#he hardly has any merch….

[all-mighty-jr]

Sigh. IM SO JEALOUS!!!!

Can I quickly brag about the figurines I bought at Comiccon?

[suneatar]

As someone with chronic issues relating to my hands, really it is all joints but I find they're among the worst, I keep returning to those who utilize more close hand to hand combat or their hands being the focus of their quirk accumulating a lot of hobbies centered around the hands.

Crotchet is the one thing I always come back to, I personally crotchet and knit because because I enjoy it but I find it does help with my hands, so I see it as something many students who primarily need their hands pick up eventually. It is less the actual act itself, nor even the end product, any really care about but the fact it is movement for their hands, it is using them in a manner that they may not in active combat or their downtime, prompting them to think about their hands more.

The primary person I always come back to is Izuku, and for good reason. I am fully of the mind he has limited mobility and chronic pain in his hands, while his constant note taking does help to a degree it can make it worse with holding his hand in that same position for extended periods of time, and there are days he simply can not hold a writing implement at all. With crotchet and knitting you are aware of your hands, how tightly you hold the yarn, where you hold the needle or hook, how to move them, whereas writing it is nearly always the same position and pressure, I also see Izuku being a fast, messy writer to get it down quickly so he rarely stops which only worsens the issue over time.

In general I also just see Izuku doing a lot with his hands, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles, the fast open and close action, shaking them out, pulling at his fingers, they are a focus without him realising all in an unconscious bid to keep them moving and assure himself that he has movement in them. I also do see him having trigger finger as it is caused by repetitive motion and overuse of the fingers, though I do see it as an issue most who focus on hand to hand deal with, thus leading to his fingers clicking when he is fiddling with them.

I just have many thoughts especially of those around him learning the signs, gently intervening when he has been at something too long and know his hands need the break, holding his hand when his fiddling has become too much and they notice the clicking that comes with trigger finger, the silent retrieval of compression gloves when they realise Izuku is wincing each time he moves his hands just a bit too much or pressing a mug of tea into them because they know the heat will help. But also Izuku getting into those crafts under the guise of it will allow him to continue with his range of movement in his hands yet his friends find the end product sitting on their bed or tucked into a corner somewhere he knows they'll find it, a little note of appreciation tucked into the folds because of course Izuku knows what they're doing, has known since day one, but it has become this little routine and saying anything out loud feels like it'll break it.

[girlkisser13]

dating dick grayson would include

• dick loves physical affection so whenever he sees you be prepared for some form of touch— pda is not really an issue for him.

• forehead kisses, nose kisses, neck kisses, just so many. he aims to kiss you at least twice a day, it's become a type of ritual that he lives for. sweet kisses, long sensual kisses, make out sessions— just so many.

• damian LOVES you, you're basically a mother figure to him and he will happily challenge grayson for your attention.

• he comes over randomly and sometimes stays the night after patrol because he thinks so highly of you.

• dick is so happy you get along with his family, especially damian, but on some occasions when his little brother stays the night he's a little frustrated since he wanted some personal one on one time with you.

• he puts so much effort into your dates, he's hardly around long enough for you to go on regular ones so when you both have the time you can bet he'll go all out in an attempt to make up for what he's missed.

• if he gets called away for a mission on dates dick is really upset about it. like he'll answer the phone and his face will just drop, you can tell by his expression that's he's got to leave before he even tells you.

• when he gets back he'll do anything for you, make you breakfast in bed, cuddle, kiss you or any other fun suggestions he can think of. <33

• when his is on a mission, he will drop everything he is doing to make sure you’re okay.

• one time, he left jason to fight off a mob alone just because you called to say you stubbed your toe. jason still isn’t over that.

• brags about you quite often, his friends know exactly who you are and totally willing to look out for your safety.

• he buys you a bunch of nightwing merch. nightwing pajamas, nightwing bedsheets, nightwing purses. everything nightwing. sometimes robin.

• he really likes when you wear them, it makes him SOO proud.

• dick LIVES to hear you laugh. there is no joke too dirty, no expression too silly, no story too embarrassing. he will do and say whatever it takes to get you rolling, no matter how foul your mood.

• he loves to be fussed over. when you baby his injuries, neaten his hair/clothes, or barrage him with daily text updates and check-ins, he feels valued. it’s not about clingyness or ego, it’s about feeling prioritized. <33

• so long as you’re not being condescending, every little thoughtful thing you do or say is cataloged and recalled with affection.

• dick would be that kind of boyfriend who would gladly go shopping with you, he would excitedly run through the shop looking for the perfect outfits for you. he would patiently wait until you try on the clothes he chose for you (the whole store) and he would pay for everything.

• he loves if you read to him before bed, you tell him he is such a kid but he just enjoys listening to your voice. if he hears your voice before sleeping he has the sweetest dreams.

• he shows you his acrobatic moves all the time just to impress you.

• like you can’t reach the top of the shelf and instead of just helping you grab the item you need he jumps in the air does like three flips and lands with whatever you need in his hands. he definitely bows after doing this.

• he loves you so much he can't even explain it, but he constantly tries to. <33

[letstrip13]

🧼 - dirty dishes

summary: needy!matt wants to help you with the dishes

warnings: smutttt, unprotected sex, uhhh i think that's it

word count: 1,506

author's note: this was going to be a blurb but it's actually a fic now because i said so. also i think it's way too long to be a blurb now anyways

------------------------୨୧------------------------

warm sunshine beams through the open blinds of the kitchen window above the sink. warm water is rushing out of the faucet as suds and bubbles start to form around the piles of dishes.

you're standing in front of it, watching and waiting for it to fill up. you had cuddled with matt for a while until he had fallen asleep next to you; the poor boy had been so tired from constant meetings about merch and filming a car video late into the night. chris had went to the warehouse to check the new fresh love samples and nick was in a meeting about the next steps for space camp.

so while everyone was busy, you decided to help the boys out by tidying up the kitchen and living room. the living room was finished, everything back in its place now. the kitchen was almost done, it would be as soon as you did the dishes. you could've just used the dishwasher but unfortunately, it wasn't working right at the moment and needed to be repaired.

now, here you are, standing at the sud-filled sink while using a dish sponge to scrub the plates from last night’s dinner. the sink has two sides so one is soaking with soapy water while the faucet is turned to the other, empty side so you can rinse the dishes off without flooding the sink.

you get into sort of a rhythm, forgetting everything else around you and only focusing on the task at hand. you feel a warm hand slip around your waist and you jump, the sharp knife falling from your grip and clattering in the sink as a yelp escapes your lips. you turn to see your boyfriend with an apologetic smile on his face, running his hand through his hair, still messed up from his nap. all he’s wearing is a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, having removed his shirt due to the heat in his bedroom.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says in a husky, still-tired voice. “it’s okay,” you reply with a soft smile before pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you notice his eyes rake over your body, taking in the sundress you’re wearing; a pretty pastel green with tie-up straps, little bows resting on your shoulders.

he doesn’t say anything so you turn back around to finish up washing the dishes. “i’m almost done, love. what do you wanna do after?” “hmm i don’t know..” he trails off as his arms snake around your waist. he presses hot kisses to your neck, murmuring in between, “need any help with that?”

your cheeks heat up in a blush as you feel his lips graze the sweet spot on your neck. “i’ve only got like four bowls left. why don't you go get dressed? maybe we can go out and do something.” a sort of whine escapes him and he presses himself closer to you so you can feel his clothed bulge against your ass.

you put down the dish you were holding, not being able to focus on anything other than him. “matt-” “please, need you so bad.” it seemed like his mood had done a full 180, but you weren't entirely complaining. “i’m almost done,” you reassure him.

he starts moving his hips, grinding so slow and subtle that you hardly even notice at first. he reaches a hand up your skirt as he does this, slowly pushing your panties away from your slick folds. his fingers gently tease you, earning a small moan from you. “can't you finish this later? need you now,” he practically begs.

you want to say yes right then and there; the way his finger is slowly circling your clit while not quite touching right on it is enough to make you melt in his arms. but you want to see how bad he really wants this, you love the way he gets needy for you.

since you’d been continuing to wash the dishes throughout this interaction, you were now almost done. matt lets out a whine of impatience as he watches you, still pressing his body against yours. you grind your ass back against his clothed bulge, stifling a smirk as he groans from the contact.

“i can't take it anymore,” he mumbles. but all he does is hold your hip tighter. “well, why don't you do something about it?” you tease, “you've just been standing behind me the whole time, barely doing anything.”

that's all it takes. with a sudden burst of desire, he quickly turns you around to face him and heatedly kisses your lips. he pulls away a few moments later, leaving you with a stunned expression on your face. “not so cocky now, are you, princess?” he lets out a small chuckle. he pushes the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his hands immediately coming up to palm your tits, squeezing them in his hands a little. “are you sure you want to do this right here?” you simply nod but he stares down into your eyes. “words, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.” “yes.”

that one word was enough for him and he moves his hands to your hips to spin you around so your back is to him. he reaches up your skirt and pulls your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. you can hear him fumbling with the fabric of his pajama pants. you bend over and pull your skirt up, getting ready for him. suddenly, you remember to turn the tap off just before you feel the tip of his cock as it brushes against your entrance.

you share a moan as he slowly pushes into you, filling you up. luckily, he doesn’t take his sweet time teasing you like usual; you know that chris and nick could come home any minute. almost as if he read your mind, he speaks during his quick yet deep thrusts into you, “gotta make this quick, sweetheart.. don’t want my brothers to see you like this. i’m the only one who can.”

his hands trail from your hips to your tits, holding them in his warm palms as he continues to pound into you from behind. you moan as he hits just the right spot inside of you, like always. it’s not just a filling thing in the physical sense, but in an emotional way too. in the course of your relationship, you and matt have opened up to each other so much. you’ve gotten so comfortable with him that vulnerable situations don’t even feel vulnerable anymore. you just feel full, complete, happy.

his warms lips on your neck bring you back down to earth. there’s that familiar knot forming in your stomach and by the way his thrusts are getting faster and less rhythmic, you can tell he’s feeling the same way. your moans have grown in volume and he’s thrown his head back in pleasure. you tightly grip onto the counter, bracing yourself as that wonderful feeling washes over you. your walls clench around his cock as you cry out his name.

he follows right behind you, spilling his release into you as his movements fade to a slow rut of his hips. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting kisses there as you both recover from your blissful highs.

the sound of a key in the front door quickly jolts the both of you back to reality. he quickly pulls out and tucks his now half-soft dick back into his pants. you rush to pull your underwear back up and pull the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders to cover yourself. you both attempt to fix your messy hair and catch your breath as nick’s laughter echoes as he comes up the stairs.

“hey guys. how’d everything go?” you ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, trying to ignore the feeling of matt’s cum slowly seeping out of you and soaking your panties.

nick tells you that the meeting went really well and everything is going great with space camp but chris seems less than thrilled because the fresh love hoodies didn’t turn out quite right. chris suddenly notices that the living room and kitchen look much different than when he left. his gaze falls on you. “did you do all this?”

“yeah, i was up early and thought i’d give you guys one less thing to worry about.” the both of them thank you profusely, saying you didn’t have to. “it’s fine, really. matt helped me.” matt who had remained silent until now coughs and cracks a weak smile, croaking out a soft, “yeah.”

“must’ve been some hard work. you look like you just ran ten laps around the house.” you and matt exchange a look, internally grateful by how absolutely oblivious his brothers could be. “yeah, something like that..” he mumbles as he turns the faucet on to finish those last few utensils and a bowl that you had abandoned.

------------------------୨୧------------------------

requests are: open :) so leave one for a fic or blurb you'd like to see from me

check out my masterlist for more!!

join my taglist!!

[likearhinestonecowgirl]

Deadpool Headcanons

cw:: mentions of sex and violence. it's wade lol

description:: goddess reader, wade is your boyfriend >:)

a/n:: wade and i are married irl so this is straight from the source

Wade likely meets you first. which is a nice way of saying he's been stalking you after having a legitimate romcom, slow motion, wind only in HIS (metaphorical) hair moment

once he finally introduces himself, your aggravation only leads (turns) him on

your way of cooing condescending, violent things as you accost this clown(?) sets it in stone - your the love of his fucking life

You shove Wade against the nearest wall. "I'm sure you're a.. special kid, but let's put on our listening caps." Your eyes practically pierce his soul, unblinking, pupils narrow and frustrated. "Go ahead." You release him and pat his head like an order. "On." You wait a beat, make sure he's listening- at least to the best of his ability. "Get in my way again and I will turn you into a fucking vegetable." You whisper yell, hardly realizing your nails are biting his jaw through his mask. "Thank you." With a curt grin and pat to his cheek, you saunter past him.

He grunts as he’s slammed against the wall, staring down at you with furrowed brows and a slowly growing grin. “This is not how my first dates usually go but I’m game.” He blurts out before you start speaking. He tilts his head at the mention of a listening cap, looking down at his hands as if one will materialize before you let him go. He blinks slowly and mimes putting a hat on before his head is shoved back against the wall at the force of your sudden grasp. He grins quickly at the fleeting feeling of nails sinking into flesh, chest heaving a touch before he mourns the loss of the sting almost instantly. As his skin stitches itself back together, he rouses himself from his starry eyed haze and starts after you. “How do you feel about Tahiti—maybe Turks and Caicos, I can’t exactly tan, but I feel like I can just sit out and burn.” He rambles, hot on your heels as he takes a selfish look of you before returning to the task at hand. What was it again? Right—planning your honeymoon. “How do you feel about hydrangeas, they smell like shit but, we could always settle for tulips.” He stops for a beat before continuing. “Fuck, you’re a great negotiator. Fine, we can do orchids.”

Wade is nothing if not good at wearing people down. that's how he eventually gets you to start laughing at his jokes, to smile cheekily instead of burning him with your stare or the venom in your tone

his personality is infectious and soon enough you two are attached at the hip

Despite his CVS receipt of red flags, Wade is a really good boyfriend

Wade is surprisingly attentive, but you truly are the most interesting, beautiful, sexy, delicious, thing that has ever graced his sorry fucking existence so how could he not spend his life fixating on you

he picks up on all the little things you like and goes out of his way to keep you smiling - only happy, fucked out tears are allowed for his girl

you can conjure up whatever you like, being a god, so his money is reserved for surprises - ringpops whenever the last is finished, food because you likely don't know how to cook (why learn when you can will a three course meal into life with a snap of your fingers) and Wade is banned from every kitchen for obvious reasons, and merch of himself with his moniker, name, and/or his symbol on it

Wade can be possessive and jealous to a degree, so showing you off is one of his greatest pleasures

if you wear his hoodie or a little pair of sleep shorts or panties with his name on it, the poor fuck will actually combust. should've worn his white pants

any time you go literally anywhere and meet someone new (ie dragging him along and making him pay for stuff) Wade takes the opportunity to make it known you are his

"Oh, have you met my WIFE?"

He beams to the cashier at the luxury store who truly thought they were about to robbed.

"Yea, she's my WIFE. We're MARRIED. It was a crisp afternoon and she threw me against the wall-"

All while his arm is secured around you, holding you to his side as he thumbs over your hip bone.

he'll likely say you're married before you even start enjoying his company. the moment you accept that unwrapped ring pop definitely covered in blood and lint, those metaphorical documents are signed. it's set in stone like the 11th fucking commandment. you'll be together forever

and you just go along with it. why not? being immortal gets boring after a few millenniums and this strange, poor mentally challenged man in spandex is pretty fun having around

the whole married bit goes on for so long you're not even sure if it's still a bit anymore

Wade uses the sanctity of your marriage in any situation - another guy with a gun on some mission copping a feel? "I'M MARRIED". someone brushes past him on the street? "I'M MARRIED". sees anyone look a little too long at you? "SHE'S MARRIED"

he'd kill and die for you over and over again. say the word and it's a done deal. that hypothetical guy who checked you out a little too long got a face full of gloved knuckles

want to keep his dick in a jar because Wade Jr. obviously brings you so much joy? say less. he knows a guy who can get him formaldehyde cheap

if Wade isn't busy showing you off in public, he's arguing with strangers on reddit about how you very much are his real life WIFE

ilovechappelroan: That's photoshop.

mercwithamouth1: it's not we took that picture together and her tits r real

webhead123: i think it's AI generated. see the blurry line where his cheek is apparently pressed against her head?

ilovechappelroan: Yea, mods should take this down.

mercwithamouth1: i have ur ip and im omw over she'll tell u herself WE ARE MARRIED and she will dox u bc she LOVES ME

webhead123: okay???? i already know where i live lol

"Hold this." Wade orders with a pouty huff and camera at the ready as he hands you a paper that reads i'm not a hostage don't ask me to blink twice

you two bicker and argue over random things (usually because you enjoy a reason to complain as it passes the time in your literally endless existence), but it's never anything of substance and usually under a veil of something condescending any sly

these stupid, teasing spats 9 times out of 10 end up with Wade soothing your brattiness by cooing little phrases and pulling you onto him in any way he can

"Don't pout, you're so sexy- fuck, I can't stay mad at you- what if I let you peg me?"

Wade doesn't mind this routine at all. it's just another reason for him to get his hands on you

he loves holding you, feeling the weight of your body against his - throwing you over his shoulder when you're being a brat, carrying you all day because his girl is "just too pretty walk", sat on his lap, chest, face (when he's been *really* good)

he'll do virtually anything to have you praise him, call yourself mommy and go on about how much of a good boy he is

he in turn responds to that comfort with a few pet names of his own - sweetheart, cupcake, the wind beneath my wings, my will to live or his favorite my future baby mama

nothing in the universe, not even the shittiest of writers he's handed, could take him away from you

he's content just having you, knowing you're his - BUT he does have a little fantasy he's shared a few hundred time of really having you. a pretty thing, a trophy who sits at home and waits for him to walk through the door covered in blood and guts. you can't go outside, it's just not safe out there for his baby, so he'll always be with you. dress you in nice things, show you off, shower you in affection, heed your every whim. you'd be slaves to each other

and why would you protest? sounds fun

[opiopal]

I like to imagine that everyone gets so into beels gridball games, mainly because its beel and they love and support him(this is a large amount of fluff)

first things first, Mc and Belphie make big signs to support beel, though neither of them know anything at all amount the game, since Mc is human and Belphie probably cant stay awake for any form of explanation of the game, but they still want to support beel!!

amso probably does his makeup supper dramatically and gets the cutest merch he can to take selfies in(with beel in the bg ofc), and I can imagine asmo helped to paint beels number on everyones faces.

satan probably researched like crazy and know all the rules, he's not as loud as everyone else when it comes to cheering but gets very angry on beels behalf whenever the ref doesnt do their job properly. get this boy a striped shirt cause he'd be a top tier ref.(only cause he knows the rules, pray if a player gets into an argument with him.)

if levi decides to be brave and actually show up instead of watching a stream of the game, he has to hype himself up to cheer for beel without getting embarrassed. he has fans with beels number on them that he waves around, he gets comfortable soon enough to get hyped about the game like how everyone else is, but he basically has to pretend he's at a consort.

mammon also gets super hyped and is probably the loudest out of everyone, he probably is hardly paying attention though and is just trying to support his little brother the best he can, (he probably makes a few bets with other demons, which for once he wins a ton cause he bets on beel, he uses his winnings to buy beel dinner after the game)((also to keep lucifer from being to mad at him for making bets on beel))

Lucifer, like satan, knows a lot about the game just because beel plays, but he totally goes a little soccer mom while watching, shouting and yelling, and he probably gets into an argument with a ref for flagging beel for something and then lists the exact rule and date it was written to prove that what beel did was infact not a foul.

[koolades-world]

Can I perhaps request satan and diavolo (plus maybe any characters that you may also wanna add) with a Gn/male mc whos similar to Levi when it comes to his interests (those being anime and not) and will even be unintelligible while talking about them at times (like talking to fast his words slur and mesh) and is just overall very excitable with his interests?

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense but yeah!!! Hope you’re well!!!

hello!! yes of course :)

this is so me!! love to word vomit about anything and everything I'm obsessed with! especially video game lore and my favorite science topics <3

did you know to genetically engineer, geneticist needs plasmids which come from bacteria in order to insert the new gene into the host, so to get them, they dissolve the cell wall of bacteria and spin them super fast in a centrifuge!!! one of my fav facts :) i can hardly contain myself when i get to share this fact eeeekk!!!! thank you for listening :3

enjoy!

Mc who loves to word vomit about their interests

Satan

sometimes he also just has the urge to rant about his favorite book series and has nobody to tell

so he knows how important it is to listen even if he doesn't say anything

if there's a manga, just let him know and he'll literally go out and buy a set for him to read

after he does, he will happily rant about it with you!

anything you like is good for him too so of course he'll get obsessed too

now you can bounce all sorts of fun ideas off each other about a mutually loved series

anytime, anywhere if you want to word vomit, he will listen even if it's during class

he understands you bestie

being part of fandoms is something he loves and he loves that he can share that with you

Diavolo

he listens to literally every word you speak to him even if he can't understand

you're his entire world so he's hanging onto every word

he makes an effort to engage! asks questions and lets you know he's listening

he always has this cute, lovestruck expression on his face when you speak

he goes out of his way to mention the things you said you like since he knows how happy it will make you

buys you all sorts of merch that he knows you'll just be obsessed with

if he can't find any, he will make some!

he puts all of his love into this gift and will present it to you proudly

he'll also accompany you to conventions and do matching cosplays with you <3

[luffyvace]

yandere hero & villain hxh au pt2

to explain this again for those who haven’t seen pt1, Basically the main 4 & the Hunter association are the heroes and the villains are the phantom troupe!!

Request via dms by: @animerules898

Btw this is separate for each character, and bc they’re yandere they feel like the opposite side (hero in this case) want to take you away from them so they’re protective 💃👍

This is the villain one! Pt1 has the heroes! Also! These exclude hisoka & kalluto! + have Illumi! :)

Light Yandere! Themes, mentions of death/killing—Phantom Troupe stuff yk, nothing too crazy ofc!! (Here’s pt1)

Chrollo:

Ngl unless you’re scared of this man (he’s always gentle and never hurts you physically) you’re pretty much good! 👍

like I said…..physically. 😬 depending on whether or not you try to escape (he inevitably kidnaps you bc there’s no way you’ve seen the news on how dangerous he is and will decide to date him anyway- or maybe you will! What do I know..) your mental may take a hit

he’ll give you anything you want really, and I don’t hc him to punish you by taking away luxuries, he’ll just ignore your behavior, patiently waiting for you to stop acting out (if you do, like I said)

he is heavily protective over you though! Thankfully for him, he basically has a whole gang ready to help him jump any heroes who may try and “save” you! :)

pshh! Just who do those heroes think they’re saving anyway?! He gives you more than enough love and most of them are just as bad as him anyway! 🙄

anywho! These gotta be short bc the villain version has more characters 😊

Nobunaga:

Nobunaga definitely doesn’t like the heroes but oddly enough would be open to any of them “opening they’re eyes” and switching sides if they’re strong!

not to say he immediately trusts them tho! Especially around you! His beloved! He hardly lets anyone near you! Those darned heroes aren’t even gonna be able to touch you with a 10 feet poll before they’re sliced into shreds 😤✋

there’ll be no “saving” you on his watch! 😒 he heavily watches over you, if he can’t he’ll have his buddy Uvo do it! (And boy you don’t dare try to escape when he’s around) otherwise, he’ll probably pay Shalnark to do it, this is VERY rare tho

he doesn’t really trust him like that knowing he’s a sadist…..but he’ll do it if it comes down to it. he has faith in the troupe so there’s no one else he’d rather go to

overall you have a pretty decent life! You always have essential needs met like food, clothes and shelter. And! Nobunaga actually does really well controlling his temper around you, so you’re pretty good! He keeps security tight so your chances of getting away are slim. You won’t be going anywhere, but ask for something and he’ll deliver!

Feitan

oh gosh….I LOVE this man but I feel for you when I say your in for it…😃

no. I don’t hc him to abuse/torture you cuz no. I just never liked those hcs tbh 😅 but I don’t exactly think he’ll be all kissy over you LOL

yeah he’s like 100% guaranteed no escape 👍 your not leaving and the heroes ain’t savin you so your best just negotiating with him

he has set rules you CANT trespass, you don’t dare to find out the punishment behind them….yes I think he would threaten you but it’d be the types you don’t know if they’re empty or not. Like the ‘you set foot past this red line and I’ll make sure you never think twice about it again’ type yk?

except that’s TERRIFYING coming from him so you never wanna test it 😭

he’s not sweet or anything but he knows what you like (he knows literally everything about you. You have no secrets) so he makes sure wherever you live has plenty stock of all your fav foods, equipment, merch, clothes whatever!

uhh good luck! You won’t need it too much if you don’t say or do the wrong things…….

Machi:

Machi gotta be one of the most skeptical ones ngl. She won’t let you within a 30 meter radius of a single hero no matter how weak they are. She just can’t risk it. If you see them you might try to ask for help, and if they see you and figure something’s “wrong” they, once again, might try to help or “save” you.

she’s always watching though, so even if that situation does come into play, they’ll get they’re neck slit by a thread that leads back a couple blocks down (to her ofc).

she’s very motherly so as long as your not a slob and you don’t try to escape you shouldn’t have much trouble. 😃👍 life with her can pretty much be almost domestic if it wasn’t for her yandere tendencies…😁

The most she would trust to look after you is probably pakunoda. She knows she can take care of someone (like with the cat she saw, she isn’t always hostile like uvogin or smth) so she’s always her go to. Chrollo would be on that list but she doesn’t wanna bombard her boss with her personal affairs n such.

Machi also keeps an eye out for other villains as well, like I said she’s a skeptic so she puts nothing past her. Looking at hisoka here ngl….😑 if he was still interested in pursuing her she’d flat out state she isn’t into him and to drop it. If he doesn’t leave it at that, she’ll ultimately decide to ask the troupe about the matter since members aren’t allowed to fight. It’ll have to be a new rule not to get into each others personal affairs or smth bc hisoka is a MENACE. 😭🗿 At the end of the day, shes still gonna tighten security on your house 😊👍

Phinks:

Phinks is another very possessive one. He’d get so angry if any dumb hero tried to save you and you’ve probably seen him kill before considering how angry he gets. He bashes their head into the ground and……yeah it’s a whole mess.

he likes to take you out a lot despite all the heroes that attempt to save you, oddly enough. He just wants you to get out and have some fun, get some fresh air! You know?? And those stupid heroes always try to ruin it!! Catching themselves tryna be a savior and what not….😤 it just makes him so angry!! Like?? you’re happy aren’t you?!

you get asked that a lot and you’d better give the right answer when he’s in that type of mood. If you don’t he won’t necessarily punish you but he’ll walk off and ignore you for a while. He’s trying to cool off, really, but now you can’t ask him for anything. Like when your mom is angry but you want something so you just go “nvm” 😭😂😂

anyway! It’s become very causal for multiple heroes trying to save you to get pummeled while you’re out on dates, so I hope you can handle some blood…😅 This probably deters you from trying to run away, even though you two go out often. Also the fact that you’re never not practically glued to his hip too.

ultimately you’ll be pretty comfortable in your life with him if you don’t run away and agree with him on his “heroes suck” rants. LOL 😂 he’s a pretty decent cook/at cleaning. He’s still practicing on cooking tho ….but hey! It’s not too bad!

I also forgot to mention he may send some heroes to his buddy Fei, just because he knows he can handle them better in the sense of punishing them 😗 And he’ll call up his buddy Shalnark to track you down if you ever do manage to get away (after that he places a tracker on you—yes it’s connected to his phone)

Shalnark:

Shalnark is like your ultimate op if you’re trying to get away 😭😭 no matter who your yandere is! Because they all go to him to track you down 🙏

so if your his s/o? Yeahhhh no you’re not leaving buddy. First of all he has a crap ton of technology, there’s no way the house isn’t practically bullet proof and you aren’t buffed with trackers- LOL 😭 it’s true tho and I feel for you 😔🙏

as we know he’s pretty sadistic and I don’t really know where I stand as to whether he’s like that towards you or not…..I’d say he’d do it more so mentally than physically, like Chrollo. Let’s face it he probably does view you as a toy, but thankfully one he doesn’t wanna break, so he takes extra special care of you.

for the record I don’t think he’d wanna break you mentally either, then you’d be no fun since he couldn’t even get a reaction out of you! On another note I think he’d realize Uvogin is a bit too rough to watch over you in the case he somehow can’t….(IDK HOW 😭🗿) but Phinks might do the trick! He makes sure you’re safe and demands authority! Plus he won’t hurt you physically! That perfect!

as far as the heroes go, your (missing persons—bc he erased all evidence of him kidnapping you) case will probably close for two reasons 1) he also erased you from the internet, scrubbing every nook and cranny of info on you and 2) he closes it LOL! Ez enough to just hack in the system and change it 🤷‍♀️

Franklin:

Franklin seemed pretty scary at first because he had to assert dominance, making sure you know where you stand and that your his, then he becomes a a sweetheart <3 your relationship is probably something like his and Shizuku’s 💗

Franklin isn’t worried about any heroes “saving” you, he knows he can fend off any that try, and he always keeps a close eye on you no matter what. Plus he made sure to drill ‘no escaping’ in your brain before he started being kinder to you. Don’t mistake that for him letting his guard down though, that’ll be your first mistake.

he wasn’t mean when he was training you not to leave, just strict. But now I think your life with him is second most domestic to Machi tbh! He’s a decent cook and knows how to clean, so as long as you don’t act up- life’s good! 🤗

as far as who he trusts to watch over you while he’s gone, I’d say it’d have to be one of the girls, like any of them really. Machi is caring but a good amount of strict, like him. Pakunoda is just someone simply everyone trusts and Shizuku and him spend a lot of time together, so he knows she won’t forget you’re not allowed to escape lol.

if you ever managed to leave he’d for sure find you, by any means necessary. Whether he had to threaten a random stranger or Shalnark for the info or not🗿 JOKING (abt Shalnark anyway..) The most important part tho!- (😭) is that when you get back home, 1) if a hero helped you consider them dead. And 2) he’s not gonna be in a good mood for quite some time……seems last time wasn’t enough 😬

Shizuku:

Shizuku will forget if you don’t like gore/blood, and kill any hero who tries to “save” you right in front of you, every single time. Blinky ruthlessly sucks them whole as they scream and shoot into the vacuum. Or! They might just get hit in the head with the vacuum instead. Either way it’s sure to leave you traumatized if your not used to that sorta thing..

Shizuku remembers everything about you, so it’s weird to you that she forgets if you can tolerate gore or not…..you’re starting to think she’s not actually forgetting. (She’s asserting dominance). Your chances of escaping her is 50/50. Not really but let me explain. Escaping goes one of two ways: 1) you escape, find a hero and right when you ask for help they start screaming and then get sucked into her vacuum or! 2) you actually succeed in getting away! Except she tracks you down each and every time..🙂

you don’t know how she does it, and neither do I. I assume Shalnark is one way but I feel like she has other methods…..let’s not talks about them yeah? 😊

Shizuku would trust a few members to take care of you while she’s away, like Paku, Machi or Franklin! These 4 basically stick to each other since they have similar morals when it comes to their s/o

might I mention Shizuku doesn’t necessarily hate the heroes or anything. She only cares if they attempt to “free” you. Then she kills them..otherwise your life ain’t half bad! Enjoy 🍽️

Pakunoda:

Pakunoda is like- the best, most kind yandere in the troupe. 😭💗 she lets you do whatever as long as it’s not escaping or harming yourself. You can go outside (only with her). She buys you whatever you like and indulges in your hobbies. Okay, she may be on Machi level domesticity….maybe more 🤭

Pakunoda trusts Machi most with taking care of you, Chrollo would also be an option for her if he wasn’t her boss. But she knows Machi will get the job done 👍

You can pretty much be genuinely happy with her! You won’t see any killing and the only (mental) damage you’ll like take is being kidnapped 😭 But I do gotta mention the fact that she won’t hesitate to put a bullet in the brain of any hero who dares to “save” you

she dislikes, not hate, heroes only because the try to take you away, acting like they could treat you better than her 🙄✋ She won’t kill them in front of you, thankfully! But she’ll be sure to borrow a favor from another member of the troupe! 😁 Or she might do it herself! If Machi is watching you and she’s out and about, might as well look for that idiot who calls himself a hero! 🤷‍♀️🤗

your not escaping bro 🗿 give it up. Ngl you probably can’t genuinely escape any member bc they have Shalnark + connections, etc. Anyway she has some security but will probably tighten it if you ever manage to get out. She’s not very strict though, so she’ll see it as you just wanting to be able to go out more 😭😅

Bonolenov:

Bonolenov is another that doesn’t kill in front of you because his way of doing so is long ranged and dangerous. Soooo he just remembers their face and name! 😀 bro got a hit list 🗿 On that note he’s another who doesn’t have much of an opinion on heroes. He just dislikes how biased they are.

he will ask if you wanna live in a traditional Gyudondond house and eat they’re food. He won’t be offended if you say no, so don’t say yes thinking he’ll get mad, and end up regretting it later if you don’t like living like that 😭

it’d probably be easier to have security on a traditional house anyway. His security isn’t super tight or anything though, he just keeps an eye on you like Franklin or Shizuku. He loves spending time with you so that’s no problem really.

he loves to teach you his traditions and talk about them with you. He’d be a bit offended if you expressed disinterest in it (😭) but he’ll get sad over being angry, lucky you.

If you ever escape he won’t be mad or anything, he’ll just take you back home and keep a closer eye on you. He doesn’t necessarily blame himself for not watching you, but he doesn’t get upset at you for trying to leave either. He’s pretty patient, so at least that 😅🤷‍♀️

your life’s pretty decent I’m ngl 👍 I hope you like Gyudondond food tho…..

Uvogin:

Uvogin is physically the scariest 😬 because 1) look at the dude- if I got up in HIS house the next day I’d be shivering my timbers 😭😭😭😭 and 2) even if he’s not trying to hurt you, he might one day….and you don’t know how soon

he will absolutely pummel heroes trying to save you. He despises them for trying to take away his precious, but he also has fun (😭⁉️) beating them up

he can’t cook or clean….and likely makes a mess out of your house all the time, on accident ofc. So you will probably end up being the one doing all the domestic stuff 🤷‍♀️🗿

your escape chances with this man is 0 and probably your attempts too 😭😭 THANKFULLY you’ve never made him mad and your not trying to see him mad either 🙏

definitely has his buddy Shalnark keep an eye on you for him. So Uvogin + Shalnark = you’re never going home bro 🙏🗿 On the bright side he does like to take you out to places sometimes! Mostly to boast about how wonderful you are while killing the heroes who have been trying to save you for m o n t h s 😭😭😃

um your life is very spontaneous and honestly..? I HOPE your gonna be good 😭👍

Illumi:

Illumi is another one you’re not gonna be able to even manage ONE escape ATTEMPT with 😀 Especially since Killua ran anyway? Nah your not gettin outta this one 😔

VERY strict and overprotective. I can’t decide if he or Feitan is worse? I think they’re matched…😭

Even leaving your ROOM is an adventure at this point 😬 Food is served to you on a golden platter and you have anything you could ever want (that he deems safe) buuut you might have to go through some pretty intense training bro….YEAH you heard me 😭🙏 No weak Zoldycks bro..that include YOU!

it’s not the type the Zoldycks get since birth but it’s still pretty scary considering you either train with Illumi whenever he’s home or one of the butlers. If you’re already strong, lucky you! In fact it’s highly likely! I can’t see Illumi falling in love with someone weak….

anyway heroes probably don’t even TRY to touch the Zoldycks so being saved is not an option. Unless Killua or Gon find out abt you, or you were apart of the main trio to begin with, nobody else is coming to save you……..Telling someone you ran away after getting kidnapped by a Zoldycks is just gonna scare them away anyway 😭😭😭

100% puts his nen needle in your head so you don’t run away. ☹️😬 He’s not that bad of a boyfriend…(ok yes he is)

Kortopi:

Kortopi doesn’t seem too bad! He clones your “dead body” when he kidnapped you so if you ever manage to escape it��ll be a shock to the heroes and your family 😭

if you don’t escape you’ll be presumed dead, so no one’s gonna come save you 😬 all according to his plan ofc! That makes things way easier for him, he wants a peaceful life with you, and he doesn’t exactly have combat compatible nen, so if the world thinks you’re dead, that’s perfect!

he can clean better than he can cook, he’s still learning on that part..but bear with him because he’s ACTUALLY not too bad of a boyfriend

he is a good listener (no. he won’t listen if you plead to be set free) and loves to chat with you! Will indulge in your hobbies and get you things of your interests too! :)

the biggest down slide (besides being kidnapped-) is you can’t go out ever again because the world thinks your dead 😭😭he keeps you updated on the outside world at the least..🗿

has some (a crap ton) security measures he got from Shalnark. He doesn’t wanna risk you leaving because he isn’t the best fighter + then the world would know your alive and try and “save” you

Hope you enjoyed your hcs!! :) 🩷

[solomiracle]

can u do a reader who secretly has a nerdy side, and could talk about their favorite thing (animal, anime, series, book, game, etc) for hours?

awawawa!!! i've never really done a request like this before, so it might not be the best >m< but without further ado >:D

The Brothers With a Reader Who Has a Secret Nerdy Side

— — ☆ — —

LUCIFER will be surprised upon learning about this side of you. Most of the time, he won't actively encourage you to talk about your interest, and will only listen to you talk about it for a little while. But sometimes, when he calls you to his study or room to relax and have a bit of demonus, he'll ask about something related to your interest so he can listen to you ramble. He finds your voice more beautiful than any of his cursed records, after all.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are theatre, alcohol, and factories.

-☆-

MAMMON will be surprised, maybe even a little confused when he learns this. Depending on your interest, he'll either not care, ask you a bunch of questions, or try to somehow make it related to his new money making scheme. Regardless of his reaction, he'll spend the next few days "sneakily" inquiring more info about your interest (aka pestering you about it), and then buying something related to it; say a plushie of your favorite character or book on the subject. And of course, he'll be tsundere as ever when presenting it to you.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are vehicles, jewelry, and mansions.

-☆-

LEVIATHAN will be ecstatic when he finds out! A fellow nerd!!! Even if your interests aren't otaku related (but let's be real, he'll definitely be able to connect them to otaku culture in some way), he'll happily listen to you ramble. If you want, he'll even be willing to buy any merch of your interests if there's some on Akuzon! He'll probably stutter and blush when suggesting this, though.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are anything otaku related (mainly magical girls), video games, and the ocean.

-☆-

SATAN will be intrigued. If he already has knowledge of your interest, it'll end up with you two going back and forth, discussing your favorite details, maybe even learning new facts about it together. If he doesn't have the knowledge, he'll listen to you talk, taking in all the things he finds interesting and looking them up later. Maybe he doesn't care for your interest, but he wants to be well informed and understand the things you like.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are magic, human history, and book series.

-☆-

ASMODEUS... wouldn't really care that much lol. But he's always thrilled to learn more about you, and would love to listen to you talk about your interest. If it's something that can be made into a cute pin or a patch, like an animal or logo from your favorite series, he would love to sew it onto one of your bags or jackets for you. Make sure to thank him properly for it!

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are fashion, horoscopes, and rituals.

-☆-

BEELZEBUB will be fascinated upon learning this. He gets to see a whole new side to you, one that can get you talking for hours? Cool! He'll ask you a question about your interest to get the ball rolling (maybe even unintentionally), then sit down and listen to everything you have to say, even if it means having to wait a bit to eat. But he can hardly ever think about his stomach when he's too busy focusing on you.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are human culture (food and history), sports, and health.

-☆-

BELPHIE... wouldn't really care that much as well. In fact, he might even tease you about it (aka calling you a nerd), and will most likely nod off in the first few of your ramblings. But he makes sure to stay awake after realizing how important your interest to you is; not to mention, he gets to see your happy face for hours, a sight better than any of his dreams could come up with.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are human culture (fairs, circuses, etc), astronomy, and magic.

[deliverusfromevillll]

A Sticky Situation [Mammon/F!Reader]

❝ What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? ❞

warnings ⨾ blood, descriptions of gore, guns, gunshot wound, choking, swearing, arachnophobia (the irony), established prior connection, soft mammon, sexual content, unresolved sexual tension, resolved angst

terms ⨾ ❝ Drakon ❞ the Latin word meaning "dragon." ❝ Bogan ❞ Australian slang meaning (in negative connotation) someone who's a bit of a nerd or geek, holds no dress sense and/or has poor social skills.

notes  ⨾ I am very much not Australian so when I looked up slang and could not find ANY concrete definitions for anything: I was in major pain. Anyways quick thing because [F/n]'s lore might seem confusing. I created an entirely different race of "humanoid" dragons that acted as the knight/official guards for the Ars Goetia incase of extermination/assassination attempts. [F/n] retired from her position as knight for an unnamed Goetia. This entire chapter was originally 13K words but I felt as though the plot arc with the Goetia drifted way too far from the original point of this fic since it was so, so needlessly lore heavy for a reader insert and made this 100x more angsty like you have no idea. Especially since this is only meant to be two chapters. This chapter was cut down for your reading pleasure! If you would like to be part of the process in between me brainstorming and posting ( as I am currently looking for beta readers ) and/or generally would like to see WIPs feel free to join my discord ( NgT88bybyY ).

[02]

As always minors DNI.| 6.3K words

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is unique.

He was her boss, and she was his secretary.

Running the errands, info graphing, and scheduling his business appointments when due. But it wasn't so simple.

With his artificially friendly attitude in public, behind the scenes he was nothing but cynical— snarky and demanding. Hardly surprising for the king of greed.

[F/n] was no fan, she made it clear.

Despite the lethal glares and threats she managed to shoot a quip or a snark in return each time. It initially prompted a warning hiss or a growl, an insult or a threat.

Then he resorted to shredding through his confined costume to intimidate her one time after they both seriously got into it. Neither party was satisfied in not having the last word.

Despite however many threats were hurled nothing ever came about them.

[F/n] desired the experience the job gave her and Mammon found her too entertaining to simply let go.

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is undeniably unique.

But damn, there was no shying away from the fact [F/n] did her job exceptionally well. The best in all of Hell. And that's another one of the handful of reasons why he tolerated her.

"Y'er getting on my nerves lizard." Mammon seethes with a false smile.

He sulks leaning away, poisonous puff of green air seeping though his teeth.

[F/n] raises a brow at him, eye roll following. "I need you to work with me here, asshole." [F/n] adjusted herself, turning towards him.

"If you wanna reduce the immediate damage Asmodeus and his little lapdog made we need to start advertising the twins asap. What's bothering you right now?"

Mammon huffed. "The leftover Fizz merch— sales are declining incase ya' haven't seen mate. I'm losin' money."

[F/n] clicked her tongue.

"Whatever doesn't sell now we can resell in a few weeks as vintage or some other bullshit with a higher price tag. You have any idea how much these loser collectors will pay to get their hands on discontinued merchandise?"

That's all it took for Mammon to light up, snatching [F/n] with his top hands in excitement.

"Y'er a bloody GENIOUS!" He shakes her, dropping her instantaneously. "We could double —no— TRIPLE our profits thanks to these degenerates! Ahh I taught ya' so bloody well!"

Mammon splays his hands towards the imaginary dollar signs in the air, clapping eagerly.

"And that's why I love ya' doll!" He shouts with a hefty grin, giving her a final charmed glance as he turned to make way towards the awaiting camera crew. Robo-Fizzies chasing after him with lighting sticks and microphones.

[F/n] catches herself after his stare, the spines on her tail rattling flustered. Her posture eases before anyone else can see as she flicks her tail in response.

Damn did she hate whenever he said things like that.

It's almost as if he knew the effect he had on her, doing and saying things that would purposefully rile her up. [F/n] refused to acknowledge any part of it, counteractive to the very obvious blush on her completion.

Through the commotion, Mammon smiled charismatically in [F/n]'s direction as their eyes met again. This was going to be a long shoot.

"That went better than I expected." [F/n] mumbles. Mammon appearing in a green cloud next to her. Bells chiming happily.

"Why'dya say that? Doubted me?" He rung.

"Well for all the years I've known you— Accepting you got fucked is definitely not something you're known for... You're taking losing your star clown better than I thought."

Mammon chuckles in amusement.

"Star clown? I am the star clown. With or without him I'll still make a fuck ton o' money." He nudges her. "With y'er— uh, our ideas and my reinforcement I don't see any issue mate."

[F/n] looked very, very, unconvinced. Mammon thinks for a moment before shrugging.

"At the end of the day you are my most valuable asset after all."

"What a way to make a girl feel special Ammo." Her eyes roll.

Mammon only giggled for a moment, attention immediately stolen upon taking in a familiar scent.

The smell of coffee meets his nose as they walk before the café in his estate. It takes him no time to decide he's in the mood for another cup of coffee.

[F/n] could already tell by the expression on his face. However unconvinced about giving the bug even more caffeine after his last.

Mammon playfully puts on a puppy-eyed expression as he bends town to her level.

He shoves his face in front of hers, frowning, the green glow of his pupils becoming brighter. "C'mon doll, ya'd say no to my lil 'ol face?"

His smaller spider eyes make a show as he frowns with an exaggerated pointed lip.

She sighs, gently pushing his face away. "Enough with the eyes. I'll be right back... Not like you'd let me say no anyways asshole."

Like a cat that ate the canary, Mammon smiles triumphantly as he took a moment to get seated on one of the empty tables outside the shop.

He enjoys the smell of coffee beans while searching in her direction through the large glass windows. He watches her make some hand motions towards the menu.

Letting out a big yawn, he blinks blearily. He could use a nap after all this.

Exploiting his employees was hard work after all.

Mammon observes her pull out her wallet, swiping her card. His smile becomes gentler, enamored at the idea of her willingness to spend her own money on him.

He became increasingly aware the expression he wore, quickly clearing his throat to look more serious.

It takes the café worker a second to hand her the single cup of coffee alongside a paper bag. He waves her goodbye with a bold wink, [F/n] unable to hold her laugh.

Mammon gritted his teeth. He conditioned his employees not to unnecessarily pester him, or her, especially when they were out together. Seems like one of them hadn't learned this yet. He took a mental note.

He was about to get up from his seat until [F/n] audibly shut the door behind her with a small jingle. She takes a seat across from him as he leaned forward and snatched the drink from her hand.

"'Bout fuckin' time cunt." He grumbles.

Mammon takes a sip of the cold coffee, ignoring his irritation as the sweet contents hit his tongue.

Or at least he tried to, the sweetness of it tasting rather dull part in due to his thoughts.

"Was this made by that fuckin' bogan?" He wonders.

His hand tenses, squeezing the drink at his palm slightly.

"I got you this." [F/n] mumbled, scooting the bag towards him.

Mammon snaps his attention towards back towards her, pausing to glance between her then the baggie before fishing through it. He pulls out a small box, opening it to reveal a cream colored pastry.

It takes him a moment to collect his thought.

Confused, he asks, "Why the cake, doll? Ya' know all I wanted was my coffee."

"You were feeling like shit earlier." She puts it simply.

Mammon shifted from the cake to her in his peripheral vision.

She was worried about him. Had him in her mind. Considerate about how he felt, albeit she wouldn't admit it out loud.

He couldn't help but grow a fat smile, genuine smile, as he scoots closer towards her.

"I'm starting to think ya' actually care about me, love." [F/n]'s eyes widen for a second.

She looks away from him, scoffing.

"Don't overthink it. I don't want to deal with you when you're in a mood."

Mammon takes a small bite, savoring the even sweeter taste. Humming with delight, he takes another portion of it with the plastic spoon, leaning forward to bring it to her mouth.

[F/n] glances between the cake and Mammon, who's unashamedly eagerly watching her.

"I-I don't—"

"Ahh don't fuckin' be like that mate. It's good, try it!"

The dragon takes a bite, flushed, as she ate the piece in silent agreement. Her tail sticking to her leg somewhat embarrassed.

He was right, the pastry was fluffy and flavorful. Not that she expected any different, that was the reason why she bought it for him. She would've never anticipated this however.

Another spoonful reaches her lips, she accepts it without complaint this time. Expression easing. Her tail wags behind her in satisfaction.

Mammon carefully scoops more, bringing it to her face once again.

[F/n] quickly swallows the bit already in her mouth, shaking her head this time.

"I bought it for you, I'm eating more of it than you are. You're being a little bit too charitable."

"Yeah but who's to say I'm not getting anythin' out of feeding ya', love?" He dotes.

[F/n] felt the tips of her ears warm, tail flicking.

Mammon soaks in her flush, turning to take another sip of his coffee. His eyes follow the direction of his lips for a glance before returning at her image.

He freezes for a moment, brows furrowing. Mammon checks the cup again to ensure he saw it correctly. [F/n] immediately notices his expression drop and leans over to see the source.

A phone number was written just under her name with a heart.

"Aw how cute!"

Mammon gags. "Cute?!"

"Yeah, first time someone has done that for me. It's kinda sweet!" [F/n] reaches for the cup, Mammon hisses as he holds it further away.

"Doll, there's no bloody way you're actually interested in this cunt. He's some fuckin' nobody workin' below minimum wage!"

"Oh please, you sound jealous, he was really n—!"

Mammon immediately crushes the cup in his grip, indifferent feeling the coffee spill onto his glove and trickle to the table. He reaches over to grab [F/n]'s extended hand to move it away as he leans towards her features.

His face was centimeters away from hers, sharp breath tickling her features.

"I ain't the sharing type." Mammon growled.

The cup gets engulfed in a green cloud, vanishing as the smoke dissipated. [F/n] glared at the spider, brows furrowed in uncertainty.

He was acting like this again.

"Fucking hell, I didn't want any of your coffee. I just wanted to see the goddamn number."

Mammon blinks, head tilting. He mutters something under his breath as he stands, breaking eye contact.

She thought he was upset over sharing a drink? Far from it, but he wasn't going to clarify if that's the conclusion she came to.

Still holding onto her hand, he strings her up as he gets out of his seat.

"Better ya' don't. This cunt wouldn't even be able to take care of ya'." [F/n] rolls her eyes. Though it didn't go unnoticed, as Mammon grimaced.

"It's impossible to find anyone at all when you scare everyone off." She growls lowly.

"Don't fuckin' hiss at me doll. I'm savin' ya from the embarrassment."

"The embarrassment of what exactly?"

"Of goin' out with the lower class, hells y're considered a knight for the Goetia ain't ya'? Y're not gonna get anythin' worthwhile in some random mutt."

[F/n] swats her tail very irritably, yanking her wrist back forcefully.

A loud tear following in the process.

"I can be with whoever the fuck I want and feel like, I'm not some goddamn princess."

Mammon looks at his glove, seeing as the motion of her pull had tore through the material. It was a reminder of how sharp her scales were.

It wasn't deep enough to cut his actual skin. But the damage on his glove was done. A rush of anger at her defiance. 

He sneers, looking between the café and her short figure. A cloud of green exits through his teeth as he grips her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly to his face.

[F/n] grabs his wrists, squeezing equally as hard, as her wings flutter behind her to give herself some leverage and room to breathe.

She looks genuinely shocked for a moment, though it only took a second for her to regain composure to glare at the sin with bared teeth. Scales began to form on her complexion. 

Mammon stares deeply into her eyes with a menacing smile. His miniature eyes emitting a soft glow.

"REMEMBER Y'R PLACE BENEATH ME BEFORE I REMIND YA'."

He let's her go, watching as she wobbly lands on her feet.

I gust of wind hits his face as she flapped her wings to soften the fall. The scales that covered her face immediately erase as the tension breaks with a longer sharp inhale of air.

They had instantly gained the attention of everyone around them if they hadn't already, silence deafening.

[F/n] felt humiliated. Hurt. Used.

Defeated, for once.

"I don't fuckin' pay ya to run 'round with y'r bitch hormones. I hired ya' to serve me and me only."

[F/n] bites her lower lip, her claw reaching up to feel where his met her throat.

That was the first time he'd ever grabbed her like that. Sure he'd scream and threaten her before, even swung at her at times however each time he did so slow enough to miss.

He'd chuck random items in reach sometimes knowing she could just dodge or fly out of the way.

It never crossed further than that.

Now to be grabbed by the neck? That was new.

The trace of his hand lingered warningly as she tried to sooth over her bruised skin.

She looked up at him, tail tucked in between her legs.

He would only ever harm people he saw replaceable. His subordinates. The realization came crashing down on her incredibly hard.

He could've just as easily killed her in that moment, snapped her neck and that would've been it.

Did their history mean nothing to him? 

What changed?

"Fuck you..." It came as a whisper.

Unsure of whether he heard that or not, he chose to ignore it either way in favor of her tail.

He pointed at it, releasing a laugh as if it was the most amusing thing he'd seen.

It felt nauseating. One moment he was warm: the next, cruel.

Despite all the time spent, she concluded he never saw her as anything further than another form of entertainment.

An animal he can poke and prod for a reaction. Even in her state of shock all he did was laugh. The sound echoed in her head.

A familiar tone rings, buzzing. And Mammon instantly snaps out of his laughter.

He fishes through his pocket to pick up his phone.

His alarm was going off.

"Ahh fuckin' bitch— meeting is about to start." He groans, recovering quickly.

"C'mere." He demands, forgiving the glare she shot at him as he pulled her arm so forcefully she knew she'd bruise.

Mammon teleports the two of them into his office.

The jiggles of coins chime as he lands into his web, [F/n] perched beside him.

Her eyes widen slightly, trying to adjust herself in a better position. She tugs on one of her wings stuck into the webbing with an irritated scowl. He quickly removed the damaged glove and snaps a new one in its place out of thin air.

Mammon, who's busy with a drumstick he seemingly pulled from nowhere, nonchalantly untangles her wing in a simple swipe.

He stops chewing for a second to give her a toothy smirk: [F/n] returning a huff.

"Oh come off it will ya', ya' bitch?"

"We need to talk."

Mammon, who doesn't give it any thought, takes another bite of his food.

"More bitchin'." He imagines.

"Some other time."

[F/n] looks away from him, curling her tail around her leg to try and provide some sort of self comfort. She felt disappointed.

Despite all the breakthroughs made in their partnership, he still treated her like an object. His object. Something he was free to do whatever he wanted to. Truth be told, it stung deeply.

It was the only thing she could think about lately.

There was no denying Mammon grew incredibly on her, she only wished he felt the same in return. Maybe then he wouldn't be so needlessly mean.

Was it something she did? Something she didn't do?

There was no point in even thinking about it, [F/n] didn't want to be embarrassed again. She refused.

Security open the doors of his office, and in come a small group of incubi.

The one leading the group takes a quick bow before the two, tipping his hat while smiling on his way up.

Both watch as they fill the room, trotting with some briefcases in hand. The thumps of their boots semi-absorbed into the carpet they walked on.

"What an honor to see Mammon and his little butterfly, even more so present our wonderful idea to." He starts, slowly pacing left and right.

"We all know about the massive, massive, slaughter that came of the drakon specie during the first war with heaven. Terrible thing really." He smirks.

[F/n] raises her brow, crossing her arms further.

"A bigger shame would be to allow the fun of them go." The incubus pulls out his phone to project a screen before them.

[F/n] and Mammon look less than impressed.

"I present to you the dragon dildo, made with real dragon scales! The synthetic crap can't compare to this." He chuckles, arms extended either way.

The incubi look impressed by their own work. "Dragon scales are the hardest material in all of hell. This thing would be fucking indestructible! It's every horny sinner's dream!"

Mammon yawns, waving a finger.

"And how exactly are ya' going to farm real scales? There's hardly a handful of drakons in all o' hell left mate n' the survivors are all considered royalty."

"Well my good sir, that's where we were hoping you would come in. Seeing as you already possess one of them. I'm sure the king of greed wouldn't mind parting with it in turn for a greater profit."

[F/n] leans out of her seat, seething at the disrespectful implication. "Are you stupid or suicidal?"

The incubus hands one of his partners the briefcase, who held it sideways.

"Oh but my dear, you are very valuable. Your title as knight is only a benefit you see. You can be a brand on its own with how infamous your status was."

He starts unclipping the handles of the case.

"My title was granted to me because of how efficient I was in fighting angels. You— I'd MOP the floor with you."

Mammon tugs her back onto his side. His expression doesn't say much, however, the hand planted around her thigh possessively said it all.

"Y're gonna die for wastin' my time." He snarls, grinning wildly.

Mammon snaps his fingers and in rushes his security of robot Fizzarollis.

[F/n] felt him squeeze her thigh as he presses her deeper into his side. Her initial anger melting as her heart beats faster in reaction. [F/n] stares up at him, his image burning into her mind.

Her hand rested on his chest— able to feel his warmth, his breathing, it felt too intimate.

She felt his heartbeat at her fingertips, beating a tad bit faster than usual.

Then, she remembered. She thought his claim over her was nothing more than superficial, for looks, all this to keep her obedient and lull her back into his claws until the next time she slightly agitated him.

She looks back at the group, frowning.

"Shame, really. I was hoping you'd cooperate for your sake." The incubi frowns.

He opens his briefcase, incubi's devilish smile doesn't go unnoticed.

[F/n], unable to say anything in time, connects two and two as a familiar glint reflects off the metal brandished.

Breaking out of Mammon's grasp, she straddles him and extends her wings— covering as much of him as she possibly could.

A glowing bullet hits [F/n] directly the bend of her wing, the jolt of pain sucking the wind out of her as she slips onto Mammon's stomach.

The incubi's angelic revolver smokes at the barrel.

Security tackles the gunman.

They struggle to get each of his henchmen into cuffs, but with increasing numbers it quickly becomes apparent the gunman along with his goons has no chance.

Mammon immediately moves to shield [F/n] with his body, placing her onto the web. They both look at wound, [F/n] hissing as she tries to stretch her injured wing.

"Fuck— A-Are ya' alright? I didn't think..."

"I'm fine Ammo, he just nailed my joint. That's it." She interrupted, groaning.

His face turns between her injury and her expression several times. He looked worried. His eyes glossed. 

[F/n] frowns.

Electricity flies off of Mammon, turning to look at the commotion behind him. Panic quickly turns into rage as he bursts out of his confined costume with a deafening yell.

The room fills with green.

Sounds of screaming immediately follow.

Mammon smashes some of the incubi into the floor, completely crushed under his weight. He makes sure to smear them in, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he does so.

Those unfortunate enough not to cease on impact were left wailing in agony: taking a fistful of the carpet in a hopeless attempt to pull themselves away with a gaping hole going through their back to their stomach..

It was messy.

The blood from their bodies popped similarly to that of water-balloons. It was a gross, alleviating sight. [F/n] could take comfort knowing sinners like these wouldn't be able to come after her again.

After having his fun, Mammon darts his head towards the remaining incubus.

His mini spider eyes radiated a toxic green as he slinked over. The two robo-fizzies who had captured him meekly raised him towards Mammon: who instantly snatches the man and brings him towards his eye level.

"PLEASE N—"

"B̴͍͚̀E̴̯̘̊G̴͈͍͝ ̸̯̩̌F̸͖̗̈́Ò̸͉́Ṛ̶̪͆ ̶͓̑͒Y̷̥͌͂Ŏ̴̖̩̒U̷̲̳͆͌Ṙ̶̟̂ ̸̦͓͂L̶͍̺̈́Ḯ̸̬F̶̨͓͋̅E̵̩̦̋."

Before even giving him the chance, his please come strangled into whispers as Mammon squeezes him in his fist.

He exhales a large green cloud onto his pitiful expression as he attempts to gasp for air, coughing violently in response. A crack erupts.

Mammon drops him to the floor, watching as he contorted with a deafening scream. Observing him cry for a moment: he does the same as he dealt with the ones previously, popping him like an unwanted pimple.

His breathing labored, the high coming down upon realizing he was the last of the group.

Mammon raises one of his bloodied spider legs out of a fresh carcass, inspecting it, grumbling something under his breath.

The security group of robo-fizzies seem unsure on how to proceed, each of them timidly watching awaiting orders.

"The fuck are ya' looking at? Get this cleaned up NOW!" He roared.

The robots scrambled, tumbling over each other as they struggled to organize themselves.

Mammon slinks back towards [F/n], expression instantly softening.

She lets out a whine, yanking out the glowing particle as the pain of it courses through her back. "Gods fuck that hurt..." [F/n] bit her tongue, aimlessly tossing the bullet at the floor.

"Shit, let's go get ya' patched up beautiful." He mumbles, taking her carefully into his arms as if she'd shatter entirely at the slightest bump.

"Fucking— OW!"

"Ahh can ya' fuckin' hold still for a minute mate!?"

Mammon quickly wraps a thick webbing around her wing, using a splint to keep it straight in place.

[F/n] squirms, suppressing the acid-ball forming at her throat. Mammon makes his final wrap as he sticks the web onto itself, hands gently caressing her wing.

He sighs.

Neither of them say anything for a moment. The silence deafening as the reality of the situation sinks in.

He frowns, gently letting go of his work.

Moving to cup her cheek as he turns her expression towards him even gentler, afraid he would somehow shatter her.

"Why the face? What's the matter beautiful?"

There it was, again, the rapid beating of her heart over his artificial pet names.

"Nothing. Just... I can't fucking believe I got shot right in the elbow." She mumbles, sparing a glance at his handiwork on her wing.

"Normally my scales are able to tank angelic bullets... Maybe I'm becoming weak." [F/n] sighed.

"I, uh, well ya'know... That bullet would'a sent me to the bloody hospital. Cunt aimed for my head." Mammon swallows.

He drags a finger under the fabric of his neck, pulling on it momentarily.

"And honestly... I think y're the only bloody demon crazy enough who'd ever do anything like that for me."

He strokes the webbing gingerly, feeling the material brush against the rest of her scales. He paused.

Mammon tenses slightly as he rehearsed his next sentence in his mind dozens of times, feeling awkward as the very unfamiliar phrase leaves his tongue.

"So —uh— I appreciate ya' more than ya' think..."

It falls silent as her face hues.

Though it doesn't bother him remotely, continuing to massage around the bend of her wing.

If only he were consistently like this. Then it would make the signs so much more visible.

Visible he actually wanted her.

[F/n] swallows thickly, doing her best to calm the trot in her chest. She knew despite everything if she could go back in time she wouldn't change the outcome of it.

Even in the chaos of it all she cared too deeply about him to imagine him hurt. With that, the wave of knowing she completely lost to him finally came crashing down on her.

Their game of chess was finally concluded, he won, and that's why she needed to get out.

"Mammon we really need to talk."

Her wing pulls away from his petting, curling back into its usual space. He seemed disappointed as the warmth of her injured limb left his grasp.

"What about?"

Her lips quiver, the frown on her expression breaking through the poker face she tried to maintain. Her eyes water, tail curling.

She thinks of all of their mishaps together. To when she first agreed to work with him, their first banter, their first success together, how they progressively got more and more comfortable with each other.

She went from someone behind the scenes to being his only companion. He was a hothead, but so was she. But their differences felt too great: the hot and cold treatment was driving her crazy.

"We need to end our contract."

Mammon blinked. Frozen.

He slowly clenches his fists impossibly hard.

"Why? Was it because o' that fuckin' incubus? Y-Ya' watched me kill 'em. I promise next time I—"

"It's not that. None of that."

"Then what is it? Fuck changed?"

"Mammon as much as I love being here with you and working alongside you, I just can't be around you anymore."

It was obvious he didn't understand, his pause with unsure searching eyes sought to try and read the static expression she did her best to maintain. 

"I'm sorry."

Mammon felt himself burn. He felt his insides ignite with such intense desperation with a feeling he didn't entirely recognize.

Even knowing her more basic tasks could be given to someone else to fill just as easily did nothing to reassure him.

Hells he didn't feel this lost when Fizz quit his position. He got over that so insanely fast. It was deeper than that.

This was the only person he remotely cared about in all of hell resigning.

The idea felt so unreal.

"I'm so sorry." [F/n] repeated.

The click of her boots echo as she walked towards the double doors of his bedroom. Like a whisper, she faded.

Mammon watches as her tail hovers just above the ground. Immediately noting how she didn't just drag it as she normally would. The low rattle it'd make was erased, as if she wanted to create the least bit of noise possible.

Why? Did he scare her?

Nonsense. She was the only one who wouldn't cave to his ridiculous disrespect despite his threats. And though it did get in his nerves initially, it grew on him and made everything in his life new again.

He enjoyed hearing her voice.

Hearing her talk about frivolous, nonsensical, shit. Enjoyed observing the smallest things about her.

Like the way she would hide the joy in her expression but unable to maintain the same façade in her eagerly wagging tail.

Or the way her wings would flutter for a second whenever she was blushing.

Or when she would get too excited her hair would pulse the color of her element. And how whenever she's extremely upset her clear complexion starts forming scales as if she were ready to morph.

Or how she sometimes has difficulty not tearing clothes due to the sharpness of her claws. She would always let out a loud groan and a few swears before deciding if it were salvageable.

He felt electricity course through his body. His eyelid twitching.

[F/n] hugged herself, shutting the door behind her as she power walked through his manor.

She used her sleeve to wipe away the tears before they could spill. Quietly whimpering to herself to alleviate the ache in her chest.

She doesn't get very far however, before snapping out of her emotions as a loud bang interrupts her.

[F/n] points her gaze backwards, watching the doors fly open while cracking at the force of his push.

"OUR CONVO AIN'T OVER!"

She backs up hesitantly as Mammon runs at her. The thumping of his soles grew louder, seemingly indifferent at the idea he may trample her.

Clouds of swamp green smoke exit through his teeth. He halts just before her, punching a hole through the wall next to them to release his rage. Chips of brick and dust recoil along with his fist.

"You— YA' THINK YA' CAN JUST JOG OFF?" He growled, leaning down as he stared at her.

"Whatever idea ya got in that pretty lil' head o' yours, toss it. I won't break our contract. You are MINE."

[F/n] sighed, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head at him.

"You don't get it." Her disbelief erases as her head comes to point towards his.

She snaps her fingers and out manifests a golden sheet between them with both their signatures held within the bottom. 

"It's written agreement in our contact that only requires the consent of one party to break it."

Mammon felt a drop of sweat come down his neck.

He froze. The pain grew.

And she was right, the section she was referring to glowed faintly among the rest of the text as she highlighted it. Demanifesting as she withdrew her hand.

"A rule you imposed since you were initially skeptical about my performance in your estate."

"I- I... Fuckin'..."

It goes silent.

The rush of anger evaporated from his body with the sparks. Feeling at a loss on what to say, Mammon swallows thickly as he blinks.

He reaches a hand to clutch the material over his chest, squeezing it.

His gaze eventually trails back to hers.

His mind returns to the thought of massive their height difference was. She was so small compared to him. It made his heart chirp. His hand comes up to erase the flustered look looming on his features.

Mammon recollects himself as best he can in a pathetic attempt. He brushes his hat shakily, the bells chiming as the material bounced back.

"So then tell me why—?"

[F/n] growls, pressing her claws into her palm.

"STOP!" She shouts at him, quickly wiping away at the corner of her eyes. "D-Don't make this needlessly complicated."

Again with the tears, only this time she couldn't prevent them.

Mammon frowned, reaching out to her. He wanted to console her, wipe away those tears. It pained him knowing he was the source.

The tip of his index finger brushed against her cheek unable to get far.

[F/n] swatted away his hand. And that hurt him.

"You fucking... g-goddamnit you fucking dumbass... Can't you see what's going on?" She hissed stomping a few steps away from him.

"I fell so hard for you, and it fucking blows because I can't just have you." She turned towards him.

[F/n] gestures to herself angrily through her cries. "Do you fucking get it now?! I'm in LOVE with you— that's why I need to get the hell away from you. I want to be something more to you but you'll only ever see me as your subordinate."

She shouted, adrenaline coursing through only heighted by her emotional outburst.

Mammon grabs her despite her struggling with his lower pair of hands, leaning over and forcing her to allow him to clean her face.

He absorbs her tears through the material of his upper pair of gloves with gentle strokes.

She grips his wrists with enough force that'd dislocate them if he were any other sinner. He felt her tremble against him.

How could he not notice her pain before?

How long ago did she start feeling this way?

There was a pool of regrets swimming in his chest and among them the biggest was not erasing her doubts sooner.

"What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? I'm smitten with ya' dollface."

"You're a king sin— hell you outed Asmodeus for dating someone beneath him, how am I any different from that? People would think you're a hypocrite."

"Ya' think I give a remote fuck about what these cunts think? I'm the richest fucker in all o' hell, I didn't get here caring about what some bitch thinks o' me. I don't really give a flying shit about Asmodeus fuckin' some circus imp."

[F/n] immediately becomes less resistant to his advance. [E/c] eyes staring up at him in disbelief.

She searched desperately for any indication he was lying.

Mammon cups her jawline.

"I dunno how ya' haven't realized how obsessed I am with ya'... Thought it was reaaal obvious: I mean for fuck's sake I don't wanna be anywhere without ya'. Everything I do is with you." Mammon sighed nervously.

He lifted her in her arms, bringing down his face to gently set his forehead onto hers.

He didn't entirely recognize it before, but now that the cat was out of the bag it was so painfully apparent.

Everything he did was by her, to her, and for her. He found himself more temperamental and bored in the situations he had to exist without her. The cogs in his head finally spun, blushing for a mere moment as he finally admitted it out loud. 

"I'm obsessed with ya princess. I'm fuckin' crazy over you."

If her heart pounded any faster she was sure she'd pass out.

Her eyes glued to the tiny white slits in the sea of bright green within his eyes.

They both glance down at each other's lips then back at their gaze.

Immediately realizing what the other was doing, they both smash into each other desperately. Mammon felt a firework go off in his head. She was putty in his hands. A little butterfly caught in his web.

He growled.

[F/n] caresses his features, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks and pulling him closer.

A surge of electricity runs through his expression and tickles hers affectionately. It courses her hands and down her arms eagerly. 

Mammon drags his bicolored tongue across her lips, pushing himself in at the slightest gap.

Their tongues dance and with no protest Mammon explores his new territory. Their teeth clatter, Mammon doing his best not to pierce her.

The taste of coffee and pastries still lingered strongly on his saliva. Their tongues dance, aching. It's as if they couldn't get close enough to one another, both feverishly pushing into each other craving every bit of contact the other could provide.

Pleased with her submission, he makes way back into his room.

Massaging her ass with his upper pair of hands and grabbing onto her heels with the other. [F/n] releases a muffled moan.

Mammon breaks the kiss first, glancing at the spirit trail that still connected them. He licks the drool from his lips, savoring their long overdue tension-breaker.

He steals a few more pecks before taking a seat on his bed, holding onto her. He brushed a strand of her [h/c] hair out of her face.

Mammon chuckled softly, enamored with the bright hue on her complexion: gaze hungry.

Mammon stares at her. Unmoving. As his breathing very audibly becomes heavier.

It takes him a painful few seconds to snap out of his own trance.

"As much as I wanna fold ya' in my bed and have ya' take care of my stiffy— y're injured and need to rest princess."

"Oh come the fuck on Ammo, I'm fine!" [F/n] pouts, huffing while trying to feel him up through his clothes.

She slinks downwards to attempt and grind against the growing tent underneath his layers of clothes to entice him.

Mammon with every bit of self control in his body, has none of it, interwinding her hands into his instead with force as he pulls her back up to steal another peck.

"I love y're excitement but I will hurt you."

"You're no fun."

"You'll fuckin' get what you want later... Needy whore."

He scoots closer into bed.

Mammon snaps his fingers. A puff of green surround both of them, clearing quickly to reveal he had changed them into their sleepwear. He smiles softly.

His blanket flies over them as he adjusts more comfortably, plopping [F/n] on his chest.

[F/n] coils into a ball, purring happily while nuzzling herself into the crook of his neck. She quickly settles. His hand reaches to pet her hair lovingly, listening patiently as her purring gradually became more distant overtime until she drifted off entirely. 

Mammon sighed with satisfaction, captivated, only then closing his eyes. "Y're gonna stay mine forever." 

[cozage]

Helloooo! First things first, I gotta say, I LOVE your writing! Anything you post I eat it up, even if the characters aren't my cup of tea you somehow make me a complete simp. Congratulations on your absolutely AMAZING work <3

Okok onto the real ask, tho! I was thinking gender neutral reader, with Sanji and Zoro? (Maybe Usopp if it tickles your fancy :)) Reader is like, very badass at first glance kicks ass easily and does it looking very cool. Leather jacket, maybe some cool tattoos and piercings, stuff like that.

But when they start getting to know them better they're like... A total dork??? A complete nerd??? They like roleplaying games like DnD, they know a bunch of animal and science facts for absolute no reason other then "it's fun to know about stuff :D" (also, fun fact, did you know there's a species of penguin that is like- 12 inches tall?? And they're blue???? They're called fairy penguins and I LOVE THEM-)

It could be a short fic or headcannons, whatever works best for you <3 thanks for reading this! And writing! Have a wonderful day!

A/N: Eeeeek this was so cute and soft to think about!! As a fellow d&d nerd and just nerd in general this was really cute to write (I however, am not an intimidating badass, but I admire those who can pull it off)

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Usopp

Total word count: 700

Intimidating Nerd

Sanji

He finds your intimidating nature so hot. SOOOOO hot.

He’s always fawning over you and desperate to give you attention. You hardly pay him any mind, but that just fuels him even more. 

Sanji discovers pretty quickly that you’re not as intimidating as you appear (because he’s literally always watching you), but at first he doesn’t let on.

He does learn all about the topic you’re totally obsessed with, and uses that to win you over. 

Not the type to call you out or gloat that he knows, he just drops random hints about it at first. Little facts, and when he sees you perk up he knows he hit the jackpot.

After a few mentions of it, you finally cave, and just totally info dump on him while he’s baking. 

He just stirs the batter and hums along, only half understanding all of the things you say (he only learned enough to impress you) while you get louder and louder from excitement. 

But your excitement doesn’t phase him, in fact it makes him giddy. He’s thrilled to see such a vulnerable and different side of you that not many get to see. 

Zoro

Zoro is concerned at first that you’re all talk, but once you prove yourself in battle, he becomes pretty impressed with you. 

Impressed becomes adoration, due to the look you have and the flirtatious words exchanged between you all. 

He hears you occasionally speak about your special interest(s), and on island days he can usually find you in one of those weird stores he usually tries to avoid. 

After you leave one, he sneaks in and asks the guy what you were in there for. He explains that he’s a crewmate of yours and is trying to find you something nice, but has no idea where to start. 

He ends up picking out a cool piece of jewelry that has some hint towards whatever you love. That kind of merch that still looks cool, but fans know where it’s from. 

Luckily, the guy is super helpful, and even explains a little bit about the backstory of the item he picked out (all of which goes right over Zoro’s head).

He leaves it on your bed in the bunkhouse. He doesn’t really know what to say or how else to give it, and when you see it, you know it's from him immediately. He’s the only one who knows that you like that thing, and you instantly put it on. 

When he sees you again, he compliments the jewelry, to which you smirk and roll your eyes. “Thanks,” you say. “Some nerd got it for me.”

Usopp

He is so scared of you. Literally tenses when you walk in the room at first.

Yeah, you’re hot. But you could also definitely kill him in 5 seconds with your pinky. He’s seen you do it to stronger enemies in less time. 

He doesn’t even try that boasting thing with you. He tried it once and you just raised an eyebrow at him. He got so flustered that he immediately shut up. 

And then he brings up an old game he used to play, an old TV show he used to watch, an old comic book he used to read. And your entire demeanor changes. 

At first he thought you were making fun of him or trying to scare him, but he can see real enthusiasm about it in you. And you like…know your stuff. 

Suddenly you all are BEST. FRIENDS. You’re inseparable. You teach Luffy and anyone else who will listen about the lore. Most of it goes over Luffy’s head, but Robin, Franky, and even Sanji get a hold of the concept and become slightly interested. 

Every time you stop at an island, the two of you saunter off together trying to find new merch or new updates about it. 

Usopp loves having you around because he knows that you will always protect him and you can fight enough for two in battle, and you’re cool enough to always keep a conversation going with him.

[factual-fantasy]

@octonauts16 (Post in question) TLDR at the bottom!😅

Yeah, that was Wally <XD I doodled that on the screen while kind'a forgetting all the stuff I've talked about Welcome Home recently. How I don't wanna join the fandom and such..

But to be honest I've been kind'a torn on Welcome home over the past few days. I recently developed 3 big main reasons why I don't want to join the fandom and draw the characters. But those reasons are quickly starting to dissolve-

Reason #1. Now I don't know if I just saw the wrong side of the fandom, but it felt like everywhere I went there was shipping content. Cannon or not, it was everywhere. And of course I'm known for not liking ships or really drawing any lovey dovey content.. I was worried enough about people tagging all of my Welcome Home art as shipping, that I figured I'd save myself the trouble and just.. not post any art of it all together.

But then I thought about it.. I mean, Undertale was a huge shipping fandom too. And I was able to weasel my way around all of that and come out unscathed. Surly the Welcome Home shipping fandom wouldn't be much harder to navigate.. right?

Reason #2. I wasn't really sure.. what to draw exactly. Everyone seems to have their own interpretation for the story of Welcome Home. Wally's the Bad guy, no House is the bad guy and he's controlling Wally, no no Wally and House are both the bad guys together. Their world is real- no actually its all make believe and Wally is the only one who knows its fake- aaaa so many stories!

I felt like it would take a lot of work and research to make my own version/interpretation of the story and the characters. So I just dropped it and didn't want to bother. I'm still so busy...

...But then its like 4 AM and I have ideas for redesigns of every character, a story is being constructed, angsty situations are being plotted, lore is growing- I hardly know much about Welcome Home truly, yet I already have a whole world built that I wanna start drawing-

But! Its reason #3 that's kept me from drawing anything. Clown, the series creator.

Looking around the fandom.. It seems that Clown is like me. They have certain boundaries when it comes to their characters and what they do and do not approve of others drawing about it. I know about the copywrite issues they're dealing with.. people selling merch of their characters and profiting.. its really sad. But there's more to it.

I saw some artwork for Welcome home and went to the comments. Everyone was like "I'm so glad to finally find an artist that respects Clowns boundaries!" And I'm like uh oh- are people drawing things that make Clown uncomfortable? Has Clown been dealing with that? What are those boundaries? Is anything I would like to draw something that would cross said boundaries?

So out of laziness to not dig deeper to find these boundaries, but also wanting to RESPECT said boundaries.. I just cut off any artwork from being made all together.

But my interest in this series is definitely getting stronger. And maybe sometime after these projects are finally off my chest, I'll look into Clown and see if any of my artwork would cross a line..

For now I'm too lazy, and too busy to make any artwork for Welcome Home <XDDD Maybe someday though!

TLDR; The #1 reason why I haven't drawn Welcome Home fanart is because I think Clown has certain boundaries when it comes to fanart. And I don't know what they are, I am also too lazy to look into it. So I just decided to not draw anything at all until further notice <XDD

[thoughtsonlou]

I just got back to my hotel after the Away From Home Festival and I needed to document my thoughts! This is the third festival in a row that I have attended and so far, this was my personal best experience. In Spain, I had planned poorly and ended up feeling dehydrated and sick, Italy was a travel nightmare (and the worst merch stand experience I have ever had), but Mexico was organized so well. Starting off, I actually got my bracelet this time (unlike Italy where most of them got thrown in the trash??). The merch line was short and efficient (I got a beautiful t-shirt—Louis’ merch never misses). The entire area was lively with colorful food stands, banners, lights, a giant AFHF sign in front of some stone. There was plenty of space, but it still felt like there were a lot of people there. The atmosphere was so chill, I loved it. Surprisingly, I never felt hot, the sun went down quickly and there was a gusty breeze most of the night.

Now for the music…

I completely missed Rodrigo Leal. I could hear Gibby while I went through the line outside (and I saw him later getting photos with fans). I thought he sounded great. I listen to some of his songs sometimes. Reverend and the Makers were better than I thought they would be. The lead singer fumbling with the Mexican flag was a bit comical, but they sounded tight as a group. Honestly, Dylan was kind of my favorite (of the openers). I didn’t really vibe with her music before the concert, but she was great on stage, and I respect that she cut all the Harry stuff. She added a rock edge to her more pop-y songs, and it changed them for the better. I don’t know she was just so charismatic on stage I dug it. Kevin Kaarl was clearly adored by the audience. Unfortunately, I don’t speak a word of Spanish, so I did not understand anything (and may have taken a bit of a snooze on the ground during his set). However, that is not to say I thought he was bad, quite the opposite. It was a nice change of pace, and his voice was moving. I love the DMA’s and were stoked that they were performing this year. They did not disappoint. I was a little distracted because Oli was like fifteen feet away from me singing along and dancing it was really cute 😊. It was so cool to have such a big band there at Louis’ festival. Ooooh the lineup was certainly my favorite of all the AFHFs I have been to so far. Spain is a close second, but I truly loved every act here, and in the case of Dylan, found her way more compelling in person.

Now for Louis…

He is pretty isn’t he. I can’t believe he essentially wore the poster as his outfit. His hair was perfect, and his skin glistening.

My top five songs from the night (in order of the setlist) were: MEGAMIX—All this time is the perfect song argue with the wall, and the live album made me appreciate the intro and transition between att and sibwawc even more than before, I though all of those sounds were prerecorded track, but I saw Steve messing with one of those sound board thingies in real time… neat! WALLS—this song just makes me emotional, especially when the crowd is so into it like they were tonight. BACK TO YOU—as much as I love a sappy moment, a festival set should be energetic and fun, and that’s what back to you is, she had me jumpin’. SATURDAYS—I admire that he has the confidence to sing alone at the microphone with hardly any backing instrumental for that long, it is so pretty, but when that build up pays off it is soooo good, the wall of sound was really taking the pain away on this Saturday. SILVER TONGUES—trust I meant it when I said, ‘I don’t feel like going home,’ what a jovial song I’m smiling just thinking about it, this song fills me with warmth!!

The instrumental outro is sick, and I can never remember what it sounds like, so that was fun to hear. I was trying not to be a grouch about the 1d songs, but why is night changes there for real? If he replaced it with We Made It, or HEADLINE?!?!?! this would be a darn good setlist. Drag me down is actually pretty good in my opinion. Where do Broken Hearts Go is fine live, but I dislike it in principle (if you’re going to sing a 1d cover, at least pick one you wrote on?).

The worst part of the night was when Chris walked right in front of me during night changes.

The best part of the night was going balls to the walls during Silver Tongues.

Truly the night (especially Louis’ set) flew by! I had a great time and cannot wait to see what is in store for next year :)

[thehusbandoden]

Mha Boys React to

You Not Saying I Love You Back

Izuku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kiri and Denki

Fluff- slight angst- crack

This is another old one 🥲

Mentions of KamiJirou and Izucho in Shoto's

Izuku:

You always loved pranking Izuku, you got lots of views, and your followers absolutely loved him. You've been hoping to try this trend for a while now, and decided that you would go through with it today. So, once Izuku was ready for work and came to say goodbye, you had a camera hidden as you sat on the couch, reading a book.

Izuku strolled over to you on the couch and kissed your head gently. "I'm leaving now Puppy, I love you, I'll see you tonight." Smiling you kissed his lips gently, "K. See you tonight Zuku." Frowning slightly Izuku stood there for a few moments before gently petting your head, "I love you."

You nodded and grabbed his hand to leave a gentle kiss. "I know, bye Baby." Frowning deeper Izuku took both of your hands and made you look him in the eye. "I love you." ".... I know." "That's not what you're supposed to say." Izuku frowned. Forcing yourself not to break you say, "Bye~!" "Do you not love me?! What did I do wrong?! I'm so sorry! Was it because I- *Panic muttering*".

Finally not being able to take it you burst out in laughter. "No~! Baby~ it was a prank! I love you, I love you, I love you!" You exclaim, wrapping Izuku in your arms, kissing his forehead in between your multiple 'love yous'. "Oh, I thought you didn't love me anymore! (y/n)~ don't do that to me~!" Izuku whined, causing you to giggle even more.

Bakugou:

Your followers LOVED your husband. I mean, he was HILARIOUS! They ate up his reactions in literal seconds. Whenever you posted a prank, or any kind of video/short with him in it, it would instantly blow up. And so, you decided to do one of your followers recommendations.

I mean, you knew that your husband would explode, but you knew that he wouldn't kill his (s\o). Right??? And so, right before your husband was going to go out with his friends you set up a camera in your living room, hiding it with the number 2 hero Lord Explosion Murder Dynamite's merch (You have a LOT in your house, both bc you love your hubby to death, and he has the biggest ego in the MHA universe.)

Once the camera was set up you went back to the couch and scrolled on TikTok, replying to your followers here and there. When Bakugou finally came out of your bedroom you stopped yourself from giving in as you watched his muscles appreciatively. Holding strong, you swallowed as he walked towards you.

"Oi. I'm leaving now." Bakugou grunted, stooping down for you to kiss him. Kissing him teasingly you almost giggle as Bakugou huffed when you pulled away quicker then he wanted. "Oi. I said I'm leaving." "Okay. Have fun, future number one." You reply, intentionally not initiating an 'I love you' like usual. "I love you idiot." Bakugo muttered, a light blush on his cheeks.

Bakugou hardly ever said those three words, so you almost gave up. But you knew that this would EXPLODE so you decided to go on. "I know. Have fun." You reply, causing Bakugou to halt. "You're forgetting something." Bakugou growled, red eyes glaring daggers at you. "Hmm? Oh, be safe." You smile sweetly, internally dying inside.

"Say it. Now." Bakugou growled. "What do you want me to say? Keep Denki and Sero in line so you won't get kicked out again?" "Y know what. Forget it." Bakugou grumbled, turning to leave. "Wait Baby no~ it was just a prank!" You chase him as he walks out the door, apologizing profusely.

Shoto:

You really didn't want to do this. Like really, really didn't want to do this. But, Denki confessed to Jiro so you had to. You never broke your promises, ever. And one of this level? It would be a sin. I mean come on, you've been shipping them for at least four years, (You guys graduated U.A. like a year and a half ago) and have been trying to get them together for two.

Finally, Denki confessed and Jiro agreed on letting him take her on a date. So, you decided to put yourself, and your sweet husband in agony. A short lived agony, yet an agony all the same. (Yes, I am quite dramatic.) And so here you were, filming a prank video for Denki's prank channel.

If this became popular Denki made Izuku promise that he would confess to Ururaka, so you had to do your best, I mean come on~ two of your favorite ships FINALLY getting together? It was a dream come true! And so, here you were, on your and Shoto's bed, waiting for your beloved husband to say goodnight before he went on patrol.

Being the number 3 hero he usually took a late night shift so he could spend more time with you. (Sweet Baby <3) Giggling at a prank Mina pulled on Bakugou (Not a ship! I repeat, not a ship!) you were surprised when you felt Shoto lay on top of you.

"I gotta go Love, but I'll be back in about an hour. I love you, don't stay up all night watching Bakugo blow up again. Deal?" Shoto asked, causing you to giggle softly. "Only if you promise to not stay up fighting villains all night!" You tease, causing Shoto to sigh. "

"Love, you know that's out of my control." Shoto replied softly, giving you a sweet kiss on your neck, causing you to shiver with delight. "Same here! I mean come on, Bakugou being ignored is utterly hilarious! Also I need to show Denki some love, look at his channel! It's basically dying right now!" Chuckling softly Shoto gave you a kiss on your head.

"Okay, but once I get back you need to get off and show me some love instead. Okay?" Shoto compromised, earning a smirk from you. "Deal!" Smiling fondly Shoto gave you yet another kiss on your head. "Love you. Have a good night, I'll be back as soon as possible." "Come back soon~ but be safe!" You exclaim.

Shoto continued getting off of you and started walking downstairs, seemingly not noticing you failed to verbalize your love. You intensely listened as you waited for your beloved Shoto to come back up. You snorted as you heard Shoto's footsteps suddenly stop. You forced yourself to not giggle as Shoto walked up again, walking into your room he stood and just stared at you.

"Did you forget something?" You ask, completely smitten at the adorable look he gave you. "No, but I believe you did." Shoto replied. You smiled, "Oh? Did i? Well go kick some as-" "(Y/n). Please, I love you." "I know! Have a good patrol!" "Y/n. I love you so, so much. I mean it, I really do." Shoto frowned, feeling bad you realized that he was actually getting insecure now.

He tended to do that, no matter how perfect he was he always found a way to compare himself to other men, saying he's not good enough. Or even worse, he compares himself to Endeavor, that peace of (I don't cuss, so I couldn't tell you 😒) which broke your heart.

Depending on how broken he was the longer it took you to calm him down, and reassure him that he was utterly perfect to you and nothing at all like his shizzy old man. (Yes I just wrote shizzy. Why? Cause shizzy is the same as shiz.) Now feeling bad you walked over to him and enveloped him in your arms.

"Oh Baby, it was a stupid prank, I'm so sorry. I love you too. So, so much." You comfort. And so after his patrol you spent the rest of the night cuddling and spouting words of love. Yes, it took a while of unconditional love for him to feel whole again. (The vid blew up FAST I mean, Denki now has a whopping new 483 followers. And they keep coming.)

Kirishima:

You and your boyfriend were currently in a prank war. It all started when Kiri, that sweet, sweet baby of your's decided to ignore you. Two years have passed since then, and both of you are third years in U.A. high. Last week your boyfriend decided to start a argument and pass out. Yeah, you weren't happy. And so, you were going to get revenge. Your prank channel has almost a million followers, about half on your side, while the other on Kiri's. Smirking you set up the camera in your boyfriend's dorm. Kiri was in the bathroom getting ready for the gym, and Bakugou was going to be over shortly to drive him. (Ummm pray for Kiri's life. Driving with Bakugo??!💀)

You looked up as you heard Kiri open the door, stepping into your view in the process. I mean, you two were still kids, so you haven't you know, *cough cough*. But~ that doesn't mean that you can't like what you see... ANYWAYS! He had a red tank top on, which show cased his muscles beautifully.

He had black shorts and a red head band which pulled back his hair from his face. Smiling widely you looked him in the eyes, causing him to blush. "So... I look good?" Kiri asked, face as red as his beautiful hair. "Good? Eiji.... you look stunning! I mean drop dead gorgeous. I would literally date you in a heartbeat- scratch that I would marry you in a heart beat! SO manly!" You ramble, causing your gorgeous boyfriend's neck and ears to start turning red as well.

Before Kiri could could respond the door was kicked open. "ENOUGH WITH THIS CRINGEY SHIZ AND GET YOUR *Dadadada* OUT HERE NOW!" Bakugo yelled, causing both you and Kiri to sigh. "Well, I love you Baby, I'll be back in a few hours." Kiri promised. Stooping down to kiss you he slightly frowned when you responded with, "Mkay, have fun." "I love you." He repeated after giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

"Mhm, have fun." Scoffing Bakugo stormed off and yelled, "I'LL BE IN THE CAR! DON'T TAKE TO LONG, THAT MEANS NO FU-" "YES! THANK YOU, WE KNOW!" Kiri yelled, face a dark red. Giggling you kissed his hand, "Bye Baby, have fun being screamed at." "Wait... aren't you forgetting something?" "Make sure to keep Bakubeast in check?"

Kirishima would normally chuckle, but instead of him blessing you with the sound of his laugh he just frowned deeper. "Baby... Pebble... Do you love me?" "Why do you ask? But Baby, you gotta go, you're gonna be late." "Please say you love me!" "Baby~ you're gonna be late~!" Kiri pouted and then kissed you on your head. "Bye, love you." He said in a defeated tone, breaking your heart.

Normally, you would go over to him and smother him with love and promise him that it's just a prank. But, you had to stay strong, the prank he pulled was so~ mean! After a few hours Kiri came back to your dorm, sweaty and tired. It looked like he almost forgot about your neglect, but knowing Kiri he wouldn't forget it until you fix it.

After Kiri greeted you with an 'I love you' and a kiss on the temple he went to go shower. (Please just pretend that third years have showers in their dorms or something!) After his shower Kiri let you dry his hair, something that you LOVED doing when it was fluffy and just washed. Time skip: about an hour or two later.

"Hey... (y/n)." Kirishima called, hesitation heavy in his voice. "Yes Baby?" You ask. "A-are you mad at me? I'm really sorry.. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'll fix it! Promise!" Giggling at his eagerness you decided to end his misery.

"Oh my poor Baby! I'm sorry! I love you, I love you, I love you~!!!" You exclaim, jumping off the bed to wrap your worried boyfriend in a hug. "Wait.... was this a prank?! (Y/n)! SO~ mean!" Kiri laughed, wrapping his arms around you he peppered your neck, face and head with kisses.

Giggling you cuddle for the rest of the night, the video blew up and your followers are now asking for more Bakugou content. Though, I would stop being smug right about now, and start preparing for Kiri's next prank.

Denki:

Denki told you that he wouldn't prank you, but come on. His followers have seen you in a few of his prank videos, and boy oh boy did they love you. They requested time and time again for him to prank you, so he did. And you did NOT like that. And because he broke his word, you'll break your's. And so here you were, intro already filmed and camera set up.

"Nugget~ Baby Nuggy~" Denki called, winking at the camera you looked up as Denki walked into the room. "Yes Bubs?" "I need to go~" Denki whined, walking over to you he wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your face repeatedly causing you to giggle. "Mkay, don't overuse your quirk. Be safe!" You encourage.

Kissing Denki sweetly you lent back as he started to deepen the kiss. "You got to go Bubs. See you in the morning!" Groaning Denki leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. "I love you. Have a good night." "Have a good night!" You chirp, internally giggling as he stopped.

"I love you." Denki repeated, leaning down to look you in the eye as he kissed your nose. "Denki~ don't be late! Bakugou WILL kill you!" You exclaim, giving him a light push as he tried to kiss you further. "Baby~ I love you~" Denki whined, clinging to your neck like a child. "I know, I know! Just go to work!" You order, stifling your giggles as your boyfriend acted like a literal child.

"(Y/n)... please say you love me." Denki sniffled, a pout staining his cheerful face. Yes, you knew that you should've lasted longer, but come on! That pout! "Baby! It was just a prank! I love you~" You pout, wrapping your arms around Denki in a hug. "(Y/n)! Really?!" Denki whined, causing you to giggle. You laugh as you see Denki's playful pout, before pulling him in for more kisses. (First time writing Denki, hope I did an okay job).

Masterlist | Tips <3

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

[joshym]

Lilac Moon: Chapter 5

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 9.5k+

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of death of a parent, brief recollection of childhood trauma, angst, illness. SMUT. oral f & m receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little voice kink, some cock warming, & of course fluff because i can't help myself. (pls let me know if i missed anything)

Masterlist

If you'd like to join the taglist, click this link to add yourself or just let me know & i'll be sure to add you. 🤍 enjoy!

(ps. yes, there's a new moodboard. 😉🤍)

Amongst a sea of people, the stage is your vessel and you are the captain. 

The music starts; you’re home.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

The morning of the opening show

Everything is prepared. Your stage outfits hang in the closet of your dressing room. Your makeup is spread out on the vanity, ready to be used. The setlist has been narrowed down and perfected. The only thing left to do: perform.

You and Ivy are the first ones to arrive at the venue. You’re exhausted as you had hardly slept last night, the nerves and anxiety clouding any other thought that dared enter your mind. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to think much about Josh, about last night and the song you shared with him on the stage that you’ll step foot on tonight. You let your guard down with him, yet again. But, that’s the last thing on your mind. 

Tonight begins the expedition that will lead Lilac Moon to waters never explored. 

You want it to be perfect. You need it to be perfect. 

You open the door to the dressing room you and Ivy will share. It’s dark, so you turn on the lights. You scan the room, looking at all of the gifts left for you from the venue. T-shirts, snacks, drinks, but the thing that catches your eye is a large bouquet of white roses sitting on the makeup vanity. The fragrance they carry fills the entire room with their floral notes. As you come closer, you see a handwritten note attached.

“A few adoring fans will receive one of these from me tonight, but no one is as deserving of a full bouquet as you. -Josh”

They’re beautiful. They’re in full bloom and so perfect that they nearly resemble satin. You can’t help but wonder just how much he spent on them, but you’re not sure you want to know.

“Where did those come from?”

You look towards the door as Ivy’s walking through the threshold. 

“I’ll give you one guess.” you say through a smile.

She laughs, “That man is a damn fool for you.”

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

10:32 am

8 hours and 58 minutes until showtime

You and Ivy are the only ones at the venue, save for a few employees, so you take the opportunity to walk around, exploring the halls and watching as merchandise tables are being set up. Amongst the endless choices of Greta Van Fleet merch are a few Lilac Moon t-shirts that you designed and a few copies of your ep’s on cd and vinyl. You weren’t able to do much, only as much as your funds would allow. But, nonetheless, seeing your band's t-shirts next to Greta Van Fleet’s is a surreal sight.

You’re shocked as you look out the window to see a few hundred dedicated fans already lined up for the show that’s still over eight hours away. The venue didn’t allow camping, so these people made it here as soon as the Bridgestone arena would allow to ensure the best spots.

It suddenly hits you. As you stare out at the hundreds of fans, you realize that you’ve never even performed in front of an audience as big as these early birds, let alone the nearly 20,000 others that will soon join them. 

You’re hit with a wave of uncertainty, of meekness.

Ivy must sense it as she moves closer to you, grabbing your hand as you continue to stare outside.

“What are you thinking?” Ivy says. “Your mind has wandered. Tell me where it’s gone.”

“Look at this, Ivy. All of these people. It seems like so many. This isn’t even close to the number of people that will be here tonight. I know they aren’t here for us but they'll see us. They’ll hear us. What if they hate us? What if they just count down the minutes until we leave the stage? I’m terrified, Ivy.”

“But what if they love us, y/n? Don’t do this. We’re here for a reason. Don’t let your stupid brain tell you otherwise.”

“Stupid? Gee, thanks so much.” you say with a smile.

Ivy puts her arm around you as you both watch the waiting fans. “Sometimes I wish your brain would fuck off and let you live in peace.”

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

11:56 am

7 hours and 34 minutes until showtime

The nerves haven’t let up. In fact, they’re beginning to become worse as the show draws nearer. Anxiety is not something new for you, but there are moments where it becomes particularly debilitating, and right now is one of those moments. 

Jay and Julien are here now, talking with Joe and Ivy as you sit in silence, stewing in your worry. You get up and leave the room in search of somewhere to be alone for a few moments.

You walk into the bathroom down the hall and lock the door behind you. You sit on the floor, head plopped in your hands as you begin to cry.

The fear of it all is setting in. You’ve never been one to handle criticism well, and by doing this tour, you’re opening yourself up to a host of critics who will point out your every flaw. 

You’re excited for this new chapter, but you’re terrified all at once. You’re ashamed of your ambivalence, but you can’t shake these feelings of inadequacy. 

Your mother never shied away from telling you that you weren’t good enough, that everything you’d ever done was wrong. 

You lost your biggest support when your dad died. He took all the love with him when he passed. 

Your mom only got worse. Without him there to defend you and love you, she took advantage of it and tore you down as often as she could.

Maybe she was just trying to save me from getting hurt. She saw something my dad and I couldn’t see; she saw failure. I wasn’t enough for her, I wasn’t enough for Jay, and I’m certainly not enough for Josh.

Your cries become louder when suddenly the doorknob to the bathroom starts to jiggle. 

You hear a muffled voice from outside, “I’m not sure who’s in there but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Do I need to call someone?”

You immediately recognize the voice that belongs to Danny. 

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just need a minute.” Your voice is shaky but you’re doing your best to sound composed. 

“Is that you, y/n? I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

Dammit. 

You quickly get up to check yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are swollen and puffy. There’s not much you can do right now to fix it, but you splash a little cold water on your face anyway before opening the door. 

“Hi, Danny.” you say as you try to dart past him quickly.

He puts his hand lightly on your shoulder to stop you while he softly says, “You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

You look at him to see a sweet, concerned smile across his face. “What’s going on, y/n? I could hear you crying from my dressing room at the end of the hall.”

Of course.

“God, was I that loud? Please tell me none of the other guys heard.”

He quietly laughs, “No, I’m the only one here so far. Those fuckers are never on time. They probably won’t show up until the curtain is down.” This makes you smile, and you’re grateful for it.

“Seriously, though. Are you okay?”

“Just a case of the pre-show jitters.”

“Must be a pretty serious case.” he says as he grins. “I know that can’t be all of it.”

You know deep down you can trust him. Danny is one of the last people on this earth who’d judge you, but the thought of opening up to him right now is something you’re just not ready for yet. It’s rare that you reveal this part of yourself to people. 

“There’s a little more to it, I guess. But it’s really not that important. I’m fine, I promise.”

“I won’t pry. You tell me when you want to. I’m here for you whenever the time feels right.”

He holds his arms out for a hug and you happily embrace it. Danny's hugs are so warm and reassuring; you desperately needed it. 

As you make your way back to the room, you see Joe out in the hall, bracing himself up against the wall with one hand while he’s struggling through a coughing fit.

You run up to him to help him stabilize himself. “Are you okay?” you ask.

He can’t answer you as he’s coughing too much. He’s holding a tissue tightly in his hand as he coughs into it. You notice it’s stained red.

“Shit. Come on, let's get you to the hospital.” You try to help him down the hall but he stops you. 

“No.” he says in his weak voice. “I’m fine, kid. It’s just a little cough. Nothing to fret over. It’ll pass. But do me a favor, hun.” He shoves the stained tissue in his shirt pocket, ensuring it’s concealed. “Don’t mention this, alright? I don’t want everyone in a tizzy over me.”

Your self-centered feelings have quickly switched to worry for Joe’s health.

He pats your back before walking away, seemingly fine. 

But you know he’s not fine. He’ll do everything to convince you otherwise, but you know deep down something is seriously wrong. 

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

4:59 pm

2 hours and 31 minutes until showtime

“I can’t see fuckin’ shit out of these things.” 

You hear Josh’s voice ring throughout the arena as they’re working through a final soundcheck. He’s wearing his giant bejeweled sunglasses that serve no practical use as he’s tripping all over himself trying to navigate the stage. 

“Seriously, I can’t see a fuckin’ thing.”

“Take them off, you dumbass.” Sam says in his mic perched on his piano.

“Obviously that would ruin my look, Samuel.” He’s already dressed in his ensemble for tonight, looking wonderfully angelic. You’re doing your best to avert your gaze, but damn. He makes it difficult.

The two go back and forth with each other until finally Danny slams his cymbals and Jake plays an aggressive chord to get them to shut up.

You, Ivy and Julien are sitting in the audience seats watching the whole thing, cracking up laughing at their brotherly banter.

They finally manage to run through a few songs and you’re in awe over how easily it comes to them. Within seconds of bitching at each other, they play a song to perfection as if nothing had happened. 

They don’t bother running through the whole show, opting to just ‘wing it’ when it’s showtime. 

You can’t imagine that kind of mindset. You figure it’s because of how long they’ve been in the game. It comes so naturally for them, so authentically. Too much rehearsal might take away some of that authenticity for them. Aside from that, they just don’t need it. They are so in tune with each other that practice seems like a waste of time.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

5:33 pm

1 hour and 57 minutes until showtime

You had some intent behind choosing your stage outfit. You wanted something that felt like you, felt like Lilac Moon, and something with a little meaning behind it. 

A month ago, you had all finally narrowed down stage looks. 

“Why don’t we wear purple?” you had suggested after hours of trying to agree on something.

“Why the fuck would we do that?” Jay asked.

“Think about it, man.” said Julien.

“Oh my god, why the hell haven’t we thought of this before? You’re a genius, y/n.” said Ivy.

Not only is purple an obvious choice for a band with the color in its name, but it also made you think of a sweet memory with Josh, when he recalled a show of theirs you’d attended a few years ago and you wore a lilac colored dress with puffy sleeves. He loved it so much that he locked it away in his memory.

You wanted to mimic that look for nostalgic reasons.

You chose a purple skirt paired with a black top with sleeves almost identical to the ones on the dress you wore that Josh remembered every detail of. 

As you’re putting it on, you feel all the emotions you’d felt the day you talked with him about that memory. It’s a bit of a full circle moment for you as an artist and as a person, and it’s also a reminder of the sweetness of Josh. Regardless of everything over the last few months, he’s as warm as sunshine that never dims. He’s made a dent on your heart, and that is something you’ll never be able to deny, no matter how hard you try.

You sit next to Ivy at the vanity to finish your hair and makeup, talking and joking with her when you hear a knock at the door. 

“Come in.” you yell.

“Our hands are a bit full.” Josh says.

You get up to open the door to find Josh and Jake, each holding two drinks.

“Damn.” Jake mumbles as Ivy joins you at the door, adorned in her black sequined black crop top and purple velvet bell bottoms that accentuate her body perfectly. 

“What was that, Jacob?” she says slyly. 

“You look quite dashing.” he says as he walks through the doorway.

“Y/n you look absolutely, I mean you really look… well I haven’t the proper words.” Josh says to you as his eyes follow a path up and down your body.

“Fucking finally.” Jake jokes, making Ivy laugh.

“Thank you, Josh. Or, at least I think I should thank you. Is rendering Josh speechless a good thing?”

He smiles at you, “In this case, undoubtedly.” 

“We weren’t sure what you ladies liked to drink so we have options,” Jake says as they both set their drinks down on the coffee table. “We’ve got a tequila sunrise, a vodka lemonade, a salty dog and a bloody mary. Take your pick.” 

Ivy instantly grabs the bloody mary, a favorite of hers. 

“Ah, a woman of class. Good choice, Ivy.” says Jake. She thanks him as she takes a sip of her tomato drink.

You go for the vodka lemonade, to which Josh says “You don’t want the salty dog?”

“Absolutely not. Grapefruit makes me want to vomit.” 

Josh scoffs, “A salty dog is the perfect fruity and salty fusion that is both refreshing and intoxicating. To not enjoy it is to not enjoy happiness.” 

The twins hangout with the two of you as you add the final touches to your makeup and hair, finishing off all four drinks.

Jake decides to head back to the bar to grab a few more. Ivy joins him, leaving you and Josh alone.

“You know what you could use?” Josh asks.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll be right back.”

He runs full speed out of the room, returning almost as quickly as he left with a tote bag in his hand. He digs inside of it and pulls out a small box and a tube of eyelash glue.

He pulls a chair up to sit in front of you at the vanity, putting both of his legs on either side of yours as he takes a seat and scoots as close to you as he can.

“One thing I’ve learned since the last tour is you can never have enough sparkle.”

He opens the box containing a slew of rhinestones.

“Should I consider this my very own entry to the rhinestoned diaries?” you say with a little sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes and laughs, “Those are a work of pure art and you know it. Now, let’s see.” He tucks his bottom lip in his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as takes in the structure of your face. 

He holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, maneuvering you a bit to really get a good look at your features.

“We want to accentuate these lovely cheekbones of yours.” He runs a finger along your right cheek, the contact causing your breathing to stutter a bit. 

His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth as he strategically places dots of eyelash glue along the high points of your face.

He dumps out a few gems on the table, picking each one up with a pair of tweezers to place them over the dots of glue.

You can’t help but watch him, the way his nose twitches slightly as he meticulously places each stone, the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue gliding over his mouth every so often. He’s just so pretty.

He looks up into your eyes, catching your stare. He doesn’t say a word, just smiles. His beautiful, warm smile that demands a smile from you in return.

“Not that perfection needs any improvement.” he says as he places the final rhinestone. He stands up and turns your chair around so you’re facing the mirror. “Look at that. Just gorgeous.”

You smile at your reflection. As silly as you initially thought it was, you actually feel really beautiful.

And he’s right, you can never have enough sparkle.

He sits back down next to you, gathering up his things to take back to his room.

“You truly look stunning.” He says. “I’m not sure I want you going out there like that, might cause a bit of chaos from the crowd once they see you.” He laughs a little, smiling at you once again.

The all too familiar Josh-induced blush starts creeping up your rhinestoned cheeks.

“I doubt that. It’s not me everyones here to see, anyway.”

“After tonight you will be. I just know it.”

He moves closer to you, staring into your eyes with a look that speaks a thousand words. You start to lean into it, feeling drawn to him.

No, y/n. Don’t let him lead you on again. The roses, the rhinestones…he’s doing it again. This isn’t why you’re here. He’s just distracting you yet again from the only thing that matters.

You suddenly break eye contact and stand up, moving away from him. 

“We agreed to keep this professional, Josh. You need to stop.” You can’t bring yourself to look at him. This is hurting you, and you know looking at him will only make this so much worse. “I told you, my career is the most important thing. You don’t need to be leaving me roses or helping with my makeup. It's inappropriate.”

“I was just trying to be nice, y/n. I give roses to everyone, doesn’t mean anything more than a friendly gesture. It was just my way of welcoming you on tour. That’s all. Don’t read too much into it.”

His voice is much more stern than you had anticipated it would be, and you noted a bit of sarcasm. You can tell you struck a nerve but you decide to ignore it. It's almost time for the show and you can’t be bothered with this right now.

“Well, thank you for welcoming me. ” you say as you walk out of the door to head to the stage. You’re pissed that this happened minutes before your show. As if you’re not nervous enough.

You set it in the back of your mind, shaking it off and pulling yourself together so you’re able to give this performance your all. 

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

7:30 pm

Showtime

The four of you walk out on stage together, all holding hands. You look behind you to see Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny standing in a hidden spot behind the stage to watch. 

You’re struck still for a moment as you look out to the filled space that was barren just hours ago. Every seat is filled. Every spot is taken. They’re screaming, screaming for Lilac Moon. 

The stage lights shine brighter than the sun against your face on a hot summer afternoon. The vibrations of the screaming fans felt beneath your feet like a ship rocking against harsh waves.

The stage serves as your vessel and you the captain as you navigate the sea of 20,000 people.

It’s time.

You walk to your mic stand, Ivy situates her bass, Jay tucks his guitar strap under his arm just the way he likes and Julien takes his seat at his throne.

You can do this.

“How are we doing tonight, Nashville?”

There’s excitement painted on their faces as their eyes are fixed on you. You know you’ll tuck this image away in the depths of your memory to cherish as long as you live.

“It’s an honor to be here. Let’s do this!”

The music starts; you’re home.

Every fear you’d had has dissipated. 

You make use of the biggest stage your band has ever played on, moving all over it, letting the music guide your body.

You watch as their faces light up with each song, as their heads nod to the beat. Some start making hearts with their hands, a few even singing along with you.

After the fourth song, you hear a faint “I love you!” coming from the crowd, to which you respond with “I love you, too!”

Everyone screams, and you couldn’t pry your smile away if you tried. 

“We’ve got just a few more songs for you all, then we’ll make way for the star attraction.” 

The crowd gets even louder at the mention of the headliners. You realize you haven’t introduced the band yet, so you take a few moments before the next song to do so.

“We’re Nashville-born Lilac Moon, and I don’t know if you know this, but you’re the largest crowd we’ve ever stood before.” You pull the mic away as you take in the roar of the audience. “You’ve welcomed us with so much love and we can’t thank you enough for making us feel at home on this stage. This is the first night of the Starcatcher world tour, and it’s definitely one for the books.”

You move to the center of the stage and take a seat on the ledge. Jay grabs his acoustic while Ivy comes to sit on your right, sans bass with her mic in hand. Julien takes his cajón and sits on the left side of you.

“We’re going to play a little acoustic number, if that’s okay. I’m sure you’ll recognize this one. If you do, please sing along.”

One of the first songs you’d ever played together as a band was Imagine by John Lennon. It was the song that helped you find your sound; the sound of Lilac Moon. You’d incorporated it in shows as often as you could, always acoustically as that’s how you played it together the very first time.

It’s been a while since you brought this one to the stage. You had all agreed that tonight felt like the perfect opportunity to bring it back. 

Jay plays the first few chords and it seems the crowd recognizes the song almost instantly. You and Ivy switch back and forth singing the verses while harmonizing together with Julien during the chorus as he taps a subtle beat on his cajón. 

The crowd glows with twinkling lights coming from their phones, swaying back and forth and singing the lyrics to the beloved tune.

This moment feels like the most intimate experience you’ve ever shared with an audience, though this is the largest one you’ve ever played for. 

This right here, this is what it’s all about. The music, the unity, the love. It feels as though every obstacle in your life has led you to this very moment. It suddenly all feels worth it.

________________________

The last song has come to an end. As you take a bow with your bandmates, tears threaten to flee your eyes. 

It had all gone so beautifully, better than you could’ve imagined. 

You take out one of your in-ears to finally be met with the true sound of the audience that’s been muffled by the ear monitor. 

You take it all in, the boisterous, beautiful sounds of 20,000 people cheering for Lilac Moon.

“Thank you, Nashville!” is all you can manage to say before heading off the stage just in time to avoid going over your 45 minute time slot.

You leave the stage to Sammy, Danny and Jake all congratulating you, giving you hugs and kisses on your cheeks, but you can’t help but notice that Josh is no longer here.

Seriously? He couldn’t even stay for the whole thing?

You start to head back towards the hallway your dressing rooms are in to find him when you’re stopped by Julien grabbing you, Ivy and Jay in a massive group hug.

“I love you guys, dammit. I’m so proud to do this with the three of you.” he says through choked back tears.

Joe comes up to join you all. He’s absolutely elated, so proud of you all that he can’t stop praising you. 

It’s an emotional moment, and you’re angry. 

You’re angry that your only thought right now is Josh. He’s taken over so drastically that you can’t even be present right now with your band, your family, after undeniably the best performance you’ve ever put on.

All you can think about is him.

While everyone is hugging and cheering for each other, you manage to slip away, unable to free him from your mind. You have to know where he is, you need to find him.

You quickly make your way down the hall, stopping first at his dressing room. No luck.

You check each of their rooms that are all empty.

You decide as a last ditch effort to check your room. 

You open the door and as you walk in, you see Josh sitting at your vanity.

“Josh, what are you doing in here?”

His head is in his hands, his leg bouncing wildly as he has yet to look at you.

You ask him if he’s okay before he sighs loudly while finally standing up. 

“No, I’m not okay, y/n.” he says as he walks up to you.

His hands quickly find your waist, squeezing you with his fingertips.

There’s a fire igniting in the pit of your stomach. His touch is much more heated than ever before. You're fighting against the trembles of your body. 

“I know that we decided not to take things any further,” he says as his eyes are fixed on where his hands rest, “but I can’t watch you out there and not want you.”

He darts his eyes to yours. “I want you, y/n. I need you. Like I need the air in my lungs. Watching you out there, so mystifying, so goddamn beautiful. I can’t take it. I won’t be able to do this every night.”

You can’t fight your body much longer. His words are like sugar laced with honey. 

You don’t speak, and before you can think twice about it, your lips crash hard with his.

“You…” he says between attacking your lips “...are so fucking incredible.”

He shuts the door before pushing your body up against it. 

You lift your leg to wrap it around his waist, his hand kneading the flesh of your thigh.

You grab hold of his curls, forcing his body to press harder against yours.

As close as he is, you need him even closer. You need to feel him everywhere. 

He licks and sucks on your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps on the wet skin.

“Josh…”

He groans in your ear, not relenting a bit.

“Josh…it’s almost time for you to get out there. I don’t want…” he pulls your skin between his teeth, sucking and nibbling as you lose all inhibition. 

The moan that escapes you is louder than you would have liked, you’re almost sure someone heard. You simply can’t bring yourself to care.

He pulls tighter on your thigh, moving his hand up to your hip under your skirt. He grips you tighter, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem of your thong.

He pulls you closer until you’re pressed against him, feeling his cock harden against you. 

You start grinding yourself on him, his hand on your hip helping to move you just right against him. 

“Fuck…” he whispers in your ear. His jaw is beautifully clenched, his eyes squeezed shut as he moves his body along with yours.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door that you're leaned up against.

“Josh? Are you in there? Come on we have to fucking go! The curtains about to drop!” Jake yells.

“Josh, go.” you say with heavy reluctance.

“You can’t expect me to go out there like this.”

You look down and notice his massive erection straining against his skin tight pants.

“You don’t have a choice, Joshy.” you say as you kiss his cheek and he lightly slaps your ass before opening the door.

“God, I can’t wait to get off that stage.”

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

You and Ivy stand by Jake’s side of the stage near the crowd, enjoying their magnetic performance. 

It’s like you’re back in 2018, traveling all over together to catch their shows and having the absolute time of your lives. 

So much has changed since then, but somehow it all feels the same still yet.

You catch Josh looking over in your direction often, eliciting screams from the fans you’re standing close to.

After Josh throws out his signature white roses, the show comes to an extravagant end. Of no surprise to you, the crowd is going absolutely crazy over them. 

They rush off the stage and instantly their crew is tearing the set down to pack up for the next show. You and Ivy are caught by fans asking for photos and autographs and giving you their bracelets they had made for the show. You stay back and talk with them for a while, answering all of their questions about your band and how you made it here. They’re all so sweet and excited to be talking with you, and it warms your heart.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

He’s covered in sweat, the sheen on his skin giving him the most glorious glow.

He rips his jacket off and throws it across the room. 

You walk up to him, putting your hands on his bare chest. His pecks are so hard and hot under your touch as you skim your fingers over him, brushing against his nipples as you wander down a little further to his stomach that’s clenching against your fingertips.

“I’m so sweaty, y/n. Why don’t you let me get cleaned up?”

You put your fingers to his mouth, dragging his bottom lip down. “No. I want you. Now. Just like this.”

A smirk graces his lips, his eyes heavy and full of lust as he watches your hands explore his body. 

You tug on the button of his pants until it’s free from the loop it was secured in. 

You slowly pull his fly down, noticing that he’s stopped breathing entirely.

“Breathe, Josh. It’s just me.”

He huffs a nervous laugh. “Yeah, just you. I’ve imagined this more times than I’ll admit.”

“What have you imagined?” you say as you continue pulling his fly down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You finally pull it down completely, pulling his pants open a little before your hands make their way back to his sweat covered chest. 

You’re still high from the show, adrenaline running wild as you get the nerve to speak to him and touch him this way.

“I’ve imagined how you’d feel, how you’d sound…full of my cock…your pretty mouth wrapped around it…” he plants the gentlest kiss to your lips, holding the pulse point of your neck, “…that beautiful voice of yours singing my name…” his hands have found your breasts, still covered by your top, “…a sweet song only for me. I can’t wait to learn every pretty sound you make.”

You reach your hand through the open fly of his satin pants. You run your fingers lightly over his shaft, shocked over his size and how he’s throbbing against your gentle touch. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he lets out a high pitched, beautiful whimper.

“I’m excited to hear all of your pretty sounds, Josh.”

He giggles breathlessly as you plant kisses all over his chest and neck, still running your fingers along his length, toying with him a bit. You relish in this moment of control, how he’s crumbling under the slightest contact from you. The sounds he’s making, the labored breathing. It’s as though he could melt at any moment.

You reach your hand down further, taking his entire cock in your hand. The sound he lets out reverberates through the dressing room.

You slowly make your way down to your knees, looking up at his sleepy grin, when suddenly…

Why the fuck didn’t I lock the door.

You’re both too shocked to move as Ivy walks in completely oblivious to what’s happening.

“OH! Holy shit, oh fuck!” she yells when she realizes, dramatically slamming the door shut. 

As embarrassed as you are right now, you’re thanking every god in the universe that it was just Ivy who walked in and not anyone else. 

You stand up immediately, still reeling with humiliation as Josh starts zipping his pants back up. 

“So much for right now, huh?” He laughs nervously. “I’m thinking maybe we should put this on hold.”

You put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry, Josh.” 

He laughs as he grabs you in a hug. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

“We’ll finish where we left off soon, I promise.” you say quietly in his ear.

“I’m holding you to that.” he says as he kisses your forehead before opening the door to leave. 

Ivy is still standing on the other side of it, shielding her face as he walks out. He looks at her with a smug grin. “Sup?” he says with a nod of his head while he walks past her. 

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” she says. “Were you giving him head or were you helping him tie his fucking loafers?” 

“Well, I was going to give him head until the world's biggest cock block barged in.” 

You’re both caught in a fit of laughter trying to pack everything up. You only have about 20 minutes until you have to leave the venue so you’re in a bit of a rush.

“Are you still staying with me tonight?” you ask.

“Well, that’s what I was going to talk to you about.” 

You stop to look at her, waiting for whatever it is she’s gearing up to tell you.

“Jake was telling me about his custom Fender jazz bass, and I told him I’d love to see it but it’s at his house so…I’m going over there tonight.”

You look at her with wide eyes and a huge smile. “You’re going over to see his super cool bass, huh?”

She giggles maniacally, “Yes, y/n. Just to see his super cool bass.”

“Also,” she continues, “we’re taking my car, so I guess you’ll just have to have Josh take you home.” she says with a wink as she zips her makeup bag shut.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

You had asked Josh for a ride, and of course he couldn’t turn you down. 

He asked if you wanted to come to his place for a bit and without hesitation you said yes. 

You’re in his room, sitting on his bed as he insisted on taking a shower as soon as he walked in the door of his home.

“I usually try to take showers at the venues before we have to leave,” he says as he opens the glass shower door. “but for some reason I just didn’t have time for that tonight.” he says through  a laugh.

There’s a small opening in the master bathroom door, just enough for you to be able to see him in the mist. You try to keep from staring at him but he makes it impossible. He’s stunning. His sculpted, wet body is far too enticing.

He’s still talking, saying whatever pops in his mind as the bathroom begins to fill with steam. You hear his voice, but your mind has stopped comprehending his words. 

Without much thought, you stand up and make your way to the bathroom. He’s facing away from the shower door so he’s oblivious to the fact that you’re here.

You start removing your clothing. Feeling the most courageous you’ve ever felt, you open the shower door and slowly make your way inside.

Josh stops what he’s doing, his back still facing you, as it seems he’s noticed your arrival. He turns around, eyes locked in on your nude figure.

“I was wondering when you’d give in.” he says through a smile. 

You step into the water, letting it drench your skin in warmth and soak your hair as you make you way closer to him. His hands trace up and down your now wet body as you reach up to slick his hair back. He moves closer, pressing his body against yours as his hands move to cup your face. His eyes dart back and forth between yours and your lips before he slowly leans in, kissing you gently before stepping away.

He grabs a bottle of body wash, opens it and begins pouring it over your chest. He massages it into your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his slick fingers. With the same bottle, you follow suit, pouring it over him and watching the suds cascade down his toned frame. You run your hands over him, just as he did you, rubbing the sandalwood scented lather into his chest and flexed torso. 

You both go without saying a word to each other. The intimacy of this moment is one that should only be spoken with touch, lips only moving to embrace the other. 

He then washes your hair as you do the same for him, silence still lingering as your lips leave willful kisses on one another.

He moves his hands to the small of your back, then reaches down to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass as he licks and kisses along your neck. His nearly throbbing cock rests between your thighs, gently nudging at your hardened bud. You reach your hand down to stoke it, pushing his head against your clit. 

You pump him against you a few times before sinking down to your knees. 

You look up at him, noting that same sleepy grin from earlier in the dressing room. “Just keeping my promise.”

You kiss the tip of his cock, leaving kitten licks along the underside of his head before slowly sinking him all the way in your mouth.  

You bob your head as you swallow as much of him as you can, his hand buried in your wet hair as he lets you take the lead. 

“Look at me baby, look at me.” You do as he says, keeping your eyes on him as you take him deeper and deeper down your throat. “So beautiful like that. So fucking beautiful taking it all.” 

He bucks his hips a little, shoving himself in further. The moan that escapes him echoes off the shower walls. Such a pretty sound and all you want is to make him sound like that over and over again. 

“Fuck. Come here, sweet girl.” He leans down to pick you up. You wrap your legs around him as he holds you with one hand and pushes the shower door open with the other. 

Without even bothering to turn off the water, he takes you into his bedroom and lays you down on your back and leans over you with his arm propping him up. You’re both still soaking wet, his body dripping all over yours, his hair still slicked back from the water with only a few wet curls hanging over his face.

He looks into your eyes, lips pouting and eyes heavy.

“Josh, I…I need to tell you something.” Your voice is shaky, his face now full of concern and worry.

“Are you okay, y/n? Oh shit. I’m taking this too far, you’re not ready. Fuck. I’m so sorry, we can sto-” you shush him by placing your fingers over his wet lips.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to stop. I just…I’m embarrassed to tell you this, but I feel like I need to.” 

“Tell me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just me.”

“Well, I’ve never…” you take in a long breath, regretting even bringing it up but knowing that you’re too far into it and you have to say something. “I’ve never finished before. Not with a partner, anyway.”

Josh is silent. He moves back to sit on his heels at the end of the bed. 

You panic, thinking you’ve just ruined everything as you quickly sit up to meet him.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that. That was so stupid of me, I-” 

Now he’s the one placing his finger on your lip to stop you in your nervous rambling.

He grins at you, “Is that a challenge, sweet girl?” 

He presses his palm against your chest to lay you back down. His fingers drag across your hardened nipples as he leans down to place open mouthed kisses down your belly.

“You know,” he says, lips hovering over you, “one of the main reasons women don’t experience orgasms from a partner” his tongue dances around your belly button as water droplets from his hair paint your skin, “is because their partner doesn’t take the time to learn their body.” 

He moves back up to your face, cupping your jaw with one hand as the other moves to the side of your head to hold him up.

“This body deserves pleasure. This body should be worshiped, and that’s what I intend to do.”

You whimper at his sentiment. Never has anyone wanted to dedicate time to your body, to your satisfaction. You’ve always been the giver in bed, but you somehow knew Josh would be different. That’s why you felt you could tell him about never having been pleasured fully.

Now, your body is vibrating with need and want, ready for whatever this beautiful man has planned for you.

His hand moves from you face down to your inner thigh, massaging it as he moves closer and closer to your desperate core.

“Is this okay?” he says softly. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yes, Josh. Please touch me.”

His fingers dip between your folds. His index rubs slow and intentional circles over your clit. 

With hardly a touch, he’s already bringing you closer than you’ve ever been with anyone. You’re unsure if it’s his presence, or if he truly is just that skilled. 

“Oh, Josh…”

“Yeah? Feel good, sweet girl?”

“God, it feels damn good.” 

“Can I put one inside?”

“Ple-please, Josh…” you whisper.

He gently slides his middle finger inside, all the way to the knuckle before sliding it back out and pushing in again. 

“Another?” His voice is a quiet groan, a pitch you’ve never heard from him.

“Yes Josh, please.” 

He pulls all the way out, then adds his index finger alongside, both gliding in together. You gasp and cry out at the feeling. You had never noticed the size of fingers until they became buried in your throbbing cunt. 

“Tell me, y/n.” His fingers pick up their pace as your pussy sucks them in, creating the most delicious and obscene sounds. “Tell me how you make yourself cum.” 

You’re suddenly hit with a wave of shyness. You’ve never been one to vocalize much in bed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl. Tell me. I want to hear how you make this pretty pussy feel good.”

His fingers come to a still. He curls them inside and pushes against a newly discovered spot with his fingertips. A strangled cry breaks from you. No one has ever found this spot within you, and it took him only a matter of minutes.

“I…” high pitched whispers are all you can manage as speaking is near impossible. “I like to put my fingers inside, as far as I can. And I use my vibrator on my clit…feels so good.” 

He groans, leaning down to drop a kiss to your chest. “I bet you look so beautiful when you cum.”

His fingers begin moving in and out again, brushing against your hidden spot over and over. The only word you are capable of is his name as it leaves your mouth in a melody of whimpers and moans. It builds up inside of you, threatening to burst at any second. 

All of a sudden you feel yourself become nervous, tensing up, fearful of letting your body give in. 

“Hey, don’t do that. Get out of your head, just let go. Let go, y/n.” His voice is soft as velvet, acting as both a comfort and a catalyst in bringing your body back to the brink.

It’s building up again, this time quicker and more intense. You let yourself submit fully to his touch. 

“There you go, there you go…I can feel it. You’ll give it to me, yeah?” His deep voice pulls it from you, and suddenly you’re enveloped in a wave of ecstasy so intense. Every cell in your body alight; every part of you in the flames of a brand new pleasure. 

You sing a chorus of obscenities mixed with his name, your new favorite word to lay on your tongue.

“The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. You’re a fucking angel.”

He works you through it, slowing his fingers before pulling them out. He brings his hand up, fingers glistening. A mark of your pleasure. 

He licks along his coated digits, humming and rolling his eyes in the back of his head. “God…I need to taste you…s’that okay? Can I taste your sweet pussy?” 

You’re still coming down from the most glorious high as you can only nod your head, desperate to feel his mouth on you. 

He dips down between your thighs. His wet hair rests against your heated skin as he licks a long, slow stripe between your folds. He’s drinking you up, kissing and lapping at your juices from your climax. 

“Mm, sweet as honey.” He flicks your tingling bud with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking it into his warm mouth. 

You’ve watched this man sing for years. You’ve always been intrigued by the way his mouth moves, the way he uses his tongue to reach the most beautiful high notes. His mouth is moving on you in the same ways it does on stage, only this time, you’re his microphone as he hums an erotic melody into you.

With two fingers, he spreads your lips open wider, sucking and kissing every inch. You start to writhe beneath him while you’re on the verge of overstimulation. He drops one last kiss to your clit before coming up to meet your face. 

“How was it?” he asks, his nose nudging against your cheek while leaving wet kisses along its path.

“Oh my fucking god, Josh…I had no idea what I had been missing, christ..”

He softly laughs in your ear, “I hope you’re not just trying to boost my ego.”

His lips find yours, his tongue dancing inside your mouth as you taste yourself on him.

“Sweet girl, are you ready for me?”

You smile at the pet name that he’s repeated over and over tonight, loving the way it sounds when he says it. 

“Please, baby.” you say.

“Gonna go slow, okay? I just need to feel you a little bit.”

He nudges the tip in just slightly, pushing in slowly and checking on you each time he pushes in further.

He’s big. The stretch from him is one you’ve never felt before, but one you want to feel again and again. 

He’s finally filled you up completely, giving you a moment to adjust to him.

“Josh, please baby. Fuck me..”

He pulls out almost all the way before slowly pushing back inside of you, holding your face with one hand as the other reaches down to rub soft circles on your aching clit.

He fucks you just like this for a moment, with slow and long thrusts. You feel every inch of him inside of you as he slides in and out. 

“Faster baby, please fuck me faster.” You move your hips into his, desperate to chase even more him.

He smiles at you, eyes heavy and dark. “Slow down, sweet girl. Just feel me, okay?”

He thrusts himself all the way inside of you, all the way to the hilt. He looks down to where you two are connected, admiring how your body looks completely full of his cock.

“I don’t just fuck. I make love.” 

His words send a flood to your core as you’re nearing another wave with him tucked all the way inside of you. His tip is nudging perfectly against that hidden spot from within you that his fingers helped you discover. 

“Talk to me, y/n. Tell me how it feels.” 

He starts sliding in and out of you again, picking up his pace just a little.

“Feels full,” you say through the whines and whimpers that you can’t conceal. “feels like I’m being filled all the way. You feel so good, Josh. So fucking good.” He sends a harder thrust into you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

“I will never get tired of hearing that pretty voice of yours.” 

He lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, finally picking up his pace as he fucks himself harder and faster into you. 

“Give me another one, sweet girl.”

Within an instant you’re thrown back into the precipice of bliss as he pulls it from you, this one even more consuming than the first one. 

You cry out his name again, nearly screaming it at the top of your lungs as the pleasure is so intense and powerful.

He finishes right alongside you. He paints the inside of you, filling you even more. 

“My god,” he says, panting his breath. “you’re a fucking goddess. This body…this body deserves every praise.” 

You grab his face and pull it towards yours, tangling your fingers in his still wet hair as you kiss his lips. 

You stay just like this for a while. Him still tucked inside of you as you enjoy each other, kissing and giggling against each other's skin.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” 

He carefully pulls out of you as you hiss at the slight sting. 

He lays down beside you, caressing your face and body as you’re relaxed nearly to sleep.

Suddenly, you hear your phone vibrating in your bag that’s sitting in the chair across his bedroom. 

You start to lift up to go get it when he stops you. “You stay put.” he says as he walks over to get your bag for you.

You pull out your phone to see you have 12 missed calls, all from Jay. 

You’re not sure what he could possibly want from you at this hour, but you figure it’s important if he’s being this persistent. 

Just as you’re about to text him, he’s calling again.

“Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you, y/n? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you forever!”

He sounds frantic, completely out of it.

“What's going on, Jay?”

Josh hears Jay yelling on the phone and moves closer to you, trying as hard as you are to figure out what is going on.

“It’s Joe, y/n. He collapsed when we were leaving the venue.  He’s in the hospital and it doesn’t fucking look good.”

To be continued…

taglist:

@jakeyt @fwzco @jessicafg03 @blissfulbellss @jakekiszkapunchmeintheface @arsonkween @sicksadandrad @gretavansara @witchofendora @andtherestishistory13 @madneedshelp @myleftsock @aintthatapity @itsdannysworld @gvfmarge @sierrahhh @gvf-ficreads @surfgreensam @joshstambo @thetroublegetssoloud71 @psychedelicsprinkles @jjwasneverhere @stardustcordzz @notthedroidz @sinarainbows @kiszkashousee @jaaakeeey @tamboswife @kiszkatwinflame @slaythelightfantastic

here's a little playlist i put together of what, to me, lilac moon would sound like. enjoy. 🤍

a/n: lilac moon will be put on a brief hiatus after this chapter. it won't be long, i promise. 🤍

please don't ever hesitate to let me know what you think. your feedback means the world to me. love you all SO much.

[voidvannie]

꒰ఎ KAELYN BURROW ━━━━ NONSENSE AU

ᥫ᭡𓆪┊GET TO KNOW KAELYN !

┍                                      ┑

⋆✩⋆ ─── meet kaelyn

┖                                      ┙

kaelyn’s proflie ─── ⋆✩⋆

୨୧ Full Name ─── Kaelyn Jo-Anne Burrow ୨୧ Nicknames ─── Kae, KJ, Jojo, Little Burrow, Baby B ୨୧ Date of Birth ─── May 11, 2003 ୨୧ Hometown ─── Ames, Iowa ୨୧ Family ─── Joe Burrow ୨୧ Face Claim ─── Sabrina Carpenter

୨୧ Favorite Animal ─── Kittens ୨୧ Favorite Drink ─── Water, Mountain Dew ୨୧ Favorite Food ─── Chicken nuggets ୨୧ Favorite Celebrity ─── Ja'Marr Chase ୨୧ Favorite Movie ─── Legally Blonde ୨୧ Favorite Color ─── Red ୨୧ Favorite Season ─── Winter ୨୧ Favorite Holiday ─── Halloween

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪┊EXTRA FACTS!

୨୧ she's super close with joe despite the seven-year age difference. ୨୧ joe is super proud of all of her hard work and dedication in everything that she does. ୨୧ the entire bangles team buys her merch and listens to her music in the locker room even if they don't admit it to anyone. ୨୧ growing up, she wanted to be famous so bad that she begged her parents to let her audition for acting gigs, and later she started putting out music. ୨୧ she lives on her own out in la, but she has her own bedroom at joe's house in cincinnati for when she visits or just wants to get away for a while. ୨୧ her and olivia are absolute best friends and it warms joe's heart to have two of the most important women in his life being so close to one another. ୨୧ even though her brother plays in the nfl, she's a huge nhl fan, but most specifically she's a jersey devil's fan. ୨୧ her best friend is joey king. ୨୧ she loves anything sweet, but she's a big sucker for donuts. ୨୧ she's not a real blonde but keeps up with dying her hair because she doesn't like her original hair color. ୨୧ she calls joe almost every day but she'll call him more than once when she's really missing her brother. ୨୧ she dated her girl meets world costar, tanner buchanan, in 2016 before the two split in 2018 on mutual terms. ୨୧ during the summer, when she's not on tour, she's spending time at the lake house with the boys, but she leaves early to make sure she sees her brother before their schedules get hectic. ୨୧ she will NOT eat mcdonald's, she's told herself that she can't have it and she's sticking to it. ୨୧ she prefers waffles over pancakes and cupcakes over cake. ୨୧ she's allergic to nuts and makes sure to keep her epipen with her at all times. ୨୧ joe is her emergency contact so the one time in the summer where she accidently eats something with nuts (the boys at the lake house freaking out during) he jumps on the first flight to michigan just to check on her. ୨୧ she doesn't keep in touch with any of her girl meets world co-stars, but she has kept in contact with corey (her closest male friend) and sometimes she's seen commenting on peyton meyers instagram. ୨୧ she hates her middle name and knows she's in trouble when her parents (and even joe) call her by her first and middle name. ୨୧ she has a small butterfly tattoo behind her ear that she got matching with olivia. ୨୧ she has a necklace that was given to her from ja'marr chase for her birthday with a diamond encrusted plaque of her name that she never takes off. ୨୧ to add to the necklace from ja'marr, she had a shorter necklace that has jacks' initials hanging from it that he gave her that she also hardly ever takes off.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪┊KAELYN & JACK'S TIMELINE!

୨୧ in 2021, she was on james cordan where she played 'spill your guts' and admitted to having a thing for new jersey devil's player, jack hughes. ୨୧ after the episode aired, everyone on the internet freaked out, making sure to tag the devil's center player in everything. ୨୧ jack was seen commenting on her instagram just a few days after the episode aired. ୨୧ joe, being the overprotective big brother that he is, made sure he did his research on the hockey plater before approving of them. ୨୧ their relationship was confirmed in june of 2021 when he posted pictures of her from a concert he went to while she was on tour with the caption, "my girl❤️". ୨୧ jack's family adores kaelyn, her and luke ending up being the best of friends due to being the same age.