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Mammon's Second

Mammon/Reader, 6.5k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (Part Two sequel for Mammon's First, because some asked for it and I ended up thinkin' too hard about what it could be)

Felt good.

Mammon stared at the door, still replaying the sensations in his head while… trying to figure out what exactly’d just happened.

‘I admire so much of you, in fact.’

Admire him, huh? He chuckled quietly, letting his hand slowly roam up his body. Admire him so much you’d made him feel…

Really good.

“NO! NO NO NO! GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR YOU… YOU… PERVERT!”

“Name calling? Don’t be mean, Levi, I just wanted to talk about—”

“NOOO! DON’T YOU DARE!”

Ah, right. He really should go feed Cerberus.

Mammon stepped out and peered down the hall to find you grinning to yourself at Levi’s door. You looked up when you heard him and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling… warm again.

He sighed and slipped out, choosing the long way down the hall toward the stairs. If Levi wasn’t willing to listen to you, he might have to… ah… well, he probably wasn’t the best one to do that. Hopefully Levi’d listen. Otherwise…

Eh, he could probably figure out how to explain it. Maybe.

After he figured out what to make of it himself. Until then it was probably his best bet to avoid his brothers, lest he slip up and say something he shouldn’t and send them all screaming and running like Levi.

After he’d made his way to the kitchen and snuck down the halls, he went out the back to look for Cerberus, that big overgrown hellhound that’d nearly scared him out of his skin only to turn puppy when Lucifer’d showed up. It’d been… terrifying, but in a different way, to see Lucifer come to their rescue, his eyes fierce and tongue sharp.

“Alright, c’mon ya big goof,” he said, dropping the hunk of meat onto the platter outside the beast’s hovel. Apparently, magical beasts in this realm could be tamed within pocket dimensions, allowing for quick summons once a caster knew how to pull them through but for now Barbatos had had a small group of Little D’s help put up some makeshift shelter in the back.

This place was so weird.

First the snuffles, then a big black snout poked out, followed by another, then another all sniffing and curious before Cerberus emerged, its heads all peering at him questioningly before the one furthest on the left noticed the meat. It bowed its head and nudged the meat with its nose, then snapped at it with massive, sharp teeth. The head on the right took notice and growled, turning its head to pull the meat away for itself only to have the center bite down and lift it high.

Mammon chuckled and sat down on the ground to watch, shaking his head. “Doesn’t it all go in the same place? Why do you guys gotta all fight over it?”

The beast flopped down to the ground with a heavy thump, both eating and fighting over its meal while Mammon held his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. Not his favorite chore so far, but not the worst either, all he really had to do was make sure they didn’t fight each other.

“It must be exhausting having three heads, don’t you think?”

“Mm… yeah,” he nodded, eyes still closed. “Even if we give ‘em multiple pieces, they still keep fighting so I figure one big piece is easier.”

Asmo tittered, his footsteps growing closer. “Sounds like an excuse to be lazy to me~”

He shrugged, “You can feed ‘em how you want when it’s your turn.”

“Ugh, please, I don’t want to go anywhere near what he eats,” Asmo said, taking a seat beside him.

Cerberus made short work of the meat, two of the heads gnawing at the bone while the third sniffed Asmo’s outstretched hand.

“It’s crazy to think we were almost eaten by him, huh?” Asmo said, eyes softening a little as he scratched at the muzzle, its tail thumping against the dirt. “Now he’s such a softie~”

“Yeah…” It was… still a bit of a sore spot.

“I’m just glad everyone’s okay,” he said quietly.

Asmo chuckled and leaned over to nudge him. “You think too much, you know? I mean look at us! We’re the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now!”

Mammon laughed in turn, “Yeah… but I don’t really know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but who cares?” Asmo cupped Cerberus’ cheeks in both hands, giving them affectionate scritches. “Soon enough everyone will know about me here, just like before and I’ll have even more titles to use~”

Cerberus barked, tail wagging faster while Mammon couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.

“Don’t you laugh!”Asmo quipped, turning to him again. “Demons like titles and status! I got so many free samples for makeup and creams today because of it!”

“Wait, they give you stuff for free?”

“Mhm~ though, I wouldn’t get any ideas, it could be entirely because it was me you know.”

“Eh… I’m still worried I might get eaten by a giant snake or somethin’ if I buy the wrong kinda toothpaste.”

Asmo snickered, “Yeah… good point. I’m not entirely sure why anyone would even want a prize like that.”

“Beats me,” he muttered, his brother taking a seat beside him again.

The two let the conversation dwindle, both lost in their own thoughts with nothing but the sounds of Cerberus’ movements to break the silence. Even in the moonlight, its appearance was sinister but… softer too. Not anything nearly as cuddly or soft as anything he’d seen in the Celestial Realm but… sort of cute, in its own way.

“I do think this place is getting to Levi a bit though,” Asmo added quietly, “he started freaking out and won’t come out of his room now.”

“Oh that’s just ‘cause he walked in on me and—”

He sat up straighter, realizing he probably shouldn’t have but it was too late. Asmo’s eyes lit up and he turned to him.

“Walked in on you and what? What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, turning up his chin. “Why you gotta assume I did?”

“Mammon, you just led a mission to go find some mythical creature. You always do something.”

“Oi, I—” Well, he was sort of right. Kinda.

He slouched again, feeling his face start to warm the more he thought about just what happened and rubbed his neck.

“Oo~ something definitely happened.” Asmo scooted closer, nudging him again, “Come on, don’t tease! Spill!”

“I-I uh…” he blushed further, looking up at the stars. “I um… well he kinda… walked in on me havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

He closed his eyes, about to breathe a sigh of relief when—

“Wait, WHAT?! When?!”

“A bit ago, just before—”

Asmo was on his feet so fast and grabbed the belts across his chest, yanking him up with him.

“WHEN?” He demanded, shaking him. “When did you- How.. How did you even-?!”

“I- Quit shakin’ me and I’ll tell ya-!”

Asmo dropped him and he landed in the dirt, scowling up at his mystified face.

“What was it like?” He asked, amber eyes starry.

What was it like…

“Um…” he leaned back on his hands, considering his words carefully. “I dunno it felt… good.”

Asmo’s expression grew a touch more annoyed. “Well of course it felt good, everyone knows that, but what was it like?”

He laughed and shrugged, “I dunno, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Asmo’s eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight to one leg. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about something like that.”

“What?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Oh please,” Asmo flipped his bangs from his face with a sigh, “There’s no way you’ve had sex and can’t even describe it. You probably just discovered some new fetish and freaked Levi out or something.”

“H-Hey, no that ain’t true!” He got up and threw up his hands. “I just dunno how to describe it, okay? I mean it was sex, but it wasn’t like sex sex, y’know?”

Asmo stared at him blankly. “How do you have sex that isn’t sex sex?”

“I don’t know!”

Asmo sighed and crossed his arms loosely, shaking his head. “Mammon… what even happened?”

“I… well,” He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. “They uh… they used their mouth on me.”

“They…” Asmo’s eyes flicked down to his waist, then up to his eyes. “Their mouth?”

“Yeah, but not like the whole time?” He said, face feeling warmer.

“Ew… why would you…? Hm…” Asmo cupped his chin in thought.

“It felt great,” he said, laughing a little. “But uh… then I um…”

“You what? Made an ass of yourself?” Asmo teased.

“Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his weight. “‘Cause y’know… their mouth was on me a lot so…”

“So…?” Asmo echoed, waiting for him to finish before realization kicked in. “Wait- did you?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, earning a smack on his arm.

“Mammon, that’s so gross!”

“I know, that’s what I thought too! But then—” he clapped a hand over his mouth. No. Shouldn’t say that.

“But then what?” Asmo pressed, ever eager for gossip. “What? What happened? Did you make them sick?”

“N-No, they ah…” He looked away again, watching Cerberus retreat into its shelter. “…swallowed it….”

“They…” Asmo went quiet, processing what he’d just said. He’d expected more teasing, or a scolding, but when Asmo failed to say anything more he stole a glance at his brother.

Asmo was staring at the ground, eyes flicking back and forth as if trying to calculate just how exactly to respond.

“Ew that’s so hot!” He finally cried, stepping back to fan himself while shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Ewww why would someone do that and how do I find someone to do that with me??”

“Huh?”

Asmo’s eyes focused on him again, a new motive shining through. “Did they say? Did they say why they’d do that?”

“Oh… uh…” he looked up again, reflecting on the conversation you’d had. “They said they… admired me….”

Asmo’s nose wrinkled and he hugged himself, still squirming. “Oh it’s so icky but so sweet I kind of want to try it but ugh oh dear it’s so… so naughty!”

He laughed, and Asmo smacked his arm again.

“Don’t you laugh! Ugh, I can’t believe you found someone first it’s so unfair!”

“Found- what? Whaddya mean unfair? I’m great!”

Asmo rolled his eyes. “Sure, maybe if you say that enough times it’ll be true.”

“Hey!”

He tittered again and sighed fondly, posing himself to be illuminated by the moonlight as he spoke to the stars. “I just can’t imagine you’d charm someone so quickly… especially with me around.”

“At least you’re gettin’ your confidence back,” he muttered under his breath, and Asmo’s fierceness returned so quick it threw him off guard.

“You just watch yourself, mm? You might’ve had first touch, but I’m going to be the Avatar of Lust you know. I can’t have my brothers showing me up.”

“S’that right?” He said with a grin, “What? So you tellin’ me to back off or something? It ain’t my fault I got admirers.”

Asmo raised a brow and poked him in the chest. “Admirer. Just one. One that you haven’t had ‘sex sex’ with yet.”

“Y-Yet? Whaddya mean, ‘yet’? I don’t even know if I’d—” Wait. He coughed and leered back at Asmo. “I mean, you can say you’re Lust all you want, all I know is I kinda want more~”

Asmo gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he said innocently, “It ain’t my fault if you can’t find someone to do the same before I do.”

“You… You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” He crossed his arms, “You’re my little brother, you can’t stop me.”

Asmo’s face turned pink and he sputtered a bit.

It was almost funny, but then he felt a little bad.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m just t—”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Bet?

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“What kinda bet?”

Asmo smiled. “Nothing too drastic, just a little bet. Let’s say… whoever gets it first wins and the loser has to… mm…” He pursed his lips and looked back at the house in thought. “Oh! Loser has to do the winner’s chores for a month.”

Not having to do chores for a month? Not a bad outcome.

“Sure,” he said, “why not?”

“Perfect~” Asmo hummed, turning to saunter back inside. “Oh, but one thing to keep it fair.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“Well~ my charms are rather something, but I’m still figuring them out…” he admitted, “And you with your… admirer… how about we can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered?”

He considered that, reflecting on the way you…

He swallowed.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “Oh yay! I can’t wait to have a whole month free to myself!”

“Yeah, keep dreamin’,” he teased, following after him.

————

Over the next few days all was quiet and simple, nothing too exciting. More exploration of the village nearby while Lucifer’d wander off with Diavolo to discuss thoughts about establishing RAD and what it could mean for the future. Lots of big ideas without a lot of direction or history to go off of, but whenever Mammon overheard or Lucifer shared some of the discussions with him, he couldn’t help feeling a little more… hopeful.

Maybe becoming a demon really wouldn’t be so bad.

Especially since some demons seemed to be kinda sorta fun.

He did try his best to create space whenever you were called by one of his brothers. Somehow even Satan seemed to have taken a liking to you, and your visits had an impact on how often he’d throw his fits. Levi had been growing fond too, but after… that he didn’t seem as keen to seek your guidance.

Mammon couldn’t help feeling a little bad about that, but when he saw you reaching out to the twins too it was easier to let it go. He’d figure out how to make it up to Levi some day, at least once he quit bolting out of the room whenever you and he were present.

It was… nice. Real nice. Experiencing yet another demon in this world, not quite like Diavolo or Barbatos where decorum was expected to some degree. You were sassy. You were funny. You were sometimes a little bit scary when you’d scold, but you were always… so kind after. Willing to explain, to understand.

Which made it all the more frustrating too.

Whether Asmo had put two and two together or not, your charms even enticed the fifth born to try and sway your fancy. Once you’d offered to show him around to your favorite shops it was like you were joined at the hip. He’d even painted your nails and excitedly told you why he enjoyed it so much.

It was nice to see his brothers making friends, but… this feeling inside…

‘We can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered.’

“Yeah, but I wanna ask so bad…” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through his D.D.D. and trying to figure out how to use it to find recipes. It was his turn to make dinner this time, but he’d never been that good at cooking even in the Celestial Realm. Stuff just wasn’t… none of these ingredients looked familiar, and a whole lot of things seemed poisonous or deadly. How’d anyone even figure out how to eat this stuff without dying?

He could… maybe ask you for help. You were their attendant after all, right? Wasn’t it your job to help him figure this stuff out?

He chewed his lip, swiping across to the Demmunication app and lingering on your contact name. Technically, he could figure out how to make dinner on his own but…

But…

Why… not ask you to…

“Whatcha lookin’ at so hard?”

“Ack!” He jumped, startled by your voice and nearly dropping his D.D.D. “What the- Where’d you come from?”

“Cocytus Hall?” You said blankly, walking into the kitchen with your hands behind your back. “Duh, that’s where I live.”

He tsked and put his D.D.D. in his back pocket, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Mm… is it not?” You teased, sidling up to the counter and looking over the various vegetables and whatever the fuck he found at the market that looked… good? Was it good? He had no clue. Some of it was cool colors though so that had to mean it’d taste good, right? “Beel asked me to come over, he said it was an emergency.”

“An emergency? Is he okay?”

You laughed and met his eyes, “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just got worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

You leaned on the table and gave him a sly grin. “You cooking dinner.”

“I- what!” His face heated, “That ain’t an emergency!”

You laughed and shrugged, “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just the messenger.”

He scowled and considered asking Beel just what exactly was wrong with him cooking dinner, but…

“Well uh… if you’re here anyway….” He said, glancing at you through the corner of his eye and gesturing to the spread. “What’s somethin’ I can make with all this?”

“Mm…” you hummed in thought, picking up a few things and putting them down again. “Well… I’ve never seen all these things used together in a single dish, but…” A light flickered in your eyes and you held up a devionion. “Could you dice this for me? We could make a few dishes to serve together.”

“Sure but they’re not gonna all be the same size,” he said, making you laugh again.

“That’s fine, just do your best,” you said, picking up a carton of hellshrooms and walking over to the sink to wash them. “The closer they are in size, the better they’ll cook.”

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, picking back the papery skin, its deep purple peeling back to expose a bright violet red. He set the devionion down on the board and picked up a knife, then cut it in half. Easy so far. He put one half down in the middle of the board and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to copy how he’d seen others do it before… just a few cuts here… and then there… and a few more…

“Ugh- Why’s everything-” He tipped his head back, blinking back tears as his eyes began to sting. “Seriously, why’s everything gotta be dangerous here?”

You snorted. “Is the devionion too much of a challenge for you?”

“I didn’t say that!” He snapped, but a new wave hit and he reached up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Aw…” Your voice was light with thinly veiled laughter. “It’s okay, sometimes they still make me cry too.”

“I ain’t cryin’, my eyes hurt,” he grumbled, leaning against the counter.

“Here, let me take that,” you said, reaching around him to pick up the board. He couldn’t see it, but the sizzles and pops testified the accursed vegetable was frying inside.

“Not bad, honestly,” you said, stirring in with a pinch of salt. “A little chunky, but mostly even.”

He blinked again, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah? Well chopping stuff isn’t so hard it’s all the other stuff that is.”

You chuckled and nodded to the pile of hellshrooms, “Would you mind chopping those up too for me?”

He squinted, your smile mischievous. “Are they gonna hurt too?”

“No,” you laughed, “Sure some of the stuff here is a hassle to work with but I promise the hellshrooms are fine.”

“Okay…” He picked up the knife again while you set the board in front of him. “How am I supposed to chop ‘em?”

“Just in chunks,” you said, placing the hellshrooms down beside him. “About the same size as the devionion.”

“Okay…” he said again a little skeptically, picking up one hellshroom and cutting it up. “This seems weird, what’s it for?”

You hummed and walked around him again, picking through the pantry for a few items before returning to his side and mixing them in a small bowl.

“We’re making sandwiches,” you said, sprinkling in some seasonings and stirring the sauce.

“These’re gonna be some real weird sandwiches,” he muttered, grabbing another handful of hellshrooms to chop.

“What~?” you teased, leaning into him with a nudge. “You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, feeling his face start to warm again. “Just… never made sandwiches like this before.”

You hummed softly, “I think that’s enough, can you add them to the pan?”

“Oh, really? I still had some left, but okay,” he said, turning to dump them into the pan. Should he… stir it too? He glanced at you, but you were still mixing something so he shrugged and picked up the spoon, nudging the veg around a bit. Yeah, that seemed about right.

“Mammon, do you want a taste?” You asked, and he turned only to nearly bump into you.

“W-When’d you get so close?” He asked, stepping back and catching himself on the counter while you stepped closer, a dab of sauce dripping down your finger.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, stepping so close any closer and he might feel you against him. “I’m just offering you a taste~” you cooed, holding your finger up. “Don’t you want to try what we’re making?”

“I-I…” He glanced from your finger to your lips, tempted. “I-isn’t that kinda…?”

“Kinda what?” You murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Weird~?”

He swallowed, the sauce running further down your finger and making him… want…

“You’re so cute,” you mused, meeting his eyes as you brought your finger to your lips, soft tongue peeking out to glide up and lick it clean. “So very cute~”

“Oh… fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing your chest against him. “What? No sassy comeback?”

So close.

His wings began to curve around you, his heart rate picking up.

“Comeback for what?” he asked, eyes drifting down to your lips again.

And oh the way his heart leapt when you smiled.

“I missed you,” You cooed, leaning against the counter with your hands at either side of his waist, trapping him despite your shorter stature. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

“Avoiding you? What? No,” he laughed and turned his gaze up, the heat he’d felt before starting to return. “Don’t be silly, I ain’t avoidin’ ya, I just figure you’re busy.”

“Mm…” You lifted yourself up on your toes, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing fondly into his neck. “It has been a lot of work lately…”

He swallowed, flapping his wings in short little bursts.

“I don’t think I’ve really been able to… unwind… in a while either…”

“Well then-” He gripped the counter’s edge, your lips so soft on his neck. “Th-Then why don’t you take the day off? I can fi-hi—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pinching him with a sharp little bite.

“Are you really asking me to go?” You pouted, stepping between his legs and rubbing yours up his thigh. “Mammon, can’t I stay?”

“Y-You can do whatever you want,” he said, staring up at the ceiling.

You giggled and stepped back, “Mammon, look at me~”

He hesitated and you giggled again, letting your hands slip from his neck and down his chest.

“So cute~”

“Would ya quit callin’ me cute?” He said, finally meeting the mischief in your eyes. “I am a demon too y’know.”

“Right,” you tilted your head slightly, a spark in your eyes. “But aren’t demons a little… weird?”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because you stepped back and covered a more genuine laugh. “Oh it’s fine~ everyone’s a little weird, you know? Besides,” you reached out to touch just above his navel, drawing a slow circle around it. “I used to think the Celestial Realm was pretty weird… until I met you.”

A subtle shiver ran through his body, but if he was being honest it was the way it made you smile that really tickled. That seductive, sinful smile…

He swallowed again, his grip on the countertop relaxing.

“What’s so… weird about the Celestial Realm?”

“Oh lots of things,” you said, drawing idle shapes without a care while the tickling began pulsing the further down your touch flirted. “It’s a place I’ve never been, even just thinking about a place where the sun always shines is strange, don’t you think?”

“I mean… it’s always dark here,” he muttered, and you laughed. Ugh, was laughter supposed to tickle too?

“True~ but you know one thing I thought was interesting?” You asked, turning your palm to rest on his stomach and gazing at him with such sweet eyes. “I had no idea angels could fuck,” you said, amusement glittering. “I thought they were all just… prudish or oblivious.”

“I- well-” He blushed and turned his face aside. “It ain’t like we don’t know how stuff works, it’s just not… we- I mean they- they ah, uh…”

“Hey, Mammon?” Your fingers slipped under the hemline of his pants. “Would you… help me unwind a little?”

His grip tightened on the countertop again, the tightness down below even more aggravating when he felt your fingers ghost just shy of his cock.

“H-How would I… help ya with that?” he asked, trying but failing to keep cool.

“Mm…” Your thumb caressed him so lovingly it felt dirty wanting it lower. “Maybe… let me admire you again? I had so much fun last time~”

He wheezed out a laugh, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. “Again? Really?”

“I mean… only if you want me to,” you said with a shrug, “we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” he said a little too quick. “B-But ah, y-yeah, we don’t have to.”

You smirked and stepped away to give the hellshrooms a stir. “You’re so cute.”

“Would you quit—” He held his tongue when you glanced over your shoulder, that smirk still plain as day on your face. He looked away. “Never mind.”

You merely shrugged and began to busy yourself with the rest of dinner prep, humming an idle tune all the while. The way you moved around the kitchen was so confident and self assured, picking through the items he’d picked up and separating them into different piles. Maybe Beel was right and this was an emergency, he’d had no idea how to put anything together and you made it look so easy.

And…

There was something about…

It didn’t happen every time, but after a bit he realized it wasn’t some trick of the light or something in his eyes. Every now and then he’d see a flicker of light, like a subtle glow was housed just under your skin. Sometimes it’d shine in your eyes too, and those flickers made him feel real funny. But other times it appeared lower in your chest, and it felt… different when he saw it there.

What did it mean? Was he seeing things?

“Whatcha thinking about so hard?” you teased, cutting a few devispuds into wedges. “Do you not like fries?”

“Huh?” He blinked and shook his head. “No I was just… uh, is it… normal for demons to glow sometimes?”

“Glow?” You repeated, looking up at him. “Oh, you mean the Eyes of Greed?”

“The… what?”

You smirked and set the knife down, then pointed to your chest. “Demons of Greed can sometimes see the essence of the soul. It’s part of your charm.”

“Part of my… charm?”

You nodded and lined the devispud wedges onto the pan, “Yep. You’ll have to learn how to read it of course, but the sparkles can give you ideas of what a person values so you can… well… use it to negotiate and things.”

He watched you open the oven door and place the pan inside. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Doesn’t it?” You asked, shutting the door but still bent over, smirking at him as you swayed your hips to the side. “I think it is~ it’s a gift among curses, all demons have them.”

He felt himself warming again, the way you were leaning…

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, folding his wings more inward around his hips.

“Is that why you can mess with me? You can see?”

“Mm… no, I’m actually unspecialized right now. I do like Greed, but…”

Your steps approached him again, the familiarity of sensing you nearby made his heart skip half a beat. He opened his eyes again to see you grinning up at him coyly, hands behind your back.

“I do really enjoy Lust too~”

“O-Oh you do, huh?”

“Mhm~” You tilted your head slightly. “It’s flattering to know I’m desired, you know?” You reached out to touch his arm, focusing your attention on it while you caressed his sleeve. “It’s nice to indulge.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” he said, relaxing a bit.

You chuckled, “‘That makes sense’, you’re so cute.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what else is fun about Greed though?” You asked, taking another step closer just shy of pressing against him again. “Greed has its own… thrill,” you murmured, lightly trailing your fingertips up his side. “A risk of loss or reward.”

He shivered and you took the opportunity to reach behind in your back pocket.

“Would you want to play a little game with me, Mammon?”

“A… sure? What kinda game?”

You smiled and took a step back, revealing a single Grimm coin in your hand. “I’d love to make you feel good again, but you seem awfully shy—”

“Oi, I ain’t shy!”

You laughed, “Right. Anyway, why don’t we turn it into a game? If you call the coin toss right I’ll make you feel real good, and if you don’t,” you shrugged, “I’ll just finish up dinner and be on my way.”

“I…” That actually sounded… kinda good. “But shouldn’t I do something for you too?”

Your eyes glittered with mischief, and you reached out to touch his inner thigh, massaging deep into the muscle making his cock ache.

“I like to be desired first~” you purred, “It’s more fun that way.”

“You…” His face heated and he crossed his arms, knowing damn well what you were doing but refusing to admit he’d caught on. “Fine, yeah. Coin toss sounds good.”

You grinned and flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, then slapped it on the back of your hand. “Alright,” You shifted closer and placed your knee between his legs, rubbing his thigh with your own. “Call it~”

“Tails,” he said, not wanting to overthink it.

Or overthink how badly he wanted to be right.

“Tails,” you repeated, rubbing your thigh higher up his leg. “Mm~ let’s see if you’ll get lucky.”

“Oi, c’mon don’t do that unless I won—”

Your eyes flicked to his again, alight with glee. “Why? Do you want to win?”

“I—” He blushed, this heat inside made it so hard to think straight. “Quit teasing and just tell me if I won or not!”

You giggled and sidled closer, your hip pressed right against his groin as they swayed with a gentle stroke. “Oh dear~ what happens if you lost? Will you be upset?”

“Of course not! Just show me the coin.”

“Mm…” your tail wound around his leg as you leaned back against his chest, gazing up at him innocently. “Promise you won’t be mad if you lose?”

Flustered, he couldn’t think of what to say, your tail stroking his calf so affectionately.

“I-I ain’t gonna get mad over some game.”

You beamed, tail giving his leg a little squeeze. “You’re so cute~”

“Would you quit—”

“It really is such a shame,” you continued, turning in to face him. “I wanted so badly for you to win, but…” You revealed the coin, showing it was heads up. “Too bad, huh?”

Too bad.

Too…

“Damn,” he said, wings falling slack. He’d wanted to win too, but it was almost a relief to not—

You grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him forward, startling him.

“H-Hey wait, what’re you—”

You dropped the coin down his pants, the cold of the metal ice on his skin.

“Well, I don’t need it anymore so you can have it,” you said with an idle shrug, turning on your heel as your tail unwound from his leg. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“A consol- Oi! The hell was that for?! It was cold!”

You stopped with your back to him, tilting your head to the side.

“… Chopped nuts…”

He clapped his hands over himself, “Wh-What?!”

You looked over your shoulder with amusement, pointing at a bowl. “I said, could you pass me the chopped nuts?”

He scowled and reached over to grab the bowl, handing it to you before walking off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you teased, “I’ll finish up dinner.”

——

Mammon couldn’t make it to the bathroom soon enough, the ache almost starting to feel… sore. Luckily no one else was in it, and he locked the door behind him before stripping down then turned on the water and just.

“Fuck.”

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his back. His cock didn’t… hurt but it felt…

He tsked, noticing an imprint of the coin on his thigh.

“Cheeky demon,” he muttered, staring at his cock and watching it twitch. Why wouldn’t it go down? It felt so swollen, so sore, so…

He touched two wet fingers to the bottom side, stroking up his length while fantasizing about your tongue. That delicious, luscious, sinful tongue… so soft and wet…

“So… warm…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to stroke. This body… wasn’t like the body he used to have… everything felt… more.

He groaned, leaning forward against the wall and closing his eyes.

More.

The way your eyes lit up whenever he’d fall for your teasing.

The subtle purse of your lips as you blew on the spoon before tasting for seasoning.

The way your moans tickled his cock as you swallowed it down your throat.

“Fuck,” he grit his teeth, chasing that high.

More.

Seeing you nestled between his legs, nuzzling him with—

His lower abdomen clenched, the swelling ache rising.

Cumming so hard only to watch you swallow it down, suckling him clean before you’d raised your head…

Why…

Had that been…

So…

“Fuhhhck…” he moaned, stroking himself faster. Almost. Just a little—

All he wanted was—

“Hh… hahhh…” He breathed out before his eyes rolled back, pumping his cock until he came, the euphoria of relief erasing all thought from his mind.

Just…

Bliss.

Bliss…

The water continued to rain down, and he leaned his cheek against the cool tile, reveling in the feeling. Hot and cold. Raw and numb.

Cumming had never felt anything like this before…

And…

He shivered, glancing down at himself and unable to help imagining you kneeling there, even rolling hips a few times for good measure.

Cumming could feel… even better…

He chuckled to himself, feeling a little clearer headed while he finished cleaning up. Maybe being a demon really wouldn’t be so bad.

The shower helped too, and once he’d dried off he began to redress, pulling up his pants while a golden glint caught his eye.

The coin.

That damn coin.

He’d had a fifty-fifty shot and that stupid coin!

He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand.

Well, at least they let him…

Wait a second.

He threw open the door and ran down to the kitchen, unable to find you there before he checked the dining hall where you, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie were sitting down to eat. You were giving Belphie a plate to send up to Levi.

“Could you bring this up to him for me? He won’t answer the door when I go up there?”

“Ugh, do I have to? I’m so tired…”

“Please, Belphie?”

Belphie sighed and picked up the plate, “Fine… I’ll be back.”

“Thank you~” you cooed, giving him a little hug while plating up a pile of sandwiches for Beel, “Now Beel, you’ll have to tell me what you think so I can—”

“Oi!” He strode in, holding up the coin. “What’s this?!”

“Well hello there, Mammon.” Asmo teased, holding his chin in his hand. “Did you forget to finish getting dressed?”

“Shaddup,” he said, stopping in front of you.

You looked from the coin to him, your smile giving away what your voice did not.

“Why, it’s a single Grimm coin, Mammon.”

“No it ain’t,” he said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s got two faces!”

“Oh wow would you look at that.”

“Would y-” He growled, holding the coin in his fist. “That means you cheated! There was no way it was gonna be tails!”

Asmo gasped and looked between the two of you, “Wait, what happened?”

You merely shrugged and turned to pull out a chair. “Nothing really, just teaching Mammon some demon games.”

“It ain’t a game if I have no chance to win!” he protested, and you looked up at him with a smirk.

“Nonsense~ you had equal chance to say heads.”

Asmo laughed, “Oh~ that’s clever! Do you know any other demon games?”

“I know plenty,” you said, giving Asmo a wink. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“R… Really?” Asmo asked, his face turning a little pink.

“Now wait just a sec—”

“Sit down, Mammon,” you said, patting the open seat beside you. “Come have dinner before it gets cold.”

“I- but—”

You raised a brow, that mischievous light shining in your eyes yet again.

“Ugh…” He sat down heavily, trying to not sulk too much.

He should’ve said heads.

Dammit, he should’ve said heads.

“Let me know what you think,” you said, reaching out to pinch his knee. “I worked really hard on it~”

“Mammon, are you getting sick? Your face is looking rather flush~”

“Shaddup Asmo, yours is too!”

“It is not!”

You snickered and refilled your glass of Demonus, lounging back in your seat while demons bickered around you. He tried to not look too much. Tried to not think too much. Tried to not ache too much as your throat flexed, swallowing the Demonus down, wishing it’d been…

“Is that enough or do you want more?”

“Huh?”

You smirked, gesturing to his plate. “If you want more you might want to hurry,” you said, nodding to Beel who was four sandwiches in.

“It’s sh’o good,” Beel said happily, sauce smeared on his face. “What’s in it? There’s a spiciness I really like.”

“I’ll write the recipe down for you, Beel,” you said cheerfully, either unaware or expert at playing coy.

Asmo, though, seemed to catch on more than he would’ve liked, leaning back to smirk at him out of your line of sight.

He scowled at him and picked up a sandwich, pointedly ignoring all of them as he took a bite.

Damn.

Who would’ve guessed hellshrooms could taste so good?

#obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #reader insert #gender neutral reader #fanfic

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years ago

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Do you have any fics for qsmp you enjoy reading? Like your personal favs? Or ones you think have potential?

YES OKAY!

1. Along Came a Spider

If you aren't reading this one, you're wrong because it's super good? Basically, Roier gets bit by a radioactive spider, Quackity is I think Norman Osborn, and Cellbit is a Very Normal Person who definitely isn't a literal cat burglar. It's super well written, all the characters are fun, there's a lot of intrigue going on, and the fandom needs more superhero aus, and what better character to use than the literal Spider-Man?

2. Divided Soul

I think everyone's been keeping up with this one, but I still recommend it!! It's some cool high fantasy shit starring Vegetta as a prince being haunted by his ex boyfriend (/pos) and Foolish as the Literal Most Traumatized Man On Earth. If you like angst and hurt/comfort, this is the one for you.

3. eternally, forever.

Another Fooligetta fic, this one's another popular one, but for good reason! It's heartbreaking in the amount of love you can feel coming off of Foolish the entire time, and then? Yeah. Read it, it's definitely worth it.

4. The Reason (English version linked here, but definitely check out the Portuguese or Spanish ones if that language works better for you!!

Where do I even begin. F!Cell never escaped from prison, and he is making it everybody's problem, including the new guy on the (cell) block, Roier, who is definitely supposed to be there. Definitely. This one's darker so only check it out if you're into like. Dark shit. But also it's super good, so yeah!!

5. partners (in crime)

This one is an Ordem Paranormal au and it's only one chapter rn but I think there will be more? Unsure! But, as it is, it's cute! I don't know a ton about OP, but Cellbit gets teased, and everyone is cute, and I hope there's more because I'm already invested. It is in Portuguese, but translating it is so worth it.

6. Red Gunpowder

This one's a newer one, only one chapter so far, but I'm super into it already I think? Basically, Cellbit is a Traumatized Cop and Roier is... not in the fic yet, but he sounds fun just from the description. The first chapter was pretty cool, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

7. Icarus is Flying Too Close to the Sun & This is How It Feels to Take a Fall (series linked)

Two fics in one bullet point because they're both just that good! All three of Bobby's parents try and get Bobby back, and it's super heartfelt and I felt Emotions and it's sweet :( Definitely read it!

8. your palms; a home for my soul

This one is so SWEET!! Basically, Roier's heart is broken, and he goes to a heart fixer to... fix it. (It's magic, don't question it.) It's a twoshot, but it's sooooo cute, the metaphor is INSANE and I went AAAA

9. Breaking Dawn

So this one's pretty popular as well, but it's for good reason! Basically, Cellbit is a wannabe paranormal investigator and Roier is a werewolf. I think it was supposed to just be a romcom from the author's description, but there's so much more? There's this whole sideplot with Felps being kidnapped and Roier being real shady about everything and Cellbit being the densest man on the planet, and it's super worth a read if you've got a couple hours to spare!

10. The Red Means I Love You!!

Okay so you know me by now, you know I love fucked up little guys finding love, and this one sure does have a fucked up little guy! Basically, q!Cellbit accidentally summons c!Roier to possess his husband when he was trying to summon Romero Richas to interrogate it, and things sure do happen. The characterization is killer, and so is c!Roier, who is so desperate for love that he'd kill for it. (Unfortunately for him, he's kinda met his match in the form of someone who'd kill to get his love back.)

11. Bad Romance

This is the direct sequel to the last fic, and normally I'm not too into that? But this one's worth it imo. Picking up after the end of the last fic, c!Roier breaks f!Cell out of prison and f!Cell definitely doesn't manipulate Roier into agreeing to help him murder Pac e Mike over them leaving him behind in prison. I'm not too into toxic relationships, but I have hope for these two tbh, who else could love them but each other?

And that's my fic rec list! It's just off the top of my head tbh, so sorry about that!

#asks!#anon!#:D

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years ago

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For However Long Is Forever

Catra x Reader

CW: LONG, smut, porn w/plot, kind of a sequel to Finally Free but can be read alone, soft sex, comfort sex, vanilla, gentle, sweet, no assigned roles, just making love, each other's first time, slight pain play maybe?

With her head resting upon yours you both began to sway in the kitchen of your little house. Far from the world, from the princesses, from the horde and all it's nightmares.

Catra's ears were pulled back, purrs rumbling softly from her chest against the soothing music from the record player. Hearing that familiar sound warmed your heart, her purrs were so rare in the horde.

It had only been a few weeks since you both escaped, and while difficult, you both made due.

About a minute later and the songs were over, but still you remained in each other's arms for just a moment longer.

"I never thought..." Catra began, softly whispering against your ear, "I never thought it could be like this..."

You smiled warmly against her shoulder, and held her tighter, "Do you like it?"

Catra rested her hands further down your waist, and sighed contently as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, I think I do."

You turned your head slightly to leave gentle kisses across her neck, "me too, kitten."

You felt as her jaw set for a moment and her voice grew serious, "What if someone tries to take this from us?"

"They won't..."

"How can you be sure?"

You thought for a moment, "because we won't let them..."

"But how?" She stressed, pulling back from you slightly to look you in the eye, "How are we going to stop them? We're only two people, we have no army, no weapons, no allies, we're-"

"Kitten," you said sternly to cut through her spiral and pulled her back into you, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I know it's scary, neither of us really know how to do... this, but I want to learn with you! So lets-"

You sighed and placed both hands on her cheeks, caressing her face softly with your thumbs, "-lets not worry about that right now, okay? Let the princesses and the horde fight their little wars, and for now? Just...just stay with me, please."

You looked to her with pleading eyes that she couldn't resist and she sighed.

Catra hugged you warmly and mumbled grumpily into your hair, "I hate you..."

You laughed and pushed her back gently, "Why? Because I said you can't worry!?"

"Exactly!" She laughed along with you, "I'm trying to come up with defense plans and you're luring me in with that stupid cute little face!"

"Oh I'm sooooo sorry my cute little face is so distracting, kitten~!" You teased.

She sighed dramatically, "Oh give it a rest, princess-" she smirked with her arms crossed, "-besides it's not like I like you or anything~"

"No, no you're right-" your voice laced with a false sadness that quickly revealed itself to be teasing as you gloated childishly, "-you looveeee me~!"

"I'm gonna get you, you dumba-!"

Knowing what would follow you shrieked with laughter and sped in the opposite direction from her and toward your shared bedroom as she chased after you.

As you entered your room and went to close the door to slow her down she picked you up and tackled you onto the bed.

"Nuh uh, no one's gonna save you now, cutie~" she teased in a sing song voice as you playfully struggled underneath her.

You grabbed a pillow and lightly hit her with it while saying between giggles, "You. Are. So. Mean!"

She grabs the pillow as you go to hit her with it again and snatches it from your hand before pinning you down, "Trust me, princess, I can be much much worse~"

Your nose crinkled cutely as you stuck your tongue out at her which she scoffed at and mumbled with playfully annoyance, "You're such a brat, you know that?"

"Maybe~" you shrugged with a wide grin.

After a moment or two she relaxed on top of you, her purrs vibrating between you both as she let go of your hands and moved them to your face as she caressed your cherry cheeks.

"Ive never seen you smile like that-"

You tried to look away from her sheepishly but she softly grabbed you by the chin to pull you back.

"-no wait, I-I like it." Her dazzling two tone eyes admired you beneath her, "You really have always been beautiful, princess. I'm so sorry it took me so long to notice it..."

With your heart swelling in your chest your eyes fell to her pretty red lips.

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked back up into her eyes and suddenly you felt light. As though the world had disappeared.

There was no war, no princesses, no horde, no betrayal, no heartache, no trauma, and no pain.

It was just you and Catra.

"A-are you sure?" Catra asked in response to a question you were too love drunk to even recall asking her, "I've never um...heh-"

She sat up, straddling your lap as you sat up as well, "I've never kissed anyone before..."

And just like that you saw someone you had missed for a long long time, you saw Catra.

Her eyes wide with curiosity and eagerness. Her tail swaying by the tip, and a soft smile across her face.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love Force Captain Catra. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love the power she held, the confidence, the pride, and the ambition. All things that turned what was once a childish crush into yearning and want.

But you loved Catra too. The girl you fell for in training when you were younger. The girl who would startle you by leaping from the shadows, that high pitched laugh as she notices you jump, and then the care of her asking if you were alright.

"Neither have I-" you admitted sheepishly before taking a deep breath to still your nerves and placing a soft hand on the nape of her neck, "-but I've always hoped it would be with you."

You began leaning in before whispering inches away from her mouth, "Can I kiss you, Catra~?"

She wrapped her arms over your shoulders and whispered a soft, "yes."

With her permission you pulled her in gently, your heart hammering in your chest as her lips met yours. Your body shivered under her weight and you whimpered ever so softly before she pulled away.

Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, as her purrs rumbled between the both of you, "Woah..." she said simply.

Your face flushed, "W-was that okay?"

"I think so," Catra paused for a moment as she reached her hand out to caress your face once more, "but...I think I want to try again, if that's okay with you."

You felt as though you were caught in a trance, "Yes, please..." you shifted beneath her slightly as you felt something you had never really felt before, "please kiss me again, kitten~"

So she did.

Leaning and grabbing your face between her hands she pulled you into a deeper, more passionate and confident kiss.

You could feel her hot breath against your face, her nose bumping against yours, and her fangs ever so gently grazing your soft lips.

Between the frenzied kisses you ran your tongue across her bottom lip. She seemed to get the message as she parted her lips and allowed your tongue to explore her mouth with yours.

By now you were both a mess. With her hands combing through your hair and your hands roaming over her lean body as you moaned into each other.

"C-can I-" you attempted to ask between your kiss, gently placing your hand on her breast, "Can I touch you here, kitten~?"

"Yes, yes~" she mewled out. "F-fuck, why does this feel so good~?"

Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh as she kissed you even more roughly, and desperately.

"D-dont question it, kitten," you told her through short pants and gasps for air, "just feel it, just l-let me take care of you~!"

This time she was the one to whine as you groped her tits over her shirt and as you kissed her deeper and deeper.

"Mmfh!" She mewled as you took her by surprise and gently laid her down flat on the soft mattress.

You pulled away from her for just a moment, your faces mere inches apart as you softly whispered for only her to hear:

"Gods above, you're lovely, kitten~" as you slowly ran a finger down from her chest, to her stomach, "I want...I want to show you...I want to show you how much I love you."

Her brilliant eyes were fixated on you as an audible gulp slid down her throat, "w-what do you mean, princess?" Though you could tell by the growing volume of her purrs that she already knew.

"I..." You were blushing wildly as you stated, "I want to make love to you, Catra~"

Still unsure, you slid up her body so you were laying on top of her and caressing your cheek, "I want to touch you everywhere I can, I want to kiss all those pretty freckles, I want to fill you up with my love so fully that it's engraved on your bones so you never forget it, kitten~"

You felt her shiver and squirm a bit underneath you before she leaned in to kiss you once more and said confidently, "Then do it, princess, I trust you~"

With her permission you carefully undid her short black shoulder cover before bringing your hands to the back of her horde uniform and slowly began unzipping it.

You couldn't help but take in the details on her copper skin. Freckles you had never noticed before coated her shoulder blades and chest, and small tuffs of fur like hair traveled in a stripe down her stomach and to her v-line.

"You have to take the shorts off first~" her silvery voice broke through your thoughts, but as you looked back into her eyes she began to laugh, "holy shit, you should've seen your face! Aw, you're so red, princess~!"

"Catra, stop, this is supposed to be sexy~!"

"Sorry, princess it's just-" she laughs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "-you're so fucking cute~"

You scrunched up your nose playfully before hooking your fingers over her one piece, boxers, and shorts before pulling them all off with one quick tug.

Catra gasped lightly at the sudden cold air against her warm skin. Her parted lips soon replaced by yours as you continued to kiss her passionately.

Your slightly chilled hands go down to grope her bare breasts and play with her nipples as they harden underneath your touch and she mewls in your mouth.

Catra pushes you up just enough to claw at your shirt while repeating, "Take this off, take this off," in a lusty voice until your shirt was, not only discarded, but likely torn to shreds.

You smiled warmly before moving down enough to kiss her jaw and neck.

Her deep purrs echo throughout your room, her clawed hands tangled in your hair as she whimpers.

As you begin leaving wet open mouthed kisses across her neck and collarbone Catra moves a hand down from your hair to your back before-

"AAhh!" You wince, arching your back and pushing your bare chest against hers and whimpering to catch your breath as you adjust to the stinging sensation.

"Shit-!" Catra gently pushed you up just a little, still out of breath herself, "I-Im so sorry, princess! I didn't mean to scratch-"

"Hey, hey-" You cooed before brushing her cheek softly with your thumb, "I-its okay, it's okay, I um..."

Blood rushed to your face as you blushed, "I kinda liked it~"

There was a soft, and concerned look on her face, "A-are you sure?"

You shook your head with a smile, looking down at your intertwined limbs, "Hell yeah! So please-"

You nuzzled her cheek with the tip of your nose before whispering in her soft ear, your hot breath making it twitch slightly, "-I don't wanna stop, kitty, not until I give you every bit of pleasure you deserve~"

She purrs loudly, turning her face to kiss you hot and passionately. Though in her haste to return to your lips she mistakenly rubbed herself against your leg.

Her claws returned to your shoulders, no doubt leaving their own marks again, as she tensed and gasped.

The look so gave you was one you had never seen before. Her usually piercing eyes were dulled by her need as she kept looking down between her legs.

"Oh? Did you like that, kitty~?" You asked coyly.

Through her purrs she whispers sweetly, "I-I think so...can I do it, again?"

Your heart swelled by the sight of her so desperate for you. The woman who once was your force captain, was now under you longing to be touched and loved in a way she never had before. To say you felt honored was a deep understatement.

You held on to her hips gently and pushed your knee against her center more, "Of course, kitten, do what ever makes you feel good, okay?"

She nodded and then began grinding herself against your leg.

"Thats it, kitty, does that feel good~?"

"Uh huh~" she whimpers as she watched herself before turning her head, her cheeks flushed, and hiding her mouth with her hand.

You began rocking your hips with her movements before noticing she was trying to hide her moans.

So you leaned down, grabbed her hand, and pulled it away. "Please don't do that, kitty~" you said as you kissed her lips softly, "don't hide your pleasure, you deserve it~"

You grabbed a pillow from your side of the bed and placed it behind her so she was sitting up just a bit more so you could rub your knee against her cunt more purposefully.

"You deserve-" you started as you kissed her lips again, "every bit-" and kissed her temple, "of pleasure, kitty~"

"Then give it to me~" An odd mix between a growl and hiss left her mouth as she began trying to pull down your pants with one hand while the other was wrapped around the back of your throat. "Give it to me, now~"

As you slipped out of your pants she pulled you back and began kissing, licking, and biting your neck.

You moaned loudly at the suddenness, your eyes rolling back as though she had you in a trance.

"Touch me~" she moaned into your ear as she grabbed your free hand and moved it between her legs, "be a good girl for me, and touch me~"

With one hand between her legs you moved the other into her hair. Your hand roaming through it, messing up her mane every time she found a particular sensitive spot against your neck which Catra was so keen on nursing until it was red before biting to be sure to leave her mark all over you.

With a soft whimper you began to play with her pussy lips.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, Catra~" you moaned against her ear as you rubbed her.

She licked up your jaw with her barbed tongue, her eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as she whispered slightly lost of breath, "Mmm, you think so, princess~?"

"Mhm hm~!" You hummed before both of you gasped as you slipped a finger through her slit, "F-fuck you're so wet~!"

Your moans mixed together as you rubbed her up and down before finding her clit.

Catra jolted slightly in your arms, "Oh fuck~!" She moaned lowly, her purrs rumbling deeply throughout the room as she rocked her hips against your fingers, "Right there, princess~! Oh fuck~! Yeah, yeah~!"

You rubbed the sensitive bud a bit faster, her claws once again marking up your back with shallow red scratches, but you didn't care.

Her pleasure was all that mattered as you rubbed her and held her in your arms as she rode your fingers. Whimpering and squirming, this was a side of Catra you never thought you'd see.

"Y/n, Y/n!" She struggled to find her words as her mind was mostly over taken by pleasure, "I feel...I feel...fuck I feel h-hot down there? Fuck~! S-should w-we stop?"

You slowed down softly, needing to catch your breath yourself, "I-If you want to stop w-we can, d-do you wanna stop, kitty?"

She looked up your body. Your breasts in her face, your chest heaving slightly, the bright red blush across your face, the concerned yet yearning look in your eyes.

Catra shook her head no.

"D-does it hurt?"

She thought for a second the burning tension in her stomach letting up slightly, then looked back up, "N-no, i-it felt good, I think..."

"D-do you wanna try again?" You asked her softly.

She bit her bottom lip between her fangs before wrapping her legs around your waist and her arms around your shoulders, "Yes...p-please, princess~"

You smiled coyly before putting your fingers in your mouth to tease her, only for you to moan, "F-fuck, you taste so good, kitten~"

You looked up at her sheepishly before looking back down between her thighs, "C-can I...can I kiss you down there, kitten?"

Though slightly nervous, the innocent look on your face compelled her as she removed her legs from your waist and spread them open, "Go on, princess~"

As you moved down her body you made sure to leave opened mouthed kisses in your tracks. From her lips to her jaw, to her neck to her collarbone, to her breast to her tummy, to her v-line to...well;

Catra rested her hands in your messy bedroom hair as you looked up at her before kissing around her pussy lips.

However her sent was hypnotizing and you just couldn't help but want more of her so you quickly spread her lips with your fingers and began lapping up her leaking arousal.

"Ooh~!" She mewled as her hips raised up towards your face and hissed, "Fuck that feels so good princess~!"

So you continued, licking up every bit of the mess she made of herself before finding her entrance. Your curiosity got the better of you as you tongued it teasingly, slipping your tongue in and out.

She pulled on your hair so hard it made you cry out and grip onto her thighs tightly as she dragged you back up to her clit, "Fuck me, princess~! Please~! Please no more teasing, I want you, I want you so bad~!"

The desperation in her voice was all you needed to be compelled to do anything she said.

Closing your eyes you began licking around her hardened bud, moaning into her as you revealed in the taste.

Catra let out a deep mewl and arched her back while keeping your head in place. "S-shit! Mmm faster, princess~! C'mon, just a little aahh f-faster~!"

Immediately doing as she said you flicked your tongue faster against her clit before deciding to wrap your lips around her and begin sucking.

Her hips twitched up again and she borderline screamed from pleasure, her thighs tightening around your head as her arousal leaked down your chin.

"Oh fuck~! Oh fuck~! Don't stop, princess~! That-! Ohh, it feels so good~!!"

You continued to lick and suck on her at the same pace, as you moaned and gasped, the vibrations only making it more pleasurable for Catra.

"P-princess-! Ah, ah~! I-its hot again~!" She whimpered as her legs began to shake around you.

Alternating between sucking and licking on her sensitive bud and greedily taking mouthfuls of her pussy into your mouth, you held onto her hand.

"J-just relax, kitty~" you looked at her through bedroom eyes before gently rubbing her freckled thigh with your free hand, "I'm right here, fuck, I'm right here, j-just try to relax~"

She nodded as she combed her claws through your hair, gasping and moaning through her purrs.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of you worshiping her delicious pussy. The feeling of your tongue lapping her up, your hand rubbing her thigh as you tried to soothe her and it was all too much.

The heat pooled between her legs began to build and build until all at once it released in a blinding light as her eyes rolled back and she screamed in pleasure from the top of her lungs.

Her legs shook against your head as her thighs clamped shut around you before she squirted and came on your tongue.

Catra's purrs echoed through the room as she caught her breath, and her tail softly curled around your waist.

You cleaned her up ever so softly with your tongue knowing that she would still be sensitive, but not even a moment later you felt her graze her claws over your cheek before tilting your head up to look at her,

"That...that felt so good, princess. You did such a good job for me~" she praised.

Knowing you made the woman you love feel good brought the brightest smile to your face and Catra couldn't help but laugh;

"You're such a cutie, ya know, princess~?"

You blushed softly before going to lay down next to her as she returned your pillow to your side of the bed and cuddled you, your bodies intertwined.

You flattened her messy hair so you could rest your chin on top of her head and kissed her temple. "I'm so happy I made you feel good, kitten, you needed it...you deserved it." You whispered.

She rubbed your back softly 'til you jumped and your face twisted in a grimace as she remembered the swallow scratches she left on you,

She moved to escape your grasp but you instead held her tighter.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"I'm just going to get a towel so we can clean up your back, princess."

You huffed childishly and pulled her back, "Nooo, I want to hold you, come back!"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "it's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow if we don't clean them up now."

You nuzzled your face in the crook up her neck and mumbled, "That sounds like a problem for future Y/n..."

Catra snickered and ran her fingers through your hair, "Yeah well then future Y/n better not be complaining tomorrow because of current Y/n's mistakes."

"Yeah, yeah whatever-" you sighed as you finally successfully pulled Catra back into bed with you, "just stay with me...please."

She looked down at you fondly as you moved to laying just above her soft chest and wrapped you up in her arms.

"Always, princess"

"Promise?"

That word sent a chill down her spine. You sounded so sweet, so peaceful, so hopeful, but Catra learned the hard way that promises often seemed to come with an expiration date.

But then again...as she looked back down at you and took in your restful face in your afterglow, the warmth of your body, the weight of your comforter, and soft natural light of your small home she thought, 'maybe promises don't last forever...'

'but for however long we have left...'

"...Yes, princess, I promise."

#catras witchy girlfriend #comfort character #catra #spop catra #spop #shera and the princesses of power #she ra catra #catra spop #spop x reader imagines #spop x reader #catra x reader lemon #catra x reader nsft #catra x reader #lesbian nsft #soft catra #spicy imagine #spop selfship #spop spicy imagines #spicy catra

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narhinafan · 2 years ago

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People that say NaruHina has little development do not paid attention to the Naruto manga are the same kind of people that say Sussaku has development even know the development is almost non-existent. Sasuke and Sakura barely interact with each other in part 1 as anything more than teammates the way Sasuke treats Sakura is just like every other person he doesn't treat us anyone special he doesn't treat her in a way that is different. If Sakura was Sasuke's intended love interest he would treat her differently he would hesitate to harm her in his reunion with her in Shippuden he wouldn't constantly treat her as an annoyance or avoid her in the sequel series. Sasuke and Sakura have barely interacted. There's not one on screen kiss not one moment where Sasuke expresses concern or his affection for Sakura physical or with words none so how is their development for them? Almost all their interactions are negative if people think that's development that's good then I question if they understand how romantic interests work.

Naruto and Hinata in contrast have far more development in both part one and part two ever interaction they have is their relationship progressing. Their first interaction we see on screen Naruto thinks Hinata is weird then when he sees her in the tuning exam he sees her in a different light and then her proud failure speech he blushes something he never did around Sakura ever. Also unlike Sasuke Naruto is very careful how he talks to Hinata or how he treats her which is pretty obvious for a main character they would treat their love interest differently than any other person. Yeah the development is subtle that's because Naruto is not a romance manga but if you look at the sequel series there's more interactions with them as well and it's positive and Naruto and Hinata are the only couple that have confessed their feelings for each other and had a kiss on screen people can whine and moan about oh the last should not have needed to exist to resolve their romance but at least it's more than the banshee and Sasuke ever got and they could go suck it.

NaruSaku and SusSaku are garbage ships that needlessly hate on other ships for the most ridiculous reasons I can go on the non-cannon filler ship Narusaku but that would be it making this too long so I'll just ended at that.

The people who say that didn't pay attention NaruHina actually has a lot of subtle development from the start of the exams all the way to the end. Like when he checked on her in the manga Naruto puts his hand over hers its very hard to tell, but it is there. While during the Pain fight Naruto actively protects and avoids Hinata when he loses it and there are many more subtle moments in their interactions during the manga.

SasuSaku though it is one sided Sasuke sees Sakura as annoyance and while he does treat her as a teammate that is where it end nothing more. The reason their interactions are almost always negative is cause Sakura doesn't mean that much to Sasuke, like he has tried to kill Sakura several times in part 2 with no hesitation yet they want us to think he sees her as someone special.

NaruHina you knew it was going to happen, but with SasuSaku there was always that underlying feeling he may never come back or it just won't happen. As early as part 1 it was obvious and only became more so it went on, by the proud failure speech NaruHina was pretty much set in stone as I think that was when Naruto truly fell for Hinata as his face when she calls him a proud failure the slight blush you can tell he is touched then saying he likes girls like her.

What makes it worse is the amount of filler SP pumped for NaruSaku they even ruined several NaruHina scenes by altering them and then films with it like RTN was advertised as NaruHina and SasuSaku film only for it to be filled with NaruSaku rubbish. Like seriously how nice would it have been if they worked harder to make it possible to fit into the canon timeline and showed NaruHina/MenmHina as well as Hinata getting along with Naruto's family and ended it with say they lose their memories of what happened in the genjutsu world. It could have been a perfect film if they made NaruHina a focus.

#anti narusaku #pro naruhina #anti sasusaku

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adamwatchesmovies · 2 years ago

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Maze Runner: The Death Cure (2018)

Overall, I still think the Maze Runner series would have been better off if it had ended a few minutes before the end credits of the first film. However, if you enjoyed the first film - and its sequel, a picture of much lesser quality - and you want to see where it all ends, this movie’s for you. The Death Cure is a satisfying conclusion that uses its budget effectively. This looks way better than something which cost about $62 million to make.

Following their betrayal at the hands of Teresa (Kaya Scodelario), the last of the Gladers – Thomas (Dylan O’Brien), Newt (Thomas Brodie-Sangster) and Frypan (Dexter Darden) – are looking for their captured friend Minho (Ki Hong Lee). Thanks to his blood, Teresa is close to finding a cure for the zombie-like Flare Virus but she wonders if the World Catastrophe Killzone Department (WCKD) and the bloodthirsty Janson (Aiden Gillen) aren’t taking things too far.

There have been so many dystopian YA franchises that fizzled before their story concluded. The Host, The 5th Wave, even the seemingly popular Divergent all ultimately went nowhere. To see a final movie where all the stories get wrapped up and we get a proper goodbye actually got me a little worked up. There’s a lot happening in this film, which means it’s got a fat running time. One hundred and forty three minutes feels excessive but I’ll take it rather than a Part 1 and a Part 2.

While The Death Cure is nothing like the first Maze Runner story-wise, it contains the same kind of excitement. There are many action scenes and the one we get right from the beginning - a Mad Max-style chase across a desert - lets you know we’re in for a lot of pyrotechnics. Largely gone are the dull Cranks (the zombies). Instead, we get many scenes of the battle-ready Gladers narrowly evading their WCKD enemies and scraping together victories from the skin of their teeth. Actually, this brings me to a criticism. There are A LOT of moments where characters show up just at the right time to save the day. By the end, it starts to feel artificial. The plot is appropriately epic and exciting. The Death Cure manages to add emotional weight to the situation without dangling the same love triangle carrot so many of these teen-aimed films did but still, it stinks of cheap writing tactics. A couple more passes through the wringer would’ve made this picture tighter and less contrived.

A good chunk of the running time is given to the characters. Some of the stuff surrounding a B-story, with Walton Goggins playing the malcontent leader of the people surrounding the last city is just ok. Much meatier are the glimpses into the psyche of Teresa and Ava (Patricia Clarkson), the villains of the first two movies. They're given much more fleshing out. It helps make you understand why this whole thing even started. Yeah, some of the logic is still a little dicey but at this point, questioning it doesn’t make sense. It all comes together particularly well at the end as the characters manage to deal with the emotional baggage they’ve been hauling this whole time while the world falls apart around them. In a concluding chapter like this one, that's essential.

Seeing it a second time, I enjoyed The Death Cure more than I did initially. Maybe it’s because this is one of the better dystopian YA novel film series or because seeing the movies in quick succession - rather than with the large gap created by injuries actor Dylan O’Brien suffered during the filming of this picture - I was more attached to the characters than before. Either way, the fans will leave satisfied. (On Blu-ray, June 28, 2019)

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wolfwrenbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Woah, this person expressed it so well, much better than I did tbh. I a hundred percent agree that being in a fandom should be about having fun, not jumping at each others throaths. Obviously, I’ve been a Star Wars fan for a long time, ever since I was a little girl, and toxicity has always been a part of it, unfortunately. I’d like to point out that if I was mean at the end, it was only directed at sabezras who have been acting all morally superior and hating on wolfwren, not their shippers as a whole.

I feel it’s important to clarify that because, yes, I see their dynamic as platonic, very sibling-like (I’m not calling it an “incestuous” ship, though, ‘cause it isn’t, not really). When I first watched Rebels, at the beggining I did think they would become a couple since Ezra had a crush on Sabine. However, as the show went on and they grew closer, to me it went away and, judging by what we’ve seen so far, I believe Filoni is going in this direction as well. My point is, if I’m right about this, it won’t be because of Wolfwren. It will be because the writers decided it made more sense for the characters. Wolfwren is not a “menace” to Sabezra and if y’all think it is, you need a reality check. There’s no way a sapphic ship will be prioritized over a straight one. That’s just not how Disney+ works. Especially not when the showrunner, as progressive as Dave must be in some areas, is neither a woman or sapphic.

Wolfwren is the first ship that I’ve gotten a bit more invested than usual in the last few years and I’m excited to see all the great fan work being made. As a college student in my early twenties who’s been dealing with the good and the bad aspects of being independent for the first time in life, Star Wars as a whole is a escape from reality. This franchise is where I find comfort and I’m sure this is true for people of all ages in this fandom. So, I hope all of my wolfwren girlies can enjoy being in our delulu era without letting it be ruined by negativity. That being said, I hope saberzas do the same.

As for wolfwren being toxic… yeah, no kidding lmao. I, too, had my phase of being outraged that people shipped something that wasn’t the best example of what a relationship should be like. In the sequels era, I was ferousciouly anti Reylo. I was a hypocrite then, ‘cause at the same time I was obsessed with Catradora (if you know, you know), but I do understand it feeling like it is “dangerous” to encourage a ship that envolves physicall violence, fighting and trying to kill each other. I won’t deny fiction do have an impact in how we perceive ourselves and our lives (especially when we’re younger), but I believe it applies more to scenarios closer to the real world, not so much to a non-canon ship consisting of two pretty women in opposite sides of a war who I happen to think stare at each other in a gay way while dueling with lightsabers. Star Wars have a lot of deep stuff, but it shoudn’t be taken as moral guide. In this universe, Anakin Skywalker can commit genocide, and still be a beloved character by most of the fandom (me included). In this universe, Kallus and Zeb ended up being good friends (and, depending on who you ask, lovers). So, honestly, I think it’s unfair to act like shipping wolfwren is some kind of sin. It’s just a bunch of sapphics having fun, enjoying their tension and dynamic. Besides, as I stated previously, I’m not even sure I want them to be canon, because an enemies to lovers ship needes development, execution. It’s all about the journey, tha change. And I don’t know if I want Shin to be redeemed. I don’t her backstory yet and, as we’ve seen with Maul, a sad life trajectory doesn’t necessarily mean redemption or getting a happy ending. I’m here for the ride. Maybe she’ll end up being the evilest evil bitch out there and I’ll love every second of it, just like I love seeing Vader, Thrawn, Maul and many others on screen. But maybe, she’ll have a proper redemption arc and after that, wolfwren will become an actual possibility. ‘Cause in fanfiction I can read the most deranged dynamic ever, but I don’t necessarily want that for Sabine in canon because it would require her to go against what she believes and become a villain or a morally dubious character and I don’t it for her. Either way, it won’t happen this season. It’s harmless fun, and if I want pretend that those two chaotic padawans are making out in that damn ship you can bet I will 'cause it makes me happy. That's all I have left to say about it.

this whole argument is pointless 'cause most wolfwrens i see are aware that shin and sabine won't REALLY get together by the end of this season (and, dare i say, ever). and speaking solely for myself, I don't even WANT them to. I'd be happy if they pulled a kalluzeb (enemies to reluctant allies to friends), but I'm not getting my hopes up for that either. I know this franchise, I've been a fan of it since I was a little kid, and now I'm an adult who knows Lucasfilm won't give us sapphics anything better than valcinta on andor (and don't get me wrong, I loved them, but they aren't the protagonists of that story, while sabine is one of the main characters of this one). still, we'll keep consuming and producing content where shin and sabine are a physically/romantically involved.

oh, and for the sabezras out there who want to be assholes, I can be wrong, but I'm almost sure your "precious, healthy and pure" ship won't happen either. and it won't be because a bunch of sapphics online decided to ship sabine with shin hati.

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BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

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fill-me-with-your-memes-daddy · 4 years ago

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Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #trollhunters #rott #rise of the titans spoilers #rott spoilers #toa #3 below #athena's own original post!#jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski

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blue-pastel-cat · 4 years ago

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Xiaobedo Fanfic Recommendation

Welcome to my personal “if you are new to xiaobedo peeps please read these” list. As said before this is my personal list so please feel free to reblog/comment/hit me for not including any gem here. I might miss a lot of them because I am drunk or blind. (mostly have them on my to read and then forgot as I am being assault by real life shit).

I would like to say first that so far there are 150+ Xiaobedo fics on Ao3. I can’t review all of them but I can say that I have read a majority of them. Most of them are just pure love and I would like nothing more than a thousands thank you for all the fic writers who spent their free time writting these gems for us to read for free. But these...these takes the cake as it finds a special landing spot in my heart that I would just thrust them into someone’s hand if they say “I am new to this ship can you recommend me?”

1. Orange dust by bobamilkteas (Wes)

In which Xiao learns to open himself up to the world a little more after the collapse of Rex lapis's contracts but it was not always easy for a soul doomed to eternal damnation. Meanwhile, Albedo liked to tempt fate where the extraordinary are concerned.

If only the traveler's comrades are made of saner bunch.

Comment: Long ago when I like both Albedo and Xiao as a character, I was wondering hmmm....will anyone actually even write about them lmao they never met each other. I am surprise to see this one as the 3rd fic in the whole 3 Xiaobedo fic on Ao3 (yeah back when there’s literally only 3 fic for this couple). I was like I’ll read it for the curiosity, I’ll probably won’t ship them. And that people is how I put my clown make up on my face upon finishing reading it. This ONE fic alone convert me into a devotee of Xiaobedo. Please consider joining me in this circus if you want to know what is Xiaobedo. I would put this as the first of my “Big 3″

Orange Dust also come with its compliation of short stories over the course of the game and a big sequel to it. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

2. Solar Wind by birdpriestess (Sparrow)

For the yaksha, his duty was his life, and his life was his duty. No human could ever hope to understand the eternal war he fought out of sight and in silence.

So why, then, did he feel that Albedo would understand?

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Finding himself at death's door once more, Xiao is saved by a surprising person, setting off the unlikeliest of adventures.

Comment: Do you like crying? Do you like the feeling of getting your heart ripped into pieces as the author destroy your emotions over the end of each chapter as the story picked up the climax? Yeah, this one is for you masochists. The action, the characterisation, the drama THE EMOTIONS OH WOW. I kid you not that it was so good I read this while workinng when I am not suppose to me. Also, this fic has my favourite characterisation of Gold ever. I love that dramatic queen Mad Alchemist. AND DAIN. I LOVE DAIN IN THIS FIC. Our dearest Sparrow manage to toy with our feelings like how I bully ruin guard for big numbers lmao. This is the secound of “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list.

Again, just like Orange Dust, Solar Wind comes with its own compliation of short stories of what came after that. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

3. Castle of Glass by AlchemicalStardust (Morgie)

A black shadow rises over Huaguang Stone Forest. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Albedo flees the shaking ground and the crash of boulders tumbling form the sky. As the dust settles, Albedo finds a young man – an Adeptus – amidst the carnage. Despite the karmic agony ripping his body from the inside, Xiao’s only question is “How?” How did a human survive after witnessing his battle?

Comment: The last of the “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list. And it is still on going! Castle of Glass? More like I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTIONS! Have you read a fic about 2 people yearning, longing, reaching out for each other so damn well that you just want to throw your phone in the air as they both had their impending doom coming down upon them? Yeah this is one of them. You will like want to be stuck in the moment they express how much they just yearn for each other’s love and care that you want to shake the author for what comes next. Like...everytime Morgie update I am expressing my gratitude at the end of the chapter by writing on Xiaobedo discord “MORGIE COME HERE AND LET ME BONK YOU WHY ARE YOU ENDING IT THERE”

trust me when you read you will def feel the same. With just Big 3 and their compliation alone that would give you like a LONG list of reading already LMAOOOOOOO

4. Find a place to call it home by yamajiroo

Our room, he said. Xiao’s brow twitches. Zhongli never said anything about this. But then again, perhaps he should anticipate this from the beginning...

Xiao looks over at Albedo, who is now tilting his head, his look as innocent as ever.

“Are you not okay with sharing a room?”

Comment: College AU for Xiaobedo! One thing that I love this is the slow burn and what made me LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic more is how cute Klee is in this fic. Their relationship in this one is very simple, but that simplicity highlight why their chemistry work. Xiao is someone who was just very gentle, who was largely misunderstood by his lonesome nature. Albedo was someone who like peace and quite in his introvert bubble. And how they respect that bubble that each other has actually made their relationship work. I love it when fic highlight this and this one captures it.

5. I Can't See Your Face From the Other Side of the Classroom by MissWeaver

When Albedo and Xiao unexpectedly start eating lunch together, they begin to find that they have more in common than anyone would have realized. They both struggle in their own ways with blossoming feelings, too many assignments, and annoying classmates as they navigate a relationship for the first time.

Comment: I’ll be honest, I usually hate high school au just because its so cliche. I don’t even watch and drama/anime surrounds high school student anymore LMAOOO (unless it’s very good). So if there’s an high school AU that I actually keep come back and read after a couple of chapters, it means that the cliche that I hate wasn’t there or barely was there at all. The pinning in this fic makes me want to bang their head together sometimes LMAOOO The tag wasn’t kidding when they said both Xiao and Albedo are bad at feelings. Also that’s a lot of heart broken caused by these two idiots XD

6. new world, same me, same bullshit by bobamilkteas (Wes)

At the belly of Dragonspine, Albedo lost control to the festering corruption that permeated his senses and watched, from the recesses of his mind, as his devoured body turned his allies into enemies. Before his rampage reached its climax, he is sealed in a crystalized confinement by the last hand of Reindottir, where he then reawakens centuries after, in a rebooted Teyvat.

Comment: Yeah I know it was list in Orange Dust but here me out. This sets out in an entirely different universe. And if you like Polyamory, this one has Zhongli joining the duo and I love it because I also love ZhongXiao with my life. Time Travel is my biggest kink. Especially when I am the person who love it when people explore Archon War era/ Alatus!Xiao. So this one hits double of my kink. Of course it is still on going and I will bully Wes whenever I can to see that new chapter. Albedo is a total fucking badass in this story and I completely agree from using him in Abyss so often. Everyone should write badass Albedo.

7. misplaced heart of mine by inkburn

“If you are ill, then you should be resting at home. In Mondstadt.” He emphasized Mondstadt with a pointed look in his direction.

“I assure you I won’t be troublesome, Adeptus Xiao,” Albedo said, “You’ll find I’m a rather low-maintenance traveler.”

“Travel,” Xiao scoffed, “without airstep?”

Albedo looked him up and down. “Are your legs just for decoration?”

(albedo is sent to liyue on mandatory vacation. xiao is his unfortunate bodyguard.)

Comment: Most of the time you will see Albedo and Xiao starting their relationship with one of them taking interest in another. But this one took another approach, they starting off by make them hating each other’s guts LMAOOOO and I live for every second of it. There’s only 1 chapter so far but wow it was SOOO GOOD. I am really really excited for next chapter and is waiting patiently ;w;

8. Blossom of Grace by birdpriestess

One day in Liyue Harbor, Albedo watches a street performance by an enigmatic dancer named Xiao. And he becomes completely obsessed.

Comment: Have you ever look at Xiao fight and thinking that he’s one of the most beautiful deadly thing ever? How it was like he was dancing around the battlefield? How about actual dancer Xiao being so absolutely beautiful and perfect and that slow burn of Albedo falling in love with that beauty with a touch of Modern AU and cute Ganyu as the Wing woman. Yes, Sparrow delivers yet again another beautiful slow burn and while it’s still ongoing it is worth the read.

9. i think we could make this work (could get used to this) by outspaced

“Xiao? What are you doing out here?”

“I—”

“It’s raining,” Albedo says, as if it isn’t obvious. “You could get struck by lightning.”

“What are you doing out here then?” Xiao does the only thing he knows how to do, he challenges Albedo. “It’s raining.”

Albedo just hums. “If I get struck by lightning, it’s for science.”

Comment: A short one-shot where I read the summary and went “This is it... this is their relationship.” I am sold immediately. Oh god Albedo why are you like this.

10. Ephemeral by criedprinz

“It’s not for your investigation, is it?” Aether asked mildly.

Albedo traced a finger around the sketchbook, considering the question. “No,” he admitted finally. “I... I just want to see them again.”

He opened the sketchbook to reveal the drawing he’d just finished. Aether nodded, clearly recognizing the sharp golden eyes.

“Xiao,” he said. “You were rescued by an adeptus.”

When a visit to Dragonspine goes horribly wrong, Albedo is rescued by an unknown stranger, wielding powers he's never heard of. Led on a search to find out who it is, he finds himself in the middle of an unforgettable encounter..

Comment: A really really well written one-shot that I love. The yearning oh godddd the yearning from Albedo side is just so so much that I have to put it here. (I think you can see the trend here lmao. I am a sucker for yearning). And the moment they get to meet each other again is just chef kiss. MWHAA

11. Idle Yaksha, Brilliant Yaksha by Pit0fTheEarth

Alatus didn’t have a lot of responsibilities to keep. He spent most of his days dancing across the sky and eating away all nightmares that plagued a person’s sleep.

But one fortunate encounter led to too many unfortunate ones, taking his carefree existence and plunging it in darkness. His wings, stripped from him. His gentle touch, replaced by an unforgiving grip of destruction.

There was a lot of blood on his hands. With each passing moment, it became harder for Alatus to recall the last time someone gently held him.

Comment: This is one of the ongoing fic where I am very very much excited on the take of Naberius. And the way the author portray Xiao when he’s still the innocent Alatus is just *clench fist*. Baby ;w; Baby why do you have to lose all that innocence. Also the fic has long LONG flashback to Xiao past and his relationship with Naberius. We are unwielding more what happened to both of them and why perhaps does this have to do with Albedo.

That’s it for now, might add more later! Thank you <3

#xiaobedo #tetsu likes to ramble #genshin impact

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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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say the word and you know i’ll follow

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 3,262 words

summary: While moving in with Shouto, you get caught up reliving the scene of his confession. Quite literally.

(A smutty oneshot sequel to my fic if i could keep cool.)

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, smut

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, cunnilingus, light bondage

notes: Also cross-posted on my AO3! The manga really has me all in my Todo feels rn but I don't wanna write a whole other fic before I finish the Hawks one, so please have this fluffy smutty one shot as a compromise. It likely won’t make sense unless you’ve read if i could keep cool first, so please check it out if you have the time!

It was sweltering when you stepped outside to make your way to Shouto’s apartment.

A thin film of sweat immediately began to build wherever your skin pressed against the box you carried, and the sun beat down furiously on the crown of your head. You instantly started to second guess your choice to take the train, wondering how dumb of a move it had been to decline an alternative means of transit. It was going to be like being packed into a sardine can and roasted over a hot stove.

Shouto had offered to send an agency car, but there were only so many more times you were going to make the trip from your crumbling student apartment to his place, and you had wanted to make the most of it. You didn’t even really need to bring boxes over just yet--as Shouto had hired a moving company to take care of everything next week--but you didn’t want to lose anything that was inside this one. This one held all your most treasured items--keepsakes from your friends, a pressed white tulip, and all the gifts Shouto had ever given you (minus, of course, the vegetables).

Steeling yourself for an uncomfortable twenty minutes, you set off towards the station, weaving through the tired crowds of people who looked just as sun-weary as you. Thankfully, with a hat over your face and a box you could shift to obscure your features, very few people seemed to recognize you as you did so.

A lot of the media attention surrounding your mishap a year ago had died down, and you had been good about keeping your relationship mostly private, so you weren’t exactly a household name to most people. But there were enough twitter-savvy teens and meme-literate college students that you were sometimes recognized as you went about your daily life.

This time, you were only eyed curiously by one pair of teenage girls as they bundled into the train car across from you, but they didn’t say anything to you, didn’t ask you to reenact the most embarrassing five seconds of your entire life into their phones, as many often did. The box hid you from the rest of the train car, and no one else seemed to take interest in your presence.

After exiting the train at downtown, you made it to Shouto’s building in record time, all but rocket-fueled by your desire to get out of the hot sun. The security team in the lobby of his building gave you friendly nods as you passed, one of them graciously pressing the button for the elevator so you didn’t have to fumble around your box.

You thanked her, making your way into the elevator and elbowing the button for Shouto’s floor. The elevator was even cooler than the lobby, and you shivered in delight as the frigid chill of air conditioning washed over you. God, this building was so fucking nice compared to yours. You were going to be spoiled as fuck once you lived here.

You made it to Shouto’s floor without incident, though digging in your bag for your keys was impossible at the moment, so you knocked on his door as firmly as you could manage with the box still balanced in your arms.

There were a few seconds of silence. Then, the door swung open and Shouto stood there, grinning at you.

His hair still looked a little damp from a recent shower, and he was wearing a dark button up over a soft tee shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looked unbearably good, as boyishly handsome as ever, and your heart gave an embarrassing little stutter, like it always did whenever you saw him. You suspected it was always going to be like that, no matter how long the two of you had been dating.

Shouto’s eyebrows went up as he considered the box in your arms. That heterochromatic gaze picked over you curiously, expression going carefully blank, like it typically did when he was up to some mischief. And then, after a long moment, he spoke.

“You’re not wearing the scarf,” he said, sounding upset.

You stared up at him, feeling your brow wrinkle. The scarf? It was fucking summer, and the scarf was neatly tucked away in the box you were holding. It was literally boiling hot just outside the well-air conditioned hallways of his building. Why on earth did he think you would be wearing--

You inhaled a little sharply when the answer hit you.

The scarf.

The scarf was the first thing he had mentioned the day he had finally confessed to you. Well, after you had confessed first, really, on national television earlier that week, that you were thirsty as hell for him and were also really bad at picking up subtle clues. Or overt clues. Or any clues, honestly.

But now you were standing in his hallway with a box again, and he was clearly remembering what had happened the last time you had done so.

You wracked your brain for what you had said to him in reply that day, trying to hone in on the words past the sudden swell of embarrassment.

“Uh, it’s in here,” you finally replied, gesturing to the box.

That grey and blue gaze dropped to the parcel in your arms, then flickered up to your face. You pushed the box at him, the way you had the day he’d confessed, feeling just as squirmish as you had then.

What else had you said to him? Something very watery and over dramatic, likely. Something like...

“It’s all, um, there--if you wanted to check,” you said. “Except for the vegetables obviously. But I can pay you back, if you give me a couple months.”

Shouto was clearly suppressing a smirk as he feigned curiosity. “Pay me….what?”

You suppressed your own absurd laugh, wondering how far down mortifying memory lane he wanted to go.

“I also wrote down a recommendation for a new cleaning lady, if you want,” you said, patting the top of the box. “It’s in there. Her name’s Mika, she’s super nice. And I can message you or your manager when I have the money. Just let me know which one you’d prefer. Or I can have Mika drop it off.”

Shouto gripped the box, then, long, elegant fingers pulling back the flaps for him to peer inside. He looked absolutely delighted to find the scarf actually within. In one fluid movement, he pulled the scarf out, depositing the box behind him, and turned back to grab your sleeve, pulling you quickly into the apartment with him.

“Okay, what are you doing with the scarf this time?” you laughed, breaking character.

One white eyebrow went up as Shouto gripped your wrist firmly, eyeing you closely as he pulled off your baseball cap.

“Mm,” he hummed absently in his deep tone. “Something I should have done the first time.” He caught your other wrist, pressing it into the sinfully soft fabric of your favorite accessory.

You looked at him, bewildered, feeling your mouth twist into a slight frown. You rather liked the way things had gone the first time around, considering that you had ended up with a boyfriend at the end of it all. What was his bone to pick with the first time around?

“Uh, if I’m recalling correctly, the first time went great,” you said to him. “Like, really really great. Christening your countertops several different times great.”

There was a flash of white teeth as Shouto grinned.

“Ah, but I missed an opportunity,” he said. A soft sensation slid over your other wrist, and you looked down in confusion.

Then it hit you what he was up to, and your face instantly went up in flames.

A firm tug had your wrists knotted together, and Shouto smirked down at you, tugging you closer by the silky fabric of your scarf. Your stomach swooped at the intent look in his eye.

“I had been upset you weren’t wearing the scarf,” he said. “But there was an easy way to fix that.”

You swallowed heavily, your tongue feeling strangely thick. Your brain was suddenly, but predictably, very very empty.

“Y-yeah. But technically you, um. You did fix it,” you babbled helplessly, limbs growing shivery with static as Shouto pressed closer. He was so warm, and he was so stupidly handsome.

“I’ve, uh, worn it a lot since,” you managed.

Shouto considered you quietly, a familiar, wry little smile pressing at the corner of his mouth.

Before you’d started dating, you’d been confused as hell by that expression, suspecting it meant he was bewildered by your very existence but was too polite to say so. After just over a year together, however, you had learned that was just what his face did when he thought you were being unreasonably appealing. Which, mystifyingly, was mostly when the working part of your brain disconnected from your mouth.

You scrounged around for other coherent words, thoughts thick and sluggish, like you were thinking through pudding.

Shouto, however, was merciful, putting an end to your suffering by leaning down and taking your mouth with his.

All the coherent thought you’d managed to dredge up melted away like frost under the morning sun. You pressed yourself closer to him, leaning up to give him better access to your mouth. Shouto kissed you as stupid as he always did before a hot hand came up to cup your face, thumb sliding over your cheek affectionately.

“It seems I’ve got you in the scarf as I had wanted,” Shouto said quietly, once he let you up for air. “But now I find that the scarf is all I want you in.”

You opened your mouth to respond, though what you might have said was as much a mystery to you as anyone. But all that managed to come out was a choked, breathy little noise.

Shouto laughed.

Then there were large hands on your waist, and the next thing you knew, you were staring down at the wood paneling of Shouto’s floor as it moved underneath you. Shouto adjusted you over his shoulder briefly, and then he was charting a brisk course to his bedroom, depositing you like an errant pillow back onto his sheets.

Your cheeks burned as he crawled over you, gaze hot and searching.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked.

You nodded vehemently, eyes pulled to the little flat sliver of his abs where his shirt had ridden up.

“Good, yeah, I’m so good,” you managed to garble out. You were going to be so embarrassed about this later, but as usual when it came to him, you really couldn’t help it. If you’d learned anything in the year you’d been together, it was that you would always have the world’s fattest crush on Shouto Todoroki.

Strong fingers came up to grasp your chin, tipping your face up for another searing kiss. You managed to loop your bound arms over the back of Shouto’s neck, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and pulling him down to you more firmly.

Shouto flattened himself against you, so that you could feel every strong plane of his body, every hard muscle. You shuddered, and you could feel Shouto smirk against your mouth.

“Like that, do you?” he asked, hands pulling at your shirt. You wiggled so that he could pull it out from under you, sliding it up to rest just below the scarf. In the next second he’d also gotten you out of your pants, so that you were mostly bare to him in the cool apartment air.

Shouto looked you over for a moment, looking like he still couldn’t believe you existed. “Having you over the countertops was something that I wouldn’t change. Something that I won’t change, once you move in.”

Your face went hot and you squirmed underneath him.

“However,” he said softly, “I believe I would have liked to have been more deliberate with you. Taken my time with you,” he paused. “Perhaps...I might have made you come once for every photo of me on your twitter.”

The tips of your ears went hot. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t be serious.

You had deleted that twitter over a year ago, and though he’d apparently been allowed access to the contents by his manager (rude) there was absolutely no way he could remember how many pictures of him you’d retweeted. You’d been the one doing the retweeting, and even you didn’t remember, though you thought the number was probably embarrassingly high.

“There was like, one,” you squeaked out.

Shouto’s smile went dark and he leaned over you, his perfect, infuriating mouth so close he might have kissed you again.

“Thirteen,” he said, mouth brushing yours as he spoke. “There were thirteen photos of me on your twitter. All while you tried so hard to act like you didn’t want me, that you wanted to be just friends.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to be my friend,” you protested. You jerked when his hand slid up your side to cup a breast, thumb slipping under the band of your bra.

“You weren’t accepting my gifts,” he said, fingers grazing your nipple. You bit down on an embarrassing noise, letting out a sharp breath. “How else was I to make you take them?”

You opened your mouth to respond but Shouto made another pass over your nipple, and a moan escaped you instead.

“That’s right, love,” he said encouragingly. “Now I’m going to make you give me something in return. Thirteen somethings, in fact.”

He peeled down the cup of your bra, fastening his hot mouth over your breast. You whined, twitching when he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly over the point of your nipple. A strong arm came up to press your hands down over your head.

“Shouto, thirteen is insane,” you panted.

He paid you no mind, instead swirling his tongue in a way that made your vision blur.

A tugging at your wrists made you look up, in time to see Shouto one-handedly looping the long end of the scarf through the slats on his headboard and pulling tight. Your whole body clenched up at the implication.

The slide of fabric over your breasts told you that Shouto had also managed to get your bra up, and hot mouth closed over your other nipple, long fingers carefully plucking at the other. “We have all weekend, love. Thirteen is ambitious but quite possible.”

You made a weak noise of acknowledgement, hips shifting forward against his stomach.

Shouto laughed, hot breath ghosting over your breast, and then he was crawling down your torso, hands grasping your underwear. He pulled it down slowly, torturously, until he managed to get it off you, then pulled your knee over his shoulder.

You whimpered, feeling like you might actually pass out from how hot he looked, one thigh thrown carelessly over his shoulder, gaze intent, staring down at you like a starving man looking at a hot meal.

You squirmed, trying to pull your arms down to get your hands on him, but the scarf held fast, pulling more firmly over your wrists.

“Shouto, please,” you said, though whether you were begging for him to touch you or to let you go, even you didn’t know.

Shouto seemed to take it as permission. Those two-toned eyes passed over you hotly, and then he was leaning down, biting down gently on the inside of your thigh. You jerked violently, but he held you in place, mouth trailing slowly, slowly down to where you wanted him.

You thought you might actually black out before he got where he was going.

“I can’t believe I ever told you you were unwelcome in my apartment,” he murmured, sucking a slow bruise into the skin at the crease of your thigh. “Once you move in, I’m never going to let you leave it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

Shouto’s tongue flicked out, catching the edge of your sex, and you tried not to choke on air.

Then, finally, he moved, fastening his mouth over you, exactly where you wanted him. All reason completely left you.

After that, everything was an unbearable flurry of feeling--a soft tongue swirling over you, the tickle of his bangs on your stomach, the press of broad shoulders between your knees. There was the rasp of his sheets between your shoulder blades, the slow, deliberate press of two fingers inside of you, a firm grip on your thigh, fingers digging in tightly.

You could feel every point of connection with him, every minute movement of his mouth over you, and the sensation built up into something so horribly, terribly good. You were unable to do anything but writhe and pant underneath him, babbling something that sounded like it might be an approximation of his name.

Shouto hummed and sucked softly, those long fingers curling inside you. He finally hit a spot that made you see stars, and you practically lifted off the bed, back bowing. Shouto licked you through it, tongue curling expertly around your clit while you sobbed out his name, only slowing when your body went slack, collapsing back into his sheets.

When you could see straight once more, you realized he was staring up at you, that wry smile curling the corner of his mouth again.

You fought down a blush, feeling an embarrassed grin pull at the corner of your own mouth.

“You’re unreal,” you said. “I can’t believe I’m going to get to have you all the time.”

Shouto pressed a short kiss to the skin of your hip. “You already have me all the time.”

You flapped a hand in its bindings. “You know what I mean. I can’t believe we’re going to live together.”

His fingers slid gently over the back of your thigh. “I’d have had you in here sooner, if you hadn’t insisted on graduating first.”

You laughed. He was always so very straightforward about whatever he wanted.

He had been making very unsubtle noises about living together only a few months into your relationship, but you’d insisted that you wait at least a year. He’d grown up with more conservative mores, having been raised a rich boy, and taking things quickly once he knew he was serious about you seemed to be the style of things. But you, despite your frankly unreasonable thirst for your own boyfriend, knew the value of taking things just a little bit slower.

So you’d waited a year, just to be prudent, though you’d known all along how things would end up.

And now he finally had his way.

“I’m all yours now,” you promised, laughing. “Soon you’ll be sick of me hogging the bed, and leaving books everywhere, and getting so blackout at the farmer’s market that we don’t have room for all the vegetables.”

“Ah, you’re using me for vegetable access,” he accused, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile he was attempting to smother into your thigh.

“A girl’s gotta have her priorities,” you grinned.

Something lit up in Shouto’s gaze again, and he shifted up against your thigh to lean over you more fully. His fingers gripped the back of your knee tightly.

“I'll make you pay for that,” he promised darkly. “Twelve more times.”

You shivered as he took your mouth again, fingers sliding back between your thighs with obvious intent.

And then you really did. You paid for it.

Twelve more times.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto todoroki #bnha fanfic #bnha #smut #fluff #bnha x reader

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Insecure

Character: Akaashi x reader (exes/enemies to lovers)

**Due to the plagiarism that’s been going on especially on tumblr, i’d like to say that 1) it is not acceptable, and will not be tolerated. 2) I am incredibly petty, for your own benefit do not plagiarize my stuff. 3) The anon who requested this referenced a post I saw a while ago about the reader being insecure about her/Akaashi’s relationship because he was being shipped w/ Bokuto, I tried looking for the post but I couldn’t find it. If anyone can, please send me the link so I can link it!! NOW, I am in no way basing the oneshot off of that, yes it will be stemmed from the readers insecurities but I’m going to change it a little bit because I know I would never want to have my work stolen, and I would never want to, even unintentionally, do that to someone else. So, while this is in no way based off of, a continuation of or a sequel to, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary drama **

*EDIT: The post I was talking about above can be found here.*

Warnings: reader is insecure, angsty but not really cause it’s all okay in the end~

Thank you so much to the anon who requested this!! I’m really excited to write this!

“...I think it’s best if we break up..I just..I don’t think it’s working out anymore so...I’m sorry K-..Akaashi...Goodbye.”

Akaashi groaned as his hands came up to his face, dragging them down until they flopped at his sides. He rolled over to check the time, ‘5:24′. Sighing he sat up from where he was laying down on the bed, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Figuring there was no use in moping around, he got out of his bed, fixing the covers and stretching his back out. It’s been 3 weeks since you had broken up with Akaashi, and 3 weeks later he still didn’t know why.

He had spent the first week wondering why? Did you find someone better? Did he make a big mistake? But everytime he tried to think of something- anything, nothing came up. He had done his best to be a good boyfriend. He given you as much time to send with you as he could, he remembered all of the important dates, and he always listened to you. And it’s not like it was one sided either! You had been a good girlfriend, you made him so happy, and you treated him well! Which is why you breaking up with him, out of nowhere, had been so painful to him. And he still didn’t know why.

He was hoping that at the very least the two of you could be friends, I mean, it would be ideal. You were the 2nd year manager and he was the vice-captain. But the past 3 weeks have been tense...and your relationship has declined. It was like you couldn’t stand each other!

It had all started with one snide remark, from who neither of you can remember, but you both claim it was the other. What had once been a healthy and happy relationship was now filled with glares and snarky comments. It caught the team off guard how, for lack of a better word, nasty the relationship had gotten between you two. You often bickered in practice, and over the littlest of things. You sneered at each other in the hallways and refused to do so much as acknowledge the other’s presence at lunch. And from what the team alone had witnessed, they figured it was probably better that way.

But the most frustrating thing by far was that no one knew why you two didn’t work. Well...one person knew, you did. But whenever you were asked about it you always said ‘things just didn’t work’ and with the growing divide between you and Akaashi, it was getting easier to believe. That is for everyone who isn’t Akaashi.

He walked into the gym, it was still a little dark outside since it was just before 6 AM. He unlocked the door and walked into the gym, pausing when he was met with only one other person. “...Good morning L/n..” You grumbled as you turned around, water bottles in hand while you put a ‘smile’ on your face. “Good morning to you Akaashi.” Narrowing your eyes at each other you brushed past him, walking towards the hallway so you could fill up the water bottles.

Maybe it was the early morning, maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the sheer frustration of everything that’s happened to him over the past 3 weeks. Whatever it was, something about the way you nonchalantly strutted past him really hit a nerve. Blue eyes forming an intimidating glare he grabbed your elbow, not too tight of course even if you weren’t on great terms you knew he’d never harmfully lay his hands on you. Ignoring the protests you gave him and the sound of empty water bottles falling to the floor, he led you to the storage closet, opening the door and closing it behind him when you both had entered it, albeit one of you wasn’t very happy.

“Akaashi, let me out.” You shut your mouth when you saw the intense look he was giving you, the kids you heard about at Date Tech were nothing compared to the iron wall in front of you, steel blue eyes boring fiercely into yours. “Not until you tell me why we really broke up.” As he spoke, he very slowly backed you up to the storage closet’s wall. You sighed and brought your arms to cross over your chest, “I told you, we just didn’t work.” He scoffed, “Yeah, because you dumped me out of nowhere and never even told me why.” You opened your mouth to retaliate but decided it’d be best to stay quiet. “Why won’t you tell me what went wrong!?” He sighed, one of his hands briefly reaching up to tug at his messy black hair. “Why won’t you tell me what I did wrong?!?” Shaking your head, you felt your pulse quicken.

“Because you didn’t DO anything wrong!” His eyes widened at your outburst, concern overtaking him as tears began to slip down your cheeks. “I-...I knew what people said about me, how they thought I wasn’t good enough, that they thought you could do better-” “But you know none of that is true, you know I don’t believe it-” “I do...I believe it...” You sniffled as you used the sleeve of your track jacket to wipe away the tears that had fallen, Akaashi falling silent as you continued to speak. “...I didn’t think I was good enough...good for you...I...I thought it would be better for you if we didn’t see each other.”

Too caught up in your own head, you missed the few steps Akaashi took, standing right in front of you and pulling you to him, kissing your head as you cried into his shoulder. In a low voice, he spoke. “...But you never asked what I thought...because if you had, I would have gotten to tell you just how perfect you are for me.” He pulled away so he could hold your face in his hands, softly smiling as you tried to calm yourself down. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice...I must’ve been a pretty bad boyfriend if I didn’t see how much you were hurting..” Quickly shaking your head you made sure he knew that was not the case.

“No, it’s not on you- oh gosh it’s definitely not on you! You were so good to me, and I just didn’t think I was good enough for you...but I also didn’t think about you felt...I’m so sorry Keiji.” He smiled as he gently brought you back into his arms, sighing in bliss when you wrapped yours around him. “....and i’m really sorry for being a jerk....I thought if you hated me it’d be easier to leave me behind..but that still doesn’t make it okay...” He tried to hide the smile that formed as he faked a sigh, “Yeah, you were really quite rude...” He only chuckled when you laughed and shook your head. “But all joking aside, it’s good to know you don’t actually hate me, cause I don’t hate you...and I don’t think I ever could.”

He stood there for a minute, trying to comprehend that this was real, this was actually happening. You were finally back in his arms. “Can we...try again? I promise to watch out for your feelings, I never want you to think or feel that way about yourself again.” You looked up to him, “..Are you sure...?” He smiled as he nodded, “I’m sure.” You smiled and nodded your head as you returned your head to his chest. “..Okay...thank you Keiji..”He smiled, holding you closer, cause this time he was not going to let you slip through his fingers.

Losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. But getting you back? Is the biggest blessing he could have ever dreamed of. Relationships fail, it happens. Sometimes for the right reasons, most times for the wrong ones. But as you and Akaashi held each other that much tighter you both knew this second chance you’ve been given will not go to waste.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #y/n #haikyu x reader #hq oneshot #haikyuufanfiction #Haikyuu!!#akaashi keiji #bokuto kotaro #fukurodani #haikyuu angst #akaashi angst #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #exes/enemies to lovers

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astro-rain · 4 years ago

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter six - “lake, the sequel”

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word count: 1.7k

synopsis: reader seeks out bucky after his dramatic exit and they find themselves earnestly conversing... back at the lake

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this story is available on my wattpad as a bucky x OC fic @ / typicaldaze :)

He didn't like this feeling. No, he didn't like this feeling at all. He hated it, in fact. It was betrayal, bodily betrayal. He just could not sit in that room any longer or he would've peeled his skin off. His lungs felt as if they were bound with barbed wire and the state of his stomach had him worried he was going to throw up. Most of all he felt guilty. How could he have just stormed out of the room like that? She was going to hate him now. How could he let this happen?

He was thinking this over whilst sitting at the lake, hands in the grass, trying to distract the physical body from the mental cacophony he had just endured. He had somehow found his way there after leaving Y/N. These extremely unpleasant sensations were unfamiliar. Was he sick? Could he have been drugged? He was so confused. Bucky realized he seemed to be confused most of the time. Following that realization, he became mildly pissed off.

The super soldier stared out at the lake. It was a calm day, the water tranquil and clear. It was a stark contrast against his stress. He leaned forward and looked into the water at his reflection.

"Damn," he said out loud.

Is that really what I look like now?

His eyes traced over the long shaggy hair, dark under eyes, and the subtle but noticeable worry lines. This sight reminded him of when he broke the mirror at his old place in Bucharest. Now he remembered why. God, he looked as fucked up as he was. He leaned back and tossed a stone at where his reflection had been.

A deep sigh left his lungs, which were now conveniently working properly.

"Fuckers," he muttered, referring to the mercurial organs.

He had spent nearly two years alone in Bucharest, and he had grown accustomed to living in this new body. He was always on edge, that much he could tell. However, he was never too introspective; he never thought about his feelings or his behavior. All he was focused on was surviving. When there is more to life than survival, that's when things get complicated... not that they weren't complicated before. God, he was running in circles inside his own mind. His scarred and ruined and manipulated mind that resided in this body that was used as a tool for destruction and violence and death-

"Hey."

His head whipped around, startled out of his thought frenzy. Always on edge. Mentally, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Oh! (Y/N)!"

He stood up immediately. "Listen, I'm so sorry about before, I don't know what-"

"It's okay," she said quickly, holding up her hands. "Bucky, you do not need to apologize, everything is totally fine."

He was taken aback. Words didn't seem to work.

"I'm not mad if that's what you were thinking," she said.

"You're not?"

"No, of course not. If anything I was worried."

"I- Worried?"

"Yes, you were clearly in distress, and that room was the last place you wanted to be. I'm glad you found your way back here because you look much better now," (Y/N) explained with earnest eyes.

She could tell he was freaked out? She probably thinks he's insane.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm better now."

He was far from okay, but definitely better than before.

The psychologist sat down next to where he was standing. He didn't move, but looked down at her.

"I don't think it'd be wise to leave you alone here considering you're supposed to be in a session with me right now and you can't go anywhere without an escort. It would most likely lead to suspicion and then trouble you don't need. I'm going to stay with you. We can continue the session if you'd like, but if not we can just sit."

She said this all while looking straight forward at the water.

In all honesty he wasn't sure what to say, so he settled with a breathy, "Okay," before sitting down next to her.

"I'm getting the vibe that this is more of a just sit situation..."

"Yeah... I think I'm all therapy-ed out for today," Bucky said in a meek attempt at a joke.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a wide smile. He then realized that she didn't know he could see it, and that's why this smile seemed different. Most differents in Bucky's life hadn't been outstandingly pleasant. But this was a welcome different. This was a good different. It was genuine and unbridled. That was the most open he'd ever seen her.

Every now and then he forgot that he was a literal trained super spy. He may not have any PhD's, but he had his own way of reading behavior, cues, and subtleties. Perhaps he'd make an effort to be more observant. Perhaps he wanted to learn a little more about what else was behind this new different.

A few beats of comfortable silence passed before he heard the word again.

"Hey," (Y/N) started softly. "I'm sorry if I went a little too far today. I know I said our first session wouldn't be much, but I realize I was pushing too far."

"Oh, it's okay," Bucky replied, looking down at the grass between his knees. "I think it's more my fault anyway. It's not like the questions were super intense."

He let out a loaded sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Bucky it's really okay. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. This whole process is supposed to be based on your comfort levels and at your own pace. And there's nothing wrong with you. Your reaction was completely normal given the circumstances."

Bucky wasn't terribly familiar with reassurance. He turned his head, looking at her dead on. She was so genuine, like she knew all of what she was saying was the all encompassing truth.

Echoes of different combinations of "there's nothing wrong with you" and "completely normal" and "your own pace" flitted around inside him until they melted into a feeling he hadn't felt in so long: hope. It was horrifying... yet it gave him a kind of relief he didn't know he could feel.

The super soldier then realized that (Y/N) was looking right back at him dead on. He was about to stumble through some sort of apology for staring or thankful expression for her kindness, but he noticed that she didn't look like she was necessarily waiting for a response. She was just... looking.

Bucky tried to say something, anything. But he just couldn't seem to pull his eyes away. In this brief moment, he felt crystallized. His conscious, logical brain was somewhere far away, hypnotized by the stillness of the moment. It was only a few seconds, but somehow felt longer. These very few seconds of mental sedation were soon over.

Speak, idiot.

He snapped back to reality, suddenly finding himself inspecting at the grass below him.

"Thank you."

"Of course," she replied without missing a beat. Her tone of voice was water soft.

"(Y/N), do you... do you know what happened with me earlier?" he asked, cautiously. "Like, what was wrong- I mean, not wrong but why I-"

He sighed frustratingly, cutting himself off.

Her face was patient, but she was waiting for a description of something he didn't know how to describe.

"I know I said we were done for today, but I-I don't know how to explain it, and I want to know what it is," he confessed.

"I think you had an anxiety attack."

Anxiety? That couldn't be right. There's no way that could've been from being nervous.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Anxiety. It seemed as though you were experiencing high amounts of anxiety. Most people get nervous at times, but those tiny amounts are normal. But, some other people are a lot more nervous a lot more of the time. Sometimes, these peoples' anxiety can get particularly high and be so overwhelming that their body kinda takes over, and they can experience really uncomfortable physical symptoms, and this can turn into an anxiety attack."

"I thought I was... sick or... or drugged or something."

"Well, I'm almost certain you weren't drugged, and I'm pretty sure you can't even get sick."

"Oh."

He honestly didn't know what to say.

"Bucky," she looked straight at him again and he almost felt himself slipping. "In terms of psychology, a lot has progressed since the 40's. I'm not sure how anxiety was presented or studied then, but there's really a lot more to it than people think. And honestly, given your situation, it would be strange if you didn't develop an anxiety disorder."

Anxiety disorder?

"Anxiety disorder? I have that?"

"Well, again, I think we have to do more work to confirm, but that's what it seems like."

"I thought you said I had PTSD?"

"I do. I think you have both."

Christ.

"Wow, I'm a whole sack 'a problems, aren't I?" he chuckled, giving up on trying to internally oppose his short comings.

"You're not a problem, Buck. You had to deal with a whole sack of problems, though," she smiled.

The nickname didn't miss his radar. Was that the first time she's called him that? He ignored how he liked it.

"That's for damn sure."

They conversed for a while after that, and didn't seem to notice how late it was until the sun began to set. The ending day's reflection on the water created an aura so relaxing Bucky didn't want to move. But alas, reality calls.

(Y/N) stood up. "If you're not back soon, they'll start looking for you. We should probably get going."

Bucky stood up, too, following her request.

"I'll walk you back to your quarters," she offered.

And so they went, conversation continuing naturally, as if they were old friends. Bucky found it strange that someone he knew so little was so easy to talk to. He brushed it off as some inherent therapist quality.

He still found her hard to read although he knew her more with each passing word between them.

Despite all of this, the walk back, with cool air, a melting sky, and languid steps, was the best thing he had experienced since coming out of cryo. His memory may be spotty, and his mind may be rough, but this, this he was sure of.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky headcanon #marvel #steve rogers #bucky reader insert #marvel fanfiction #bucky blurb #bucky drabble #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #captain america fanfiction #marvel fanfic rec

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gabekidd · 4 years ago

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Know You Better Now (*new* BTOOT sequel), Part 1

The title is the same, but I assure you the content is all shiny and new! The revamped BTOOT sequel is here!

Thank you to everyone for your patience on this. I just lost interest/direction for the original sequel after Ethan all but disappeared off Dynamite, but I'm honestly kind of glad I did because I like this new version so. Much. More. And we have Kenny's facial hair to thank for it.

So enough talking - enjoy! And please let me know what you think!

Know You Better Now

Synopsis: Nearly nine months have passed since Alex's freak shoulder injury, and she's still not cleared for action. But while Kenny has been a source of strength for her throughout her recovery, all her other relationships are in shambles - and she's finding it harder and harder to reconcile the Kenny she knows behind closed doors with his persona as the "Belt Collector."

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x TBD 👀

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Language, ANGST

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May 30, 2021 AEW Double or Nothing

Surgery with six to twelve months’ recovery time. That was the prognosis Alex had received when she’d dislocated her shoulder in September. Now, nearly nine months later, everything had changed.

“Well, there’s good news and there’s not-as-good news,” Doc Sampson started. He’d just completed yet another check-up exam on her shoulder, and Alex could tell he was trying to keep up morale. But she already knew what he was going say. “The good news is you’ve gotten the full range of mobility back. The bad news is the strength isn’t quite there yet.”

She scoffed lightly to herself. It was exactly as she suspected. “So it’s no news, in other words,” she quipped.

“At least it’s not bad news?” Kenny hopefully offered.

Doc smiled sympathetically. “Just keep at it. Resistance bands, weights; you know the drill.”

Alex’s eyebrows arched. “Yeah, I do,” she returned. It seemed like weight training and physical therapy was all she did anymore.

“Just a few more weeks,” Doc said; but in medical-speak, time was relative. Alex knew all too well that weeks could easily mean months. “Good luck tonight, Kenny,” he added, and he went out the door.

Alex’s head fell back and she groaned in frustration. Kenny wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. “It won’t be much longer,” he assured with a kiss on the side of her head.

“It’s been almost nine months,” she muttered.

“I know. But you don’t want to rush your recovery, especially for something like a shoulder injury.”

She frowned. “At this rate Anna will be back from her shoulder injury before I am.”

“What?” Kenny laughed and hugged her tighter. “No, she won’t. I give it maybe another month and you’ll be back better than you were before. Which reminds me, you should probably have some new gear made. I bet your old stuff is too big on you now.”

The sound of her laugh was muffled by his shoulder. “Because you’ve been kicking my ass every week for the last six months,” she said. If there was a silver lining to her injury, it was that she’d gotten into the best shape of her life what with all the training she’d been doing—and it was all thanks to Kenny. Truth be told, Alex didn’t know what she would have done without him over the last nine months. He’d moved her into his house so she wouldn’t have to struggle through the weeks after surgery alone; he’d set her up with his doctors; he’d driven her to physical therapy appointments and trained with her every single week. He’d been there for her in ways she couldn’t even express, and she’d fallen even more in love with him for it.

It made it that much more difficult for her to admit that the Kenny she knew in private was a far cry from the one who called himself the “Belt Collector.”

“I wouldn’t push you if I didn’t think you could handle it,” he returned with a peck on her lips. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna recognize you out there tonight.”

Alex momentarily tensed in his arms, but she didn’t relax quick enough. Kenny felt it—and he knew exactly what it was about.

“You’re not having second thoughts about it, are you?”

She looked up at him. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” she admitted.

Kenny’s face fell. “Alex… we’ve talked about this.”

“I know,” she breathed. She stepped back from him, suddenly anxious. They had talked about it, at length. It was a big statement for her to accompany him for his match tonight, because she hadn’t been seen since her injury. In fact, she’d all but gone off-grid. She hadn’t been on television; she’d barely posted on social media; she hadn’t responded to any questions for comment about her recovery or her thoughts on Kenny’s pursuits. She’d just wanted to fly under the radar until she was back in that ring for good.

But then, two-and-a-half weeks ago, the match between PAC and Orange Cassidy for a shot at Kenny’s AEW World Championship had gone to a no contest. As a result, it was decided that Kenny would defend the title in a triple threat match against them both at Double or Nothing—tonight. And as soon as the match was booked, Alex knew—she knew—that Kenny would find a way to pull her into it.

But she didn’t know if she could—or should—go out there with him. Not with the way things currently were between her and the people she’d thought were her best friends.

Kenny reached out and took her hands in his, and she looked back up at him from the floor. His blue eyes were concerned. But she could tell he was frustrated.

“I want you out there with me, baby. And yeah… I’d be lying if I said Orange wasn’t part of the reason why.”

She frowned. “Kenny—”

“Just hear me out,” he gently cut her off, and she pursed her lips. But she let him continue. “Best Friends are actually supposed to be your best friends, right? But when was the last time any of them checked in on you? I know Chuck did for a while, but Trent? He’s been a complete asshole to you.”

Alex fidgeted, her chest tightening. His words were like salt in a wound—but he wasn’t wrong. At first, Chuck had checked in on her fairly regularly… but his texts and FaceTime calls had tapered off after the first couple months. At the time, she’d just chalked it up to circumstance. She was out of sight and out of mind, and he and Orange had been put through more than their fair share of bullshit by Miro, Kip, and Penelope after Trent had torn his pec muscle in December. She couldn’t really blame him for going quiet.

But then, two months ago, Trent had returned with Kris in tow—and Alex hadn’t been able to chalk it up to circumstance any longer. And when Kris seemingly became an official member of Best Friends, she couldn’t ignore the twinge of jealousy in her gut, either. She felt forgotten. Replaced in person just as much as she had been on the Best Friends t-shirt. And the thing of it was, none of them seemed to even miss her.

Least of all Trent.

Kenny squeezed her hands, redrawing her attention. “Look… I’m not trying to turn you against them. But I can see how hurt you are by how they’ve acted over the last couple months, and it kills me. And yeah, it pisses me off, too. So… why not come out there with me tonight, looking absolutely fucking fantastic, and show Best Friends just how good you’re doing without them?”

Alex’s brow furrowed. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, there was a petty part of her that wanted to do exactly that. But the softer side of her just wanted her friends back.

“I get what you’re saying, I just... I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“I know you do,” he sympathetically returned. “But I’m not asking you to go out there and try to keep Orange from winning. I just want you in my corner. And maybe I want to show you off a little bit, too.”

He grinned and pulled her closer, and Alex couldn’t help the coy smile that pulled at her lips. Through all their ups and downs, Kenny had never failed to make her feel special; wanted. She didn’t take that for granted—especially not now.

“I did bring a really cute outfit to wear,” she said, sliding her hands up his arms. “It would be a shame if it went to waste.”

His smile widened. “Well then you gotta wear it.”

Alex bit her lip in thought. But she didn’t think for long. She put her hands on either side of his face and gave him a tender kiss. “You know I love you, right?”

Kenny gripped her waist. “Of course, I do. I love you, too,” he returned, and he kissed her again. “Come on, you should go get ready,” he said with a pat on her backside. And as they left the exam room, Alex knew that accompanying Kenny for his match was the right decision.

It was the potential consequences that worried her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Holy shit, I almost didn’t recognize you!”

That was what Stella had proclaimed when Alex walked into hair and makeup. It was followed by a chorus of more of the same, a parade of hugs from everyone in the room—and dozens of questions.

“How are you? You look incredible!”

“Is your shoulder cleared?”

“So, are you officially living with Kenny now?”

“I’ve been dying to know how you feel about everything going on with him.”

And Alex had done her best to field each one of them.

“I’m doing pretty well, and thanks. It seems like I’ve been filling all my free time with working out.”

“No… not yet. But hopefully in the next few weeks.”

“I mean, not officially. I still have my house in Virginia—my cousin’s been renting it out. But I don’t know. It feels like I’ve officially moved in.”

“It is what it is. He’s just being Kenny Omega.”

Thankfully, no one pressed her on that last one.

Instead, Stella was all too happy to dish on all the latest and juiciest backstage news and gossip. Anna Jay and Jungle Boy were an item. Cody had estranged himself from nearly everyone. Callie had left AEW and pro wrestling altogether—and moved in with Cash. Alex had already known about that one, but it was still strange to hear. Looking back, it was hard to believe her friendship with Callie and relationship with Cash had ever even happened at all. It felt like another life; another time.

“You’re all done, my dear,” Stella said. She handed her a mirror—and Alex was taken aback by her own reflection. Long, sleek dark brown hair; glowing fair skin; pouty nude lips; a sexy reverse cat eye that made her hazel eyes pop. She sat up a little straighter. For perhaps the first time in months, she felt herself again.

She thanked Stella and hopped out of the chair, a pep in her step as she went out the door—

“Alex?!”

She halted in her tracks. Even though she hadn’t heard it in forever, she’d recognize that voice anywhere��Kris. She held her breath and turned around; but relaxed in relief. It was just her and Orange. At least she wouldn’t have to face them all at once.

“Holy shit!” She hurried over and wrapped her in a tight hug before she could even blink. Alex was stiff and awkward as she returned it. She hadn’t expected that reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’d be here tonight?” Kris asked as she stepped back from her. Alex hesitated to answer.

“Um, I thought about it. But given why I’m here…”

She trailed off and looked awkwardly at Jim. He shrugged. “It’s business,” he returned. “So I guess this means you’ll be in Kenny’s corner tonight?”

Alex crossed an arm over herself and nervously fidgeted with the skin on her elbow. She nodded. Jim’s expression remained as indecipherable as ever.

“And you look hot as fuck,” Kris perceptively interjected. “Seriously, I think I might be questioning my sexuality.”

Alex breathed a laugh—

“You should come say hi to Chuck and Trent! Trent’s gonna shit himself.”

Just like that, her smile vanished. Her lips parted in silent question, uncertain if Kris was being serious. But she looked too genuinely excited not to be.

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Alex said. “I mean, considering the last time I talked to Trent…”

She trailed off and looked down at her shoes. There had been things said by both her and Trent in the heat of the moment that had made an already uncomfortable situation worse. They hadn’t spoken in more than five months, since right before he’d gotten injured. She didn’t think now was the time to start.

“Trent has his head up his ass,” Jim said, and Alex flicked her eyes back up at him, surprised. “You know how he is with this stuff. You’ll probably have to be the bigger person.”

Alex sighed. He was probably right. But again—tonight wasn’t the night. “Now’s just not the time,” she remorsefully returned. “But I’ll see you out there. Good luck—really.”

And before either of them could say anything else, she turned and continued down the hall, digging her nails into the palms of her hands.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Maybe you shouldn’t come out there… you’re gonna distract me walking around like this.”

Alex looked at Kenny through the mirror as he sidled up behind her. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her neck, and she tilted her head so he could press his lips against her skin.

“It's too late,” she returned. “I’ve already gone through all the trouble of getting ready.”

Kenny hummed. “Well, I can take it all off for you, if you want.”

He nipped her neck, and she smirked and squirmed. Her mood had completely turned around from earlier in the night; it was amazing what a little hair and makeup and the right outfit could do. The white bustier-style crop top she wore wasn’t her usual style, but it showed off the hard work she’d put in at the gym—and it didn’t hurt that it made her boobs look amazing. And even though she’d made the outfit more “her” with a pair of distressed boyfriend jeans and her white low-top Chucks, Kenny was right—they probably wouldn’t recognize her out there.

But truth be told, she’d never felt more confident.

“You can later,” she smirked, and she felt a low growl rumble in his bare chest.

“Get a room!”

Alex rolled her eyes. Matt’s voice was an unwelcome interruption from across the locker room. She’d almost forgotten that he and Nick were there.

Kenny shot a glare over his shoulder. “Why are you looking?”

Matt opened his mouth, but two quick knocks on the door cut him off before he could make a smart-ass retort, and then Don Callis walked in.

“We’re up, Ken.”

Kenny smirked at Alex. “Let’s go give the people what they really want.”

He picked up his AEW World Championship, and she helped him secure it around his waist, followed by the Impact World Championship, which he strapped across his chest. Then, he picked up the AAA Mega Championship and old TNA World Heavyweight Championship and held them in each of his hands. And Alex had to admit—it was an impressive sight, Kenny draped in championship gold. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on.

“How do I look?” he asked her.

She bit her lip. “Good. Really good.”

He grinned, cocky.

They started for the door; but before Alex could follow Don and Kenny out, Matt stopped her. “Alex.” He pushed himself up from his chair and cast Nick a glance. He stood too. She rolled her eyes. They weren’t subtle at all.

Matt gave her a discerning look. “You are one-hundred percent in Kenny’s corner… right?”

Her brow lowered dangerously. Was he really questioning her loyalty now? “Are you serious?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Well… I know Orange is one of your best friends—”

“Or he was,” Nick interjected.

“—and I just want to make sure that there aren’t any conflicts of interest.”

He smirked, obnoxiously smacking his gum between his teeth. Alex bit down on her jaw. She’d thought that maybe—maybe—Callie’s departure and her relationship with Kenny would have led her and Matt to at least be friendly with each other. But she’d thought wrong.

She gave him a tight smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Matt. The only conflict going on here is the one between what you think that outfit looks like and what it actually looks like.”

He abruptly stopped chewing his gum. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

But Alex was already out the door. She caught up with Kenny and fell in step beside him. “Forget something?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. Just got held up.”

They arrived at Gorilla, and Don went on and on talking Kenny up, boosting his confidence, assuring that neither Orange nor PAC stood a chance; but Alex tuned him out, nervously looking around. Waiting. And then she saw them: Orange, Chuck, Kris, and Trent.

Her heart jumped into her throat when her eyes met Chuck’s. He flashed her a smile; but it wasn’t as wide or as bright as she was used to.

“Hey. It’s good to see you,” he said, and he gave her arm a squeeze as he passed. She said nothing in response—just a tight grin of acknowledgement. Entirely impersonal compared to how they used to greet each other.

It’s the circumstances, she tried to tell herself.

Orange and Kris greeted her in much the same way, with awkward half-smiles as they walked by; Kris seemed apologetic, for some reason. And then, Trent reached her. His expression was cold, his eyes hard, and then he muttered underneath his breath, just loud enough for her to hear, “Thanks for telling us you’d be here.”

He kept walking, not waiting for her to even process what he’d said, and Alex’s heart sunk petrified into the pit of her stomach.

This was how things were now. She felt stupid for hoping for different.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex had known it would be difficult to be ringside for this match. But, sixteen minutes into it, she hadn’t realized it would be this difficult.

PAC laid on his back, staring up at the lights courtesy of a bridging deadlift suplex into a pin attempt from Kenny. So, with him taken care of for the moment, Kenny turned his attention to Orange. He pulled his right kneepad down, and Alex had to stop herself from watching through her fingers as he kneed Orange hard in the face, once, and then again. She could feel the eyes of the fans at ringside watching her with keen interest, trying to gauge her reactions. They’d been shocked to see her come out with Kenny, and now her presence provided them with an extra layer of entertainment. At least Chuck, Trent, and Kris weren’t at ringside, too; they’d walked Orange out and promptly disappeared backstage. Alex didn’t know what she would have done if they’d stayed.

Kenny backed toward the ropes, aiming to deliver a third and final V-Trigger. But before he could, Orange held up his hands as if to tell him “stop.” And then he plunged them into his pant pockets and fell facedown onto the mat.

Kenny laughed, but he couldn’t care less. He walked over and started to pick Orange up; but then a revived PAC grabbed him and hit him with a hard forearm. They traded blows and kicks in the middle of the ring until Orange suddenly intervened and hit Kenny with a Michinoku Driver. However, Kenny rolled away and PAC hit Orange with a brainbuster. He covered him, but Orange thankfully kicked out at two.

Alex put her hand on Kenny’s shoulder as he laid underneath the ropes, halfway out of the ring. “Are you alright?”

But he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he said, “Go get one of my belts.”

She looked back at him in confusion. “What?”

“Go get one of my belts in case.”

Alex blinked and shook her head. She could not believe what he was asking her to do. “What? No, Kenny, I’m not doing that. You don’t need—”

But he rolled away, back underneath the ropes into the ring. PAC and Orange were in a precarious position on the top turnbuckle closest to them. It looked like PAC was trying to execute a superplex—but Kenny jumped up and shoved PAC off-balance, causing Orange to tumble from his grip and bounce off the ring apron to the floor. Alex started to check on him—but then she remembered she wasn’t out there for him and stopped short. She ran her hands over her hair, helpless. Inwardly hoping that he was alright.

Meanwhile, PAC had reversed Kenny’s attempt at a One-Winged Angel from the top turnbuckle and sent him sailing across the ring via a sunset flip powerbomb. They stood atop the opposite turnbuckle now, and Alex’s eyes widened in horror when PAC delivered an avalanche Falcon Arrow. But then, Orange suddenly scrambled back into the ring, tossed PAC out, and hooked Kenny’s leg. Every single person packed into Daily’s Place jumped from their seats as Bryce Remsburg slid to the mat and started to count. Kenny barely kicked out before three. Alex leaned her elbows on the ring apron, her head in her hands. That had been way too close.

All around her the fans started chanting, “That was three!” booming in her ears, and she bit down on her jaw. Kenny rolled out of the ring and stumbled over to her. For some reason, she already knew what for.

“Alex, go get one of my belts,” he said again. It was an order, not a question. But she stood her ground.

“No! I’m not helping you win like that!”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Baby, now’s not the time to argue about this. Just go get—”

She cut him off with a gasp as PAC came flying over the top rope headed straight for them. Kenny shoved her out of the way at the last second, taking all the impact himself and getting knocked to the floor. PAC, meanwhile, sprung back up and to the top turnbuckle. He slowly stood—and when Alex saw him jump into the air and perform the Black Arrow, she knew she had just seconds to act. She jumped over Kenny and rounded the turnbuckle as PAC hooked Orange’s leg. And just before Bryce could count three, she grabbed Orange’s boot and put it on the bottom rope.

Bryce stopped the count and pointed at Orange’s foot, none the wiser to what had happened. The fans, on the other hand, showered Alex with thunderous boos. Realizing what she’d done, PAC turned and shot her a glower that seemed almost inhuman. But she just pursed her lips and raised her chin in defiance.

Kenny pulled himself up by the ropes and ducked back into the ring, grinning like the cat that caught the canary, and the match went on, back and forth between him and PAC—until Orange scored another near-fall after he hit Kenny with a frantic Beach Break. PAC then tried for a Liger Bomb on Orange, but he fought out of it and landed a hard Orange Punch across his jaw, dropping him to the mat. Then he gave one to Kenny, and the crowd came unglued.

Orange fed off their energy, pumping himself up as PAC staggered to his feet. He hit another Orange Punch and went for the pin. Time seemed to stop as Alex watched, her heart in her throat and her hands on her head. She didn’t want Kenny to lose at all, let alone like this. But just as Bryce started the count, Don appeared out of nowhere and pulled him from the ring by his ankles.

Alex stood frozen to her spot as Bryce and Don yelled at each other, and she fully expected the former to expel the latter from ringside—but he didn’t. He simply got back in the ring, and the match continued. Don walked toward Alex, straightening his suit jacket. “Good work putting Orange’s foot on the ropes,” he said to her.

She didn’t say anything in return. She didn’t want a compliment from the likes of him.

Back in the ring, Kenny had been knocked to the floor once again—and PAC had the Brutalizer locked on Orange. When Kenny finally made it back through the ropes, he kicked PAC in the face once, twice. But he didn’t let go of his hold on Orange. So instead, Kenny made the desperate decision to hit Bryce with a hard double axe handle to the back.

The crowd booed, and Alex hid her face in her hands. “Come on, Ken…” she breathed. Not like this.

Meanwhile, Don took the initiative to do what Kenny had been asking Alex to do all along. He grabbed the Impact Championship from the timekeeper’s area and tossed it to Kenny in the ring. Kenny caught it, and then he turned and clocked PAC over the head. He dropped like dead weight to the mat, and Kenny tossed the belt aside, the fans still booing all the while.

But apparently, one belt wasn’t enough.

Don tossed in the Triple A Mega Championship next, and as PAC staggered to his feet, Kenny hit him again. Then he threw in the TNA World Heavyweight Championship. Alex had to bite her lip to keep from shouting at Kenny to stop. She looked away just before he hit PAC a third time.

Finally, Don handed Kenny the AEW World Championship. He took it and held it high above his head, gloating, reveling in the crowd’s hatred. Somehow, PAC was still moving, trying to stay in the match. But just as he climbed to his feet for a third time, Kenny hit him again and knocked him down for good.

Kenny held the championship up again, parading around the ring. He didn’t notice Orange darting toward him until it was too late. He laid him out with another Orange Punch across the jaw.

Orange crawled toward Kenny, obviously going for the pin; but Bryce was still down from Kenny’s earlier attack. However, it didn’t matter. As soon as he draped himself across Kenny’s chest, Aubrey ran down to the ring. Alex grabbed her own throat as she counted.

One.

Two—

But unexpectedly, Kenny reversed the pin and rolled Orange’s shoulders to the mat in a crucifix. Aubrey counted again.

One.

Two.

Three.

That was it. The bell rung, and Kenny’s music started. Alex let out a breath. He’d won by the skin of his fucking teeth.

She and Don both rushed to Kenny’s side as Justin Roberts officially announced him the winner. He clutched his jaw, and somehow his left hand had been sliced open. “What happened?” she asked, looking over the blood on his fingers with concern. But he wasn’t able to answer her before they were suddenly swarmed by both the Young Bucks and the Good Brothers. Matt and Nick practically pushed her aside as they congratulated Kenny, and Nick and Karl Anderson put an arm each over their shoulders and helped him up the steps to the entrance ramp. And as they all celebrated, reveling in Kenny’s stolen victory, Alex felt a sourness curdle at the back of her throat.

She was in love with Kenny. He’d come to mean the world to her over the last nine months. But she hadn’t signed up for this world.

#aew fanfiction #kenny omega fanfiction #the elite fanfiction #orange cassidy fanfiction #trent beretta fanfiction #chuck taylor fanfiction #kris statlander fanfiction

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I need a comfort fic so I’m giving myself a sequel to this part 1 (also on ao3).

Originally for @withoneheadlight 💋

based on their post here about hair stylist!Steve 🔥( • spicy ahead • )

• • • • • • •

“Mr. Harrington? He’s ready for you.”

Steve startled a little in the waiting room chair. “Okay, thanks,” he said, reaching for his bag. Unzipping it, he rummaged through his traveler’s cases of shears, combs, disinfecting sprays, brushes, and his travel mirror. Everything was in order, even after the building’s security team when through it.

Steve hadn’t seen Billy Hargrove in a month. Maybe more, he lost track. The salon finished renovations, finally, and he threw himself into his work to forget the sickening anxiety of a police cruiser showing up at any moment to take him in for questioning.

What is your involvement with William Hargrove?

Why do you visit his work?

Why did he visit your home on the night of the seventeenth?

Why are there remnants of his hair and someone else’s blood in your apartment?

But no one came. No one asked questions. Billy’s weekly visits to the salon ground to a halt and Steve only just this morning answered a call from the familiar secretary.

She showed him into Billy’s expansive office. More like a suite. Steve didn’t know if he lived here. He probably could; Steve had washed his hair in a bathroom too luxurious for an office.

The office looked different today. A small conference table had replaced the sitting area in the middle of the room while Billy’s large desk sat on the far end, parallel with the wall of windows. Papers and files littered the table. Billy perked up when Steve appeared in the doorway.

“Steve, good morning.”

“Hi,” he tried to reply with the same balance of neutrality and pleasantry. It wasn’t easy when the apex of his legs ached with a sore spike of pleasure in his muscle memory. The last he’d seen Billy, Steve had just cut a fade around the man’s skull and left the top a chic, loose length for business.

The length had grown long enough for Billy to have a tiny bun on the back of his head. It looked cute. It looked ridiculous. Steve swallowed thickly and held his bag in front of his pelvis.

Billy thanked his secretary and showed Steve into the en suite bathroom. Per usual. A chair had already been placed in front of the pale granite vanity, in which Billy took his customary place. Steve hung his bag on his arm while he opened the tall cupboard off to the side and shook out the cape from it.

“I didn’t mean for it to get this long, but I think I’m inspired.”

Steve threw the cape up and let it drift over Billy’s front as he snapped it behind his nape. “It’s okay. Are you growing all of it out?”

He put his bag on the counter. He set out his customary tools, returning to the cabinet for the spray bottle and electric clippers as Billy replied, “Just a trim and a refresh on the fade.”

“Long on top, short wrap,” Steve reiterated for his own focus. “Do you want a wash first?”

Billy had an elbow on the arm rest, his thumb worrying the stubble on his chin before he waved the offer aside. “I’ll shower after.”

Steve washed his hands and went about carefully removing the tiny rubber band from Billy’s hair. He mussed it loose and informed, “Rubber bands aren’t great for hair. I can get you better options.”

“Scrunchies?” Billy said, but Steve couldn’t tell if he was teasing or serious.

He met Billy’s gaze in the mirror’s reflection with lifted brows. “Do you want scrunchies?”

The latter chuckled, closing his eyes for Steve to wield the spray bottle. “Maybe when it’s longer.”

Steve moved the comb mindfully through the strands and the tighter curls on the ends while spraying him down. There wasn’t much to work with since Billy had asked Steve to dock his long mass of hair. It had felt a bit sacrilegious, like shaving a lion.

Except Billy was beautiful either way. He pliantly let Steve tilt his head this way and that, bend his ears down for the clippers, and touching his chin to his chest for Steve to work on cleaning up the V formation on the back of his head. Steve’s palm cradled Billy’s forehead, easing his head back up so he could examine Billy’s hair in the mirror.

He swallowed again when he realized clear blue eyes watched him. Steve reached toward the counter for the buffing brush and swatted away the little pieces of hair on Billy’s neck. Not that it mattered, if Billy intended to take a shower,

But.

Steve had run out of things to do. “I think you’re done.”

“Thank you, Steve,” he said as the cape slithered off his crossed knees.

“Sure.” He went about shaking out a small towel from Billy’s collection, laying out the clipper guards, combs, and shears he’d used so he could spray them with disinfectant. Apart from the one occasion, Billy was an easy client, so it was easy to clean up afterward.

Steve put his things back in his bag while Billy rummaged in the walk-in closet. His secretary handled payment, so...

Steve wavered just outside the bathroom, unsure whether to say goodbye or just leave. He didn’t know where he and Billy stood, after...

After Billy let him into his little criminal underworld. Just a little.

After Billy stayed the night in Steve’s humble little apartment and made Steve feel anything but humble. Had left Steve high as the stars and drifting for a month, heady and sweet until he needed a place to land -

“Steve, come here.”

He didn’t know if Billy heard him pathetically pacing between the office door and the bathroom or if he needed to talk about canceling this whole personal salon thing after -

Billy stepped into view in his slacks, but his torso stood bare apart from a towel around his neck. Steve had but a second for his throat to go dry before Billy’s hands caught his nape.

Somehow

Steve had forgotten how soft his lips were. The tingles of fingers pushing through the hair at the base of his skull darted to his groin and ping-ponged back up to Steve’s chest. A clumsy sound escaped him as one kiss easily fell into two, Billy softly, ravenously plundering his mouth. Filling Steve’s head with syrupy clouds of lust. His hands found the towel on Billy’s chest -

“Have you been all right?”

Steve blinked drunkenly between the frame of Billy’s thumbs on his cheeks. “Huh?”

Billy kissed him again, and that was fine by Steve -

“Safe.” Kiss. “Happy.” Kiss. “Comfortable.”

“Are we kissing or talking?” Steve blurted a little frustratedly.

Billy chuckled, barely separating them as he pulled Steve with him until his rear met the side of the vanity. Steve hummed again into his mouth, wanting, craving, slaking his desire for Billy’s taste, the smell that had tormented brain for a month because Billy soaked his sheets -

“Take a shower with me.”

“Mhmm,” Steve answered in their kiss, before Billy’s hand gripped him through his khakis. He gasped and spasmed, his swollen lips grimacing through a quiet whine. It melted into a moan as Billy left a trail of kisses across Steve’s cheek to his jaw, cupping and stroking through the fabric.

“Shower,” he swallowed. “Shower, okay.”

“Good boy,” Billy purred into his neck.

Steve thought his eyes might’ve rolled inside his skull if he hadn’t felt inclined to huff, “Don’t say that.”

Billy laughed again, beginning to draw them toward the large shower cubicle. “I know very well obedience isn’t your thing.”

“Why didn’t you visit for a month?” Steve couldn’t stop himself. Even as Billy worked his pants off and the conversation paused for his shirt to get yanked over his head.

“I was busy.”

“Busy,” he grumbled inside the shirt before his hair ballooned out of it.

“Making sure you were safe. I had a lot to clean up. Still do.”

“So I’m still just a spontaneous walk-in?”

Billy looped his towel around Steve’s shoulders to reel him toward the shower until he threw the towel away. “I don’t let just anyone into my shower, Steve.”

“Yeah, because you’re - mhmm...”

Billy pressed him against the wall of the shower, kissing his mouth, his ears, his throat. “I’m what?”

“High maintenance with low standards,” Steve croaked.

“My standards are extremely high,” he purred, satisfaction dripping through his voice as he watched the wanton grimace on Steve’s face as he stroked his cock. “I’m going to take you now, and then we’re going out to dinner, and then I’ll have you again in bed. Mine, this time.”

Steve held onto his work while Billy - potentially the most dangerous man in town - got on his knees.

#harringrove #ficlet #hair stylist!steve #mobster!billy #mob au #neonponders #pondermoniums #withoneheadlight #hawt #leaving this here because i need to eat

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