#He’s closer in skin tone to mari here

[im-tired1124]

In an alternate timeline, where Mari survived the stairs-

For some reason, all this drawing is doing is making me sad that I never got to headlock my little cousin while he was still living with us. I truly did fail my free trial of being a big sister 😔/j

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 30. breaking news

chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. physical aggression. verbal abuse (not to reader). infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.4k

notes: thank you again for your patience with the chapter! life update: i resigned from my company (on good terms, even though the work had sucked my mental and physical health), and i am soon doing a trip to japan and southeast asia as part of my recovery. still, i will be actively writing and responding since this community is so important to me! also, has anyone been keeping up with jujutsu kaisen's manga?! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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Life without a sugar daddy was rough.

As Toji Fushiguro's ex-wife and Naoya Zenin's ex-mistress, Mari faced this harsh reality since no one threw their money in her direction anymore. She slept little this past week, overwhelmed by financial stressors. While she still subsisted on the younger executive's credit card (with his fortune, Naoya hardly noticed the charges on his bill), she realized that she actually had to work for an income.

Such was the case as Mari walked home one evening after interviewing for jobs, her body and mind exhausted from fielding mundane questions about her previous professional experiences (which she had little of).

Upon unlocking her apartment door, she was immediately greeted by the sight of her illuminated living room.

That struck her as odd.

She always switched the lights off before she left.

However, when she spotted a familiar face down the hall, she found the answer.

"Tsumiki." Mari dropped her purse by the door. "What are you doing here?”

The woman had not seen her one and only blood-related child in months. While she knew that her daughter—who was, without doubt, a fantastically accomplished and intelligent young lady—just completed her second year at Oxford University, she thought the girl had chosen to remain in England for her summer break. Didn't Toji mention that she did not want to return to Tokyo?

Not that Mari complained. She was just...confused.

Admittedly, Mari should know the answer to her question, but she had been too ‘occupied’ to contact Tsumiki as much as a good mother should. As a result, Mari found herself in the dark about the girl's life in the United Kingdom, her plans for the university holiday, and her recent classes in…what was her field of study again?

Surely, Toji and his twerp son Megumi would know all the answers since Tsumiki had always been closer to her Fushiguro stepfamily. Quite a shame, since Mari would have considered her daughter as the most perfect angel otherwise.

She toed her shoes off.

“When did you arrive in Tokyo?” Mari continued with a plastered smile and approached the girl sitting with crossed arms in the living room.

Genetics ran deep between mother and daughter. Uninformed observers might even mistake the pair as sisters, the physical resemblance uncanny in how Tsumiki presented a more youthful version of the older woman by sharing the same warm chocolate-colored eyes, long dark hair, and flawless porcelain skin.

Yet, physical similarities meant nothing when Mari could not fully decipher her own flesh and blood.

“I came back to Japan earlier this week,” Tsumiki responded a terse edge in her tone.

“But I haven’t seen you until now.”

“Because I’ve been staying with Dad.”

“Oh.” So, she meant with Toji. “You mean your stepdad.”

“No,” she corrected sternly. “He's my dad.”

Theoretically, Mari could go into a whole tangent on how Tsumiki’s actual father was some middle-class nobody whom she hadn’t seen or spoken to since her first divorce (and that was many years ago). Or how the Fushiguros technically were Tsumiki’s ex-stepfamily since Mari had divorced her second husband Toji earlier this year.

But she spared her daughter from the reminders.

“Well, I’m glad to see you back, honey.” With a bottle of unfinished cabernet sauvignon in the fridge, Mari meandered to the kitchen to pour herself a full glass. She returned to living room and joined her daughter on the sofa. “How have you been? I’m guessing England has been treating you well? I have never been, so I wouldn’t know. Heard that the fish and chips are good there."

No response.

Am I being ignored? Mari commented inwardly and swirled the red wine in her chalice.

She took her first sip amid the long and awkward pause before switching the topic to encourage conversation. "Anyway, whenever you would like, you’re always welcome to stay a few nights here. Wouldn't hurt to spend some more time with your mother."

Only for Tsumiki to quip, “We’ve talked about this before. I don’t want to live with you.”

Now, this—Mari believed—was certainly uncalled for. "Watch your tone with me, young lady."

"For what? I am not here because I miss you," her daughter resumed. "If I had a better option, I would not bring myself to show up here and be in front of you."

The older woman placed her glass down and tried to appear calm. Hearing Tsumiki speak with such contempt twisted a deep knife into Mari's heart. Once upon a time, her daughter had been the sweetest girl—warm, full of life, and eager to express her innocent thoughts with anyone she encountered. Now, however, that same person had been tainted into someone cold, guarded, and withdrawn, demonstrated by her disrespect to the very woman who had given her life.

"That is no manner to talk to your mother," Mari cautioned.

"Well, maybe because I have my reasons."

"Which are?"

"Do you want to know why I did not bother to text or call you these past several months?" and Tsumiki did not wait for an answer before she angrily added, "Because I am so upset that you filed a divorce with Dad!"

While Mari had hoped to not bring up the topic before, she had no choice but to do so now.

"That big, burly, bulky man is not your father," she snapped. "He and his emo Harvard-bound son are not your family! In the eyes of the law, there is no longer any relation between you and them. But, I am your mother. I had given you life, and this is what you think of me?"

"Because I love them!" Tsumiki opposed through a hardened glare. "Dad and Megumi treat me more like their blood-related family than you do!”

Mari could not believe the preposterous words her daughter spewed. She always presumed that the Fushiguros had been corrupting her child, and to see her suspicions confirmed had Mari standing up promptly from the couch.

"How dare you say after all I have done for you, Tsumiki?" Mari interrogated angrily. "Did you think that I left your biological father and then divorced your stepfather for what...for fun?! These choices were difficult for me, too! But I made those judgments because I wanted to give you a better life in which we didn't have to worry about where our next meal, our next piece of clothing, or our next rent payment would come from! Your biological father is a no-name nothing. He could’ve never supported the lavish lifestyle you had experienced during your adolescent years. In fact, if I hadn’t married Toji Fushiguro, you probably wouldn't be studying at the University of Oxford right now! I, alone, could never have afforded all your years of expensive tutors or private school tuition. Please, think before you speak. I know I did not raise an ungrateful brat.”

Tsumiki furrowed her brows from the comments.

“You're the ungrateful one, Mom!” she insisted, and the said woman visibly reeled back when the girl continued to seethe with antipathy. “All the money that you had spent while married to Dad, he never asked for a single cent back. Never. In fact, he still pays for my university. In his eyes and mine, I’m as good as any blood-related child to him. He hadn't asked you to chip in because he knows you wouldn't have the money to. Divorcing the man you've been leeching off of isn't a sign of appreciation, Mom."

To hear her child defend another family, Mari wasn’t sure if she was going to laugh or cry at how ridiculous this scene was, the only thing she could process being the pain and betrayal that slammed her with one bitter blow.

"Well, did you want to become a laughingstock?" the woman rationalized. "Given our ties to the Zenin name when Toji left the company, those nasty journalists would've clung onto any scrap to label you a buffoon. You know what those tabloid writers are like! I had the foresight to divorce that man. I did not want the disgrace if we remained attached to the Fushiguros."

After that response, Tsumiki turned quiet with one sharp exhale as her eyes snapped shut, and Mari, whose entire body had undulated from heavy and irate breaths, thought that finally—finally—she had won this godforsaken argument.

Until she heard the younger girl speak again.

"Yet, you have humiliated me more than anyone," and noticing how her mother quirked a brow, Tsumiki went on. "Who are you really trying to protect, Mom? Are you truly making these decisions for my benefit? Or is it...for yourself?"

Despite hiding a gulp, the older woman noticed her heart race. "What do you mean?"

"How can you explain this?"

As though that was her cue, Tsumiki reached for her phone. She tapped onto the front page of the Yomiuri Shimbun, the most highly circulated newspaper in Japan. Before Mari could read the bold title labeled as 'Breaking News,' Tsumiki provided her with a verbal summary:

"The world knows you're a homewrecker, Mom."

Naoya found no surprise when Naobito Zenin burst into his executive suite as an angry bull would charge toward a provoking cape.

Plenty of times, his father barged into his private office completely unannounced, slamming the door open with enough force to rattle the wooden bookshelves behind him. Usually, the dramatic entrance would be followed by a slew of harsh admonitions, and this encounter—Naoya could tell—would be no different.

The astringency cast on his father's countenance gave the executive no other choice than to rise from his seat, his office chair sliding back so he could pose tall and confident as the heir to Japan's largest conglomerate should be.

"Father," he greeted, curt.

Taking hurried steps around his mahogany desk, Naoya aimed to meet the older man halfway until he instead came into contact with one harsh blow that sent his face flogging to the side.

Naoya froze, his gaze lowered.

Instinctively, he reached for his throbbing cheek with one hand as the other wiped briefly over his busted upper lip. To have his father approach him physically like this didn't even register as a surprise. Despite his title as the Zenin CEO, Naoya continued to be scolded, lectured, and outright ignored because, in his father's words, he 'never seemed to get anything right.'

Even now, the older man found no hesitation in cursing out his only child.

"You fucking son of a whore! Want to explain why your affair with Toji's ex-wife is all over Japanese media?!"

Slowly, Naoya lifted his eyes from the floor. He had suspected that this would be the topic of discussion. In the last hour, Naoya saw his name plastered over tabloid pages, news websites, and social media feeds as an anonymous whistleblower tipped publishers in regards to his scandalous affair with Mari—and the millions Naoya spent to hide it. Evidence ranging from supposedly long-gone paparazzi photos to screenshots of money transfers circulated quickly with the internet.

Naturally, Naoya had seen the headlines too...

'Zenin Corporation CEO Exposed for Concealing Affair with Predecessor's Ex-Wife' 'Everything to Know About the Zenin Household's Uncovered Drama in Family, Business, and Love' 'Billionaire Naoya Zenin Entangled in Cheating Scandal, Accused of Bribing Press to Silence Coverage'

...and the comments:

'That’s why you can’t trust rich people. They never have any shame.' 'His wife and company deserve better.' 'Disappointed that this is the scumbag leading our country's largest company.' 'The Board should fire him.’

Now, that last comment struck a very particular chord, especially since the Chairman of that very Board stood before him.

Naoya clenched his hands, yet he stood mute. With every wrong move certain to cost him far too much in return, he was completely powerless in front of the family patriarch and, as a result, his first logical reaction was to defend himself.

"I do not have the evidence yet, but I am certain Toji had planned this, Father. Him, and also Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. All four leaked these details because they didn’t want to see your son succeed. I will resolve this. I am going to call Toji immediately and—“

"You're right," Naobito interrupted coldly. "If Toji had still been CEO today, he would've made sure that none of this bullshit would’ve happened.”

Naoya widened his eyes in bewilderment, not anticipating his father to twist his logic like that. He already received a literal slap across his face, but to realize that��Naobito still compared him to his older cousin all these months later drove him insane!

"No, Father. What I meant was—"

"Oh, there is no need to correct me. I know what you meant," Naobito tested in a low voice. "What I gathered from this conversation is that I have given you a million chances in life, and you know what? You blew every single one of them. You're an asshole, you're a cheater, and you're a complete humiliation. I can always count on you to paint me as a failed father."

Outrageous.

With the bitter staring contest between father and son, the latter boiled internally listening to the insults from the man who sired him. For the ruthless Naobito Zenin, Naoya meant no value as an heir without the ability to achieve his high standards. 

"Some twisted brain you have for sleeping with your cousin's ex-spouse,” Naobito then chided, yet amusement remained absent in his tone. “Was that the low-class tramp I saw in the photos with you on the private jet the other day?"

The blonde kept his mouth shut.

But his father wanted an answer. "Well?!"

Suck it in, Naoya. That's all you can do now. "Yes."

What a sight, to see how someone blazing as a furious flame then erupt into a violent volcano. Naobito grabbed his son's collar, pulling him forward and shoving him against the wall. His fists shook as he sought the other's gaze.

"You're fucking married, you realize that?!" he snarled.

"I do! Which is why I have cut Mari from my life! I don't talk to that woman anymore."

Unimpressed, Naobito tugged forcefully at Naoya's shirt again. "I am truly astonished by what an idiot you are. Your answer doesn't change shit." He tightened his grip and did not care that his son wrapped both hands around his wrist to prevent himself from choking. "Let me tell you something, boy. I did everything—everything—to convince our Chief Operating Officer to let his treasured daughter marry you, you despicable bastard. He didn't want to hand the girl over because he knew—oh, that man is wise!—he knew that the union mainly served as a tactic to improve your public image and that there was little obvious benefit for his child. Power and money did not interest him when compared to his daughter, so the one promise I made is that you would love her," and he roared, "so, what the hell have you done?!"

Naoya had heard his father’s warnings countless times, yet he previously brushed each one aside with an ambivalence he now acknowledged as foolish. Unlike before, the threat to his hard-earned position suddenly became very, verypalpable. He grappled with a strange fear, unable to pinpoint what precisely unsettled him the most. The scorn from a world that no longer saw him as an honest businessman? The sneers from relatives with an undeniable reason to mock him? Or perhaps the fury from his draconian father, whose disappointment cut deeper than any public disgrace?

"I—" Naoya's choked voice resembled a croak. He could hardly breathe. "I apologize. This entire situation...this got out of my control."

Alongside his callous disregard for his son’s feelings, the Zenin patriarch even scoffed.

"This isn’t about getting out of your control, boy. This is about your complete lack of judgment. In fact, Daisuke called me when he saw the headlines, and you know what he told me?" and he had to refrain from flinging his son onto the ground before he continued, "That Y/N's been staying in her family residence again because she is going to leave you!"

Naoya held his next breath. Fuck, he knows. Naoya intended to keep his recent arguments with you a secret, hoping to resolve the situation first. However, since your father snitched...lying would be a dangerous move.

"I have not seen Y/N in a week because we've had a few fights." Naoya did not dare admit the details about how you two became arguing spectacles, first in his cousins' presence and later on at the café. "Just...marriage quarrels. We will get over—"

“She would be a moron to stay married to you,” Naobito cut off. "Y/N and your unborn child deserve more than to have a public disgrace like you in the household."

Right. Had he not been reminded, Naoya would've forgotten that he had lied to his father about your pregnancy, too. His hands grew clammy where they still seized his father’s wrist.

“There"—a cough—"there is no child,” Naoya blurted out, determining to rip all bandaids off in one go.

Naturally, his father became perplexed.

“Excuse me?” His hold loosened just enough for Naoya to gasp properly for his next breath.

“Y/N is not pregnant,” Naoya repeated, his voice hollow with resignation. “During our last family dinner, I only said that because I wanted to please you.”

The older Zenin became still, appalled by the younger one's bravery to say those words. For a moment, Naoya braced himself for another physical blow before his father released him, shoving Naoya backward such that he stumbled.

“If you weren’t so disappointing, there would be no need for you to lie to me,” Naobito pointed out coldly. "Not only to me, but also your wife, your colleagues, and your shareholders on matters about your family, your marriage, or your commitment to the company. If Toji had not brought this to the media's attention, how much longer would you have manipulated the truth for your benefit?"

There he went again.

"I don't understand," Naoya protested, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "Toji doesn't belong in this family anymore! Why do you keep talking about him? Father, you forced him to leave earlier this year, citing his threat to our family and company's reputation."

"You're the one to talk!" Naobito shot back. "At least Toji has the brain that you utterly lack." Before the younger man could react, the Chairman had already turned on his heel. "I have made my decision."

His decision?

A confused Naoya watched his father head for the exit.

"Wait, Father...!"

"Enough!" The infuriated man raised a hand right as he neared the door, a warning for him to not speak further. "Our discussion has concluded. Effective immediately, Toji Fushiguro has been re-instated as the Zenin Heir and CEO."

Instantly, Naoya slumped forward in disbelief.

Even as the older man disappeared, the room appeared to spin dangerously. Toji Fushiguro...re-instated? As the heir and CEO?

Naobito Zenin could never make up his mind, now could he? In Naoya's head, this must be some cruel joke.

Ever since he comprehended his ability to bend fate to his will, he had promised himself to fight tooth and nail to defend the (very rightful!) position that he worked hard to earn. He had disposed of his cousin through slander, he had to put up with shitty corporate politics, and, hell, he had to even marry you!

Some may label Naoya's current negative publicity as irredeemable, but he held hope the situation would normalize once the steam blew over.

With these thoughts in mind, Naoya regained his balance and rushed out as well. "Father!"

However, by the time he reached beyond the doors, Naobito Zenin was no longer there. Even his secretary could not be found as, instead, two imposing figures stood by the desk where his assistant should be. Naoya didn't recognize them. The men were tall and well-built, their muscled arms and thighs visible despite the fabric that covered their tattooed skin.

"Nice to meet you," one started after the long silence. "I am Eso and this is my younger brother Kechizu."

A stumped Naoya frowned.

"May...I help you?"

"No," the other answered nonchalantly, "because we are here to knock you out."

"Wha—"

And Naoya's vision went dark.

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end notes: Note that Eso and Kechizu are Choso's younger brothers in JJK. (Both are not completely human in canonverse, but we shall suspend beliefs.) Also, I cannot explain the satisfaction as I wrote about Naoya and his mistress finally getting wrecked! Talk about justice being served! There were many ways these scenes could have played out, but I strategically chose Tsumiki and Naobito as the agents in the discussions. Freed from corporate America handcuffs, I plan to post again soon. Love you all!

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[doukeshi-kun]

Dad Nikolai is definitely the type of dad to walk around shirtless all the time especially during the summer. Like he's the dad that while all the kids are outside playing, he's chilling, not a shirt in sight. Sun's out, tiddies out. Gimme his breasts pls 🙏

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

replies ✥ oh hell yea tiddies outttt

contents ✥ fluff, suggestive , oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader

Nikolai treats you like a queen.

His words and manners are enough proof that he sees you as one. You could not remember how many times have you felt so down about your appearance, especially after three pregnancies. But Nikolai would always be there, hands slithering on your body, tracing your curves and folds and fleshes and bones, with his lips uttering how beautiful you are.

And he is such a great father as well. He makes sure your children all tell you how beautiful and pretty and cute you are. Yuri is a good boy—he always says nice things to you. Mari wants to be as pretty as you—she said. And Karol... Well, he often compares you with his favourite Hot Wheels cars, so you take it as a compliment.

It's summer. The sun is bright outside. It is a little windy, it is such a nice weather to chill. You are standing right outside your house, monitoring Yuri and Mari who are gardening. They seem to be focused on choosing between succulents. Yuri has taken a new interest these days and you are more than happy to support him—and Nikolai is always eager to play with Yuri, despite the boy's annoyance.

“Dad, dad! Bell man gonna come! Just waaatch!”

“I don't understand you, Karol...”

You hear your husband's voice and you turn to the side, seeing Nikolai's pinky getting pulled by Karol who is excited about some 'bell man'. Nikolai notices you and mouthes 'Help me' with a pleading pout.

However, your eyes are wandering away.

You know Nikolai likes to be shirtless—and this man is a nudist after 2AM—but there is just something else about his look right now.

Shirtless, black shorts, hair in a bun. His chest is toned, with lines of his muscles. His shoulders are just as broad as you remember.

You do not know if it is hormones or you are just attracted by how good of a father he is, but he definitely stirs something in you. You find yourself to be staring hard at his physique—has he exercised or something? Why do his arms look so strong and firm? Why does his waist look so huggable? Are his muscles already looked that toned and visible?

“Pervert alert.”

You swallow nervously when you realize that he is standing beside you. A timidity creeps up, and it feels like you two are young again. Nikolai grins, leaning closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you lightly shove him by his chest, although it does nothing to nudge an inch of him.

“Aww, you shy now?” He teases again, holding your wrist and keeping your hand close to his body. Your fingers are brushing against his bare skin—he is slightly sweaty and he feels warm. Nikolai smirks, pressing your hand so you would palm his chest. “Come on, don't be shy. We've been together for years, my love.”

You pout, pinching his chest lightly. Instead of wincing, Nikolai only laughs, enjoying your reaction. “You’re so fun to tease. Always the same face. Never get tired of it, you know?” He says as he gives your ass a light smack, which you do not mind as much—he is always touchy. But his hand is lingering on your rear for a little too long.

He gives your ass a good squeeze, causing you to squirm and hitting his chest lightly. “D-Don't do that here... The kids—”

“Kids, go inside right now!” Suddenly Nikolai shouts at them and they immediately turn to both of you. You click your tongue in annoyance, attempting to pinch his stomach, but God—his body is firm.

“Don't listen to your dad. He's being stupid again.” You reply, assuring your kids that Nikolai is just joking. Both Mari and Karol are clearly confused but Yuri has the nastiest look on his face, which makes Nikolai cracks a wheeze of laughter.

“Isn't he always stupid though?” Yuri says. Karol gasps, looking at his big brother in disbelief.

“He is?!”

“He is.”

“I don't think daddy is stupid! I think he's just... mmm... selective smart!” Mari says and Nikolai cheers. He gets to his little princess and carries her up.

“Oh, my little flower! You really are your daddy's defender! Mwah!” He kisses her cheek, making Mari giggle. You smile to yourself but your smile falters into a shriek of embarrassment when Nikolai suddenly turns to you, saying, “It's okay, love. I'll carry you like this too.” He winks.

“Stop it,” You huff but your mind is already wandering elsewhere when you are starting to imagine how nice it feels when he wraps his strong arms around you. Your face heats up and you gaze away, trying not to look at your husband's flirtatious smile any longer.

“Bell man!” Karol suddenly shouts excitedly and both you and Nikolai turn to the gate, seeing Karol waddling to see an ice cream bike passing just in front of the house. The man on the bike is ringing a bell—a gesture to attract attention.

“Karol, don't go to the road!” Nikolai barks sternly as he puts down Mari. Yuri is already on his way to hold back his little brother who is excited for some ice cream when the ice cream man parks his bike right outside your yard. Mari looks at both you and Nikolai before grinning and following his brothers, seeming to want an ice cream too.

“Well, guess I have to buy ice cream for everyone,” Nikolai mumbles to himself. “Look after them for a while, sweetheart. I'm gonna get my wallet.”

“And... get your shirt,” You playfully smacks his chest, squeezing it. “Don't wanna have those aunties gawk their eyes on my husband now, do we?”

“Possessive, I like that,” Nikolai smirks as he slaps your butt lightly. “This is all yours, honey. No one has a chance, alright?” You giggle as you shove him back lightly, urging him to get inside and get dressed. Nikolai still has that perverted grin on his face as he walks into the house.

You turn to your kids, expecting a wholesome scenery of your kids choosing ice cream for each other, but all you see is Karol standing on the bike with the ice cream man—not even Yuri or Mari is stopping him.

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[gaybananabread]

✦༻Spoilers༺✦

~This has been in the back of my mind since the movie came out; the time has come. I’m making progress with TickleTober, so enjoy this meal in the meantime! There’s probably more than a hint of shipping in here, but you don’t have to read it like that if you don’t want to. I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Wade Wilson

Ler: Logan Howlett

Summary: Logan is struggling to get used to living with Wade; he has a limit for Wade’s bullshit. The merc loves pushing him to that limit regularly. Logan uses an unconventional method to shut his smartass roommate up.

Warnings: canon-typical language and jokes, spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine and Golden Girls (you’ll see). This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

I’ve finally done it: the ultimate team-up turned homo-erotic-roommates-story. And, ya know, saving my entire timeline; mainly the Logan stuff, though.

Wade had been incredibly happy since they’d saved the existence of his timeline. He was showering regularly, disposed of that horrid “toupee,” and started actually talking to the people in his life about how he felt. It kinda sucked, but hey – character development isn’t always sexy.

Things were going splendidly for the merc with a mouth.

Logan, on the other hand, was slowly going insane.

The Wolverine was grateful for the place to stay, of course; hell, he felt more at home than he had in years. The problem was how…Wade Wade had been acting.

Logan secretly admired how openly true to himself Wade could be; I mean, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind, no matter what. Then again, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind. No matter what.

Even if that thought completely spoiled something for Logan.

“Hey, Peanut! As much as I love that juicy ass, I’m gonna need you to get outta my spot.” Wade flicked his wrist at the eX-Man, beckoning for him to get up. Logan had been there for about twenty minutes, and there was no way he was moving; the episode of Golden Girls he was watching wasn’t finished yet. The man rarely got time to rest like that, savoring every half hour he got with the television like it was holy.

“I’ve been here, bub. Wait your turn.” Logan didn’t even blink, leaning to the side so he could still see the screen. He was gonna finish that episode, damn it.

“Ooo, is that ‘End of the Curse’?” Wade hums, taking a closer look at the screen. Logan wasn’t very far into the episode. “Turns out it’s just menopause, not pregnancy. Man, nothing wakes you up like an existential crisis and skinned minks.”

A low growl rumbled in Logan’s throat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Ooooo, Wade fucked uuup…

“Did you just spoil the ending to my Golden Girls episode?” The livid tone of his roommate’s voice made Wade’s smile grow nervous.

It’s cool, it’s fine. All I gotta do is nail this recovery. Read and learn, people.

“At least I didn’t tell you that the whole Rose and Miles Webber thing doesn’t work out.”

Fuck. This is why you don’t stare at your roommate’s moobs while trying to save yourself, kids.

“You motherf- WADE !” Logan bolted up from his chair, charging at the blemish-skinned man. Wade made his first smart decision that entire morning:

He ran for his fucking life.

But, of course, luck refused to be on the red-suited man’s side. Wade tripped over one of Mary Puppin’s toys outside his room, Logan’s large hands quickly hoisting him up by the waist. Before he could fantasize anything, he was slammed down on his bed. Which, of course, opened up a whole new realm to dig his own grave in.

“Damn, Peanut! It’s customary to take me to dinner first, but you know I don’t mind gettin’ sloppy~” Okay, that was a little cliché. Wasted opportunity, Wilson.

Logan seemed pissed regardless. “You fucking ruined the one relaxing thing I get to do a week when Al’s out. Do you know how hard it is to enjoy a show when you know what’s gonna happen?!”

As entertaining as seeing Wade squirm beneath him was, Logan wanted revenge. He normally would’ve skewered the smartass, but Al was getting sick of smelling Wade’s blood whenever she left for a few hours. That, and he may or may not have gotten some blood on the couch (don’t tell her).

What else could he do? He wanted Wade to suffer, to regret his actions, to shut up for one in his god-forsaken existence. The only times he could remember that happened was when he was asleep, and when he was…oh. Ohoho, fuck yes.

“You’re gonna learn to shut that gaping, bottomless shithole you call a mouth, Wade, and you’re gonna learn it the hard way.”

“I do everything the hard way, Peanu- yeEEAHAHA! THEHE FUHAHAHACK?!” Before Wade could finish proving Logan’s point yet again, he felt ten muscular fingers knead into his thighs. It was – ironic, he knew – his death spot.

Now, imagine trying to explain why you’re smiling so much when someone’s grabbing at your thighs without stuttering. Spoiler alert: it’s torture.

“You can’t mouth off if you’re too busy laughing, fuckhead. Now shut up and scream for me.” Logan squeezed and squished at the merc's thighs, doing his best to tickle the shit out of him.

“Y-YOUHU CAHAN'T- FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO!” Wade tried and failed to speak through his laughter, his head reeling from the intense feeling. For the first time in many moons, the Merc with a Mouth was rendered speechless.

“I can’t fuck? Really? Bold ass statement to make when you’re at my mercy.” Logan’s more playful side was slipping out; how could it not with Wade’s goofy-ass laughter egging him on? Seriously, how could anyone expect him to act like a hard-ass with the man making such purposefully adorable noises?

“NOHOHOT WHAHAHAT IHI MEHEHEANT!” Kicking and squirming, the scarred man was quickly realizing he couldn’t talk his way out of the situation. They were matched in strength, but the tickling quickly un-evened the playing field. Maybe pleading for his life?

“COHOHOME OHOHON! I-IHI’LL QUIHIHIT!”

Logan paused for just a moment, his hands still resting on Wade’s hips. He was…actually gonna stop being a loudmouth? While he didn’t believe a word of that, he still wanted to take things a bit easier on the man; damn feelings…

Slowing down, the Wolverine moved his wiggling fingers to Wade’s stomach. Compared to his thighs, it was a decently tolerable spot; still, it fucking tickled.

“Wohoholvie, thihis is nuhuhuts! Ahand not thehe hohot kihihind!” Okay, maybe he immediately proved himself a liar, but Logan didn’t exactly quit! He was sort of justified, in that sense.

“You never learn, do ya?” There’s an air of amusement and affection in his voice that shocks the both of them. Logan immediately tries to correct it, clearing his throat with a glare. “Stubborn asshole. It’s a bad idea to taunt me when you’re this fucking ticklish.”

“Th-thihihis ihihisn’t fahahahair! Youhuhu’re thehe Tumblr bahahabygirl, nohot mehehe! Youhu shouhuhuld be gehehtting ihit!”

“The fuck is a Tumblr babygirl?” Logan snorted at the silly-sounding words, once again trying to figure out what the hell his roommate was talking about.

“Thehehey knohohow!” Wade pointed towards some unseeable audience, making the hairy man roll his eyes. He seriously needed to get Wade tested for something; it would probably explain so much.

“Do you want me to go back to your thighs?” Logan jerked his hands down threateningly, reveling in the squeal the motion causes. He didn’t even touch the other man that time; it was kinda cute.

“NOOOHOhohooo! Dihickhead!” Without thinking, Wade thrusted his arms out and shoved at Logan’s shoulders. Obviously, the brick wall of a man didn’t move, but his attention was drawn to a specific nuisance: the merc’s arms. Specifically, the fact that he hadn’t explored beneath them yet.

Gathering the mouthy man’s wrists in one hand, Logan forced Wade’s arms up and pinned them to the mattress. Once again, Wade was faced with a tough decision: smart off and completely fuck himself, or grovel and hope for some mercy.

Eh, smart choices are plot killers. This one’s for you, dear reader.

“Y-youhuhu’re really ehembracing your dark side, Peanut~ Next thing ya knowhow, I’m gonna be getting fitted for thohose fuzzy cuffs and a harn- FFFAAHAHAHAAA! OHO- OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’M SOHOHORRY! IHIT WAS THEHEHERE!”

Logan showed zero mercy, digging into Wade’s underarm with renewed vigor. He switched back and forth every few seconds, right to left, wrecking the man as thoroughly as possible. The man’s thighs were definitely still his death spot, but his armpits were a close second.

“You don’t act like you’re sorry, ya shithead.” There was a lot less contempt in Logan’s tone than Wade was expecting; he couldn’t exactly comment on it, but the Wolverine seemed almost happy that he had chosen to prolong his torment by being a smartass.

Wade, on the other hand, was going through it; a vibrant blush had taken residence on his cheeks, little tears of mirth showing up for the housewarming party. Worst of all, his exhaustion forced his muscles to relax, allowing snorts to catch in his throat.

“Damn, Wilson. Goin’ hog wild down there, huh?” Wade’s heart would’ve stopped right then if it were possible. Logan “Go Fuck Yourself” Howlett…made a dad joke?!

“Y-YOUHUHU MAHAHDE A JOHOHOHOKE! IHI’M SOHOHO PROUHUHUD!”

“Fuckin’ Christ, just shut up already!” Embarrassed from both the acknowledgement and praise, Logan dug back into Wade’s thigh to silence him; well, keep him from talking by means of hysterical laughter.

About two minutes into getting his thighs attacked by the kitty man, Wade was rethinking all his life choices that led him there. I mean, he obviously wouldn’t do anything different if he actually had the chance to, but there were some regrets. His laugh was growing raspy, a few wheezes slipping in with the snorts as he struggled to catch his breath.

Logan noticed how tired Wade was getting almost instantly. The man hadn’t smarted off in a hot second, so he figured it was time to stop; definitely not because he was taking it easy on Wade or something stupid like that…

The moment the tickles stopped, Wade drew in deep, giggle-ridden breaths as he tried to calm down. He barely noticed his wrists’ release, too tired to lower his arms anyway. It was, admittedly, an utterly adorable sight.

Noticing he was still literally straddling the anti-hero, Logan climbed off and went to grab Wade some water. When he got back to the bedroom, the merc had curled up on his side, a blanket hap-hazardly tugged over him. The eX-man rolled his eyes at the sight, turning the man to face him.

“Here, drink this.”

Despite sticking his tongue out, Wade greedily gulped down the water. His textured cheeks were still a healthy red from the tickling, the ice water both soothing his throat and cooling him off.

“Thanks, Kitty.”

“Just take a nap or somethin’, bub.” Rolling his eyes at the statement, Logan turned and trudged out of the room; neither missed the light blush on his cheeks from the nickname.

Wade settled back into his bed, sighing at the ceiling. Despite everything, he was actually going to try and improve on his spoiling restraint; he kinda deserved what came to him, even if it was totally overkill.

As for the tickling…well, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Logan could’ve cut his vocal chords or sliced his head off in the tub, but he didn’t; the man just did something silly and lighthearted to drill the lesson into his brain. It was curious, in a sense; why would he choose to be lenient with the loudmouth?

It definitely deserved some looking at, to say the least.

Maybe I’ll insult his mutton chops tomorrow. Ya know, for research purposes…

[satorusugurugurl]

Chilling by the pool + sukuna plz🙏🙏

Holiday!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: chillin’ by the pool

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna (Modern!AU) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, pool-sex, thigh grinding, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

Word Count: 1,895

A/N: the modern!Sukuna AU is a secret weakness of mine. I love writing for these characters. There’s just something about them that makes my heart flutter! (all of the modern!sukuna prompts on my blog are in the same universe)

When Sukuna told you he wanted to go on a vacation with you, and only you, you had been too stunned to speak. Normally, if you went on a trip with him, his younger brothers Yuuji and Choso tagged along, but this time, sharing a room with two queen-sized beds and one bathroom to share. So when he told you he wanted to go on a vacation, and you started looking at cheap hotel deals with two queens, Sukuna looked at you as if you had lost your ever-loving mind before snatching your phone.

“I ain't taking no brats this fuckn’ time.”

This is how you found yourself in an Air BnB, just you and Sukuna in Kyoto. Not having Choso and Yuuji around was strange, making your time with your boyfriend nice and quiet, which both of you needed. You floated in the pool your home away from home had to offer and grinned at your snoring boyfriend. His sunglasses were on, one hand resting behind his head while the other rested on his stomach underneath the umbrella.

He needed the rest; he worked so hard for his brothers; as long as he was in the shade and had sunscreen on, there was no reason to bother him. You shut your eyes and drifted to sleep, waking up about an hour later when you felt yourself drifting under some shade that hadn’t been there before.

Sukuna had tugged his chair and umbrella closer to the pool, bringing him closer to his bratty girlfriend. When you glanced at his chair, you were met with your tattooed boyfriend's face, his sunglasses pushed up against his head as he huffed. Without a single word, Sukuna leaned over his chair, eyes glued on you as you drifted closer towards him.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to float over here?”

“I don't know how long were you waiting?”

“Too fucking long.” Sukuna rose his sunglasses off, jumping into the water. You squeal as the water hitch your warm skin with a chill. Sitting up slightly, you try to follow Sukuna with your eyes, seeing nothing but a dark shadow passing underneath you.

You felt like a shark was stalking you. One that was starved, and you, well, you were its meal. Amid your thoughts, you missed your boyfriend swimming underneath your raft. The only clue you got that he was underneath you was when your raft was tilted to the side, causing you to fall into the water.

The crystal clear water was perfect, cooling down your skin. Bubbles tickled you as you breached the surface and turned around, searching for your boyfriend. Toned, tattooed, muscular arms wrapped around you, pulling you towards the pool wall, slamming you against it. The impact didn’t hurt, but your boyfriend's hungry, feral look does things for you!

You gasped as Sukuna’s lips found your sensitive ear, licking and sucking on them while his knee slid between your legs, pressing against your throbbing core. He nibbled on your earlobe teeth, grazing over it and making you scream his name. Thank God your pool was a private one because you were phoning, grinding, and crying out against your boyfriend as if you were in heat.

“H-Holy fuck, Kuna, what—?”

“Shut up,” he stated, tilting his head to the side, sharp canine digging into the crook of your neck. “Just relax. Let me have some fun.”

“Oh, I will. I just do—oooh—nngh!” Sukuna removed his knee from between your legs, opting to tug your bottoms down, letting them float away. “Kuna~”

“I need to be inside of you.” his hand slipped further down to his swim trunks, pulling them down enough to free his thick cock. “And I’m gonna take you now because I don’t have anyone stopping me from fucking you right here right now,” Sukuna growled softly, wrapping you up in his arms as soon as you both were bare from the bottom down. "Mmm, fuck, this feels good."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. "I love the water," you whispered, looking into his crimson eyes. “But I love you more, fuck I'm so glad you booked this.” His teeth nipped at your neck with a snarl.

He rocked gently against you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. "Lately, I’ve been finding it really hard to relax. I figured we could use a well-deserved break.” Humming in agreement, you nodded before rubbing your hands down his back.

"You work so hard, Kuna; you deserve to relax.”

He pulled back to stare at you. "You make it easy, Kitten. Easy when it comes to taking care of my kid brothers and when it comes to relaxing.”

Hearing those words, leave his mouth while his cock is grinding against you, and you are rocking back against him, eager for more. "I'm so glad I can help you feel relaxed and carry some of the weight for you; I love you, and god, you deserve the world, Kuna~."

"You are the sweetest girl on this planet, Kitten; ~" His hand trailed up to your breast, pushing the wet swim top up, teasing your soft skin. “But I already have the world when I’m with you.”

"Ah~" You bit her lip; your body was on fire with need, "Kuna~ will you fuck me, please?" You scratched your nails down his back. "I-I need you—god, I need you so bad."

"Oh, are you a desperate little slut now, Kitten, huh?" He groped you roughly, enjoying your body slowly, taking in your beautiful, soft skin.

"Mhmm, I'm your little slut~ I fuckin’ love you-" Sukuna grunted as you rolled hips rocked against him again, a little harder this time.

Sukuna turned, pushing you harder against the tile wall before leaning on and whispering in your ear. "You're such a good girl~ You're such a slut, a whore, just for me, right Kitten?~" He purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe again.

“Yes!”

“Good to know.” He forced his leg between yours, moving his knee up and settling you on his thigh. "But I'm not ready to fuck you just yet. Grind on me." He ordered with a soft growl.

You blushed, feeling a tad bit shy at first. Before remembering all the places, he had fuckrd you before. A closet, Gojo’s room, the tattoo shop. This would be a piece of cake. "O-Okay—" you mustered your assertiveness before grinding down on his leg. "S-Suku~" you rolled your puds tantalizingly slow.

“Yeah, baby.” Sukuna groaned softly, gently bringing his thigh a little higher for you, pressing it harder. "That's a good Kitten, getting yourself off on me; keep it up~."

Your face was flushed, cried out. "L-Like this," you asked, rocking a bit faster with a whimper, eyes shyly meeting your boyfriend's starved gaze.

He leaned in, kissing your neck before biting down on the soft, overly sensitive skin. "You're mine~"

"A-Ah~!" Your body rocked a bit faster over his tattooed thigh. "P-Please Kuna~ I-I'm yours, fuck, please t-take me!”

Hearing the desperation in your voice made Sukuna quickly remove his leg. You didn’t even have a chance to complain about the absence of his leg for long before that empty spot was quickly taken up by his hips. Sukuna’s cock rubbed against your folds. "Yeah, you want me to take you, Kitten? Want me to make you mine in every way I can?"

"Y-Yes! P-Please Kuna, oh fuck, please take me." You were utterly desperate and in need of him and his thick, long, pierced cock. "I'd do anything for it."

"Good girl ~" He purred before thrusting into you, not stopping until he was fully buried inside you. "Oh, Fuck—!!"

You yelped, tightening around his thick throbbing cock as he slammed into you. "Ooooh fuck me~"

“Kitten~!” He growled, looking right into beautiful eyes before setting a harsh, deep, slow pace. He was focused on every thrust, the way his thick cock dragged against your walls. How your walls tried to pull him deeper inside of you. “Fuck, kitten—You have the perfect fuckin’ body!”

You whimpered and whined, your nails digging deeper into his back. "I-I love you~!” your declaration of love, the feeling of you wrapped around him in the stinging pain of your nails and his back, had Sukuna panting heavily against your skin. God, he wanted you to be his. Every fucking inch of you. He moaned, the water starting to splash against the walls and your skin as he picked up the pace fucking you ruthlessly.

“I love you too, Kitten~ O-Ohhh fuck-I’m gonna get you pregnant~"

Having children was something you had never discussed about before. How marriage wasn’t even talked about. But your boyfriend was already imagining you swollen with his child. You’re so good with his brothers. He could only imagine what a fantastic mother you were going to turn out to be. There wasn’t a chance that you would even get pregnant right now with the IUD you had. So, for the time being, it would just be a fantasy.

A fantasy that you could get behind. "Mmmm, god, I want that, Kuna~ I want your babies~ I'll be a good mommy—!!”

He growled, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully. "Fuck—fuck—fuck!! Y-Yeah, you’ll be such a good mom to our kids!!” He snarled, rutting harder against you. “Yeah, you wanna be stuffed with my kids, huh? Is that what you want, baby?"

"Nnngh fuck!! Yes, Sukuna—p-please stuff me~ I-l aggh—fuck~! I-I'm so close, please~!!"

The water was making Sukuna feel a certain kind of way like he was high and drunk at the same time. But that was just the effect you had on him. Your pink-haired boyfriend was cumming before he noticed. Not wanting to leave you hanging, he reached down, rubbing your clit desperately.

“F-Fuck! Fuuck yes! Yes, yes, yes!! Cum for me!”

Feeling his cum filling you and the stimulation he provided to your clit since you tumbled over the edge, falling into your delicious orgasm. As you came around his cock Sukuna pressed his lips against yours, the lingering taste of rum and Coke on his tongue as he slowly thrust into you, working you down from your high. Sukuna hummed against your lips, scoffing as he pulled back to look at your fucked out expression.

“Good thing we aren’t at a hotel because I’m pretty sure the neighbors two miles down the beach could hear you screaming my name.”

“Like I give a shit.” you sighed contentedly as Sukuna held you against the wall. “Kuna—”

“Hmm?”

“I do love you.”

Your boyfriend grinned pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Mmm, I know Kitten, me too.” He loved you so much part of him was hoping that maybe just maybe he did knock you up.

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[munsonthings86]

scattered lilies

eddie doesn't have enough money for flowers before your date so he improvises by picking the prettiest flowers he sees on the way to your house.

warnings: cursing, fluff, soft!eddie, kinda shy!eddie, shy!reader, 0.6k

"shit," he curses in a whispered tone, desperately slapping at his pockets. he rushes over to his neglected, mountainous laundry pile, digging at every pocket he can find, praying to find a bill, a quarter, shit he'd be relieved to even spot a nickel. but the strewn out clothes with their pockets all turned out to reveal nothing but crumpled tissue and lint, eventually rendered useless.

eddie was becoming hopeless, running his boisterous silver ringed fingers through his curly hair that was growing unruly by the minute. pacing in his room, he nearly toppled over the picnic basket that he'd packed with food, drinks, books, and sweet mary jane for the two of you, which was where all of his money had gone, of course. glancing at the analog clock on his end table, the daunting red numbers blared 4:37.

from what he could see out of his small window, he spied ivory flowers growing out of mrs. hafers front yard of her trailer, and a cunning idea sneaks its way into his conscience. he tried to talk himself out of it as it was mrs. hafer who’d offered to put him to work at her cafe when no other employer in hawkins wanted to hire him after the incident in '86.

he figured he could ask his uncle to spot him so he could head down to the florist to legally obtain flowers instead, but he made the promise to pick you up by 5:00 and he was out of options. he couldn't not show up with flowers. what kind of a gentleman would he be?

he shrugged on his trusty leather jacket, tucking a bandana into his back pocket and scoops up the picnic basket that he hoped you'd love. he nearly knocked his uncle wayne over as he dashed out the door but soon changed his pace, creeping up to the bush of lilies. he plucked as many as he could without leaving the yard looking so obviously tampered with, and made a beeline for the main road.

on the trek to your house, eddie couldn't stop staring at the thrifted bouquet. he knew you loved flowers as you always had one threaded in the strands of your hair and wore pretty little dresses with floral patterns, but he had no clue what your favorite flowers actually were.

what if you hated lilies? what if you were more of a tulip or a dahlia kinda girl? eddie only knew those names because you talked about flowers so often.

he spent the rest of the walk picking any and every flower he saw whether it was red, pink, or white, big or small, tying the stems with a scrunchie you'd given him some time ago, when the bouquet grew too abundant.

his fist shook a little as he knocked on your door, nerves poking fiery needles across his skin, coloring him red. his cheeks and lips pulled into a toothy smile when you answered the door with a grin of your own, doing your best to hide your face with your hair. you wore a blush pink crewneck, styled with a white collar, a skirt of the same hue and sneakers that were almost identical to eddies. you looked nothing short of perfect to him.

"hi, angel," he waved to you the best he could, what with the basket and bouquet occupying his hands, and all.

"hi, eddie," you giggled, closing the door behind you, stepping closer to him. eddie's breath hitched as a gust of wind blew, allowing his senses to be overrun by your sweet, fruity perfume. "got these for ya," he gently rested the flowers into your cradling arms.

"thank you, they're gorgeous," you giggled at the wild assortment of flowers, recognizing some of them from your neighbors yard a few houses down. you decided to not question him about it. no one’s ever gotten you flowers before.

eddie took your hand in his, leading you to the park where he hoped to have a date that was as perfect as you were <3

💌 1 new message from jojo: if you made it down here i love you :) lemme know if i should make this into a full fic, cuz im thinking abt it…inbox is open!

[atarathegreat]

Souya Kawata

"No, no, no! Because Y/n here has been with both twins!" Yuzuha laughs, her alcohol spilling slightly as she jumped, her usually careful hands becoming sloppy with her drunkenness, "You gotta tell us who's better in bed! You have to!" Hina, Emma, and you laughed with her as she stumbled sideways, demanding that you give her all the inside details. "Okay! Okay! Sit down before you fall and I'll tell you!" You helped her back into her seat and sat next to her, "Honestly, it's hard to say. In terms of straight-out sex, they're both very similar. I think Hoya is great if you're looking for something crazy, but Souya is perfect for a more tame sex life." Hina groaned at the statement, sliding you a beer, "C'mon, that's not what we want to hear? Who do you like more!"

You face went red as you realized you would have to tell them about what you liked privately. Which normally wouldn't be a bad thing, but the three of you were in such a crowded space. "I don't know if I should say anything here, Hinata. There are a ton of people here." You wrung your hands under the table, hoping they would drop it. Yuzuha grabbed your soft face and came close, her breath wreaking of the Bloody Maries she'd been swallowing all night, "Are you afraid that you'll tell us it's Nahoya? Or that Souya will find out it isn't him? Do you still love Nahoya?" You shoved her back into her chair to get her from your face. "That's not it at all! We're in public and I don't want to say such things out loud!" You hissed, downing the last bit of your beer, ordering a vodka straight.

You loved going out on girls' night, hanging out with the three girls, and getting drunk, but sometimes Yuzuha just put you in uncomfortable situations and you often got drunk to avoid answering her. Once you were feeling tipsy, you left. Yeah, you could've texted your boyfriend to pick you up, but your skin was hot and it felt like you needed the fresh air during the walk home. And, according to Emmas' brother Mikey, who was with you all at the bar and also Souyas' boss, Souya was going to be busy until early morning. A sigh clouded the air in front of you, showing just how cold it was getting at night. The hoody you wore was too baggy to keep the blistering wind from crawling up the bottom and freezing you to the core, not even folding your arms in the pocket was helping. Rocks got kicked if they were in the way, you couldn't be bothered to step over them in your hurry to get home, and dirt flew up onto your socks.

The door to the apartment was unlocked, making you wary as it opened to the fully lit living room. Souya was sat on the couch, a book in his hands. Relieved, you sighed and closed the front door, and slipped free from the hoody, "Hey, SouSou, I didn't think you were gonna be home." There was no reply, even as you took your shoes off, leading to another statement, "Mikey said you were gonna be busy all night with work stuff. Did you finish early?"

"No."

Pausing at his harsh tone, you turned, jumping at how close he'd gotten so silently. "Souya, don't scare me like that, yeah? Making my head spin..." You reached up and rubbed at your temple as he crossed his arms. "Where were you?" His anger was evident in his tone, emphasized by the dangerous way he leaned over you. You sheepishly pointed to the door, thinking it was obvious, "I was out with the girls. We-we were safe, Mikey was there to watch us this time...I mean, I did walk home but I walked fast and-"

Souya slammed a hand on the wall next to you, making you jump at his outburst, "What did you say tonight?" He was intimidating when he wanted to be, and right then, he wanted to be. The way his arm settled right next to your neck, or the proximity of his face to yours as he growled out each sentence, his warm breath was once comforting. "What did you say tonight with the girls?" Souya asked again, bending his elbow to get closer, his head forcing yours back into the wall. "What do you mean, Sou?" You placed your palms against his chest, hoping to calm him even a little bit. He turned, bumping your head in the process, and pulled out his phone to show you a video. It was you and Yuzuha, clearly taken from across the bar, Neither of you hadn't realized you were that loud. It picked up you talking about the twins during sex, and you made eye contact with Souya and sighed. "They asked a question, and I answered as honestly as I could in a public setting."

There was a small space for you to wedge past Souya, making your way to your fridge and looking for anything to snack on before bed. Souya grabbed the back of your neck and hauled you toward the countertop, leaning painfully on your back, "Do you miss being with Nahoya? Tell me!" His rage got out of his control, "Do you want my brother?" You wiggled sideways, rolling onto the floor and getting the pain out of your back, "What are you talking about?"

Staying out of his reach wasn't easy, but you just had to. Souya was a man who scared his enemies based on proximity and strength, and it never ended well. "Souya! Stop! Tell me what you're talking about!" You slowly backed away from him, matching each of his steps, "Why would you think I want to be with Nahoya?"

"You are on video saying that Nahoya is great! Saying that our sex life is boring! Do you know how humiliating that is?" Souya rushed forward and you allowed him to capture you, trapping you in the shared bedroom, "Do you love Nahoya still?" The sadness in his eyes was contrasting with his anger, but he didn't know how else to show his anxiety. You could tell he was afraid that you didn't love him, that he wasn't enough for you, and that you missed how crazy Nahoya was. But you didn't, you needed Souya's calm demeanor. So you allowed him to force you back onto the bed and hover over you, his lips claiming any free space he could find. "Do you miss this? Being thrown around? Being bent in painful ways?" Souya pulled your knee up next to your shoulder, ripping your pant leg and painfully stretching the muscles. He ripped your pants all the way around until they were simply rags on the floor, exposing your underwear and legs to him, "Do you want me to be rough with you? Or do you want me to call Nahoya so he can fuck you just the way you like?"

"Souya, wait-" You tried to keep him from ripping your shirt open but spoke too late and your shirt was discarded with the pants, nothing more than tomorrow's trash. His fingers dug into your sides, his teeth following soon after and leaving perfect indents. You hissed at each bite and squeeze, wishing he would be gentle with you, like always. "Do you enjoy me hurting you like this? Hmm? You like being bruised?" Souya growled in your ear, wrapping his fingers around your throat and tightening it until you couldn't breathe. He kicked his pants off, leaning down to bite and bruise your neck, there was no way for you to get away from him. "Sou, no..." You were able to rasp out, losing your underwear quickly to him and his anger. "What? You don't like this because it's me?" Souya released your throat as he thrust painfully into you, no doubt causing some bleeding, "You'd rather be with Nahoya?"

You reached up and jerked his body tightly against yours, "Souya, please, be gentle with me... this hurts too much." His eyes widened at your begging, but you could feel some of the tension leaving him, could see his face softening at the new tears rushing down your face. "Be gentle with me, I can't take the brutality." Souya paused for a brief moment, his hands flying to your face to cradle it gently. "Please, Souya. I want your gentleness."

Souya moved slowly, the pain quickly subsiding as he kissed your jaw, "Explain yourself, my love. Or I'll be rough again. Do you still want Nahoya like this?" You chuckled, a slight moan slipping from between your lips, "I don't like how rough he is, Souya. Every aspect of him is, I crave your gentle nature. There is no one but you, Souya, you're perfect for me."

He pulled out of you, tears forming in his eyes as he examined the damage he'd done. "Souya," You gained his attention easily, "finish what you started. Prove to yourself that you know your better than Nahoya." Souya buried himself back into your core, peppering soft kisses around your eyes and lips, your moans lingering between each one. He knew all the perfect moves to get you closer to your release, resting his head on your neck as he neared his own. "Souya..." You breathed, tangling your hands in his hair as your middle began to tighten, "Souya, I love you." His left-hand trails to hold your head as he placed his forehead against yours, "I'm sorry, for hurting you, love. Can you forgive me?" Souya's voice was strained as he tried to keep a slower pace than usual to avoid agitating your earlier injuries. "Of course, I can, SouSou." You smiled, arching your back at his fastened movements.

"Then allow me to work for it."

[froggibus]

Mary On A Cross - Mammon

Pairing: Mammon x f! angel! reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 3k

Summary: dating an angel has never been easy for Mammon, but now he wants to show you that your holiness isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be

CW: blasphemy, desecration of a temple, sex in a temple, anti-religious sentiments, sacrilege, fingering, stripping, slight exhibitionism, public sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be smart 07), multiple creampies, praise/degradation, sex on the floor

hello yes it is I still managing to write this month…anyway, please enjoy the culmination of months of thoughts of mammon + listening to ghost :)

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“C’mon, can’t you tell me where we’re going?” You pout.

Mammon tightens his grip on your hand, continuing to lead you down the cobbled path. You’re not supposed to be in the human world, and you’ve always been a rule follower, but Mammon just brings out that rebellious side of you. 

The demon doesn’t answer your question. In fact, he’s been strangely quiet ever since he came up to you after school and started dragging you along with him. You know he doesn’t always have the easiest time at RAD, but you’ve never quite seen him this upset.

Mammon tries to keep his composure and remind himself that it’s not you he’s mad at. But it’s so hard to forget the differences between you when you look so fucking angelic all the time. No matter what you do, your skin has that ethereal glow to it and your voice always sounds melodic and soft. It makes him want to worship you, it makes him want to ruin you.

Jealousy and anger courses through him, his heart beating so hard it’s painful. He hates how people in the Devildom look at him when you’re together, hates the stares you always get. No one looks at you like that when you’re with Simeon, or even the damn chihuahua. No, those looks are reserved for Mammon, and he reads them loud and clear.

A demon and an angel? Ridiculous. They’ll never last. He’s going to ruin her. How did they even end up together? Aren’t they mortal enemies? Disgusting.

He glances at you and immediately the thoughts die out. You’ve always been able to quiet the darker parts of his mind, dull his jagged edges. He almost feels guilt for what he’s going to do to you.

Almost.

You stop as soon as you reach the stairs to the temple. “No. Mammon, no.” 

You plant your heels into the ground and tug on his hand, trying to get him to release you. You would do almost anything for him, but this? This is too far. 

He stops on the stair above you, looking at you seriously. “Are you comin?”

His voice is void of anything. No guilt, no shame. Just that same, tired tone he uses whenever his brother’s are picking on him too much.

“Do you know what this is? This is a temple, Mammon. For an archangel. Gods, you could be smited just for being within five feet of this place!”

“The Great Mammon? Smited?” He scoffs, dropping your hand and continuing up to the door.

His hand touches the handle and you brace yourself, ready for your boyfriend to get eviscerated before your eyes. He twists the handle, the door clicks open and…nothing happens. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Are you comin’ or what?”

You scurry up the stairs after him, managing to slip through the door just before it closes. The temple is completely empty, three rows of oak benches lining a long marble aisle. At the end of the aisle is a large, empty throne carved out of marble. 

You recognize the carving at the top of the throne immediately and stop dead in your tracks. You really shouldn’t be here. You watch silently as Mammon approaches the throne, plopping himself in it and giving you a crooked smirk.

He beckons you closer with his fingers, and you find yourself stumbling down the aisle without thinking. His eyes are dark, the pupil consuming the iris. You don’t like that look, and yet you can’t stop.

He pats his knee, “hav’a seat.”

You hesitantly sit down on his lap, leaning your head back on his chest. Your heart is racing, and you expect someone to burst in at any moment and smite you down.

“Your heart is pounding,” Mammon whispers, hot breath against your neck.

You shiver and nod. You really shouldn’t be doing this. You go to stand up but Mammon yanks you back down, using his thighs to force your legs apart. He rests a hand on your inner thigh just above your knee, gently tapping his fingers along your skin.

“M-mammon,” you hiss, “we can’t be doing this in here.” You try to keep your voice low, afraid you’ll somehow draw attention to the two of you. 

Mammon trails his hand up your thigh, stopping when the side of his knuckle just barely brushes your clit. You gasp, your hips grinding into his hand as if they have a mind of their own.

He laughs. “We shouldn’t be doin this anywhere, baby.”

He presses a finger into your clit, applying just enough pressure to have your panties dampening without giving you quite what you want. You try to close your legs around his hand, whether to get more or get him to stop, you’re not sure.

“M-mammon please!” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You force yourself to sit up straight, clearing your throat, “let’s just go home. Please, I could lose my blessing for this.”

Mammon grips your chin, forcing you to face him. “Won’t ya do it? For me?”

It’s the most sincere thing he’s said to you all day. His features soften as he looks at you, vulnerability on full display. The way he’s looking at you so softly, it’s like he’s asking you to give up your blessing, to come live a lifetime with him. 

You’re not an idiot, you know what people think about the two of you. You know being with him is wrong, and that it can’t possibly last forever—not if he’s still a demon, and you’re still an angel.

“I-I’ll do it.”

He grins, pulling you back into him and kissing your neck. You can feel his canines graze the sensitive skin, burning beneath his touch. He keeps your legs spread, a hand rubbing you through your panties.  

You can feel his growing bulge against your back, feel the excitement build. You force yourself to focus on the present, all of your attention on his wandering hands. He’s practically an expert. He always knows just what you need. 

Just as you settle into the idea of him taking you here, he pulls his hand away. You shift in his lap, turning to look at him with furrowed brows. 

He gives you a gentle shove off of his lap, forcing you to your feet. “Strip for me.”

You look at him dazed, your pussy aching from where his fingers just were. You’re already overwhelmed from the fear and excitement of the situation—your head spinning and erasing all of the thoughts that try to escape. 

 “What?” He smirks at you, “I wanna see you.”

You turn away from him, keeping your eyes locked at the exit at the end of the aisle. Your hands tremble as you hook them into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down to your ankles. 

Mammon grips his bulge through his jeans, grinding against his hand. You’re taking your sweet time stripping for him—always such a tease. He can’t help but notice the gold panties that look absolutely delicious on you. 

He licks his lips in anticipation as you lean forward and tug down your panties. They stick to your pussy with your juices and the second they’re removed from your skin, you gasp. 

His cock aches in his jeans, straining against the hard denim. He’s quick to unbutton them and kick them off of his fett, leaving them in a puddle on the ground.

You turn around shyly, dressed in only your shirt from the day. You keep your eyes on the tight fabric of his boxers while you cross your arms and tug your shirt over your head. You can feel his gaze on you as you lean forward and jiggle your chest.

You reach behind you slowly and unclip the clasp of your bra, letting the fabric fall loosely down your shoulders. You hate that being exposed like this in the middle of a temple has your pussy dripping. You cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath, waiting for his instructions.

“Such a pretty, little angel,” he hums. “C’mere.”

You shuffle back towards him, standing between his legs in front of the throne. He trails his hands up your hips, cupping your breasts before letting them fall. The pressure makes you gasp, the cold air of the temple hardening your nipples.

He grabs your hips and spins you around, tugging you hard onto his lap. You can feel his hard cock grinding against the top of your ass as he trails his fingers up your thigh. 

He keeps a firm grip on your hip the whole time, as if letting you know that there’s no escape now. He taps your clit with the pad of his finger, pressing hard and rubbing circles. You whine and shut your eyes, attempting to hide your face in his shirt.

Mammon slips a finger inside of you, your pussy eagerly taking him. “Look at you, getting finger fucked in a temple like the whore you are. “ He takes an aggressive pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you with a brutality you’ve never seen from him before.

Another finger slips inside of you and it only gets harder to contain your desperate pleas. Mammon grows frustrated with your muffled whines, curling his fingers inside of you and nipping at your neck. You gasp at the brief pain, but your sounds of surprise are replaced by your lewd moans.

He prods at your dripping hole with another finger. Your eyes widen—it’s rare that you’re able to take three of his fingers, but Mammon is really pushing you to the limit today. Your pussy squelches as he forces the third finger in, stretching your walls almost painfully.

You suck in a deep breath. “Too much!”

Mammon only laughs while he opens you up around his hand. His lips ghost across your neck, leaving kisses all the way up to your ear. He shoves his fingers as deep as they can go, hitting that throbbing spot inside of you.

“Too much?” He mocks, curling his fingers to rub against your walls. “You can take it, I know you can. Look, your pussy is already opening up for me.”

His words only make you wetter, building onto that knot coiling in your tummy. You grip at his forearm, digging your nails into the tanned skin. You don’t even realize as you start to grind your hips against his hand, desperately chasing your release.

Mammon bites at your neck again. “You gonna cum? Hm?”

You nod eagerly, continuing to rock your hips into his palm. Mammon gets the hint and speeds up. Every time you move, you grind your ass further into his waiting cock, driving him wild.

“Go on, baby,” he whispers in your ear, “cum for me.”

Heat washes over you as you cum, your pussy leaking all over Mammon’s hand, the throne and the floor of the temple. Your legs shake, all of your muscles contracting involuntarily. Mammon holds you through your orgasm, keeping his fingers deep inside of you.

“Look at you, makin’ such a mess of the temple. I wonder what your god thinks of you now.”

Horror dawns on you as you remember where you are and what you just did, but Mammon gives you no time to think before he’s nudging you off the throne. You slump on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes.

You rest your hands on his thighs, watching eagerly as he tugs down his underwear and his cock springs out. He’s rock hard, pre cum dripping down the tip and shaft. You lick your lips at the sight.

“Come on,” he grabs the back of your head and guides you forwards. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You wrap your hand around the base of it, slowly stroking up and down. You stick your tongue out and lick the tip, collecting the salty pre on your tongue. Mammon groans, using the grip he has on the back of your head to push your head down.

You gladly take him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. He’s big enough that it’s a stretch to fit him in your jaw, and it only takes a few seconds for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gag around his length but take a breath through your nose and get a hold of yourself.

“So angelic,” he taunts.

You fall into a steady rhythm of bobbing your head up and down while you stroke his cock, your other hand gently cupping his balls. Mammon’s moans and the wet sounds of you sucking his cock echo off of the walls, serving as shameful reminders. 

Mammon thrusts into the back of your throat and holds your head down, forcing you to stay in that position until you tap his thigh harshly. He lets you go, giving you time to catch your breath. The cold air feels nice on your sore throat.

Mammon grabs your hands and helps you off of the floor, letting you straddle his lap. You line up his cock with your soaking pussy and slowly sink down onto him. You lean forwards into his chest and wrap your arms around his shoulders, using him as leverage.

You take him inch by inch, his cock pushing apart your gummy walls and stretching you in the perfect way he always does. When he bottoms out, he’s so deep inside you that it almost hurts. You whine, rolling your hips against him.

Mammon grips your hips so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise and helps guide you up and down his length. He moves his hips up to meet yours as they fall down, forcing himself all the way with every thrust. His fingers dig in as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing fast and restless.

You can feel that knot in your stomach again, that familiar heat beginning to overtake you. Your legs are tired from bouncing on his cock and your muscles threaten to give out, your whole body shaking. You collapse onto his chest but that doesn’t stop Mammon. He keeps up his demonic pace, thrusting into you ruthlessly.

“M-mammon!”

He drives himself into you harder. Your pussy squeezes his cock harder with every thrust, your slick dripping down and covering his thighs. He slams into you a few more times before you completely unravel, going limp on his chest. Mammon’s cock twitches, his own orgasm following yours. He slams you down, bottoming out completely inside of you as he pumps out his hot cum.

He only gives you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you up and laying you on your stomach on the floor. The cold tiles soothe your feverish skin, though it does nothing to stop the tingling in your pussy. Your eyes flutter open and shut and you’re not sure you’ll be able to take another orgasm.

Mammon’s body presses against your back, his hand snaking around your thighs. He tugs you so that you’re on your knees, your face pressed against the floor. You can feel his still-hard cock lining up with your entrance, every touch of his tip against your clit making you shiver.

His cock slides into you much easier this time, your walls throbbing around him. The overstimulation makes you shiver, a harsh pressure in your stomach. Mammon doesn’t seem bothered, though. The demon drives into you at a steady pace, the combination of his cum and your juices making loud, wet noises. 

“My pretty little angel,” he coos, giving your ass a harsh smack, “are ya still with me there, or have I fucked your brain into mush?”

You can only whine in response, that pressure in your stomach consuming you. Mammon smacks your ass again, waiting for an answer.

“It’s too much, Mams, too much,” you manage to mumble.

He slows down his pace to give you a bit of a reprieve. “You can take it, I know ya can.”

You shake your head but you know that will do little to stop him. He keeps his slow pace for only a few minutes, going back to slamming into you like he was before. The break helped you get a little energy back, but your whole body still trembles with oversensitivity. 

Mammon thrusts into you so harshly that your whole body moves forwards. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into him, repeating the process all over. He channels all of his frustration and anger from earlier today into every movement, channels all of it into your poor, overstimulated pussy. 

“Oh—Oh, God!” You cry out, the pressure in your stomach threatening to burst.

Mammon drives his hips into you harshly, wrapping his hand around your throat. “There are no gods here,” he hisses. “Not anymore. You pray to me now.”

That’s all it takes for your third orgasm to wash over you. This one is the harshest yet—your legs shake, black spots dance in your vision and your pussy absolutely gushes all over the place. 

Mammon keeps fucking you throughout, chasing his own high. It’s only another minute before he’s bottoming out inside of you and letting all of his cum fill you up. You lay beneath him weakly and let him finish using you.

When he pulls out, the mix of his cum and your juices gushes over the floor. It oozes out of you, getting your thighs and pussy all sticky. 

Mammon helps you sit up, planting a kiss to your forehead. Neither of you say much after that. You’re too focused on the heinousness of the acts you just committed in the temple, while Mammon has nothing but pride and admiration.

When the two of you are dressed and somewhat cleaned up, you start the journey back to the Devildom. Both of you notice the ethereal sheen to your skin fading, but neither of you are brave enough to acknowledge what you’ve forsaken.

[lorenz0servant]

friends with benefits..

age gap (only 1 year loveys!)

hufflepuffXslytherin

drunk theooo

hint of smut

childhood friends to fwb

shorttt

this is kinda bad i’m sorry

You and Theodore Nott became friends on the hogwarts train in your 1st year, while he was in his 2nd year already, by time he had became your tutor and that’s how you guys became friends.

You found yourself nestled comfortably on Theodore’s bed, your best friend of many years. With your head resting in his lap, you lost yourself in the pages of a novel that had captured your imagination. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, illuminating the scattered remnants of your last study session.

Theodore, with his gentle demeanor, absentmindedly ran his slender fingers through your silky hair, a gesture that felt both soothing and familiar. This moment was a cherished routine for the two of you, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still despite the outside world’s whispers of oddity regarding your close bond.

As you turned a page, the corners of your mouth curled into a smile, lost in the story. Yet, a playful spark flickered in Theodore's eyes as he broke the comfortable silence. “Can we roam the halls or something, amore?” he asked, a hint of mischief lacing his voice. The word ‘amore’ slipped off his tongue effortlessly, and you could feel your heart flutter at the endearment. It was a gentle reminder of the special connection you shared.

You tilted your head back, feeling the warmth of the sun against your skin, and gently placed your book on your stomach, its pages fluttering slightly in the breeze of the open window. With a hint of exasperation in your soft, melodic voice, you looked over at Theo. “Is it really impossible for you to just sit still for at least twenty minutes? We’ve wrapped up our classes for the day, so why push ourselves to do more?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping to convey both your concern and your desire for a moment of peace.

“Honestly, I don’t want to just sit here while you’re completely absorbed in your book,” he said, dragging out the vowels in a playful, childlike manner. “Why don’t you go hang out with the boys for a bit? They’ve been pestering me to let you join them, so why not? I really need to buckle down and study in my dorm anyway.”

His expression shifted suddenly, his face falling into a look of exaggerated disbelief. “Wait, are you really just trying to get rid of me?” he asked, feigning hurt, placing a dramatic hand over his chest as if he’d been deeply insulted. The corner of his mouth twitched, threatening to break into a smile, but he held his composure, reveling in the playful banter.

You sit up straight, feeling the weight of the moment as you swing your legs off his bed. “You’ll be fine,” you reassure him softly, glancing up with a warm smile. “Why don’t you go hang out with Draco and the others? I bet they’re waiting in the common room for you right this minute.”

You gently lift your book from the rumpled covers, its pages fluttering slightly in the quiet room. As you set it aside, you slip into your favorite black Mary Janes, the polished shoes giving a satisfying click against the wooden floor. He watches you with wide eyes, as if taking in the sight of you preparing to leave.

He bounces off the bed, urgency in his movements, and stands there, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. “Fine,” he says, his tone tinged with playful annoyance. “But you HAVE to send an owl to let me know you miss me.” The corners of his mouth twitch, fighting a smile, and you can’t help but chuckle at his stubbornness.

“I won’t miss you enough to send an entire owl back to your dorm, Theodore,” you tease lightly, your voice filled with a playful lilt. You watch him for a moment, noticing the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Now, go on and enjoy your time with your friends,” you add, nodding encouragingly towards the door.

With a friendly gesture, you step closer and wrap your arms around him for a brief side hug, feeling the warmth of his presence. It’s a simple gesture, but one that says more than words could express—friendship, camaraderie, and the bittersweet reality of parting ways, even temporarily.

You linger for a heartbeat longer, savoring the familiarity, then gently pull away. With a final glance over your shoulder, you make your way out of his dorm, the door clicking shut behind you as you embrace the evening ahead.

You were immersed in your studies in the cozy confines of your dorm room when a sudden thud echoed through the air, jolting you from your concentration. Instinctively, you reached for your wand, raising it as you slipped into a defensive stance, heart racing. The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Theodore, his clothes rumpled and a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. The unmistakable scent of alcohol hung around him, and his unfocused eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, adding a sense of chaos to the already tense atmosphere.

“Theodore, oh my god, you scared the salazar out of me!” You exclaimed, facepalming in disbelief as he clumsily stumbled toward you. His tall frame loomed over you, hands snaking gently around your waist as a goofy grin spread across his face. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and affection, and his lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of vulnerability. “I missed you… so much,” he slurred, and the warmth of his words sent an unexpected thump of emotion through your heart—not in a negative way but in a sweet, aching manner.

“Look, when I said hang out with the boys, I meant go play Quidditch or something, not to get all drunk.” you chided lightly, trying to infuse some sense into the fuzzy haze of his inebriation. You had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, as he towered over you at 6’2”, while you stood a petite 5’3”.

With a teasing grin, he took a slow, deliberate step forward, causing you to instinctively step back until your knees brushed against your bed. In one smooth motion, he spun you around playfully and sank down onto the edge of your bed, leaving you standing before him. His hands roamed up and down your waist, tracing the contours of your figure with his calloused fingertips, sending tingles up your spine.

As he pulled you closer, you felt the warmth of his body radiating against yours. He buried his face softly into your stomach, just beneath your ribcage, his breath heavy and uneven. “Sit on me, please…” he murmured, his words tumbling out in a slurred, almost desperate manner.

“Wait, what—?” Before you could finish your thought, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and settling you onto his lap. Instantly, his hands found their way to your lower back, squeezing gently but possessively. He tilted his head against your neck, his previously playful demeanor shifting to one of vulnerability.

“Shhh, just enjoy the moment,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You sighed, feeling the weight of the circumstances curl around your heart. You knew what he needed in that moment—it wasn't merely the comfort of your body, but the solace of understanding and connection, and you were more than willing to be that for him, you knew he needed you in a lustful way..you could feel the bulge in his pants at the moment.

You slid off his lap slowly and got on your knees infront of him as he was sat on the bed..you unbuckled his belt and took it off..

“how about.. you just sit here and enjoy the moment hm? i’ll do all the work..”

[rewrittenwrongs]

Kiind of jumping off this post; the idea of any of the batkids being biologically related is interesting (esp if they don’t know), but I’m specifically thinking about Tim and Dick. About the Drakes having an open marriage and meeting the Flying Graysons on a dig, or an earlier performance in Gotham, and they have some fun together and Janet tests pregnant shortly after. They tell John and Mary abt it, and do a DNA test and turns out Tim is John’s child. They kind of keep in touch with the Graysons through letters, and when it’s announced Haly’s Circus is performing in Gotham they jump at the chance to hang out and introduce their sons. Tim and Dick were aware they had brothers but they didn’t know much about each other but their names, and when they meet for the first time they click instantly. Dick is ecstatic to have a little brother and Tim is literally bouncing from joy, and Dick promises to do a quadruple backflip just for him and someday teach him how to do one, but then everything goes wrong and you can guess how.

From here there’s two ways this can go.

A) Jack and Janet adopt Dick. They foster him as soon as possible—maybe his parents left custody to them in their wills—adopt him only once he’s ready, stay home more to take care of him and Tim while they all grieve, and try to keep the memory of the flying Graysons alive and help Dick (and Tim) stay in touch with his Romani roots. But Dick knows that wire snapping was foul play. He’s determined to go out there and bring his parent’s murderer to justice. He’s already strong and quick from his performing, and the Drakes enrolled him in self defence classes anyway since this is Gotham. He’s got what it takes. But Batman refuses to see that, he just sees a little boy in too-bright colours carrying too much weight on his shoulders, so he does his best to make Dick step back and bring in his parent’s murderer for him. But he never unmasks him or finds out his identity, even if he has suspicions.

Maybe in this AU Dick and Tim are closer in age and roam the streets as a duo of birds. Either Jason is still taken in by Bruce and joins Dick (and Tim(?)) in causing chaos and grey hairs, or Dick is the one to catch him jacking the Batmobile’s tires and gains his trust through months of sharing food and resources like he’s befriending a stray cat, until he agrees to go home to Drake Manor.

B) Bruce is still in the crowd that night, Jack and Janet aren’t legible to be foster guardians for whatever reason, and Dick is still adopted by Bruce and becomes his sidekick as Robin. Dick and Tim only meet a few times in Galas, and while Dick remembers he has a half-brother his brain trying to shield him from the trauma of that day makes his memories very fuzzy. He can’t even remember his brother’s name, just his age and that Dick promised to teach him the quadruple flip someday. Jack and Janet do their fanon usual neglect as a way to grieve and distance themselves from that trauma. Maybe they bring Tim with them for the first year or so. Either way, Tim still has the photo(s) from the day at the circus, so he gives one to Dick (maybe leaves it on his windowsill since they share backyards) in the hopes that he’ll remember Tim and reach out. Dick is eternally grateful for the photo but only because it’s of his parents, he doesn’t recognise Tim (he’s too young to visibly share any features with John except skin tone) and just thinks he’s a kind fan. The Drakes do share unusual fondness for Dick but assume that he remembers them and has chosen not to reach out, and are respecting his boundaries. So Dick grows, becomes Nightwing yada yada Jason becomes Robin (part of Dick hates that the other person to wear that mantle isn’t his real brother), Jason dies, everyone angsts and Tim steps in. Tim becomes Robin, maybe realises Dick doesn’t know they’re related but chooses not to tell him because he doesn’t want them to feel obligated; he wants to earn Robin. So he does. And yeah, a lot of it really sucks, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. A year or two in Dick goes on some mission at Haly’s circus (or searches through the rubble after Blockbuster burns it down), and finds a bunch of old letters and photos belonging to his parents. The letters are from the Drakes. The photos are of them and Tim.

Maybe Blockbuster found the letters too and targets Tim. Maybe Dick finds out they’re related when Tim is in the medbay. Maybe in a mess of being very young + traumatised + no one speaking abt it Tim separates the facts of ‘I have a half-brother’ and ‘I watched the Flying Graysons die’, and only suspects the two are connected. Maybe Bruce always had a suspicion because of their similar features. Maybe he did a DNA test and either chose not to or forgot to tell anyone the results. Maybe Cass thought it was common knowledge because of how Tim acts just a little bit different around Dick, so she makes some comment years down the line when Damian is bragging about being the only blood son, and is more than a little startled when everyone other than Tim including Dick looks at her like she started speaking in tongues.

Either way, Dick eventually makes good on his promise and teaches Tim that flip.

[thatapostateboy]

just don't lie to me

Pairing: Marie Hawke x Varric Tethras (with established Marie Hawke x Anders... it's complicated)

Word Count: 1087

Synopsis: on the night before the final battle, Marian demands the truth from her best friend

Prompt: Day Thirteen: Things We Say In The Dark from the Veilbound challenge by @/nympthi and @/citadrells on Twitter

Warnings: references to a big final Veilguard final battle; complete speculation

Crossposted: Here on AO3

“What in the hells in this?”

Varric looked up from the mug of ale he had carried to his room to finish before bed to see Marian striding in through the slammed open door. In her hands, she holds his new crossbow.

“Shit,” he sighed, pushing his drink aside on the desk, spinning in his chair to face her properly, “Y’know it’s rude to go through other people’s belongings.”

“Shut up,” she snapped back, “What is this?”

“I’m going to need something to fight with, I don’t fancy bare knuckle boxing an elven god tomorrow.”

She stared at him, a little stunned that he was still trying to banter with her despite her obvious anger, “Don’t be an asshole. Answer the question.”

He sighed, “It’s late, I think we both need some rest, don’t you?”

He slid from his chair to take the weapon from her hands, but she held tight, staring down at him with barely concealed… anger, confusion, perhaps even desperation, he noted.

She turned the crossbow in her grasp so that he could see the name he’d carved into the side of it.

Marian.

“What does this mean?” she asked, her voice quieter now, and he can feel the warmth of her skin as they both hold the weapon.

“Well, it’s your name, Blackbird,” he said with a tone just a smidge too casual that she relented in frustration, thrusting it hard into his arms.

“All these years and you still can’t be honest with me?”

He heard the edge of tears in the back of her throat, and he almost turned his head away in shame, but urged himself to keep his walls up, as he always had.

“Wasn’t sure Bianca Two had the same ring to it,” he said with a half sighed laugh, but she didn’t smile.

“Why my name?” she asked.

“You’re my best friend,” he told her.

“Bianca wasn’t.”

“She designed the last one,” he pointed out.

“And what input did I have on that contraption?” she challenged.

Everything, he thinks. The entire weapon was inspired by her, the deep red wood it’s crafted from, the Fereldan silverite detailing, the feathers that Davrin carved into the base that he’s pretty sure she hasn’t seen yet.

He looked at her, drunk in the sight of her here, in his room, in the depths of the Fade, at the end of the world. Tomorrow they would face the Evanuris in battle one final time. Either it would be enough, and they would be victorious… or they would all be dead.

He hadn’t wanted her here, had lied about their search for Solas, desperate to keep her safe, to let her live what semblance of a retirement she had earned, back in Ferelden raising her children with Anders. And yet, once she had heard he was in trouble, she’d had Merrill more or less punch a hole into the Crossroads to come find him. And there she had stayed, an acting agent of the Veilguard, Anders as their live-in healer and back up Warden, whilst their twins ran amok in the Dread Wolf’s lair.

The years had been kind to her, despite everything. She looked older, though he had aged gracefully into it, laughter lines etched into her face, a few steaks of grey in her dark locks, loose around her shoulders for once as opposed to the ponytail she had favoured in Kirkwall.

It had always been the assumption that he and Garrett were the closer pair, forever laughing and drinking with each other. But it was her, his Blackbird, that had truly known him all these years. The one who called him out on his bullshit, but his fiercest defender. He had wanted to protect her in turn, from getting involved with Anders, from the Inquisition, from everything happening with the Evanuris.

And yet again, he had failed.

He sighed, shaking his head, “Like I said, it’s late. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

She turned away for a moment and he prayed that she was heading for the door, but she looked back at him.

“The world is ending, Varric, and you still won’t say it?”

“What would you have me say?” he challenged.

“The truth, for once in your damned life.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Fucking things up with my best friend isn’t the last thing I want to do before I die. I can’t lose this. You, us. So just… drop it.”

“Just drop it? Like we dropped it for years in Kirkwall? Ignored it, said it was nothing? Fuck, part of me thought I’d imagined it, this thing between us. And now, after everything that’s happened, everything that I’ve lost, that we’ve lost, all of this time… and you put my name on your crossbow the night before we face certain death.”

He set the crossbow on his desk, avoiding her gaze, “Blackbird, I-”

“For once in our lives, will you call me by my actual name? Instead of hiding behind that fucking nickname?” she yelled at him before she let out an exasperated sigh, her amber eyes seeking his, “Varric, please. Just be honest with me, with yourself, just this once.”

He wants to, more than anything. To let those final few walls down around her, to bare himself to her heart and soul, to tell her how he feels, how he’s felt it for years. He wants to spend his final few hours in this world with her in his arms, so that he could face whatever end would come for them all with no regrets.

But this isn’t one of his stories.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” he meets her eyes with a hard expression, “You’re married, and you love Anders. What would hearing any of this change, hm? You shouldn’t…” he tried to maintain the hard tone he’d taken, but seeing the way she pulled back from him, he felt it break something deep within his chest, “You shouldn’t be here. Not with me. Not tonight. You should be with your family.”

“You’re right,” she said, taking a step back, putting physical distance between them, “Goodnight Varric.”

He turned his back as she left as he couldn’t bare to watch her walk away. He heard her pause as she reached the doorway, waiting for him to call to her, to stop her, but when he didn’t, she kept going, closing the door behind her.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, sniffing back tears, “Goodnight Marian.”

[cutecinnamon]

"Smiles & Frosting" { Levi x Reader Oneshot }

⊹₊ No CW, Just Fluff and Levi being a Dad, ♡ Also Spending time with Luna and their squad ⊹₊

♡ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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• 2,043 word count •

Synopsis:

Today is the first birthday of (y/n) and Levi's little daughter Luna, (y/n) starts to playfully put frosting at their little girl's face and Levi who is still a clean freak as always disagrees, but eventually joins in. Their squad members are also invited to the party bringing out more happiness to the little warm and cozy event,

:divider by @saradika-graphics

"Tch (y/n), she's going to get all sticky and dirty with the amount of cake frosting at her fa-"

Before Levi could continue (y/n) gently strokes her thumb at Levi's face with a big warm smile on her face.

Levi felt something cold touched his skin, he then reaches to his left cheek and saw pink frosting with a few pastel colored sprinkles.

Before Levi could complain, He saw their little daughter Luna who was at (y/n) arms, she was was looking at him while cooing and giggling, her tiny hands reaching up his face while her little legs were swinging in delight.

Luna was wearing a cute little pink dress and white little mary jane shoes with a pair of cute ribbons, Her right cheek has a few streaks of pink frosting on it.

Luna was like a little version of Levi, she has his raven black hair, his gray yet blueish orbs and his complexion, but her eyes were wide and gentle just like (y/n)'s.

"Levi, she's reaching out to you." (y/n) said gently while bringing Luna closer to Levi.

"C'mere little brat, your mom got you all dirty and sticky with all of those frosting." Levi stated while gently reaching for Luna shielding her lovingly in his arms.

"Come on Levi, its her first birthday, she deserves to try the fun things like getting frosting at her face." (y/n) said while laughing and giggling at her Husband.

Levi couldn't help but stare at his wife's genuine warm and big smile, it was a very cozy and perfect sight in Levi's perspective.

All these years he was alive he thought that living in this world will only consists of fighting titans and fighting for survival, not until he met (y/n) who eventually became his squad member and significant other, as well as the first time he held his small little daughter in his arms a few minutes after her birth looking at him with the same grey yet blueish orbs he also had.

Levi's mind was back at the past only to be pulled back to the present by Luna who presses her little nose at Levi's own.

Luna giggles while looking at her father.

"Daaa!" Luna managed to say while looking at Levi with her adorable little voice, her little legs still actively swinging in excitement as she glances at her father.

"I love you too, Luna." Levi said, his orbs conveying love, affection and gentleness.

(y/n) then approaches the two,

"Luna, its time for you to blow your cake." (y/n) said softly but in a very excited tone, she then leads Levi who was still carrying Luna to the table decorated with a soft pink table cloth with cute little pearly white colored teacups and pastel colored plates. (y/n) also prepared a lot of food since their squad members are also here to celebrate with them.

Armin, Annie, Jean, Mikasa, Eren, Reiner, Connie, Sasha, Hange, and Erwin managed to attend their little daughter's birthday party.

Everyone started to smile and sing the birthday song while Levi was carrying Luna in his arms, (y/n) standing beside them her arms holding Levi's back gently and supporting their daughter's side hugging them.

"Daaa!" Luna said energetically while trying to reach her little fisted hands to the candle flame, for some reason she first learned the word "Daaa" which means daddy since she was very fond of Levi and it somehow became her favorite word.

"Hey, be careful brat you might burn your hands." Levi said protectively, as he stepped a bit backwards.

"Luna, be careful alright? The flame might hurt your hands..." (y/n) said with a loving and motherly tone as she gently puts her index finger to Luna's small little hands, Luna accepts her mother's index finger, wrapping her little hands to it.

"Maaa!" Luna responded to her mother with a big smile on her face, it felt like she understood not to touch the burning small flame at the candle anymore.

"Its funny how Luna is not as stubborn as, Captain Levi and (y/n) even though they are her parents." Connie stated in a teasing tone while Jean laughed holding his stomach.

"Hey you two, do you want Captain Levi to kick us out?" Armin asked them while trying to stop them from teasing the two parents.

"Hey, if they kick us out we wont be able to try and eat the food (y/n) prepared." Sasha said while crossing her arms and making a pouty expression, she then glances at the meat at the table prepared with mushrooms and gravy making her eyes sparkle.

"Alright thats it, if you all don't stop with the teasing I'll make sure you all clean the whole squad headquarters tonight." Levi said, his tone was commanding but it was laced with warmth and gentleness.

"Come on Levi, its Luna's birthday, loosen up a bit and let them tease. Besides its not like its false that you and (y/n) both have the stubborn and reckless attitude just like Luna." Hange laughed in a teasing tone while looking at the family of three in front of the birthday cake.

After all of the teasing and laughter, Levi and (y'n) leans forward together with Luna looking at the birthday cake and the small pink candle as they made a wish for their daughter, since Luna was not yet capable of blowing candles and only made cooing noises while trying to reach for the burning flame, Levi and (y'n) did it for her.

Luna's smile was priceless after her parents made their wish and blew her birthday candle, and everyone was in awe of the sight, it was a family of three, not to mention Captain Levi who was always a reserved person with a cold exterior, his eyes were now very gentle and filled with warmth as he looks at his daughter and his wife.

(y'n)'s gaze also held the same emotions, as she looks at Levi and their little girl with those gentle and loving gaze she always holds for them.

Later on, Sasha, Eren and Connie asks Levi if they can carry Luna with the look of anticipation written in their faces as their eyes sparkle with affection and excitement while looking at Luna.

"Tch, be careful brats if any of you accidentally drops her I'll make sure you all will regret it." Levi stated with a hint of irritation and threat as he lets Sasha hold onto the little girl who was looking at Sasha with wide eyes and a big smile at her face.

(y/n) approaches Levi placing another stroke of pink frosting at his nose this time.

"Tch I told you not to-" before Levi could continue he saw one of the most priceless and prettiest scenery again, it was his wife giggling and looking at him like a little child who saw nothing but peace and only the beautiful aspects of this world.

Levi then puts his thumb at the side of the cake, swiping it to the soft pink frosting then gently stroking his finger at (y/n)'s nose and cheeks with a hint of nothing but love and tenderness at his gaze.

(y/n) was caught a bit off guard but she steps forward embracing Levi delicately, she then cups his face with both of her hands a few of her fingers still covered with a bit of frosting.

"I love you, thank you for you, and for giving me Luna." (y/n) said her eyes converying a lot of love for him and their daughter.

"I love you too (y/n) thank you for bringing Luna to our little world." Levi said as he grabs her waist closer to him and pressing a kiss at her lips.

"You two should get a room." Erwin said while Reiner and Jean were both laughing like they've seen a dumb looking titan or something.

Hange then speaks in a teasing tone "Hey, don't you all think its a bit early to give Luna a little sister?"

"Shut up four eyes, its none of your bussiness." Levi said with a frown but later on his expression was replaced with a small smile as he looks at (y/n) again gently placing a kiss on her forehead this time.

"You hear that? I think auntie Hange and uncle Erwin is more than happy to look after Luna tonight," Levi said while looking at (y/n) with a small and playful smirk.

"I think that could be arranged, Captain." (y/n) said with a small smile and soft chuckles.

"Hey cover her eyes sasha, she can't see people kissing yet!" Connie said to Sasha who placed his hands at Luna's eyes gently to block her view of her parents kissing and being all lovingly.

"Hey brat and potato girl, didn't I tell you not to touch her face with your dirty hands?" Levi said with a hint of annoyance and threat.

"I- I'm sorry Captain, we both promise we are both clean and germs free, right Luna?" Connie asked Luna who was just smilling and giggling her little legs still swaying actively.

"Meaaaa!" Luna said while Sasha was carrying her.

"Did she just said Meat?" Eren asked while Reiner was laughing stupidly at the back while Mikasa was looking at Luna with her gently gaze.

"Did you all seriously thought her how to say meat?" (y/n) said while laughing.

A small smile made its way to Levi's lips, seeing his squad with his daughter was a very peaceful sight for him, and his wife by his side with her gaze holding nothing but love, warmth, affection and tenderness.

Annie and Mikasa then gently took Luna from Sasha and Connie, "She'll be staying with us for now, right little Luna?" Mikasa asked with a soft and gentle voice while Annie was delicately carrying her.

Armin and Eren stared at the two young scouts with awe as their cheeks both started to uncontrollably blush.

"Looks like someone has a crush." Hange nudged the two with her elbows playfully.

"He-Hey its not like that." Eren said as he playfully frowns at Hange with a shade of red still lingering on his cheeks, while armin was covering his face that looks red as strawberries.

"Lets all eat now, the food might get cold, I'll also slice the cake now." (y/n) stated as she grabbed the small dainty pastel colored plates.

Everyone had a great time, as they all celebrated Luna's first birthday.

After the Birthday party was over, Luna was now peacefully sleeping at her crib which was beside (y/n) and Levi's bedside.

"Hey, you look tired." Levi said while he reaches for (y/n)'s arms encouraging her to join him at their shared bed with his already tired and heavy eyelids.

(y/n) joins him as they both tuck themselves together in their comfy shared bed, their bodies seeking warmth and comfort from each other, Levi wraps his arms around her and she did the same, her face resting at Levi's chest while he strokes her hair as they both were covered with the warm sheets of the bed.

"I really did enjoy today..." (y/n) said to Levi with her usual soft voice, her gaze softening even more.

"Our little brat is growing healthy and happily each day, I'm happy too (y/n)." Levi responded while pulling (y/n) closer to him.

"Did we both have the same wish for Luna's birthday?" (y/n) asked Levi curiously.

"I suppose yes, and I have nothing more to wish for, as I already have both of them here with me." Levi said looking at (y/n) leaning forward to her and planting a gentle kiss on her lips, he then glances at Luna who was still sleeping peacefully, his tone of voice and gaze once again laced with love and affection.

Levi and (y/n) both found peace and happiness in their little one, their little moon, that served as their light in their dark and hard moments in life.

Despite everything that happened as well as the hardships, (y/n) and Levi both knew that they'll be alright as long as they can provide a happy, loving and peaceful family to Luna, with their warm smiles and priceless cozy moments together, which they both had always wished for.

I hope you all enjoy this happy and fluffy frosting filled birthday fic ♡ I'm honestly happy with how this was written, and it was a relaxing piece to write after a stressful case analysis I had to do,♡ I hope you all enjoy it too, ♡ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

- Cinna

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮

featuring ⨳ dad!nikolai + fem!reader (ft. oc kids: yuri, mari and karol)

contents ⨳ fluff, suggestive

notes ⨳ @quansoda based on our little convo :3

“Everything's okay, Yurochka? You need anything?” Nikolai asks as he tucks the blanket nicely on Karol who is already snoring softly. Yuri who is lying on his bed on the other side just hums sleepily.

“Turn off the lights, please...” Yuri mumbles.

“Of course, of course. Goodnight, you two. Don't look under the bed.”

“Dad, seriously?”

“What?” Nikolai acts offended, although his teasing grin is clear on his face. He chuckles at Yuri's face before he stalks to the door. He turns off the light and finally closes the door.

He makes one more round to check Mari in her own room. Certainly the girl is already sleeping soundfully, hugging her Mr Duck plushie. After he makes sure all windows and doors are locked around the house, Nikolai finally walks to his room, shared with you.

He sees you lying on the bed already, checking your phone. You notice Nikolai's walking in and smile at him. “The kids are all tucked in?” you ask.

“Yes, ma'am,” he says. He walks to bed and takes off his shirt. He tosses the shirt to the hanging rack in the corner before he makes a stretch. Your eyes trail over your husband's body. His shorts are hanging low on his waist. The lines of his muscles are visible and flexing for your view. Nikolai tugs the hair tie, letting go of his bun. His hair is getting longer each day—you remember the last time he trimmed his hair was three months ago.

Nikolai gets on the bed as you reach your hand out to him. Your hand brushes against his back, touching his hair. Nikolai looks at you with a small smirk.

“Yeah, baby?”

You smile, noticing that flirtatious tone in his voice. “I know that voice,” you remark, only making him chuckle. He leans forward to you as his hand rests on your stomach beneath the blanket.

“Hmm? What voice?”

“Oh, you. Pretend to be a fool at times like this?” you ask as your smile grows wider when you feel his hand trail further up to tease the underside of your breast.

You cling your arms around his neck, pushing your chest closer to him and he gladly cups your tits. Without any words needed, Nikolai kisses your lips, gently. He fondles you as he deepens the kiss. You let out a soft moan between the kiss—the warmth is getting hotter and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach as your hands move on his toned chest, feeling his heartbeat getting faster. Nikolai lets out a heavier breath as you break the kiss, only to resume kissing his jawline, down to his neck. Your teeth tug a bit of his skin, almost making him moan. He scoots closer as his hands slip up under your shirt, feeling your bare skin.

“Kolya—Ah!”

That one is not a moan, rather, it's a surprised gasp when Nikolai suddenly pushes you, just enough to put an arm-length distance between you and him. You look at him, wide-eyed, confused.

Then suddenly, Nikolai grabs the blanket that's covering his and your lower half. As the blanket is lifted, there lies your youngest son, sleeping between the legs of his parents, hugging his small bolster.

“How the fu—”

“Kolya, language.”

“Sorry, love. It's just...” Nikolai is in disbelief. Karol is on his bed—your bed, sleeping. He swears he just tucks this little one like ten minutes ago. He snores too, so how the hell did he even get here?

“He probably sneaked out when you were checking the windows and the doors...” you mutter, also in confusion. You nudge Karol gently and he whines.

“Karol, baby,” you say softly to his ear. Karol stirs and his eyes crack open a bit. He then crawls up to put his head on your pillow.

“Karol, let's go to your room. Mama and papa wanna sleep here.”

“Mmm, there not comfy...” Karol whines. He is already comfortable on your bed. You give Nikolai a regretful look and Nikolai just scratches his head, still baffled by the whole thing.

“I guess we will see what's wrong with his bed tomorrow... Haha,” you chuckle awkwardly as Karol tugs your hand to put it on his back, wanting you to pat him. Your hand softly pats his back. Nikolai purses his lips and sighs softly. He gets up from the bed, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“I'll be right back...”

He rushes to the bathroom—he seems to have a rather pent-up problem with himself...

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[queenmabsim]

prologue 1 || our chosen successor

forgotten hollow always felt shrouded in mist, as if the very town sunken into the base of the mountain endeavored to shroud itself from the prying eyes of daylight. between that and the thrumming ley line threading beneath the reservoir, it was no surprise that vladislaus anchored his castle here. he was, by all accounts, an equally elusive shadow of a man. this walk was terribly inconvenient, though.

agnes did not dawdle on the twining cobblestone path. however, as the onslaught of weeds and discombobulated tombstones met her every direction, she was forced to remember the estate in better years. perhaps it was not yet past repair, so much could be restored with just a little hard work and elbow grease. as the entrance loomed closer, the muffled sound something distinctly fragile shattered just on the other side as someone scurried to pull the hefty door open before agnes could take the opportunity to knock.

"that wasn't crystal!"

"pardon?"

the young lady who received her looked sheepish and briefly glanced away in abject embarrassment. while it was certainly surprising to see vlad hired help, the skeletal face underneath the maid's bonnet was familiar. desdemona ann marie duplantier, or dizzy, was the inexplicable child of bonehilda from a phantasmal and fatal love affair. she was a good girl, clumsy and awkward, but well-intentioned and friendly so a bit of a black sheep in her circles.

"er, welcome ms.-" the greeting cut short as vlad stepped into the foyer. agnes brushed past all formalities, and the awaiting maid, to approach him.

"I have an urgent matter we need to discuss, count."

"so I have gathered." his tone was placid and unperturbed by the heated woman suddenly storming his castle. vladislaus straud held an heir of old aristocracy. his shoulders were pulled to attention and every minute gesture he pursued felt sharp and accented the eerie patience of a hunter. "come in, agnes. say hello."

"hello."

a polite smile burst across the maid's face. "hello ms. crumplebottom! may I take your coat?" agnes paused the whirlwind tirade to glance at the bare skin of her arms, then back at dizzy with an expression that could only be described as a deep, maternal concern winning out to previous mild vexation. agnes heaved a sigh.

"I'm not wearing a coat, dear."

vlad held up a hand and promptly cut off any further response, and gestured for agnes to follow deeper into the stone walls of the castle. he did not bother to hide his exasperated sigh too. "ignore her. she's a new hire. follow me." agnes did no such thing. however, she did lead the path towards the 'cellar' with a specificity that implied she had been here many times. before vlad followed suit, he turned back to his newly hired staff. "oh, and dizzy?"

"hm?"

"just remember that for every piece of good crystal I hear break..." the ghastly man paused ominously, every ounce of intimidation mustered into the enunciation of his words.. "I will return the favor to one of your less vital bones." dizzy gulped. she nodded and her exposed clavicle rattled. vlad turned on his heel and disappeared into the labyrinth of candlelit alcoves in the manor. apparently, they had business to attend.

[yawnderu]

>Second commission for @alypink 💗💗

Adler's visage is oddly relaxed, nothing but pure calmness shown on his usually stoic expression. His cheek rests on his palm, using his elbow as leverage to keep himself up, blown pupils focused on the sleeping figure in front of him. Despite the violence his hands have caused, a newfound gentleness is displayed when he traces the outline of her cheek with his knuckles, the soft skin a sheer contrast to the calluses on his palms.

His head tilts slightly to the side, letting out a small sigh as he admires Aleks like she belongs in the most prestigious museum— her chest rising up and down with each breath she takes, plump lips slightly parted and tiny snores coming out of her, forcing the corners of his lips to tilt up into a sincere small smile despite himself. He moves a few strands of soft blonde hair away from her face, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead, cursing himself out in his head the moment she begins to stir awake.

“Good morning.” Aleks says groggily, raising her hand to rub the sleepiness away from her eyes, thankful for the blackout curtains they decided to purchase the moment they moved in together. Adler says nothing, his arm curling around her waist to bring her closer, her face resting on the crook of his neck, feeling her take a moment to inhale the lingering scent of cigarettes and coffee— the very same Colombian coffee she insists on buying every single time they go shopping.

“How'd you sleep?” Unlike her, Adler is fully awake, secretly taking a few minutes each morning simply to admire her like a work of art never once seen, destiny's gift for someone as flawed as him. He doesn't recoil back when her soft hand comes up to cup his cheek, tracing his wrinkles for a few seconds before moving onto the deep, dark scars adorning his visage.

“Much better now that you're here.” Her nose scrunches up teasingly as they make eye contact, earning a small smile in return. Though often away on missions, they both bask in these moments of normalcy, of having a normal life rather than making new enemies by the day.

“Go get dressed, I have a surprise.” Without giving her time to reply, Adler steals a kiss from her lips, his hand coming up to move her bangs away from her forehead just to admire her full face for a few seconds before getting up from bed, barely giving her the chance to see his large frame disappear into Mary's room.

Aleks' blonde hair blows in the wind, the way it gets all over her face as they try to set up a blanket on the grass drags an amused chuckle out of Adler, crouching down and setting a rock down on the corner that was previously giving Aleks issues, the cheeky grin he shoots her way only is enough to earn him a playful slap on the back of the head— much to Mary's amusement, her sweet laugh ringing through the field as they lay down on the thick blanket.

“You made this?” The disbelief is clear in her tone and written all over her face as she looks inside the picnic basket, taking in the plethora of sweet treats waiting for them. She has rarely seen Adler cook anything other than steak and BBQ— never anything that had to be baked or looked half as appealing as these pastries. He simply hums in confirmation, his full focus on holding one of Mary's plushies, play-fighting with hers as they finally get settled.

Despite the lovely sweet treats, Aleks' hands immediately reach out for the thermos flask, excitement setting in her core the moment the smell of freshly brewed Colombian coffee overwhelms her senses, mouth watering in an instant. She mouths a quick 'thank you' before pouring it on the plastic cup, closing her eyes in delight at how well-made it was. For all his initial coldness, Adler was nothing short of a box full of surprises, acting so casually about romantic gestures as if they were nothing, despite taking his time to thoroughly study Aleks and anything important to her, wanting to be part of it all.

“There's some chopped strawberries, too.” While Adler is not the most vocal man when it comes to romance, it comes as a second nature to express himself with actions, every single pastry in the basket has been mentioned by Aleks in the past when talking about her favorites, memorizing them even if they were briefly mentioned years ago.

He sits up, his calloused hands reaching out to settle Mary's tiny body between them, reaching out to grab a pastry and holding it up to her lips until she takes a messy, big bite. Despite the simpleness of the situation, there's always a growing pit of pride at seeing his small family having a good time, the thin smile on his lips not going unnoticed by Aleks.

“You should eat.” She points out with a grin, pushing the basket towards him until he grabs a Tupperware bowl with chopped fruit, fidgeting with the fork for a few seconds before sinking it into the biggest piece of strawberry, offering it to her. The corners of his lips tilt up in amusement as he sees her cheeks get rosier at the offer of her partner wanting to feed her with his own cutlery for the first time.

“Thank you.” She mumbles out, her gaze drifting away from his to calm her fast-beating heart, taking her time to admire the breathtaking view in front of them— the sounds of the strong wind hitting the trees and birds chirping mix in with her daughter's laugh, likely being tickled by Adler. She closes her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun hitting her skin and the inner peace their little getaway makes her feel, her lips tilting up into a smile at how good life has become despite her difficult past.

A warm hand ruffling her hair drags her back to reality, blue eyes meeting hers as he leans down, his lips pressing against hers, moving at an almost agonizingly slow pace until he pulls away after a few seconds, letting the flustered woman brush her hair to fix the mess he purposely left just to be an asshole. A little treat for himself, of sorts.

[jennyyy007]

PLAYTHING 🗝️pt. 6

Little doll

Cw: Violence, female whumpee, male whumper, humiliation, degradation, cruel whumper, slave wumpee, maid whumpee

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Three months… it’s been three months since Mary was captured.. three months since she felt any form of comfort. Three months since she talked to anyone besides her owner. Three months.. since she saw anything besides that cold.. dark.. and dirty basement.

But today is special.

Mary wakes up like usual, on the floor of her cell. At this point he gave her a dirty mattress to sleep as well as an old blanket. She was so grateful.. she started crying when he finally gave her something like this. She almost felt loved.. cared for..

He made her kiss his boots, bow down in front of him and thank him for what he did for her. But she didn’t care.. she barely cares at this point.. just wanting to please him.. trying to avoid punishment at all costs.

When the door opens and the light turns on she immediately sits up, hoping for food or water but quickly realizes that he’s not here to provide her anything. The girl moves back, sitting in the corner as she doesn’t want to get hurt. She knows that when he doesn’t have anything with him he just wants to torture her, maybe give her a bath.. which is either freezing cold or steaming hot.

He walks over to her before stepping inside and looking down at the cowering girl, … smiling..

“Hey Doggie..” he says in his usual tone. Sarcastic and humiliating.

Mary looks up at him, getting down on her knees before tilting her head up to look in his eyes.

“H.. hello master..”

She says, her voice shaking heavily.

The man crouches down before gently grabbing her jaw with his hands.

“Today’s a special day for you. You’re gonna help master upstairs from now on.”

Mary seems rather worried. But she still decides to ask for further explanation.

“Help you?..”

He smiles, nodding slowly as he keeps eye contact.

“Mhm.. cooking, cleaning.. that fun stuff”

Mary thinks for a bit before opening her mouth to ask more.

“Like.. like a maid?”

He lets go of her face, chuckling a bit before getting up again.

“Hmmm.. something like that yeah. Come on now. I’ll show you around”

The man says before bending down and picking her up. She’s lighter. Which makes sense because of how much weight she lost. But at the same time her hair got thinner, her skin more pale and generally more unhealthy.

He holds her by the back of her thighs making her lean against his chest. Mary is pretty nervous, tho at the same time quite exited.. is she gonna get treated better now?

The man starts to walk over to the basements door before heading up the stairs to the big wooden door. Mary tilts her head back, looking where they’re heading. The floor creaks with every step and her heart beats faster the closer they get to the door. She’s so exited…

But the poor girl doesn’t know that it’s only gonna get worse from here…

The man opens up the door, and the air immediately smells different. Mary has gotten so used to the smell of the basement, the lack of fresh air and her own smell that the house smells so different now. When the girl looks around it seems like any other house. Tho it’s relatively clean, pretty big even.. a little luxurious. The man carries her to the living room, before sitting her on the floor in front of a big chair. One used for sitting comfortably while reading.

Her captor steps over in front of her before sitting down, lowering his head to look at Mary. Kneeling in front of him. Not understanding what exactly is going on.

“So… I believe I should tell you a few things for your new chapter here.”

He says calmly as Mary looks around the room. There’s a big fireplace, bookshelves, pictures on the wall.. maybe of relatives or friends, a big sofa and a living room table. As well as a big TV.

“In the last four months you have proven yourself to be extremely easily manipulable. You follow orders and you try your best to always endure the punishments I put you through.”

He explains calmly. Smiling down at her.

“So I decided to put you on the next stage earlier than intended. You’re going to clean the house when I tell you to. Cook whenever I feel like it. Entertain me when I’m bored. And lastly… please me. You may use your voice and ask questions now.”

Mary looks up in his eyes. The worried expression still remained on her face.

“Will.. will I um.. sleep in a bed now? A-and can I have some clothes?”

The man smiles down at her before moving his eyes away. Thinking.

“You’ll stay in your cell. Except when I need you during the night. If.. and I’m saying IF, you’re a good girl I might provide you with a cleaner mattress and a pillow.

For the clothes. You’ll wear a dress when you’re upstairs. And you can sleep in your panties and bra.”

Mary nods quickly, she just has to be good. Then he’s gonna be nicer to her..

“Okay Sir.. thank you Sir.”

She says before bowing down, quickly hissing his boots.

“Now. I’m going to bring you your uniform. So stay.”

He says before getting up, leaving her alone in the living room. She could have any change to escape now. Mary looks around nervously. She can just run. Get up and run to the door.. but she isn’t taking that opportunity.

After around a minute the man returns. It’s a dark green dress with a white apron on the front. A bra and a pair of black panties. He hands them to her before motioning for her to get up. And she does, quickly getting to her feet. Luckily she doesn’t have any broken bones at the moment . A few of her finger bones are a little sore but besides that shes okay. Tho her skin is, bruises are all over her body and on her stomach is still the fading scar that he put on her. “Fat pig…”. Every time he makes her take a bath, he mentions it. Making her stand in front of a mirror and list all of the flaws he dislikes about her body. Her pale skin, her “fat”, which at this point is just loose skin, her eye bags, her long frizzy hair, and so on.

“You look disgusting. Put it on I can’t stand your body anymore”

He says as he throws the clothes at Mary, right in her face. They drop down on the floor, and Mary quickly moves to pick them up before starting to get dressed, starting with the underwear and bra, before sliding on the dress and lastly the white apron. Tho she does have some trouble with tying the back.

The man notices it, letting out a low chuckle before stepping over to the girl, slapping her hands away. He grabs the two straps himself before gently tying them behind her back, making a pretty bow. He leans down a little so his mouth was beside the girls ear.

“You almost look like a little doll…”

He whispers before Mary can feel his hand on her back, pushing her roughly. The girl groans as her body hits the floor, bruising her already hurt knees.

“Too bad you’re a broken one.”

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