasy feeling of longing. When she turns her face back to look at you and your eyes meet once more, you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Suddenly, you feel an impact in the back of your head, and you look back to see Samuel looking at you with a knowing smile and a small towel in his hands.

"Get back to work." He says in a teasing tone, tossing the towel in your direction, and you catch it, rolling your eyes afterwards.

As you get back to your activities, you can't help the smile that has lodged itself on your face.

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"Ready to close, Y/n?" Samuel asks a few hours later and you huff heavily, finishing cleaning the counter. "Yes, please."

You then lock up and as soon as you leave the establishment, your heart skips a beat as you see Gerri standing on the sidewalk, a few feet away from you.

"If I had known that fixing the doll would earn a date I would've done it myself." The boy teases beside you and you smile amusedly, playfully pushing him away. "Shut up."

You two say goodbye after that, and you walk over to Gerri with a smile as you see her playing with the rings on your fingers. "Did you wait here for me?" You ask, curious, but the girl shakes her head in denial.

"Actually, I got here a few minutes ago." She explains, and you nod in understanding. "I wanted to talk to you." She adds shyly afterwards, and you smile broadly. "Care to walk with me?"

The two of you then walk side by side through the streets of New York City, the pleasant autumn air gracing your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Gerri is trying to say something, but doesn't seem to have found the words yet. You wait.

"How did you know what to do there?" She finally asks, looking at you curiously, and you shrug, a warm smile on your lips. "I've had panic attacks a few times, you kind of learn to deal with it over time. The trick is to keep your mind busy until it stops."

"I see," she speaks softly, her eyebrows knitted together in a thoughtful expression, and you smile, finding it adorable, "that was the first time it happened to me. It was pretty scary, thanks for helping."

"No problem." You reply, flashing her a smile that Gerri shyly returns. After a few moments of silence, you ask. "You said you sing, right? Do you perform anywhere?"

"I do, actually," the brunette replies, and when she tells you the name of the restaurant, you nod in understanding. "You should come by anytime." She invites, the shadow of a blush on her cheeks barely visible under the dim streetlight, and you smile broadly. "I'd love to."

You continue walking then, Gerri asks about you and you ask about her. The atmosphere you share is so pleasant that you wonder if this is really real. If it is, neither of you wants it to end.

"Halloween's coming up." The brunette observes eventually, pointing to the, now few, children on the street, returning to their homes with their hands full of candy.

"Finally." You say with a huff and Gerri lets out a chuckle. "Not what you'd expect from someone who works in a haunted house." She scoffs and you force a frown. "Are you sure? I've never worked so hard." She giggles again, and you unconsciously make it a goal of yours to make her laugh more often.

"You don't like working there?" She asks, and you think for a moment before answering. "It's fine," you finally do, shrugging, "it could be worse, I guess. I'm just there for the money anyway."

"Oh so it's true that people get rich working in haunted houses." She jokes, making you chuckle. "Obviously, I already have enough money to move to Dubai." You retort in the same tone and it's her turn to laugh.

"I just want to get out of my parents' house, any money is welcome." You say next, and Gerri nods, kicking a pebble on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

Not long after that, the brunette stops, and you do the same. "This is my stop," she says, pointing to the house behind her, and you nod, "thanks for walking me here. And for helping me out earlier, that was really nice of you."

"No need to thank me." You assure, smiling afterwards. "Actually, you were lucky. I was about to scare you before I realized what was happening." You admit, and Gerri raises her eyebrows in surprise. "That would've been horrible." She says with a grimace, laughing then, and you laugh too. "It would indeed."

"Well," she begins after a brief time of silence, once again playing with the rings on her fingers shyly, "since you didn't trick me, I think you deserve a treat." She suggests, her eyes twinkling as they switch between yours, and you feel your heart beating faster.

"I like the sound of that." You say, your voice little more than a whisper as you catch yourself mesmerized by her beauty. Gerri smiles widely, biting her lower lip as she leans forward.

You move forward as well, holding your breath when your lips are mere inches from touching. When they finally do, you feel your mouth tingle with the softness of hers, and your head spins as you feel Gerri sigh against your lips.

As you deepen the kiss, the brunette brings her hands to the sides of your face, while yours find their place at her waist. You don't want the kiss to end, but soon air becomes necessary, and you pull away with ragged breaths, your forehead resting against the other's.

"This was a great treat." You comment a few seconds later, causing Gerri to giggle. You move away shyly for good, and before you can think about saying goodbye, an idea crosses your mind. "Can I get your phone number?"

"Looking for a second treat?" Gerri asks teasingly, one eyebrow raised, and you giggle. "Looking for a way to see you again." You admit, and the brunette smiles, looking away shyly afterwards.

When she brings her gaze back to you, she holds out her hand, and you're quick to hand her your cell phone. You watch with a silly smile as she types something into the device.

"Here you go." She says, holding out the cell phone toward you as she finishes and you take it, putting it back in your pocket. "Goodnight, Y/n." She says her farewell, and you feel that feeling of longing again, but there's nothing you can do about it, so you nod. "Goodnight."

With one last exchange of glances, Gerri turns and starts walking toward the door of the house. You admire her for another brief moment before turning and walking away.

A few steps later, you turn around again, smiling. "I'll call you!" You speak loudly, attracting the attention of Gerri, who keeps her hand resting on the doorknob. "I'll be waiting!" She replies in the same tone, grinning broadly before walking into the house for good. With a happy laugh, you turn around again.

With a silly smile plastered on your face, you walk home, feeling happier than you've been in a long time.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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[punzywunzy]

「 Ride Em’ Cowboy 」

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literally riding sam’s thighs is on my mind

wait, cowboy sam- yup, that’s it

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warning(s); degrading praise, thigh riding, grinding/humping, dirty/baby boy nickname

anatomy; amab (male!anatomy)

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exhausted and sore is what you were. you threw your self a little too hard on the wooden porch, regretting it instantly as your butt and all over ached from working all day.

you agreed to help sam run his farm. helping push the large haybales out in the field, feeding his animals, even chasing the chickens that got out and were a pain in your ass to catch.

it’s just been a rough day.

you rested your elbows on your knees as your hands held your face. you sighed loudly, realizing it was only monday and you told sam you would help him for the week. maybe you can make an excuse to get out of labor work. act sick, fake a phone call that something urgent came up, move to a different country-

“hey (y/n), d’ya think ya might could fill up a bucket of water for the dogs?”

it wasn’t really a question since he knew you’d do it anyway. especially since his accent never failed to convince you and make you feel some type of way. your legs already starting to work on their own as you got up and walked over to the water faucet.

grabbing a near by bucket, making sure it was clean beforehand and filling it with cold water. your turned the faucet off and took a deep breath. hopefully you didn’t strain your back from carrying this. you focused all your strength and started to carry the water bucket over by the hayloft were the dogs resided at.

you felt yourself on the verge of shaking from how heavy the bucket was. you decided to whistle to hopefully get the dogs’ attention so you didn’t have to walk the rest of the way. and with some luck on your side came running the big fluffy white dogs. great pyrenees running towards you, not for you but for the water.

you stood yourself back and watched as they practically inhaled the water. you let out a satisfied sigh as you fulfilled the task.

“good job bud, almost thought ya were gonna pass out tryin’ to carry it”

you swerved your head and your eyes met with sam’s greenish-blue ones. he gave you a grin as he started to walk back to his porch as you followed behind him like a lost puppy.

as long as sam was proud of you at the end, it was quite worth it.

you watched sam sit down on the porch, you doing the same. sitting close to him without noticing. you decided to crack your knuckles to feel the relief of hearing the satisfying ‘pop’.

“now how should i reward ya’?”

you immediately stopping cracking your knuckles. reward? like a popsicle or something?

you hesitantly shifted your eyes to look at sam to see the look on his face if he was joking around or pulling your leg.

sam staring back at you with intensity in his eyes made your lower throb. you stopped breathing for a second and didn’t know where to hold your gaze at.

“w-what, reward? i dont need a re-“

before you could finish your sentence you felt hands on your hips, pulling your near sam. you felt your body sit on one of sam’s thighs. both your legs on both sides of his large thigh.

fuck, his thigh was muscular. you could feel the curves and edges of his muscle through his blue jeans.

you barley let out an audible whimper as you grabbed onto sam’s shoulders.

you heard a low chuckle in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand.

“damn bud, didn’t know ya’ were that sensitive, already whimpering and i haven’t even done anything yet”

you felt your face flush as the words left his mouth. you were about to retort back at what the hell he was doing but he suddenly started to bounce his leg. making you wrap your arms around his neck as he chuckled at every little reaction he got out of you.

he continued to bounce his leg as your body bounced right back. your cock rubbing against your own jeans as they rubbed against his. they were getting tighter by the second.

his grip on your hips tightened as he guided you through each bounce. causing a whimper or quiet moan to slip out your mouth each time. you were enjoying this way too much.

you weaved your hand through sam’s short brown hair, earning a low groan from him as you accidentally pulled. the sound coming from his mouth sent a jolt to your cock. thrusting against his thigh for more friction.

he suddenly stopped bouncing his leg as he leaned back on his hands and admired you.

“go on baby boy, pleasure yourself. wanna feel your hard cock rubbing on my thigh.”

you whined. glad to go at your own pace but desperate for his touch and guidance. you tightened your fingers in his hair as you rocked back and forth on him. biting your lip hard enough to pierce through the skin.

you threw your head back as sam started to palm you through your jeans. letting your jaw hang as continuous moans flooded out your mouth. grinding your hips against his large calloused hand.

“s-sam, close, s-so close!”

his chuckle reaching your ears made you quicken your pace. encouraging you to reach your release.

your body was getting tired. as it was already sore from working all day, your stamina was low and you started to whimper as you were so close. you couldn’t keep up your pace in time for your climax.

“sammm, p-please, i wanna c-cum!”

he knew what you wanted. and that’s exactly what you got. his hands instantly attaching back to your hips and guiding you in a fast pace. loud moans leaving your mouth as your release was building up faster every second.

you let sam guide your hips, rubbing your cock against his thigh at an rapid pace.

“such a dirty boy, so fuckin’ good for me”

his words pushed you. cumming in your jeans as he continued to rub and bounce your cock against him to ride out your orgasm.

he slowed his movements before coming to a complete stop. your body leaned forward as you collapsed on sam. breathing out heavy breaths and pants. satisfied but feeling sweaty and sticky. you groaned.

“so good for me baby boy, let’s run ya’ a bath and clean ya’ up”

he lifted you up like a rag doll, feeling his own cock hard against you.

if helping sam for the rest of the week ended with this, you were definitely not complaining.

[amor-immortalem]

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A/N: I started this earlier this month because I was feeling some kind of way but then I never did anything with it so I thought I’d just finish it and share it tonight. Its a smut so Minors dni

Warning: named afab!mc, smut, oral, mommy kink, orgasm denial, pact play, praise, size kink (if ya squint)

Summary: often times Arella is too lenient with Mammon when it comes to his sticky fingers. But what happens when Mammon goes too far and Arella gets fed up with Mammon’s thieving tendencies? Well, it is November after all.

She loves Mammon, she really does, but sometimes he likes to toe the line of what seemed to be Arella’s endless patience. She knows his sin is difficult to control but that also doesn’t mean she can just let him do whatever he pleases. A number of high value items have gone missing from the house and Arella knows exactly who the culprit is- all of them do.

So, Arella has taken up a spot on Mammon’s bed, just waiting for him to return from his photoshoot. She doesn’t have to wait long as the demon in question enters the room shortly.

“Hey, babe,” he seems surprised to find her waiting for him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing really,” she says not bothering to look up from her D.D.D., I’d like to talk about something though.”

Glancing out of the side of her eye, she can see him tense almost as if he knows he’s been caught red-handed. She smirks at that.

“Wh-what do ya wanna talk about?” He takes a seat on the bed next to her.

“You know what,” Arella places her phone down beside her before turning to face him. “Stealing multiple high value items from your brothers and even me. Mammon I’m very disappointed in you. Had I not told Lucifer that I’d deal with you myself, you’d be Cerberus’ new chew toy right about now.”

“O-oh…” he doesn’t meet her eyes, “Sorry,” the apology is half-hearted and mumbled.

“Oh, you will be when I’m through with you.” She pushes him down on the bed and climbs on top of him.

“W-what are you doing?” The white-haired demon looks up at the human, his mind already starting to wander into the gutter as his pants start to tighten and his hands instinctively grip her hips.

“Giving you your punishment,” Arella leans down to press a kiss to his lips trailing her kisses over his cheek until she reaches his neck and begins to bite and suck little hickies into the flawless skin there all while grinding her hips against his.

“Don’t seem like much of a punishment ta me,” Mammon tilts his head to the side, a soft moan escaping him and Arella only chuckles softly.

“Oh baby, we’ll see what you think about that when you can’t cum.”

“What?”

“You heard me. For the entire month of November, I forbid you to cum. That is your punishment.”

“No, Treasure, anything but that. Please!” He can already feel the pact working its magic with his body.

“Nope. Not open to negotiation. You did something wrong and now you’re getting punished for it.” She pulls away from his neck and sits up, placing more of her weight on his growing erection. Her hands slide up under his shirt. “And for every time you misbehave this month, I’ll be adding an extra week on to it.”

“Yer evil, ya know tha- Ah!” The demon is cut off when her fingers pinch his sensitive nipples, “Fuck, are ya tryin’ ta torture me?” His grip on her hips tightens as he moves her against him in the way that he likes.

“Mmm… maybe,” she smirks, “but you’ll be just fine. This won’t go on longer than the month. I know you’ll be a good boy for me so I won’t have to add any extra time. You will, won’t you?” She pushes his shirt up as she begins to place soft kisses against his abs.

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. I know you can do it. The month will go by quicker than you know and I’ll still give you pleasure; you just won't be able to finish.” Arella lifts her hips and shimmies down sitting on his thighs as she begins to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

Mammon can only watch her as she palms the growing bulge in his pants and he throws his head back when her hand finally dips below the waistband of his boxers to give his cock a squeeze before shifting both his jean and his boxers down his thighs so they’re sitting around his ankles.

“Fuck, Baby I-!” the greedy demon lets out a moan filthy enough to put even a porn star to shame when she takes him into her warm mouth, sucking on the tip as if it were a lollipop. He grips the sheets of his bed as she starts to take in more of him, her teeth catching on his piercings every so often as she comes back up. “Mommy, please.”

“Please what, my sweet boy?” She asks, stroking him in place of her mouth and Mammon doesn’t even know what he asking for- she’s barely done anything and yet his mind already feels hazy and fuzzy. She gives him a tight squeeze and his hips buck up into her hand. “Go on and tell Mommy what you want.”

“I wanna- shit- I want Mommy to make me feel good.” His cheeks flush as the words leave his mouth and he can see her smile up at him.

“Of course, baby,” with that she engulfs him once more taking him in as deeply as she can before coming back up for air and repeating her actions.

The demon wants to grab her, touch her in anyway shape or form but he won’t- at times like this she always forbids him from touching her and her mouth feels too good around his cock and he’s so close he could cry. He wants to beg for forgiveness and have her lift the pact order that keeps him from spilling into her mouth. He almost there, almost, when Arella pulls off of him.

Mammon’s snap open as he looks down at her before letting out a frustrated groan.

“What? You thought I was actually going to let you cum dry?” She chuckles as she gets up, “Sorry, baby, this is a punishment, remember? You’re lucky I even brought you that close tonight.”

“You are absolutely horrible, ya know that?”

“But you still love me anyway.” She leans down and kisses his forehead, scampering away before he can grab her. “Have fun, I’ll see you in the morning!” And with that she’s up the stairs leaving the poor Avatar of Greed to gawk at the place that demon of a woman had just been. This sure was going to be one of the worst months of his life.

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And this how it went for the rest of the month. Arella would tease him, rile Mammon up to the point of tears and then leave him alone for the rest of the day. At least she didn’t do this to him at school… if he would’ve had to walk around campus with a raging boner, Mammon thinks he’d simply pass away from the embarrassment. He was in a terrible mood all day but overall, this punishment was working. He hadn’t stolen or lied or done anything that might be warranted as bad- a perfectly well-behaved demon. December 1st was nearly upon them which meant the pact order would be lifted soon and Mammon planned to get his revenge- karma’s a bitch as they say.

He found her in the hall talking to Asmo- they were probably going shopping or something, he’d forgotten what she said they were doing but it didn’t matter. She was his for the rest of the night. As he approached them, Mammon easily lifted Arella and threw her over his shoulder like a sack if flour.

“Mammon! What are you-!”

“Shaddup, yer mine now and I ain’t plannin’ on lettin’ ya go until I’m satisfied.” The white-haired demon growled as he opened his bedroom door and kicked it shut before sliding down the railing of his stairs.

“You could at least let me walk on my ow- whoa-!” She lets out a yelp as Mammon tosses her on the center of his bed, crawling over her and trapping her beneath him as he captures her in a bruising kiss.

Arella melted into his kiss but he pulled away only to attack her neck in a flurry of bites and kisses as his hands work to remove her clothes as fast as they can without tearing them and hers do the same with his.

“A month…” he snarls, “a whole goddamn month I let you torture me like this.” He pins her hands over her head with just one of his. “Now Imma take my time with ya. Do whatever I want.”

The freckled human bit her lip, she enjoyed seeing this more dominant side of him and it was always a treat when it came out. She shivered under his predatory gaze as he raked his nails down her side and ground his hips against hers. The plan was to wind her up and bring her to the edge before stopping everything- drive her crazy enough that she would lift the pact order and only then would he give her what she wants. He dips his head back down to her neck, layering hot kisses up to his ears.

“I’m gonna make ya regret edgin’ me all month, teasin’ me like ya did. Hope yer ready cause We ain’t gonna be getting an ounce a shut eye tonight, Princess.”

“Sure you can keep it up all night like that, Baby?” She’s challenging him. “If you want that pact order pulled, you better work for it.”

“Just keep yer hands above your head,” The greedy demon only lets out a huff as he descends on her body.

As he sits back on his heels, Mammon studies her naked body. His tongue peaked out to run along his bottom lip before roughly grasping his human’s thighs and placing them on his shoulders. His head leaned down, spreading her open and latching his lips around her clit. He can hear the gasp followed by the soft moan of his name. He could feel her run her hand through his hair and he pulls away and grabs the belt from his pants.

“I told ya to keep yer hands above yer head.” He pulls her hands back up and ties them to the headboard. “I’m not in the mood for you to be a brat like this, Princess.”

“C’mon honey, don’t be like that. Let me at least touch you.” Arella gives him the puppy dog eyes- a tactic that typically gets her whatever she wants with him. “Please…”

“Good try,” he laughed, “but that lil act ain’t workin’ on me right now. Just be a good girl ‘n let me enjoy my meal.”

Mammon dips his head back down, licking, suckling, nibbling all around the sensitive flesh. Arella fights against the belt holding her as she squirmed and writhed on the bed. She tries to muffle her moans and gasps as she gets closer. She can feel his fingers probing her opening and the human cries out as she feels one of his long fingers slip inside easily. He’s taking his sweet time toying with her body as he eats her out- he definitely wasn’t lying earlier.

Arella can only watch as he has his way with her- watch the way his head moves between her legs as he makes eye contact with her while he inserts another finger into her and her back arches, pussy clenching around the digits as he thrusts and curls them against her gummy walls.

“F-Fuck, Mammon, I’m so close. Don’t stop, please.” Her emerald-green eyes flutter closed as her legs begin to shake from the onslaught of pleasure on her body.

Just when she’s at the precipice, when she’s so, so close to losing it all, the demon pulls away. She only stares are him wide-eyed. Did he just...? “Damnit, why did you stop I was right there!”

“Sucks, don’t it?” He chuckled darkly, “Ain’t so fun when you’re the one on the receivin’ end of a ruined orgasm, is it?”

Arella puffed out her cheeks in an angry pout, “Mammon I-”

“Nu-uh,” The demon gags her with his fingers while he reaches for a ball gag kept in his bedside table, “Yer not gonna order me ta fuck ya til ya cum. That ain’t how its gonna work tonight, lil girl. If I don’t get ta cum then you don’t either.” He glares at her as he replaces his fingers with the gag.

She tries to say something in return but it's muffled by her new gag and Mammon readjusts her while he lines himself up with her opening.

“I told ya,” He smirks as he slowly began to press into her tight heat, letting out a groan at the way her walls swallowed him whole. “Told ya you were gonna regret this whole thing.”

The demon begins to slowly rock his hips into her, eyes closing as he sinks into the pleasure it brings him. He revels in her breathy moan, the way her walls flutter around his aching dick. Soon, Mammon can’t help the way he starts to thrust faster, chasing after a high he knows he can’t reach thanks to this stupid human.

Mammon knows her body well, knows just when to stop himself so she won’t climax and when he does, Arella only throws her head back in frustrations- the gag in her mouth silencing her complaints. And Mammon can only smile as her glare meets his lapis-like gaze. Her legs were wrapped around his hips to keep him close but the Avatar of Greed only unhooks them and pulls out completely, returning to the position they had been in earlier with his face buried between her thighs.

The human only lets out a choked sob as she feels his tongue worming its way inside her. With her head lolled off to the side and her hips rutting against his face in a pitiful attempt to keep him going, she spies the time. 7:50 at night- they'd only been at this for two hours?! She’d never keep her sanity if they kept going at this rate. All she wants is to finish at this point and she’s considering just caving to Mammon if that meant he’d give her what she wanted. His brothers did like to say that he had her wrapped around his finger as much as she had him wrapped around hers.

As it was all getting to be too much once again, she felt herself tense up and the first thought that crosses her mind is that maybe Mammon had grown tired of edging her and was going to opt to overstimulate her until she relented and lifted his pact order but she’s sorely mistaken when he pulls away leaving her with yet another ruined orgasm. And Arella cries, sobs as tears cascade down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Mammon’s eyes widen as he climbs up to her and pulls the gag out of her mouth.

“Arella! What’s wrong, I didn’t hurt ya, right?” The demon wipes away her tears as he tries to calm her, dropping his previous dominant persona. He relaxes as she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracks as she speaks, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll release you from the order, just please let me cum.” The freckled human gives him a pleading look, her eyes still glassy with tears. “And untie me, please. Wanna hold you.”

Her breathing is ragged as the white-haired demon reaches up and undoes the belt that was securing her wrists and she immediately moves to cup his have dragging him down for a tongue-filled kiss. When they pull back, she holds his gaze as she speaks.

“Mammon, I’m lifting the pact order that prevents you from reaching a proper orgasm. You’re free to cum now.”

Feeling the order finally lift, Mammon smirks.

“It’s about damn time,” he says with a chuckle as he pushes her legs up so they’re resting on his shoulders. “Felt like I was dyin’ for as long has ya had me going without.” He lines himself up with her slit once again before sheathing himself in her gummy walls once again, enjoying the way she clenched around him.

The demon starts out at an animalistic pace, his thrusts harsh and urgent as he can feel himself slowly start to ascend to the peak once more. He leans down to his human’s neck and chest, kissing and biting and sucking fresh love bites into her skin as he growled.

“Fuck,” Arella’s nails dig into his arms, she can feel her climax building quickly, rushing at her like a speeding truck, “You feel so good. You’re so big- fill me so perfectly.” She’s almost there, almost there as she lets out a shuddering moan. “Keep going! Don’t stop! Please!”

“Shit-! So tight around me. C’mon, Treasure, tell me who’s makin’ ya feel this good. Who’s the only one who gets ta see ya like this- that gets ta fuck ya until yer screamin’?” The white-haired demon bites down on her neck as he feels her walls clamp down on his cock.

“You are, Mammon! Only you!” Her back arches of the bed and her entire body goes rigid as her orgasm hits her like a truck.

Mammon only growls as he continues to pound into her. With the way her pussy is gripping him it won’t be long until he loses himself to the bliss of his peak. With a few more thrusts, he finds himself spilling his load deep inside the human, the grip of his fingers on her hips as he angles them up was bruising as his hips come to a stop as he lets her cunt milk him for all he’s worth.

The pair collapse onto the bed in a sweaty heap as they race to catch their breath, Mammon still painfully hard and ready to go again as he stays buried deep inside Arella.

“Fuck... don’t ever give me an order like that again, Treasure.” He buries his face in her neck, kissing the bites and bruises left in his wake. He gives her a few minutes to come down from her high before he starts to gently rock his hips into her again.”

“You still want more?!” Arella asks with wide green eyes.

“I’m the embodiment of Greed, princess, I always want more,” He laughs softly, “And you’re the one who kept me from cummin’ for an entire month, I’m all pent up so take some responsibility for my current condition, yeah?”

Arella only lets out a snort before she pulls him down for a sweet kiss. “Fine but I get to be on top next, Love.”

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