#hes a confused precious bean

[seokmashu]

제러즈~~~ 자이언트 베이비 하고 캐남 보이 왔다 ㅋㅋㅋ 요새 너무 더워서 당 떠러줄 수 있어서 잘 챙겨 먹어야 해! 그래서 항상 달콤한 아이스키림 먹고 있는데, 추천 아이스크림 주세요🍦우리 내일 먹을게요 🤤 아무튼 사랑한다~ 내일 또 보자 ❤️

Zerose~~~ Giant Baby and Canadian Boy are here kekeke It's so hot these days your sugar levels could drop, so you have to eat properly! That's why I'm always eating sweet ice cream, please give me ice cream recommendations🍦 I'll eat them tomorrow 🤤 Anyways, I love you~ See you again tomorrow ❤️

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[devilish-cherry]

gojo relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ gojo x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ my other works

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: poll results are in and everyone's favorite menace won. i had the absolute best time writing these lmao i hope you all enjoy, and thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! also this is my 100th post which is wild. thank you all for sticking around while i post unhinged feelings about fictional men 🩵

₊⊹. gojo is the type to yell your name dramatically across crowded places just to wave enthusiastically and point at you like you're a celebrity. strangers stare. you die inside.

₊⊹. whenever you call him 'satoru' in a serious tone, he immediately gets suspicious. "who died? are we fighting? did i leave the stove on? wait. did nanami finally snap?"

₊⊹. you once jokingly said you could never date a guy who doesn't cry at movies. gojo, offended by the insinuation, forces himself to cry watching finding nemo. he's sobbing. ugly sobbing. "he misplaced his son..." he croaks, wiping a tear with a stray kit kat wrapper.

₊⊹. gojo's love language is physical touch. if you're not touching, he will fix that immediately. sits on your lap. leans over your shoulder. once nuzzled into your side and muttered, "i have to recharge. you're my emotional powerbank."

₊⊹. he once got jealous of your dog. your dog. "he gets cuddles all day and i get, what? a single forehead kiss? this is rigged."

₊⊹. gojo is physically incapable of passing an arcade without trying to win you a stuffed animal. you now have an army of plushies he insists are your "children" complete with backstories and family drama.

₊⊹. if you leave your phone unattended, you'll return to find dozens of extremely zoomed-in selfies of him making dumb faces saved on your phone. "you're welcome for the new wallpaper."

₊⊹. if he notices you're tired, he immediately insists on carrying you bridal style. doesn't matter if you're in public, grocery shopping, or in the middle of crossing the street.

₊⊹. he routinely calls you ridiculous pet names just to embarrass you in public. expect gems like "my precious cinnamon bun," "divine snuggle muffin," or simply "sweetest bean of my life." when strangers stare, he just winks at you and whispers loudly, "they just wish they had what we have."

₊⊹. gojo insists on celebrating absurd anniversaries, like "three months since we first shared a spoon."

₊⊹. you forgot to text him good morning one time. one time. that day, he texted you, "Feeling ugly and unblessed. Might perish. Hope you're well."

₊⊹. he leaves sticky notes everywhere, from your fridge to your bathroom mirror, filled with overly flattering comments and crude doodles of himself crowned king.

₊⊹. gojo genuinely believes every single minor inconvenience you experience is an attack on his person. the coffee machine breaks? obviously the work of a cursed spirit. traffic jam? definitely a conspiracy by the higher-ups.

₊⊹. he sends you photos from random places captioned "Thinking of you. <3" you'll open your phone to see a zoomed-in pic of a traffic cone. or a pigeon. or nanami with a blurry rage face in the background.

₊⊹. gojo is touchy. like, casually-throws-an-arm-around-your-shoulders-and-slowly-morphs-into-a-koala levels of clingy. you've had full conversations while he was literally hanging off your back like a six-foot toddler.

₊⊹. he genuinely sulks if you laugh harder at someone else's joke, muttering dramatically, "guess i'll just retire now. comedy career over."

₊⊹. he casually gives you extravagant gifts with absurd reasoning. "here's a diamond-encrusted pen. because you scribbled a heart on a napkin once."

₊⊹. when you compliment him in public, he always loudly gasps like a scandalized debutante. "oh my god, stop! you're going to make me blush. you're embarrassing me in front of my adoring fans!" the fans in question are confused bystanders and one traumatized child.

₊⊹. when you're sad, he gets oddly quiet. he sits beside you and lets you lean into him. no jokes. just warm silence and the occasional thumb stroke over your hand. he doesn't need to say much. you know he's there. always.

₊⊹. he will purposely steal your spot on the couch then dramatically offer it back as a grand romantic gesture.

₊⊹. one time, gojo accidentally sent a ridiculous lovey-dovey text intended for you to nanami. he still hasn't recovered from nanami's deadpan, "Wrong person. And seek help."

₊⊹. whenever he cooks, it's either a michelin star worthy masterpiece or a fire hazard waiting to happen. he proudly calls it "experimental cooking."

₊⊹. if you're walking together and someone hits on you, gojo will not play it cool. he'll put both arms around you like a scarf and start loudly talking about your shared bank account and imaginary child.

₊⊹. once, gojo woke you up at 3 a.m. because he had a dream you cheated on him. "it wasn't even real, and i'm still emotionally wounded. comfort me. pet my hair."

₊⊹. he claims he can "feel when you're sad" from miles away. you once tested this by sighing loudly into your tea, and approximately 4.3 seconds later, he burst through the window like a disney prince on crack.

₊⊹. you caught him talking to himself in the mirror. not just talking. arguing. "no, you're too powerful and sexy. stop it. no you stop—" you walk in. you both freeze. "...this is a private moment," he says. you never speak of it again.

₊⊹. he thinks you're the funniest person alive. you told one mildly decent joke at a party. he laughed for five minutes. cackling. wheezing. nearly crying. everyone else was confused. "i'm dating a comedian," he gasped, holding his stomach. he references the joke in random conversations like it's a cultural landmark.

₊⊹. despite his eccentric behavior, gojo quietly cherishes every moment with you. behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, he softly whispers, "you might just be the best thing that's ever happened to me."

[igotanidea]

Too hot to handle: Jason Todd x reader

SMUT MDNI!

As usual sorry for all the typos, grammar mistakes etc. I really had to post it XD

***

Y/N was fuming.

For no reason at all, falling down the internet hole, she found herself on some stupid forum for stupid horny women who couldn't keep it in their pants.

Clearly those bitches were getting hot and bothered for Red Hood, shamelessly sharing their dirty thoughts and comments on some parts of his body and the things he'd let him do if--

Fuck.

She could have Tim or Babs trace their IP addresses in a second and could pay them a visit of a very possessive, angered and super jealous girlfriend.

Her hands were almost itching to write a few spicy comments herself, spilling the beans of whose body Red Hood was touching almost every night. Whose lips he was devouring. Whose most sensitive parts he was tasting with his tongue, begging for as much as a drop of sweetness. Whose moans and gasps he got to hear, whose voice was his drug, whose curves he was worshiping on his knees.

Obviously, she couldn't do that, but the thought of Jason's muscled body on top of her, his hands tracing her skin and joining her in the intimate dance had a side effect seeping through her panties. 

She needed him. 

With the need that could not be satisfied with her fingers or even the toys she had stacked safely in the locked bottom drawer.

Jason ...

Come home...

Can't you sense how much I want you now...

She almost prayed to the moon on the sky to bring her lover back to her. 

***

That little tingling on his skin was something new and as much as he hated to put the thought into words, it was like a spider-sense. The one of Y/N’s second favorite self-appointed hero – spiderman.

Y/n…

Was that feeling because she was in danger?

Did someone hurt her? Did anyone dare lay a finger on his precious girl?

Jason gritted his teeth, clenching fists, anger at a purely potential enemy flooded his brain.

It was a quiet night either way, giving him a perfect opportunity to take a quick detour and check on his angel. Just a look and assurance that she was safe, to help him keep going and push him through all the shit and doubts.

Y/n….

***

He did not expect her to sit in front of Netflix at 2 am. She had work in the morning so why on earth was she watching the series?

“Hey!” he called, probably a little bit too loud, causing her to jump on the couch and almost drop the mug. “Sorry…”

“Next time give me a heads up, will you?” she muttered with a pout.

“Um- okay. What’s with the attitude?”

“Nothing.” Y/N scoffed angrily, turning back to the TV.

“Can I please get my girlfriend back? You know, the other one? Nice and caring? The one who would ask me if I’m hurt or maybe need patching or a post-patrol kiss?” Jason teased moving in front of the screen, successfully blocking it from her view. “Wait… Y/N, are you watching “Too hot to handle?" His laugh filled the room, because honestly that might have been the funniest thing in the whole week. His serious, a bit reserved, goody-two-shoes girl had her eyes on the show about horny singles.

“Shut up…”

“Oh, I will most definitely not shut up about it. Are you hinting at something, here? Cause you know, you don’t need a show like this if—” he switched a little, coming closer and leaning over her silhouette on the couch

“Shut up, Jason!”

“Whoa!” his hands raised in feigned surrender “someone’s feisty today, aren’t you?”

“I’m not feisty. I’m furious!”

“At what?”

“Girls!”

“Wait, what?” Jason frowned “I am confused.

“Girls! Women! The ones who are trying to bang and –”

“I thought you liked banging?” he sent her a knowing smirk

“Jason!”

 “Come on, sunshine, you cannot hide that blush.” He pointed out, brushing fingers over her reddened cheeks, raising her head so she had to look into his eyes “What’s gotten into you? Tell me the truth.”

“Stupid internet.”

“Mhm. Okay. Care to elaborate?”

“Did you know the girls are getting hot for the Red Hood on some stupid forum?”

“Nope. Did not. But… did it make you jealous?” he smirked, expecting her to deny and squirm in embarrassment that he accused her of such low feelings.

“Yeah…” Much to his surprise, she decided to be honest. It truly was a strange night. “Yeah, I was. Jealous and furious. Hence the “Too hot to handle” marathon.”

“Hm? Can’t see the correlation.”

“It’s so shallow and selfish and mean, but – the show is so silly and most possibly fabricated. I may, or may not have been trying to diminish women who are openly horny….?” Her voice became barely audible at the end, as if she was ashamed to admit her own .

“Oh, you silly little one.” Jason laughed, pulling her onto his lap and brushing hair out of her forehead. “You could have led with that.” His lips brushed over her forehead

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You should have told me, that coming across girls leching over me-“

“Over Red Hood!” she interrupted and he only laughed again.

“Over me” he underlined  “- got your knickers in a twist.”

“It did not!”

Great, now she was trying to deny it. Too bad it was too late and he was in the mood for the games anymore. He felt the need to assure her that she was the one, though also expressing appreciation for said open horniness and for a little bit of jealousy. It made his ego soar.

“Didn’t it?” he teased, grabbing onto her waist and laying her on her back, hovering over her, moving fingers up her leg, until it reached the hem of her sleeping shorts. “Maybe I should check myself then?”

His hand brushed over the inside of her thigh, causing her to let out a sharp exhale.

“Oh, right… My little minx is not wearing panties at all. So it seems like you have been telling the truth after all. You did not get them in a twist…”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her, a sudden sweet distraction allowing him to yank those silly little shorts down, exposing her want without any care in the world. Opening her legs and wrapping them on his waist, without breaking the kiss for even a second, Jason pressed his weight on her, distributing it evenly on his forearms, to not crash her.

“Mmm. Tease.”

“And you love every second of it.” He smirked, grinding against her core, sacrificing his favorite tactical pants to her warmth and wetness. Not much of an exorbitant price for what was waiting at the finish line.

And even though it was just the beginning of the marathon, they were already gasping heavily, grasping onto each other, pulling each other closer and closer. She was so needy and he loved it. The more bothered she was, the easier it got for him to end on the winner’s podium. His cock was hardening by a second, making it almost painful to be kept in the pants, but he was holding back.

“Jason…” she moaned, reaching down his torso, sneaking hand under the waistband.

“Not yet, baby.” All she got in return was her hands pinned above her head in a very vulnerable position, completely at his mercy. And to add to it all, Jason lips attached to her pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a dark purple hickey. The one she wouldn’t be able to cover easily. “Not yet…” the grip on her wrists faltered for a second, but not enough to allow her to break free.

Jason was skillful and knew exactly what he was doing.  Feeding her with the false hope of freedom only for a second, only to grab her hands in one hand, using the other to roll her sleeping shirt up, exposing her breasts, but not taking it off fully.

“Hello, lovelies…” he muttered, before diving between her tits, getting the arching back and multiple sounds of pleasure in return. “Yeah… keep those sounds coming, baby…”

His lips traced a scorching path down her cleavage, making her want skyrocket, smirking upon the feeling of her legs tightening on his waist and her hips grinding against her jeans.

“Not yet.” He commanded again, pressing her back flat onto the couch. “Not yet…” his eyes flashed with something primal and animalistic. There was something devilishly turning on with having her naked under him, while he didn’t shed a single piece of clothing. And he was going to exploit that opportunity to the maximum.

With a quiet laugh that sounded almost sinful, Jason bent down and traced tongue over the flesh of her soft, warm breast, purposefully avoiding the little pink button that was begging for his attention. Yes, his ego was skyrocketing upon hearing her cries of pleasure and broken gasps of his name on her swollen lips, followed by the flexing of her body against his touch.

Yes, he might have been acting a little dominant, but they both knew it was not going to go on forever. 

Deep inside Jason was sweet and romantic, definitely putting soft, tender lovemaking over hard and rough sex.

And really, it didn’t take him long to give in to her pleadings and entreaties, moving lips to her nipple, sucking and biting on it gently.

“Oh yes!” she cried out, closing her eyes and from that moment things started taking on the pace. Jason groaned from the sensation of her breast in his mouth, letting go of her wrists, allowing her hands to tangle in his hair, only adding to the feelings burning inside his chest and groin. Abandoning lavishing attention on her chest, he guided her hands to the hem of his shirt and with  interlaced fingers and eyes never faltering from each other’s face they pulled it over his head, exposing his toned upper body, covered with fresh bruises and cuts.

“So you are hurt…” she whispered, touching the pads of her fingers to the newest purple mark on his pec.

“I didn’t notice…” his voice was deep, calming and full of adoration “All I notice right now is you…” he grabbed her hand pressing it to his lips, kissing all over her knuckles.

“Then come feel me too…” she moved upwards, pressing her lips to his, wanting to feel that chapped warmth on hers. And once their mouths met it was a sensation incomparable with anything else. Ironically (or not) making out like this, with their entwined bodies, separated only by the material of his pants, slowly, tenderly, focused only on each other, leaving the whole world behind was turning her on more than actual penetration.

Which did not mean she didn’t want to go all the way.

“Is it time yet?” she whispered, with a little bit of teasing in her voice, breaking the kiss only for a second.

“You are ruining the moment, sunshine.” He chuckled, tracing kisses up her cheek, all the way to her ear, softly biting on her earlobe, causing more tickling than actual pain. Y/N responded with a little chuckle as well, cupping his cheek, bringing his lips back to hers once more. Without breaking the making out for even one second, Y/N removed his belt and undid the button on his pants. Then, with a few kicks and swings of legs, they managed to set him free from his confines, finally feeling each other from head to toe.

“How’s your jealousy doing now…?” he teased, guiding himself to her entrance, grabbing onto her waist, rolling his fingers in tiny circles on her sensitive skin.

“Who’s ruining the moment now?”

“No idea. Who?” he chuckled. It was so good being with her like this. In the moment of intimacy, that was meaningful but deprived of the seriousness that could ruin the tenderness. Perfect mix of softness and love, seasoned with a bit of well balanced humor and  sarcasm that bonded them in the first place. “You ready for me, baby?”

“So ready.” She smiled, shifting and squirming to allow him to slide inside better and maximize the pleasure of unity for them both.

“Mh. Hello there…” he smirked and without missing a bit started to move inside her. Slowly, but intensely. Building up and drawing the tension. Moving hands on her body in time with the thrusts, fueling the fire that was meant to warm but not burn. “Is this what you wanted?” he looked at her face searching for the answers behind those e/c eyes, filled with longing and devotion.  

“Yeah… Good thing you helped me realize what it was that I wanted…” she started matching his movements, kissing him again.

The tension between their bodies was building slowly and steadily. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world, that suddenly shrunk to only them two.

Jason and Y/n.

Y/n and Jason.

Together.

Connecting seamlessly, with bodies joined and heart beating only for one another. Creating their own bubble of beauty and wonder in the darkness and danger of Gotham.

“I love you…” he muttered, leaning forehead on hers, needing to say those words before everything turn into the blur and haze due to the slowly approaching tidal wave of climax.

“I love you…” she responded, feeling the exact same need, knowing well enough that those three little words exchanged before the post-bliss was far more meaningful and far more true.

***

“How’s the hate on horny women doing now?” he muttered against her hair, some time later. It could have been minutes as well as hours cause once they busted the pleasure door open time suddenly became relative and meaningless.

“Hm? What women? Wait a second. Are you really trying to tell me there are other women somewhere?’ she looked at him with a tease, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I am fairly convinced there are only you and me. No other men or women anywhere.”

“Hm… What I’m hearing is that I’m the only guy in the world for you?”

“It depends on—”

“Because sure as hell you are the only woman for me.” He added quickly, knowing what her condition was. “And no silly internet forum or contestant of so-called hot, naughty Netflix show could change it.”

“You got soft, Red Hood.” She smiled, nuzzling into his chest and placing a little kiss on his chest, close to his heart

“I can be hard when it counts, though.” His heart picked up the pace as her lips touched his skin “Honestly I can be anything you may need from me.”

“How about we both stay ourselves?”

“Works for me.”

Jason's arms wrapped around her pulling her to his chest for more and more aftercare and cuddles. It was a quiet night after all and he could indulge in some time with his beloved Y/N.

[kirain]

Sigh....Galemancers really love to move the goal post when it comes to the grooming accusations huh? You found out Gale was a fully grown MAN when Mystra slept with him so now you have to say, "Well then he was emotionally groomed and the power dynamic is too vast." Mystra is a neutral good goddess because she's Midnight, who was a neutral good human. She hates that her magic has to be used for good and evil. Ao makes her share it evenly but she'd rather not. She would never do anything to hurt Gale. The writers of the game even confirmed she's not a groomer. People like you also downplay the point of Gale's entire story arc, which is he should've listened to Mystra! The whole point of his personal quest is he needs to learn to humble himself and listen to his goddess! He has no one to blame for his downfall but himself.

There's no "post" to move, anon. The game and lore give us all the context we need. Grooming doesn't only apply to children, and people have proven right and left that Mystra is terrible at relationships. She's petty and abusive when she isn't obeyed by her partners, and that's been the case with all of her iterations. Even the narrator describes her as a "jealous goddess" when you visit her shrine. Plus, your information is wrong on many accounts; the most pertinent being that the Mystra of BG3/5E isn't technically Midnight. Cyric and Shar killed her, reducing her to her godly essence (lore-wise that means she died). The current Mystra is an amalgamation of the vestiges of Mystryl, Mystra, and Midnight, as told in the novel Elminster Enraged.

Now, this is about to get complicated, as it always does with Mystra, so from here on out I'll be referring to Mystra #1 as Mystryl, Mystra #2 as Mystra #2, Mystra #3 as Midnight, and Mystra #4 as 5E Mystra. Alright, let's get started.

Elminster had to reform the fallen goddess by giving her fragments of all three iterations of Mystra. Since all three iterations are combined, our current 5E Mystra embodies the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. There's even a conversation with The Simbul (one of the Seven Sisters and a Chosen of Mystra) where the newly reformed 5E Mystra speaks of Elminster as her "longest lover". This puzzles The Simbul because that was something of the old Mystra (Mystra #2), not Midnight. The new 5E Mystra replies that she has become a combination of the memories of Mystryl, Mystra #2, and Midnight. This is all in chapter 25-30 of Elminster Enraged. I know it's confusing, but in short: 5E Mystra is not Midnight anymore, and the leading mind is clearly that of Mystra #2, hence her extremely poor judgement—a recurring theme with her character.

Mystryl and Mystra #2 were originally lawful neutral. The alignment changed to neutral good when Midnight took up the mantle, because Midnight herself was a neutral good person. But now it seems 5E Mystra is true neutral, because you are right, anon; Ao won't allow her to do whatever she wants. Midnight tried and was forbidden. 5E Mystra absolutely does not have the same level of humanity or kindness as Midnight, and that may be because Mystryl had no human consciousness and Mystra #2 was a mess.

Regardless of her alignment, she must embody her domain by Ao's decree, which means she needs to spread magic across all Realmspace. Since she has to maintain the balance, she approaches good, neutral, and evil mages with potential opportunities. This isn't a criticism (that's just how godhood works), but rather proof that Mystra is absolutely capable of good and bad. I don't want to hear any more of this "she's a precious little bean and Gale's victim" nonsense. Even if she wants to be, she's not. As Kikitakite said in their post, she's done some fucked up things.

Whether or not the writers intended to make Mystra a groomer, that's exactly what they did. Sometimes writers don't realise they've written an abusive character until they're criticised. Take writer of The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks, for example. He didn't realise he'd written Noah to be an abusive piece of shit until Ryan Gosling pointed it out himself. Gosling has gone on record many times to say he hates Noah, and experts have labeled him an unrealistic and emotionally abusive/manipulative character. The same can be said for Stephenie Meyer, who wrote some of the most celebrated toxic relationships in recent media—with a dash of borderline pedophilia on the side. Therapists have weighed in extensively to tell people that Bella and Edward's relationship isn't healthy and shouldn't be emulated in real life. Indeed, perhaps the best thing to come out of the entire franchise is Robert Pattinson's hatred of Edward and the series as a whole. Jacob's actor, Taylor Lautner, even argued with Meyer's on set because of how weird the "imprinting" segment was and he didn't want to come off as predatory. Meyer argued it was "romantic". 😕

Even if you don't agree Gale was groomed, Mystra is flagrantly responsible for his insecurities and she never should've put her hands on him. The power dynamic is too vast, and even god Gale (conceited as he is) realises it by the end. He only stays in a relationship with Tav if they allow him to ascend them alongside him as his equal. He recognises that anything else would be unhealthy and unacceptable. Also, I researched high and low regarding your claim, but none of the devs have dispelled the idea that Mystra is a groomer. In fact, the most I could find was one dev simply saying, "To Gale it was love, but he didn't know any better." If anything, that only confirms he was confused and didn't know what to do. Their "relationship" was a stunningly horrible idea from the start and that's not on Gale, it's on the literal cosmic being who initiated it.

Moreover, Gale was very likely 17 when Mystra revealed herself to him. This perfectly fits into the 5E Forgotten Realms timeline. If so, no, he absolutely wasn't a grown man. He was a teenager. Mystra may not have slept with him until he was in his 20's, but that still makes it a disgusting teacher-turned-lover situation. Gale even tells us he was "young" when she took him into her fold, and he was only eight years old when Elminster started their lessons. Remember, Elminster is Mystra's biggest apologist. He would've taught Gale to revere her, which means there was almost never a point in his life when Mystra wasn't the main focus. You can tell by the way he speaks about her in Act 1. He's in awe, he's excited, he's proud she chose him. That does something to a child. Something irreversible. If anything, Elminster is complicit in what happened. I've said this before, but he couldn't even be bothered to visit Gale himself. He sent a simulacrum.

As for your accusation that I'm "downplaying" Gale's story arc—you're damn right I am, because the writers made me! Most D&D players I know aren't very happy with how Mystra is portrayed in the game, and that's probably because even they know she isn't presented in a very flattering light. If you really think about it, it's obvious what the writers were going for, but they failed. For example, you said Gale should've listened to Mystra, right? Well, in Act 1 he admits his ambition was his undoing, blames himself for his downfall, and by Act 2 he's literally ready to off himself for her. In fact, he's the only one who sees her ultimatum as justified. Every other companion says she's being cruel and unreasonable. If Gale actually blows himself up at the end of Act 2, the results are catastrophic. The brain is destroyed, yes, but the tadpoles, free of the Absolute's control, complete their transformation and infect/enslave the entire Sword Coast. Anon. She. Is. Stupid. Even the Narrator is like, "You wanna ... you wanna try that again?"

The entirety of Act 2 is Gale learning he shouldn't listen to Mystra. And then she has the audacity to lecture him in Act 3? If he'd listened, it would've been the end of everything. Maybe if Mystra was as infallible as she pretends to be, she would've put her three brains together and came up with a better, less vindictive plan. Because make no mistake, she wanted Gale to blow up in Act 2, which is ridiculous. I know this is an uncomfortable topic for some people, but gods aren't perfect, especially in fiction. They're flawed. They're selfish. Some of them are straight up assholes. The real irony of Gale's arc isn't that he has no one to blame but himself, it's that Mystra should blame herself. At no point does she even consider if she's being unreasonable or unfair. There's no self reflection whatsoever. And the writers expect me to think Gale's full of himself? I wonder where he got it.

Probably from his teacher. ✋🎤

[echantedtoon]

Can you please write Dad Top 3 moons reaction to their babies being scared of ridiculous things? 😭 I need more dad upper moons.

KOKUSHIBO:

-It started with him agreeing to watch the twins so you could finally get a full night's sleep for once. They're more active at night than day(I wonder who they got that from). So there he was, sat down upon his knees and meditating while subconsciously keeping an eye on the two chunky babies aimlessly toddling around.

-Until one of his twins happens to curiously look at his sword- And a screech right out of some horror story erupts from their chest as they stared at their own distorted reflection within the blade. Of course one baby screeching bloody murder is enough to jolt him wide alert.

-"What is..wrong?" He's quick to instantly turn to the small child crying their eyes out and holding up their hands to be picked up, to which he does but he's very confused about what made them cry as there's nothing there to warrant them being this scared. He's pretty smart so eventually he figures out it has something to do with his sword.

-his first reaction would be to try and show his baby that it's just a sword/their reflection in the moonlight but that only causes them to scream more before hiding in his shoulder. Of course one twin crying would make the other cry, so know he's holding two screaming crying babies in his arms gently rocking them and trying to get them to hush before they wake you. He definitely makes a mental note to get a sheath for his katana now.

DOUMA:

-You ever seen one of those videos on YouTube with a baby afraid of their own shadow? That's Douma's child. The baby just never noticed the shadow before because of how often Douma holds them and they're mainly awake at night when there's not much light.

-But as they start walking more they'll develop the habit of following Daddy around to which Doumas absolutely ecstatic about and isn't his spawn the cutest thing ever! Well one day he just happens to pass by a room with a fireplace and as his mini me is toddling after him they just happen to look down.

-Douma almost trips over himself hearing his little scream behind him and whirled around to them just standing there bawling their eyes out. "Oh, dear me. What's gotten into my little lotus bud?" The baby's answer was to just continue crying calling for him and holding out his hands. "Do you want Daddy to pick you up? Oh. Is someone tired from all that nasty walking?"

-He tries to pick him up but is confused when the baby screams seeing Douma's bigger shadow. The baby now running back towards the unlit part of the room where there was no shadows. It takes Douma a good ten minutes trying to approach them as they scream at the ground to figure out that his spawn was afraid of shadows. But he thinks it's the most hilarious thing EVER. 

-Which is why when you hear your baby crying in the nursery you're shocked to see Douma holding up your baby to the wall with a lantern in the other hand. "What on earth are you doing?!" "Exposure therapy!" He's kicked out of your shared bedroom again for at least a month.

AKAZA:

-Perhaps I should've thought this through first." That's what Akaza first says while surveying the damage his fists had done to the nursery's floors and walls. To be fair those small spiders and beetles had it coming for scaring his precious little baby now curled up happy against his chest.

-He had just been helping with cleaning up the house and watching the baby so you could rest(10/10 husband and dad right there-) when he had heard his precious little bean screaming bloody murder from the nursery. 

He'd nearly kicked the door off it's hinges getting ready to fight off and intruding demon or perhaps a slayer that had discovered them but instead all he saw was his baby clutching onto a plushie and screaming at a harmless little beetle that had wondered into their play space. Well adrenaline already pumping through his veins and the thought of 'how dare this puny insect make my baby cry' was a bad combination because it left him putting quite a few holes in the wall and floors chasing after the pesky bug.

-"Your Mom's gonna kill me." The baby only laughs at his pale face hearing footsteps from you coming to see what all the racket was but then freezing seeing the fist sized holes in the wall and floors. "AKAZA!! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" "I-I can explain!"

[inkievoid]

Selfish || Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Dog Hybrid!Reader

Inspiration: Puppy Pound - Jazmin Bean

Content Warning: Baby's First Hybrid fic, Starts as Post RE4R Leon, Mentions of Suicide (no actual death), Spoiled Brat Reader, Pet Names (hehe but no really - Sweet Girl, Grumpy Bitch, Princess), Unrequited Love (Not really though).

Authors Note: Decided to post what I had so far of this. Test the waters for a part two if anyone is genuinely interested.

Leon was always lonely after that night in '98. The soul-crushing pressure of keeping the public safe from horrific monstrosities created by cults or money-hungry corporations alike. The bitter feeling of everyone around him moving on with their lives, while he constantly feels stuck.

No one to come home to at night. No one to even call his own. Devoid of the most basic of relationships. Hardly even able to call coworkers friends, maybe acquaintances at best if they're even that. No one to share laughs, or meals, or time with was starting to get to him. The heavy weight of loneliness stuck to him like a mouse in a glue trap. Just abnormally cruel at this point.

Until you came into his life a few years ago.

Just a sweet little dog hybrid sitting under a shop awning, trying to keep dry during a thunderstorm. Being dealt the shittier hand in life of not being brought in by a complete stranger like your siblings. Left to search through trash cans and dumpsters just to scrape by another day. Unsure of how you'd get by the next or even survive the night with how rough the city could be.

Your stomach aches with the familiar hunger of another day with no luck, even just barely making it under the awning. Starting to dry off with your damp hair. The fur on your ears and tail no longer puffed, just a drenched flat matted mess.

That's when he saw you, standing across the street with an umbrella overhead. A hot bag of Chinese takeout ready to be eaten, slowly going cold as he watches the sweetest girl he's ever seen look borderline pathetic. The way your tail is curled around your ankles as you tuck your knees closer when a clap of thunder makes the ground shake, it's so loud. The whimpering sounds you made were so loud he could hear them clear as day across the street.

He can't help himself. Leon's always been helpful. Now, only worse with his job, helping others is just his second nature. That's why he didn't even think twice about jaywalking the second he noticed you shiver once. The sound of wet footsteps caught your attention.

"Are you okay, girl?" Looking up, you're met with the sight of an angel looking down on you. Dull blue eyes sitting in dark exhausted bags stare at you as you take him all in. The light of the closed storefront made his blond hair shiny, along with his luscious lips and large prominent nose.

You're absolutely baffled that someone is even talking to you. Use to people waving you away from their sight or even chasing you off their property. The sound of a foreign language hits your ears, head tilting as you snap back to reality. Ears twitching in response to whatever he asked. Deep chuckles roll from his chest as he smiles at your clear confusion.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help. You got an owner? I don't see a collar on you sweet girl."

Sweet girl. Your brain almost melts at the name alone. Slowly shaking your head, he holds his hand out for you, letting you sniff him and familiarize himself with you. Damp tail starts to wag as he cups your chin, turning your face.

"You wanna come home with me?"

And that was the question that sealed their fates for the next few years. That night, he took you home, fed you, bathed you and gave you the love and attention you'd needed for years. Giving him back companionship he desperately wanted without even realizing it.

You're far from a purebred but treated like one instead of the mutt you actually are. Pampered to the nines by the finest of things. Great clothes, food, products, doctors, anything for Leon's precious little princess. Toys o' plenty, even the most expensive dog bed lays ignored by you. Favoring sleeping with your owner nightly. Clinging to his side the second he got home for the past 3 years now.

Leon's 30th birthday, coming and going by with him just celebrating the day off with you. Cuddled up on the couch, clinging to his side as you napped on his chest. He sighs, watching the commercial for some random romantic comedy coming to theaters soon. Glancing down at the sleeping figure next to him, one of the few reasons on this planet he hasn't blown his own brains out yet.

Your soft features illuminated by the glow of his flat screen. Every soft little note he's made thousands of times before scribbled across your soft skin he's made soft over the time you've spent together. Taking in the details of the small things. The way your ears twitch when you sleep, the small little scar on the side of your nose you told him the story about getting at least thirty times by now, the tiny sharp canines showing through plush open lips.

Eyes linger, brain yelling at him to stop. He can't have his cake and eat it too. That's not his life anymore. That thought alone makes his heart hurt. A pretty girl he knows who'd be perfect for him, but fate decided to make you his glorified pet instead of a woman he could love without judgment.

Getting that familiar loneliness again, he runs his thumb over your cheek, making your face scrunch in your sleep. Not bothering to pull away because he knows you won't budge. That serene mumble you always do as you tuck your head under his chin to get comfortable again. His hand moves from your shoulder, hovering over your lower back like some magnetic force field is keeping him away. You settle down, his hand goes back between your shoulders.

He can't. He'd ruin a precious thing like you. Building you back up to how you deserve to be treated. He's worked so hard to keep you happy. Treat you like a spoiled little princess, even if you act like a grumpy bitch when he's away for long.

He just can't cross that line. Not with you.

Sighing, he flips through the channels, picking an older black and white movie to watch. Ads are rolling on this channel too. He's about to pick up the remote again when a new commercial pops up for a match-making service in the area. The number scrolling along the line at the bottom of the screen in bright pink with a little heart accentuating the end. All he can think about is Claire nagging him to try dating websites, since online dating is apparently the "hot new thing".

He's too fucking old for that... At least he thinks so. But this... This could work. Common interests tend to bring people together, at least that's what he tells himself, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking up the website.

Jessica? No. Josie? No... Joyce? No! God, he's terrible with names sometimes... His brain can barely let him remember his dates name, he can't do this too.

Leon fumbles with his tie in the mirror, pulling it from the collar and back onto the pile of clothes he can't bother to hang up clustered at the bottom of his closet. The top buttons on his shirt come undone as he glances at you in the mirror. Lying so pretty on his bed, tail curled around your legs as you watch him get dressed for his date. Turning back to you, you sit up quickly. Tail thumping against the sheets as you stare in awe. As if you hadn't seen him in his button ups for work dozens of times by now.

"Well, what do you think, princess?" Your head tilts, ears flopping to the side with your signature cute smile.

"Handsome." The word flows through your lips so easily, his heart rate picking up as he feels the heat in his neck forming. It almost makes him blush at how blunt you can be sometimes. Clearing his throat is the signal for goodbye most days. Crawling over, your delicate hands go to his shoulders, rubbing the top of your head under his chin. Pushing your scent all over him. Even if it can barely be traced over his cologne, you know it's there. It's a mark of ownership over him, at least to you, even if humans don't exactly follow the same rules hybrids do. Other bitches will keep their distance.

"Alright, you know the drill. Don't answer the door and no wild parties. Be a good girl for me while I'm gone, okay?" Leon leans in, giving you a kiss between the ears and a light squeeze before he's gone. Out the door and to dinner with whoever he's going with.

Sauntering to the door, you sit and wait, staring at the thick wood for so long that your eyes start to burn. That's when your pathetic little whimpering starts. Just to walk off to the living room and sulk on the couch like you do every time he leaves without you in tow. Laying your head where he usually sits, his musky scent fills your canine senses and calms you slowly.

It's okay, he'll be back. He always comes back.

An hour goes by, the familiar click of the lock sounds. Ears perking up as you rush to the front door, an excited bark ripping through the air as your tail thumps against the floor. The door opens, Claire stepping through. Which isn't abnormal, sometimes when Leon and Claire go to dinner they end up back there to keep chatting for a while.

"Hi girl!" Claire gets smothered in a tight hug, muzzle buried in her shoulder as she squeezes you. Looking behind her, you see the empty hallway of the apartment building. The lack of Leon behind her, reprimanding you for crowding her when they got back. Your tail halts, stomach knotting up.

Where is he? If he's not home, then where is he? He was just going to dinner with someone. That someone wasn't Claire?!

The brunette immediately notices your distressed tension. Rubbing your back to calm you as she kicks the door closed.

"It's okay girl, he should be home soon. Leon just asked me to drop by and make sure you ate something. C'mon, let's get you fed, yeah?"

She gives you a little squeeze, stepping by to walk into the kitchen. Your eyes still transfixed on the door, plopping to the floor to start your routine of waiting again. Claire looks down at you, worry washing over her as she frowns slightly.

"It's okay girl, he'll be home from his date soon." Her footsteps led away, the sounds of buttons being pushed and the hum of the microwave heating up your dinner was enough to pull you from your rapid thoughts.

Date? What's a date? If he's not with Claire, who is he with? Is it other people you know? What if he's with a stranger? Could that stranger hurt him? Oh no, what if he's hurt somewhere!?

Whining starts again, louder than before, alerting Claire as she walks back into the doorway of the kitchen. Crouching next to you, stroking between your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey it's okay..."

"Where is he?" Your mumbles come out as more pathetic than you intended. Eyeing Claire finally. Her soft smile does very little to comfort you.

"He's on a date, sweet girl. Y'know, like, a romantic outing. Having a fun time! He might even like her so much he could make her your new mama." The beep from the kitchen catches Claire's attention as she stands up and walks away.

Mama...? He's trying to find you a new mama? You don't need a mama, you want your owner. Only your owner. Taking another woman out on a romantic outing when he could have just taken you somewhere instead?

What are you, chop liver? No longer his little princess? His sweet girl? The light of his life?

He'd always seemed so obsessed with you, just like you were him. Loving him with everything you had and getting back what you thought was your equal share of his love in return.

But now you might have to share him...?

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes going back to the door before Claire calls you to the kitchen, just to get ignored as you angrily pout at nothing. Footsteps round the corner as she crouches next to you again.

"C'mon girl... You can't sit here all -"

"No..." You disobey, tone laced with a growl as Claire looks a little thrown off, not scared but surprised by the sudden attitude change. Her lips draw to a line, her hand coming to your shoulder as she squeezes it gently.

"There's food on the counter. Nice and hot just for you... Please eat it, he'll be home soon. You don't have to sit here all night." Standing up, she gives you a scratch between the ears, heading for the door. The lock clicks into place as you're left in the silence of the apartment again. Nothing but the sound of the outside world to accompany you.

After a few minutes of sulking, you walk to the kitchen to at least look at the food you were offered. Stew sitting piping hot at the kitchen counter with a spoon next to the bowl.

You aren't even hungry, your stomach still in knots as you glare at the food. You know you should at least try eating, unless you actually want to upset Leon.

A little defiant voice in the back of your head pushes through your thoughts to get a pint across.

Make him know you're mad at him...

All content on this page is fictional and I do not condone the acts I enjoy in a fictional sense. I don't consent to my work being reposted or translated.

[suntoru]

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[baby-dr1ver]

girls night in, guys night out

a/n: hello everyone! this is my second installment of dad!lando series. most of these can be read as one-shots but some (in the future) will connect. anyway, enjoy!

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pairing: dad!lando x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, tooth rotting, kinda pouty lando lol

--you invite the WAGS over while the boys go out. Lando isn’t happy about leaving Atticus before bed time, but the guys are okay with being delayed after seeing the precious  moment between the three of you 

Getting Lando to go out has been difficult. Which is weird because Lando is a party animal-he sokes up everyone's energy and has never turned down going to a club. 

But ever since Atticus was born, parties and club visits have slowed down…almost to a stop completely. After every race, win or lose, he’d come back to the hotel room to the two if you. Curled up in bed by 9:30 instead of celebrating with the grid. 

Now that winter break was in full swing, you’d been pushing him to see his friends, even if it was just dinner. He’d always respond the same, “I’d rather be here with you and Atty.” And while that was sweet, he NEEDED to get out of the house. So, you invited all the WAG’s over while the guys tried to wrestle Lando into some “going out clothes” instead of his usual sweatpants and shirt covered in spit up and whatever else his gremlin threw at him. 

“Baby c’mon, it’s one night away.” Lando huffed as he flung himself on the bed. He was half dressed, desperately trying to convince you to let him stay home with the girls and Atticus. 

“What if this one night throws our whole routine out of whack?! What if he resents me? What if he stops-” you put a hand over his mouth before he could get another word out, knowing exactly 

what he was gonna say. “Lan, I seriously doubt that our baby who is 9 months old, will stop loving you because you went out for one night.” He pouts and pulls you down to lay with him. He looks over to the bassinet next to your bed, listening to your baby boy shuffle around. Lan knew he was overthinking things, maybe he really did need a night out. 

“Alright, I’ll go.” he said so lowly, you almost missed it. Almost. 

You sprung up and grabbed Atticus from the crib. “Why don’t you throw that black button up on and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Lando cocked his head to the side confused. “Can’t let you leave without helping me give him his night time bottle.” His face lit up with excitement. Lando got into action as you made your way downstairs. 

As you walked down to greet everyone, you couldn’t help but look down at the carbon copy of Lando in your arms. Same nose, same eyes and ears, same cheeky smile-you felt a little sad Lando was leaving but you knew this was what he needed. 

By the time Lando had made his way to the kitchen, you had already dimmed the lights and had everything laid out and ready. He stood back for a moment and watched the two most important people in his life be so entranced by one another, totally blocking out the rest of the world. He made his way up behind, careful not to make you jump, and laid a delicate kiss in your shoulder. 

“Hi” you whispered, never taking your eyes off Atticus. “Hi baby,” he replied with a small squeeze to your waist. “hi other baby.” he laughed to himself as his mini me just peered up at him. “Grab the bottles for me? Everything’s ready, just need to feed the little bean.” Lando nodded and grabbed the warm sippy cup full of milk and handed it to you. 

“Here why don't you” you paused and decided it would be easier to show him. You turned so you faced a little away from lando and brought him closer. You replaced the arm holding his legs with Landos so he supported his body too. He must have got the message because suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned into you. 

“Better?” He nodded and swayed a little to try and lull Atticus to sleep quickly. You all got comfortable under the dim lighting of the kitchen, Lando laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. The little one looked up at you both with his big blue/green eyes, and reached out towards his dad. Lando stuck out his finger for him to grapple onto and just about glued himself to the floor so he’d never have to leave. 

You chuckled as you watched the pout form onto Lando’s face and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Atty let out a soft sigh through his nose, a sign he was on the brink of sleep. One trick you and Lando both knew would get him to sleep, was singing to him. 

He loved any music, whether it was rock, 80’s, indie, pop, EDM, you could always find Atticus Norris moving around to music.

But what really mesmerized him was the silky voice of Frank Sinatra or Doris Day. You quietly hummed “Dream a Little Dream of Me” while gently tracing his delicate features. “Sing for me?” lando asked as he looked over at you with identical eyes. You blushed and looked away as you softly started to sing. “..stars shining bright above you.” 

“Night breezes seemed to whisper, I love you.” you inhaled sharply as you heard Lando try to carry a proper tune. “Babe, don’t laugh.” You giggled and nudged you shoulder against his cheek. 

“I’m not, I promise, it’s cute. Love when you try to sing along.” Lando scoffed in mock offense as he started to try and defend himself without waking the babe. What you both failed to notice was that he had already fallen asleep, resting all his weight against the two of you. Still gripping onto Lando’s hand, the nipple of the cup was still stuck in his mouth. 

You could see the battle behind Lando’s eyes so you spoke up, “Wanna put him to bed? I’m sure the guys won’t mind being late by a few minutes." Lando smiled and nodded. You transferred the rest of Atticus’ limbs to him and watched him walk upstairs with all the grace in the world. 

Before you could really process, you heard sniffling behind you. You whipped around and saw the girls with their phones out, tear tracks on their faces. “...is everything alright?” 

Kika scoffed, “Alright? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed!” the girls around her nodded as they dabbed their faces dry.

They disappeared around the corner, presumably to say goodbye to the HAB’s and you heard murmuring. 

“You can’t make him go! Please he won’t survive!”

“You didn’t see it, i have never seen him NOT wanna go out like that.”

“What?! He’s going out, I don’t care if I have to drag him by his curls out the door.” 

You giggled as you heard Max’s voice get louder. “Whatcha laughing about?” Lando asked as he came down the stairs. 

“Oh nothing, I just think that the guys are gonna leave you here if you don’t hurry.” he only grumbled and yelled. “Yeah I’m coming, I’m coming!” and disappeared out the door.

[thesillymask]

I love your first two fics can I request Abel & reader fic where the reader is his girlfriend and they start making out, but Abel doesn't want to go any further. The reader respects that, and they end up cuddling and falling asleep in bed.?

I'm sorry it took me so long to respond... I've been busy these last few days, plus some personal issues. But I'm finally back!

And thank you very much

Kisses and hugs

Abel x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluffy

warnings: slightly suggestive content?

Abel was lying in bed, wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and gray sweatpants, and he wasn't wearing his hat. next to him was his girlfriend, (name), they were just relaxing in bed, with Abel hugging her while she was on her phone. Abel was stroking (name)'s hair while humming softly in contentment, (name) looks up to look at Abel, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

— "You're adorable, you know that?"

(Name) says, making Abel look at her and chuckle lightly. He shakes his head before answering

— "yeah, You've told me this several times. But it's always good to hear"

Abel gives (name) a charming smile, making her snort and roll her eyes in amusement before kissing his cheek, earning a chuckle from him. (name) then turns off her cell phone and puts it on the headboard of the bed, she turns to Abel and holds his face, starts to fill his face with kisses. Abel is surprised by the wave of kisses before he starts to giggle, until he feels (name)'s lips against his. he melts into the kiss and kisses back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, making her sit on his lap.

They kiss for a while until they run out of air and both have to pull away, their breaths coming in short gasps as they both look into each other's eyes, catching their breath. Abel gives a light loving smile as he looks at his girlfriend, (name) then leans in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, her hands moving down from his cheeks and starting to explore his body.

Abel freezes, his body tensing at the current situation. He groans softly into the kiss, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away as he turns his head to the side. (name) then stops and looks at him with confusion and a little concern.

— "What happened?... Did I do something wrong?"

(name) says, before Abel shakes his head in denial. he looked away as he sighed, a hesitant and uncertain look on his face.

— "no no! You didn't do anything wrong, it's just..."

Abel stops and then sighs, before looking at her directly in the eyes with a nervous expression.

— "I just... I'm not comfortable with the idea of... Uuuh... going too far... I love you so much, and I appreciate your love... But... I just don't want to do this... Not yet..."

(Name)'s gaze softens, a look of sympathy and understanding on her face. She reaches out and touches Abel's cheek, which he responds by leaning into her touch.

— "hey... It's okay, I understand if you're not ready yet..."

(Name)'s other hand holds Abel's hand, giving it a soft, gentle squeeze. the warm feel of his hand against hers as her gaze never wavered from his eyes

— "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

She says with slight concern, the idea of making Abel uncomfortable was something she didn't want even in the other world. Abel just gives her a sweet, soft smile, holding her hand with equal gentleness.

— "It's okay! Thanks for understanding. You're amazing."

— "Nah, You're the only amazing one here, you precious bean"

(name) says and then reaches out to ruffle Abel's hair, earning a silly laugh from him.

— "hey! Stop It!"

He says in an amused tone, looking at her with a smiling expression. (name) smiles back, before yawning and rubbing her eyes, Abel notices her tiredness and then says in a soft and low tone

— "Are you sleepy?"

Abel asked, leaning back a little so he could get a better look at her. (Name) nodded slightly. Abel hums sweetly and then lies down on the bed, opening his arms to her.

— "all right, angelcakes, bedtime. we don't want to be tired tomorrow, right?"

Abel says in a mix of playful and loving tomato, while opening and closing his hands as a gesture to make her come sleep with him. (name) smiles sweetly and then crawls into his arms, laying her head on his chest. Abel gives a gentle smile as he covers the two with the blanket and reaches over to turn off the light. he then goes back to (name) and lies down with her in his arms

— "Goodnight, cinnamonbun~"

— "Good Night, Abel..."

(name) says before falling asleep, Abel caresses her hair before falling asleep soon after. Both cuddling while sleeping

[multistanisms]

Save a Horse || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5407

RATING: M

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Biting, degradation [honestly, I'm not sure, so if anyone finds one, please let me know?]

SUMMARY: The staff of KQ know full well about the nonhumans who have taken the world by storm with their music. The last to reveal their nature is Hongjoong, a demon-siren hybrid. Despite staff worrying for his girlfriend, what only the members know is that the little witch is a delight that's not afraid of Hongjoong's darkness.

TAGLIST: @daceydeath, @justaaveragereader, @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

AUTHOR NOTES: Y'all please be nice, I haven't written smut in literal years. I saw the outfit Joong wears in this fic when I got to see Ateez back in July, and it has just sat and rotted my brain to mush, so here we are. Not beta'd this time around, but I did reread three times to try and catch everything. Much thanks to Dacey and Syd especially, because sometimes my depresso bean self needs some encouragement to share my weird joys. Enjoy, my dearies. <3

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One of the perks of your audio production degree was a free seat at the mixing booth during shows when you don't want to stay at the hotel waiting on Hongjoong to get back. Tonight was one such night, but the staff kept looking at you in a way that confused you. While the other members had been open with the company about their races from debut - from Seonghwa’s selkie blood to San’s Cheshire form, Hongjoong had only recently revealed to staff that despite masquerading as a regular human, his heritage ran closer to the other members of Ateez - as he was a demon/siren hybrid. Perhaps they were concerned for you, though they were unaware you yourself were a witch. Sitting at the booth as you watched the crowd pour in from the rain outside, you pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

⇐: Hey gorgeous. How's it going?

My Captain: There's my beautiful girl. We were just talking about you.

⇐: Who's we, Joong?

My Captain: Hwa, Mingi and I. I was asking for opinions on what I should wear during the last set.

⇐: And you didn't ask me? 

My Captain: I want it to be a surprise, precious. It is our anniversary, after all.

The text stops you and you have to swipe down to check the date. Sure enough, it's the one year date since Hongjoong asked you to officially be his mate. Neither of you counted the two years of fuck buddy/situationship before that.

⇐: It really doesn't feel like it's already been a year already, holy shit. I didn't get you anything, baby. 😭

My Captain: Don't worry, after the flight to the next city, we have two days before we even have to do anything big. I'm sure we'll think of something.

⇐: How about we start with me making dinner?

My Captain: The show lets out late, beautiful. We have to do the send off tonight, which takes longer. But don't worry, I've got it handled.

⇐: Should I be concerned?

My Captain: Hardly. Just have fun. I'll listen for your screams in the crowd. 😉

⇐: Like you'll hear me with the sold out stadium of Atiny, baby. The seats are already almost full.

My Captain: Come now, you think I can't find your voice even with a full house? I know it so well, after all.

The blush that heated from your neck up into your face made you lower your head. You waved a hand dismissively when one of the nearby staff asked if you were okay, diverting by asking for some water. Once the member had wandered off, you took a breath to settle yourself before responding.

⇐: You have a show, Hongjoong. Focus on that instead of my screaming, yeah?

My Captain: Oh, I know there’s a show. Don’t worry, I’ll get the screams later. 😚

Your eyes roll at his antics, slipping your phone back into your jacket pocket and settling into the rolling chair as you move to watch the stage and willing the blush on her face to fade. The show is always a work of art, the energy Hongjoong and his team gave never failing to amaze you; though with none of them being human, it makes sense their energy is slow to fade. You loved watching the group perform, but sometimes it was hard not to focus on just Hongjoong. You enjoyed the concert in its entirety, but as the boys came back for the final encore set, you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as you saw the outfit your boyfriend was wearing. Dark blue jeans clad his legs, covering the black boots he wore. His shirt was a black button up that hugged against his body, perfectly showing off his torso while simultaneously still leaving room for the imagination - though you didn't need to use it. The bolo tie was a good accent of silver against the shirt, but the obvious piece de resistance was the dark colored leather cowboy hat he wore atop his head. The sight alone stole your breath, unable to even glance at any of the other members for the duration of the encore. “You fucking menace.” Your tone is a quiet, breathy growl as the boys all line up on the lift to be dropped down and you move to stand, bidding the staff goodnight and making your way to the dressing rooms. 

Hongjoong is still wearing the hat as he laughs with Wooyoung and Mingi, but the moment he lays his eyes on you and all out smirks, you know he chose the outfit on purpose. He steps to one side so he can pull you to him, dipping his head to kiss you while his hands slid to rest at the small of your back. He's extra warm from performing, but you settle into him with ease. “There's my girl.” he teased when he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“What are you trying to do in this, huh? Drive me absolutely insane?”

“Partly. I do have a few better ideas, though.” He grinned, one hand moving to tuck his fingers under your chin and bring your lips back to his. “But those have to wait until we're back at the hotel.” He laughs quietly when your response is a quiet whine as you pout. “Don't worry, baby. All that's left is send off, you don't have to wait much longer.”

“But you look so good.” you counter, arms moving from his waist to snake at his neck and let your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. 

“I know, Y/N. Tell you what. You take my card, get us something for dinner and I'll meet you at the hotel, okay? I'll come straight to you as soon as we're done.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it.” Hongjoong replies, stealing another kiss. 

“Fine.” You reluctantly pull away, immediately missing his warmth as he enters the dressing room. As the door closes, you catch the familiar sound of San’s naturally pouty voice as he teased his leader. You laugh a little, aware of the muffled noises inside as you lean against the wall by the door to wait. The chatter inside bursts louder as Hongjoong reappears, hat no longer resting atop his head. “Awh, where'd my cowboy go?” You tease as your lips pout playfully, which grants you another kiss. 

“Don't worry, baby girl, I'm still your cowboy,” he assures, hand slipping his card into the back pocket of your jeans. “And only your cowboy.” He laughs as you hide your face in your hands at the growl in his voice, his own coming to wrap at your wrists and gently urge them away from their position as he changes to a softer, playful tone. “Come now, don't hide from me, Y/N. You know I love it when you blush for me.” 

“Oh hush, you. You shouldn’t be fucking growling at me in public when you look like this.” You huff playfully, but you're powerless to the soft tone he uses, looking up at him just so you can see him smile at you as if you'd hung the moon itself. “Just come home quick, yeah?”

“As soon as I can slip away, I will be there.” 

You go to step back so you can leave, but as he opens the door to leave you, you reach for his wrist, tugging him back to you to steal one last kiss, smirking as you nip your teeth over his lower lip and he groans loudly. His eyes flash crimson, and you know you’ve tempted him in return. Satisfied you've returned the favor when he's already tempted you, you ruffle your fingers through his hair and quickly step out of reach. “I love you.” You laugh as you slip out of view. You can just barely catch the familiar ring of his darker laughter, knowing that you were in for at least a little bit of trouble when he got back to the hotel. It was worth it, though, seeing as he'd sauntered around on stage in the outfit just to rile you up. 

All’s fair in love and war, right? 

You pass through familiar faces of staff, congratulating them as you find your way out to the underground garage where your rental is parked near the bus. Traffic is still going to be a mess, but not as insane with the show having a send off, so you have time to think of what to get for dinner. You settle on fried chicken, looking up the nearest place that serves it because you don't think you have time to finish cooking before your boyfriend joins you. Once you find a place, you order food for the two of you and head towards the restaurant. As you pull into the shopping center and get out, you spot another shop nearby that catches your eye, and you go there first before grabbing dinner and stopping to get some ice cream for dessert. The drive from the shopping center to the hotel isn't long, thankfully, and you find yourself sliding the key card through the door in no time at all compared to leaving the arena. The company always makes sure there's decent accommodations for everyone, and you set the bag of food in the kitchenette counter so you can put the ice cream away. You then go to change into more comfortable clothes - a pair of pajama pants and a tank top you'd stolen from Hongjoong (who had purposely gotten it too big so you would steal it). You turned your little speaker on to play music, going about moving the desk chairs closer together and setting out the boxes of food. You're singing as you go about the process, lost in the sheer domestication, and don't register the sound of the door unlocking. Hongjoong’s voice harmonizing with your own as his arms wrap around you from behind startles you from your mind and you laugh a little. “Hey there, gorgeous.” You greet, adjusting so you can tilt your head back and let him kiss you. “How was send off?”

“It was fun, but honestly, I was also a little out of it.” Hongjoong admitted. “I’m pretty sure I missed interacting with a few fans.”

“I'm sure they'll forgive you.” You playfully banter back. “You deserved to be distracted after what you did to me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than distracting you, princess.” Hongjoong's voice pitches into a growl, head dipping to bite at where your pulse beats just under your jaw. He holds you securely even as your legs threaten to give out. 

“Fuck, Joong.” You breathe, one hand moving to slide into his hair. You can feel the laugh even as he continues to bite and suck at your skin, intent on making sure a possessive mark is left behind when he's done. 

“I know all your sweet spots after three years, baby. You should have known I'd use them after that tease.” The smirk in his voice is evident as one hand snakes lower so he can slip it beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, but stops just beneath the hem to simply brush his fingers over your hip gently.

“Kim Hongjoong, we've been over this. It isn't a tease if you have every intention of following through.” Your words are breathless even as you correct him, barely keeping yourself up because true to his word, Hongjoong knows every spot that drives you wild. “And if you thought for a moment I wouldn't follow through when you look this delicious, well, that's just sad.” You're very aware of the heat pooling in your body, turning into putty with every touch and kiss Hongjoong places on your body. 

“Did you think I wouldn't follow through?” He smirks, stepping away to pull you towards the bed. “Did it not occur to you that I picked this exact outfit specifically for you?”

“Oh yeah, just for me? Why, so I could jump your bones, handsome?” You tease back, your voice shaky from desire as he brings you to the bed. 

“Maybe. Would that make it better, princess?” Hongjoong cooed, moving to make you sit on the foot of the bed so he can settle on his knees between your legs. Dark eyes looked up at you, the sheer lustful adoration in them making you bite your lip and moan. 

“How are you so fucking gorgeous on your knees? It's not fair.” You pout, moving to tilt the hat back so you can see his face better. He smirks up at you, reaching up to remove the hat and set it aside, hands moving to the waistband of your pants to tug them down, his eyes watching you as you adjust to help him remove the fabric easier. When his eyes lower, he groans, eyes closing briefly. 

“What are these?” He coos breathily, fingers trailing up your thighs to tease over the navy colored lace of the underwear you have on. 

“I figured since I didn't have a gift, I could find something else to give you.” Your voice is smug even as he brushes his thumb over the fabric covering your core, biting your lip. “Happened to find a shop that was still open and I know how much you like me in lace.”

“I do love you in lace, baby, but you've never made a special trip like this just for me.”

You pout at his response despite the desire burning through your veins. “Do you not-”

“I love it, princess, please don't doubt that. You're fucking spoiling me with this. I couldn't ask for a more perfect anniversary gift. I simply can't decide if I want to ruin these panties while you're wearing them or take them off and just devour you.” One hand is pressed at the crotch of his jeans where his length is already visible through the denim, and you almost feel sorry for his indecision. Almost. 

He started it by wearing the damn cowboy outfit he's in, after all.

“Would seeing the set help you decide?” you ask, and the feral heat in his eyes as they swirl crimson in desire when he looks up at you makes you giggle, crossing your arms over your body to grab the hem of the shirt and pull it off, revealing the matching lace bra underneath the tank top. There's a pride that swells when he moans loudly at the sight of you in nothing but the lingerie set. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he lurches up at you, sealing his lips over yours as his hands move to cup at your chest, massaging your breasts as he moans into your mouth. You can't help but laugh out a soft moan as he trails his lips further down your neck, leaving open mouth kisses and a faint touch of saliva on your skin. “So beautiful, so soft…can't believe you're really mine.”

One hand moves to play in his hair, gripping at the brown tresses gently. “I'm only yours, Joong, my delicious cowboy. You claimed me a long time ago.” You shiver as his laugh vibrates through you, his hands moving to unclasp the bra before nudging at you to lay down so he can hover over you, your arms above your head as you look at each other longingly. “Our food will get cold, baby.”

“There's only one thing I'm hungry for right now.” Hongjoong breathes, holding himself up with one hand as he dips his head, taking one nipple in his mouth while his fingers scratch gently and pinch at the other. The ministration makes your back arch, one hand returning to his hair to tug at the strands. It earns you a pretty little moan, Hongjoong switching his mouth to the opposite nipple. Teeth graze over the sensitive bud and you gasp, hips bucking up suddenly and letting you feel just how hard your boyfriend already is for you. Hongjoong laughs, pulling away to kiss you. “I love how responsive you are to my mouth, princess.”

“I'm responsive to you, Hongjoong, not just your mouth.” You manage to breathe back, tongue wetting your lips when he pulls away. 

“Well, I plan on using my mouth thoroughly first.” Hongjoong grins down at you, starting to trail bites and kisses down your body. When he gets low enough, his teeth clasp onto the fabric of the panties and tug. Unable to help yourself you prop up on your elbows to watch him, hips lifting just enough to aid his task. His eyes stay locked on you as he works the fabric down. Once it's low enough, he uses his hands to finish removing it, kissing up the inside of your thigh. “Mhmm, how many times should I drive you over that edge, hmm? My precious girl.”

You can't help but reach out to card your hand through his hair again, licking your lips. “As long as I get a chance to reciprocate in between. It's not just about me, baby.” 

“I could get off just listening to your noises, Y/N. You know that.”

“Mm, but I like getting you off in other ways.” You fire back. “My cowboy needs some physical touch, too.” You're more than aware of the shiver than runs through his body, picking up the hat to put it back on his head. “Let me ride you like a good girl, yeah? What is it they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” The words seem to break his will to debate, arms wrapping around your thighs and tugging you towards his face.

“Let me taste you first. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before you go on your ride. Be a good girl and speak up for me.” He doesn't give you a chance to respond, mouth enveloping your folds and swirling his tongue around your clit. Having him between your legs like this is nothing new, he loves getting to please you in this way, but the hat sits just so that he can look up at you and yet you couldn't see him, which somehow added to your arousal. One hand moves up to lace his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand as he moans. The sound vibrates into your body, making you wetter as your eyes close and you moan in return.

“Fuck, Joong, baby,” you know you can't last long after the build up, and it doesn't bother Hongjoong at all, he sucks harder at your clit, sliding two fingers between your folds as he continues. The sensations are too much and not enough, your body unable to decide if it wants to pull away or press closer. Hongjoong obviously senses it, adjusting so he's hovering better over your core, slowly adding a third finger before scissoring them. Your back comes off the bed as you cry out, eyes closing as you grip at the sheets and your head slams back onto the bed. You're right on the edge, feeling your body quake from how tight the coil of your pleasure is. “Joong, mm, Hongjoong, fuck, don't stop, please baby, don't stop.” It’s obvious he has every intention of having you hit that first orgasm quickly, his mouth sucking harder as his hand speeds up at your pleas. It doesn't take much longer before your legs fight against his hold, your release spilling on his fingers and tongue while you half scream his name. He doesn't stop though, making sure you ride out the high as he takes every bit you give him, moaning like he's just had his favorite meal. When you whine, he pulls away, knowing it means you've become too sensitive.

“Did your cowboy do good?”

“So good.” You pant, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “But it's my turn now, Joong.” He smirks up at you, moving onto the bed so he can kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue over your lower lip to ask for entrance. You open your mouth eagerly, letting him make you taste yourself as you moan into the kiss, pulling at his shirt to hold him close. His hands lift to start unbuttoning his shirt but you smack at his hand. “No.” you whine. “Let me taste you while you're still like this, please? You can take it off when you fuck me, I just want to see you fall apart like this.” You beg, fingers already working open his jeans as you start to slide off the bed and try to tug him over. His hands catch your wrists, however, a stern command escaping his lips as your knees touch the floor. 

“No, baby girl, get up from there.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I didn’t say no. I just don’t want you on the hotel floor like a common whore.”

“But I’m your whore, Captain.” you counter, grinning when the name makes his gaze darken. “I don’t mind being on my knees for you like a good girl.”

“Princess, we’ve already been over this.” His grip at your wrists tightens and he tugs you up to standing, getting off the bed himself to look down at you from your height difference. He leans in, swiping his tongue up your neck and grazing his teeth over your pulse before growling quietly in your ear, the sound alone making you shiver. “You may be my whore, but you will not sully yourself on the floor of hotel rooms. So if you’re so intent on sliding my cock down that pretty little throat of yours,” he pauses to dip his head to the other side, biting hard at where your neck and shoulder meet, smirking at the moan you make and the way your body quivers before he lifts his lips to your ear again. “Get your ass back on the bed like a good girl.” 

The obedience is immediate, you crawling onto the bed the moment he releases the hold on your wrists, tongue wetting your lips as you wait patiently for him to join you. You sit back with your legs tucked underneath, hands clenching as you lower your gaze for a moment. When he moves to join you on the bed, he slides his jeans down just enough to reveal the boxers underneath, leaving the clothing on per your request as he settles on the bed and leans back against the headboard. You can feel his gaze on you, a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he hums appreciatively at your nude form before opening his arms. 

“Come here, darling girl. Let me kiss you.”

You move closer to him, scooting up the bed and letting him guide you between his legs so he can lean into him, sealing your lips together. You moan as his fingers wind their way into your hair, his nails becoming claws to faintly scratch over your scalp. This kiss is heated, Hongjoong dominating the contact with ease as he holds you to him. Your hands move lower, fingers brushing over the outline of his cock through the boxers he wears. “Please, Joong,” you beg between kisses, voice little more than a whine. “My Captain, my soulmate, please.”

Hongjoong hums, the sound vibrating in his chest as he swipes his tongue over your lips again. “What is it, my precious? What do you want from Captain, hmm?” He’s mocking you, and you know it, but it’s so undeniably sexy because he saves the sexual torment specifically for you. “Use your words, be a good girl for me, yeah?”

One hand moves shamelessly over his erection, whining helplessly as you press just faintly against the bulge. “Let me taste you, please. I need it.”

“Mm, look at you, begging so pretty for me.” he smirks as he drags your bottom lip between his teeth, and you’re very aware of the way he’s completely dropped his human facade, fangs catching your skin as he tugs your lip teasingly. “So good and obedient. I haven’t even given you my cock but you’re already drunk on it.”

“Drunk on you, Hongjoong.” you weakly correct, whimpering as one hand reaches up to wrap around your throat for a moment. 

“Yeah, it’s just my presence making you so wet and needy?” he tilts his head, crimson eyes glowing and he smirks at you, and you’re very aware of the way you can feel the emotions between each other.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand covering the one he has at your throat. “Please, Joong. Please let me have you in my mouth. I can be such a good girl, please.”

“Oh, I know you can be. You’re always so good, even when you’re getting punished.��� Hongjoong growls, leaning to kiss you roughly. “Have your fill, my princess. I’ll let you enjoy my cock.”

You almost collapse into his lap, thanking him wildly as your hands move to slide the boxers down and let his shaft free. There’s already precum glistening on the tip and you lean to swipe your tongue over it, proud when you hear Hongjoong moan and his length twitches under your touch. You start slowly, lowering your mouth over him through a few breaths through your nose, waiting until his shaft grazes the back of your throat before moaning. Hongjoong has one hand gripping the sheets, claws tugging at the fabric as the other moves to pull your hair from your face. 

“Look at you, knowing how to use your mouth like a good little slut.” Hongjoong both praises and degrades, fully aware of the way you squirm at the words. “You like making me writhe for you, don’t you? Like watching me while you fuck me with your mouth?” The hand in the sheets moves as the other tugs at your hair, pulling you from his length enough to brush his fingers over your lips while one of your hands wraps around him to stroke him while he holds you away from the length. “I showed you how good it feels, and now you love to do it, huh?” He watches as you nod. 

“I like seeing how good it makes you feel,” your voice is rough, but you hold his eyes, smirking at him. “I love the way you moan and hiss, the way you praise me for pleasing you right.”

“You do love to be praised, huh?” Hongjoong mocks, hips rocking up into your hand as he speaks. “You get so wet and needy when I tell you you’re doing a good job. My perfect mate, my good girl, always being so attentive to my reactions. I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Captain.” you reply.

“I should reward you, princess.”

You shake your head a little. “Not yet, please. Let me be a good girl and please you first.”

“You’re already being such a good girl, though, Y/N.” He teases, but when you once more shake your head, he smirks at you. “Ahhh, I know what it is you want. You want us even before I fill you with my cock, don’t you? You want me to cum all over your tits so I can clean up my mess, yeah?” When you moan with a near-frantic nod, legs squeezing together as you lick your lips, he hums thoughtfully.

“Yes,” you beg, eyes closing. “Yes, please, Hongjoong. My soul, my captain, my love.” Your hand still works over him, and you know he’s aware of the way he’s leaking precum, his eyes never leaving yours. He then nods, relaxing the hold on your hair so you can once more dive onto him, hollowing your cheeks every few bobs of your head to further spur him to his first end. You recognize the way his head tilts back, the way his legs fall open even more, how his hips roll erratically up into your mouth. Suddenly, his hand tightens and pulls you up, a string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips to his throbbing member. Your hand returns to stroking him, adjust so your chest hovers near his shaft. His free hand moves to join your own at his length, applying just a little more pressure as he watches you.

“Can’t wait to see you painted in my cum, to clean up your tits while you ride my cock.” he pants, body quaking as he gets closer. A few more pumps from your hands and his release hits him, coating your breasts in his seed as his head falls back and whacks the headboard, his eyes closed as he breathes. “Fuck, princess,” he huffs, opening his eyes to smirk down at you. “Such a good job. Couldn’t have asked for a better mate than my magic girl.”

You giggle breathlessly, moving to close his legs so you can tug at his pants, smirking up at him as he comes down from his high, watching you as he catches his breath. “I love when I get to see you like this.”

“Drained of every fluid and aching for more of you?” Hongjoong jokes, his eyes still glowing even in the light of the hotel room. 

You shake your head, letting the denim and the boxers fall to the side of the bed, scooting up to straddle him while your fingers begin unbuttoning the shirt. “Your true form, Hongjoong. The demon I fell in love with.”

“I fell in love with you first, you know.” Hongjoong sits up to help you slide the shirt off, hands then roaming over your body. “The first time you asked to see this form, I knew I was lost on you. You stole my heart when I didn’t even think I had one to steal.” he tilted his head to kiss at your shoulder and up to your neck, his claws teasing over your skin. “That’s why I can never get enough of you, my princess.”

“Is that why I have a mating scar and a ring?” you teased, sliding up to drag the pads of your fingers over his shaft, the contact easily stirring it back to life, hardening under your knowledgeable touch.

“You have both because you said yes,” Hongjoong countered with a moan as his arousal spiked again, biting at your pulse as your fingers caressed over his length. “You have them because I love you and my soul is yours. The sex is just a bonus.” You can’t help but laugh, adjusting so you can ease his semi-hard (and getting harder) length into your folds, both of you moaning as you became one. The moment he bottomed out, Hongjoong was pulling you into a deep kiss, hands on your hips as he devoured your mouth before dipping his head to swipe his tongue through the sticky mess still coating your breasts. “I could go so many rounds and not need a break. You feel and sound so good.”

“We still need sleep, my beloved demon.” you breathed, tilting your head to kiss at his neck. “We have a flight in the morning.”

“Then let’s make sure your ride lasts.” Hongjoong smirks as he looks at you, leaning to to swipe another bit of his own release from your chest. “Because I am so far from done with you.”

“All this from some lace lingerie? Maybe I should buy more.”

“You started this, my precious girl.”

You make a point to lift your hips and drop without warning, smirking as Hongjoong almost screams out a moan. “Don’t get it twisted, Hongjoong. You started this when you decided to flaunt around in a full cowboy outfit like I wasn’t going to devoid you over it.” 

He responds by picking his hat up from the bed where it had fallen, placing it on your head with a smirk. “I’ll wear it anytime you want me to, gorgeous.”

“What if I just want you in the hat, hmm?” you ask, laughing out a moan as he begins to guide you on him, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he watches you. 

“I’m your cowboy, remember?”

“Yeah? Let me save a few horses, huh?”

Hongjoong smirks, fangs showing as he tugs you against him into a kiss, which allows him to change the angle of his hips as he picks up the pace to hear you moan more. “You can ride me anytime, Y/N. Day or night.”

[autisticlenaluthor]

to protect my infancy

in which lena luthor is growing up Deaf & non verbal with the luthor's, doing her best to survive in a world that isn't built for her -> OR: a childhood lena luthor character study, and the prequel to fresh pair of eyes tw: abelism + mentions of child abuse word count: 1892

There are red marks on Lena’s hands and wrists from all the times they’ve been smacked down. From all the times she’s tried to tell them what she needs and remind them that she’s still there even without her voice. 

It’s confusing, at first. The words still circle in her mind like horses on a carousel, incapable of ever stopping. They’re magical and colorful and even though her new parents refuse to hear them, Lena knows they could be beautiful. She knows it the same way she knows six months (or maybe an eternity) ago, they were cherished more than anything in the world.

She knows it the way she knows most things. Numbers and math and the names of all the pieces on her chess board– the game Lex refuses to play with her after she beat him three times in a row. 

When she turns five, the Luthor’s take her to the doctor and put what feels like clay in her ears. Lena screams the whole time. She’s too young to understand why they’ll only listen with their ears and not yet tainted enough to see why the language she’s always found so wonderful is so ugly in Lillian’s eyes.

But when the clay is done, Lena’s able to look through the tears that cloud her vision to see the way the doctor moves his hands. It’s hard to focus on with Lillian’s nails still digging into her arms but it reminds her of the ones her mom used to use. Sure, Lena can see that they’re different– the gestures are much sharper than the ones she’s used to. But they’re something. They’re enough to make her wipe her eyes so she can get a better look and see if maybe, he’ll say something she understands. 

But he doesn’t. And Lena feels so stupid for getting her hopes up.

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Lena finds a stray kitten in the flower pit outside the library. 

Standing on the cement steps, clutching the straps of the backpack she’s filled with books, Lena tilts her head. It’s an ugly little thing with a scratch across its left eye and fur so muddy she can hardly tell what color coat lies beneath. But even so, it’s precious. And so, so small.

Its eyes are wide and afraid and its body (which could easily fit in the palm of Lena's tiny, six-year-old hands) is shaking. From afar, Lena can see their ribs poking through their fur. She imagines it’s stomach rumbling the way hers did after Lillian sent her to bed without dinner (how was she supposed to know green beans would have that texture? It wasn’t her fault she’d spit them out!) only a million times worse.

At least she’d been given breakfast the next morning. This little guy had nothing. 

Lena shudders at the thought. No kitten should be left out alone in the cold. They just need someone to take care of them… someone to pick them up and tell them everything’s going to be okay. 

As she drums her fingers against the straps, Lena inhales. Cool air brushes against her back, signaling people are walking down the stairs behind her. One of them knocks into her and she stumbles, regaining her footing a few steps below.

By now, she’s used to the bumps and bruises. She doesn’t even bother looking back to see if they’ve acknowledged her anymore. Because as the rest of the world continues to move, Lena finds herself frozen. She’s trapped in an instant while staring at this little creature and the way its head lifts for just a second to lock its eyes with hers. It’s a moment that ends faster than it began and soon enough, the kitten is back to licking the wound on its leg. 

Lena frowns. 

It’s broken, she thinks. 

One of his ears appears to be bitten off, like he’s been in a fight. The edges are jagged and rough and the inside looks even worse. It’s scabbed and bruised and coated in dried out blood.

Like me. 

Without giving it a second thought, Lena runs down the rest of the steps and does her best to climb over the fence. It goes up past her waist so she has to swing one leg over and lay her belly on the metal– the weight of her backpack tipping her over and causing her to fall into the flowers. 

The kitten retreats backward to hide behind a turned-over stone. As quickly as she can, Lena removes her bag and shoves it against the fence with her shoe. She takes another moment to tuck her lower legs and sit on her heels before extending her hands and wiggling her fingers to try and bring the kitten back out. 

“Come here,” she signs. “I’ll help you.” 

The kitten moves backward and Lena tries to crouch even lower. 

“I’ll be nice,” she signs. “And so gentle. I won’t hurt you.” 

After a second, the kitten takes a shaky step toward her. Lena reaches out her hands to pick it up, moving slowly and carefully so it won’t startle, before eventually slipping her palms beneath its frail body and lifting it up to get a better look. And only when she knows the kitty won’t jump out of her hands, Lena tucks them against her chest and wraps her jacket around it. 

You’re gonna be my new friend, she decides. My new best friend. 

---

Lena visits her new friend every Wednesday after her chess class at the private high school. Her nanny doesn’t work Wednesdays so the family driver, Frank, picks her up from the academy. He’s old– or at least, older than Lena’s parents are; with scruffy white whiskers that make him look like Santa and skinny gold glasses. 

Lena likes him more than her nanny. 

Because even though Frank is the most sluggish walker she’s ever met, and he insists on carrying her backpack, (all the high schoolers carry their own) he’s the only adult other than her tutors who makes an effort to sign. 

It’s slow– just most things about him are, but each week he knows a few more words. And when Lena signs back, he doesn’t smack her hands down. Even when Lena goes too fast. Even when she shows words he doesn’t know. He never hits her. Ever. 

He lets her kick her car seat for ten minutes straight when Lena’s so upset about her schedule being changed she feels like she could explode. He brings her cookies from the bakery across the street even though they’re one of Lillian’s forbidden foods. He tells her when he can hear her humming but not to make her stop– just so she’ll know she’s making a noise. And he’s the only person Lena isn’t afraid to flap her hands in front of because he’s the only person who hasn’t given her a reason to stop. 

But most importantly, Frank takes her to the library and goes inside with her because according to him, she’s too young to go in by herself. He does his best to interpret for her and he checks out books on his card because Lillian won’t let Lena get her own. Every time, he slips in a picture book– something by Dr. Suess or another children’s author, that has lots of bright colors which he knows Lena won’t get at home. 

He’s the first person Lena introduces to her best friend. 

She climbs over the fence just as she always does (now, with a little more grace) and tip-toes over to the bushes. She pokes around for a second before finding her kitty and picking her up to cradle in her arms like a baby. 

“My friend,” Lena signs, when she turns back to frank. “P-a-t-c-h. Patch.” 

Frank’s mouth and beard move and when Lena makes a face, he stops himself to sign. 

“Name Patch?”  

Lena nods and points to the lone spot of yellow in Patch’s brown fur, just below her right eye. 

“P-a-t-c-h,” she signs again. 

Patch purrs against her and Lena smiles, scratching the kitten between her ears. 

“She’s like me,” she explains as she looks back at Frank. “Her ears don’t work. And she gets lonely sometimes– there aren’t any mommy cats to take care of her.” 

Frank nods and gives a sad smile. 

“But you take care of her?” 

“I do.” Lena smiles. “Like you take care of me.”

---

The library closes that summer. On its final day, Lena climbs over the fence one last time and scoops Patch up in her arm. 

She’s tall enough then that she can just step over the barrier and as she does so, it’s as if the world has slowed down all over again. A misty breeze blows through her hair and allows her to raise her shoulders so they’re no longer slumped. Her toes hit the ground but her heels don’t follow. Instead, Lena soaks up the extra inch of height. She imagines a red cape blowing behind her as a crowd waves their hands to applaud. She’s a hero. Rescuing Patch from his cruel fate now that the library is being abandoned the same way he was. The same way they were. 

But then, her heels hit the ground. 

The people vanish and the clapping stops. And Lena is back to being as small and useless as she was a second before. 

---

She walks with Patch across town to her favorite bookstore. Next to the library, it’s her second favorite place in the world. 

“Have to be quiet,” Lena signs before they enter. 

Patch paws at her hand and she sighs. 

“Quiet,” she signs again. 

As if to oblige, Patch lays his head against her upper arm, just above the crook of her elbow. Lena smiles and kisses the spot between his eyes, taking another second before pushing the glass door open and walking inside. 

There’s an old man sitting behind the counter with grey hair and glasses like Frank. That must be a good sign, Lena thinks. If he’s anything like her older friend– he’ll understand the situation and let Patch live in their garden the same way the library did. 

But when he notices the kitten in his arm, his brow scrunches. He stares for a moment before opening his mouth wide and beginning to move. Either words are coming out of it or he’s taking a really big yawn, which means Lena needs to explain before it’s too late.

Quickly, she lifts her hand and makes a writing motion with her wrist. If she could only write down what happened, she knows he’d understand.

But he doesn’t stop speaking. If anything, he develops the same angry look on his face that Lionel gets when she flickers the lights or stomps her foot to get his attention. It's making his skin get red and puffy, like he’s somehow allergic to her, and while Lena can’t understand what he’s saying– she knows enough to know it’s time to leave. 

She huffs out a sigh and looks down at Patch, shaking her head before shooting the clerk with the strongest glare she can muster.

“You’re not being very nice, you know,” she signs. “And you shouldn’t talk to kids or cats that way.”

With that, she pushes the big wooden door back open and hops down the steps.

[self-indulgent-devils]

Heya was just curious to ask since I really love the headcanons ya have for Mammon x fat/chubby reader, and since there’s hardly any atm, was hoping ya do a scenario of mammon falling in love with a recent gender neutral fat/chubby sinner reader?

Oh yes, I can do just that! (Sorry it took a while, wrote myself into a corner and had a bunch of irl stuff going on. Apologies if it is a bit messy. Took time off as I said and just have been going thru a lot. But I always make sure to finish my fics eventually. :3)

★Mammon x fat/chubby reader!★

Not much caught Mammon's eye to be quite honest. Unless it was some little moneymaker like Fizzarolli then it wasn't really of interest to him. He had only really flirted a few times in his life because people rarely caught his interest. Why bother with people when he can continue having all the power and wealth?

What he didn't expect was to meet the most adorable little sinner. He had gone to pride for some tour bullshit as usual. Having his amazing and bombastic personality and giving quite the show especially with his new moneymakers. It was on one of his days off, as he drove through the city in his gorgeous green limo, that he happened to spy the loveliest of little demons. His eyes caught onto them immediately as the limo was halted for a moment. They were thicc and something about just seemed so...unique. All of their sinner features were unique too. After all, every sinner is really their own being and they have such wild forms compared to all lot of hellborns. Mammon had never paid much attention to sinner demons before. They were Lucifer's domain, not his, and they meant very little to him. But all of a sudden, Mammon felt a certain draw. Maybe it was the coloring of their form or the way their fat showed through their clothes or the way they presented themselves in their fashion and style choices, but they were...spectacular in his eyes. Mammon give a greedy grin and opened the door to his limo, stepping out and immediately walking up to you. He wasn't going to let this precious bean go. Oh no no no. You were going to be his, one way or another.

Mammon stopped you in your tracks, clamping his arms down on you shoulders. You were obviously startled and even more freaked out when you turned and saw this gigantic demon there. Demons could be quite large, but between his weight and his height, he was even more formidable than some of the gigantic overlords.

"Now excuse me there, mate! I just wanted to talk to ya for a moment!" His Australian accent shone through as he spoke. He was boisterous and lively. You knew, this demon, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"What about exactly?" You ask, your defenses up. Even if he could squash you easily and most likely had immense power, you still tried to remain calm. Who knows how a demon like him would react if you came off as too scared? A lot of the overlords would absolutely use it against you.

"Walk with me!" Mammon moves to stand next to you, wrapping arms around you and leading you back to his limo. "I don't know if ya know me! Sinners are pretty indifferent to the sins, but I'm the Great Mammon!!! Leader of the Greed ring and all that and super powerful. I run a huge show! I was just in town for one of my fucking tours when I saw your fat ass and knew I had to meet you! I mean, what's a cunt like you doing in hell anyway? You're too dazzling to be a sinner! That's a fucking compliment so take it as one." Mammon gave a hearty laugh. You didn't even know what to say. The wave of curses and his brash nature. And how did you not seem like a sinner? You felt like you fit the bill enough.

"Um. Thanks." You still felt so uneasy and mostly just...confused. Other sins rarely came to the Pride ring. Even then, Lucifer who runs it barely showed himself. Sinners have always just been on their own and then here was one of the sins talking to you. Someone entirely random. You brushed some hair back, so overwhelmed and unsure of anything and everything.

"Now!" Mammon slightly pushes you into the limo, being forceful as he climbs in and slams the door. Not an ounce of care for whatever you were busy doing. You were on *his* time now. "Have ya ever thought about performing? Ya got a talent or anything? Some shit like that!" Mammon didn't know what it was that quite had you catching his eye, but he just knew he had to take you in. For money of course! That's what he told himself anyway. It was all for the money and the shows. People would probably go feral for a famous sinner like you, one made famous by a sin himself! Mostly it was overlords making other sinners famous. But imagine if he was the first one to really focus on a sinner! Make them known all throughout hell when a lot of hellborns were indifferent to sinners much as sinners were to them. Sure they intermingled and all, but they very much kept to themselves a lot of the time. All the ways he could use you, imagining all of the talent you could give. He didn't even think to ponder about you yourself. He had you in his limo, that's the first move.

"Performing? I mean. I can do some stuff, but I'm not really skilled enough to perform. Are you trying to offer me a job or something?" This felt like some scenario right out of a movie or a fanfiction. This powerful demon just picks you up and wants to make you perform. It was off putting and strange, like it couldn't happen to you. Especially since you figured no one would really prefer you.

It's not that you hate yourself, no. But you know what you are. You're just a person. An every day fat person. And most people already can't stand seeing fat people without making jokes. A lot of the most famous sinners even then were quite small as well. Sure this guy was fat too, but with your lack of stage presence and not really diving into performing, you were sure you didn't have much to offer.

"Well whatever it is, we can work on it! Ya just gotta give me an audition sometime! You? You've got star material, bitch! You've fucking got it! I look at you and I can't look away! Usually I just host fucking auditions and shit, but I saw you and I could feel it!!! I mostly do clown work, but we can make anything work cause I'm that good! I'm the man, the myth, the legend himself! THE Mammon!!! People fucking love me and all my little brand babies!!!" His laugh was so intense. You didn't know what to expect for a sin, but unashamed greed wasn't quite what you pictured. You figured those were mostly stereotypes of sins, but Mammon was proving it to be quite true. "Listen, ya bloody cunt. I don't care what your talent is, I'm gonna make ya fucking famous! Your face everywhere! Isn't it fucking amazing?! Hell yeah it is!!!" He barely waited for your answer. Actually, he didn't wait for your answer. He didn't even seem to care about conversing. Mammon's mind was made up, you could see that right away.

It was unnerving to be in a atranger's limo, especially one so powerful. Although the strangeness of the experience and your unease, you did feel oddly flattered. Someone so powerful willing to do whatever it takes to make you famous? You really thought it took a specific kind of person, a specific look or talent, to get there. It seemed like all the famous people you had heard of all seemed to fit the bill. And you? You were just a nobody trying to live their life, trying to be who you were, trying to feel secure in yourself. You knew most people wouldn't even want someone like you. Whether it was the weight or the gender or the looks or even just you being you. Not that you expected hatred fully, but you also didn't see yourself of that level. You weren't like any of the overlords or any of the famous actors or any of the musicians. You weren't like anyone that was recognizable.

"Why exactly do you want me though...? I mean. You see me, right? What about me says I'm good to be made famous?" You motioned towards yourself as you fidgeted with your phone a bit, popping the pop socket open and closed over and over again.

"I don't fucking know, but I know you're perfect! Your form is like nothing I've ever seen before!!! You got that stardom kind of cunty energy too!!! Like you could be the top bitch if given the right help!!! All it takes is a big dick to make ya famous, aka ME!!!!!" That didn't sound like the compliment to you or him that he meant it too, but you weren't gonna question him. No. You valued your life too much.

"I don't...I don't get it. I haven't done anything. And it's not like I designed my own demon form or something! I just woke up and looked like this! All I do is style my clothes and hair and anything else. Experiment and play around. Tons of people do that and they aren't being picked up off the streets to be made famous."

Mammon just stared at you then shrugged as he somehow took out food from somewhere and began munching away.

"Listen. I don't fucking care whether ya see it or not. I'm making you famous." His chewing was obnoxious and a bit gross too, but there was something charming too. Like a man just unashamed to be gross, to use a bunch of curse words, to just be some rich and powerful mess. So many tried to keep up their image, especially in the overlords. They needed to keep their control. And Mammon? He didn't fucking care if he was a glutton or a potty mouth. It made you feel something a bit inside. Most would probably find him repulsive, but it was almost...endearing to you, in a sort of charming and funny way. Mammon let out a large burp which kind of scared you and grossed you out.

"Okay. I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"No you fucking don't so better get used to your beautiful fat ass being fucking SPOILED!!! Ha!!!"

. . .

Mammon stepped out of his limo and grabbed your wrist, yanking you out like you were some ragdoll or stuffed toy. It was effortless, despite your height and weight. Which wasn't surprising since he clearly outranked you in both those. Most demons weren't too big of a difference in height or weight or build or appearance. So to be face to face or hand to hand or side to side with this ginormous demon that had influence over a whole thing was certainly intimidating.

Mammon continued to basically just drag you inside of his mansion. He normally didn't really bring people here. He preferred meeting elsewhere for business and shit. But it felt right to bring you back. He couldn't just let you go! Some other powerful asshat could snatch you up and then he'd probably have to spend money to get you back! You're supposed to make him money, not make him spend it! Though he couldn't wait to spend money on you and bring out your stardom. He couldn't help imagining all he could do. All the clothes he could see on your chubby body, helping you figure out your style and making sure you look hotter than hell itself, seeing you not be so insecure unless it was his job to make you feel better. The power of having you in his grasp was driving him crazy. You were his. He already had you even if no official business was done yet. He already believed he fucking owned you. You were going to be better than Fizzy ever was!!! Though he wouldn't make sex bots out of you. Something about that just...made him so angry. There would have to be limits on what he decides to make for merchandise with you. He looked down at your smaller form. The way your body looked made him so happy. A lot of his moneymakers were thin too. And like with Fizz, people often demanded them to be thinner. But you? Mammon would make sure people would never want you be thinner. No. You don't need to change. Seeing you change would suck like hell because the way you were now was perfect. Like a work of art to him, like a painting that spawns endless amounts of money through magic. He had dollar bills in his eyes as his hand moved down to your waist and pulled you even closer. You. Were. *His.* And his alone.

You felt his hand move to your waist and couldn't help, but tense up a bit. You weren't exactly used to more...intimate affections and touches. It wasn't like you had a romantic partner or anything. You had just been focusing on yourself and figuring out what makes you happy. So for him to put his hand there as if you were his lover or something, it made you feel uncomfortable, but also embarrassed. You couldn't stop your cheeks from slightly burning at the gesture. Quickly, you wanted to move on from it and try to put it out of your mind. He just wants to hire you, not date you or sleep with you. He's a sin! He is wealthy and powerful as fuck! He's not going to want someone that's just ordinary. So you quickly tried to find something to say.

"So. Why are we at your house?" You asked. "What's your plan here?"

Mammon blinked, making quite the dumb face as his brain chugged. What the fuck does he say? He had to think of an explanation and make it smooth as fuck. "To work on your audition, of course! Don't ya fucking know what I want? I gotta see your talent for yourself! A pretty face can only get ya so far! And you're a real looker, bitch~" Your cheeks warmed again. Weird to get compliments like he was flirting with you when he's just here to hire you. Part of you wanted to suspect maybe there could be more, it was like a fantasy anyway, but the reality is rarely ever that.

Mammon brought you to his room and brought you over to the couch, setting you down. "Now stay! I gotta set this shit up so your bitch ass can show me what ya fucking got!" He was so loud and intense. You just watched him as he went over to some drawers and bent over with his back to you. You could barely process anything, you didn't even know what to do. You were having an impromptu audition. You pinched yourself slightly, wondering if it was some crazy ass dream. Nope. It was real. It's not like you're totally withdrawn or anything, but who really just performs for a random audition they got dragged into. Most people auditioning want to be there and practiced a lot beforehand.

"Wait" Mammon thought aloud as he stood up, eyes wide and brows furrowed, concentration written all over his round face "I don't even know what your fucking talent is! What are we even auditioning for? I don't know what I need to set this shit up!" As he turned around, in his hands was a clown costume in similar coloring this outfit. You didn't know how to take it. Regardless of what you planned to or could perform, he wanted to see you in this.

You took the outfit and went behind a dressing curtain to change into it. This outfit was a bit more skin tight than you were used to, much like a leotard almost, but still with some frills and additions to add some clownery to it. Little puffballs, a jester bell or two, ruffles and frills, even a little skirt-like bit. But the bits and bobs didn't matter as much to Mammom, although he did enjoy a clown look, just look at that man himself! He was just happy to see your gorgeous fat self in an outfit matching him~ It was as if you were already wearing a sign that read "Property of Mammon." You weren't sure if this was particularly your style, but maybe you could make some tweaks later on. Surely he would listen to what you'd want in an outfit you'd be wearing to perform in. Especially to make it fit more what you wanted to express gender-wise and comfort-wise.

As you stood now before him in his little costume, Mammon became even more certain that you were just DESTINED to be his. Didn't matter if ya had a gender or not. He just loved what he was seeing here.

Meanwhile. You weren't sure about any of this at all. You're not the performance type and you really weren't fully confident in yourself yet. You still had a lot of exploring and getting used to things to do. You really didn't need to be shown off and trying to entertain a crowd.

"Um. Listen. I'm not...really sure about the whole performing thing." You began with.

"Uh, what?" Mammon's tone didn't convey joy at that. You were meant to be HIS and all of his favorite little toys PERFORMED and made him more MONEY. Though he could see himself spending cash on you. Discreetly though. He didn't need people thinking he was soft and gonna give handouts. No. He just had to make his favorite little moneymaker look good and make sure they were happy~

"It's not that I'm against it. But I'm not really cut out for this. At least. I don't know, not now anyway." You looked down at your outfit. "This is all a bit much. And I'm not even sure how I feel about this outfit." You started to envision all the ways you could make it what you wanted. "I just...am still figuring stuff out with myself. What I like, what I'm comfortable in, all of that. I'm not really...ready to just...show myself off to a crowd while trying to entertain them. That's...a lot of pressure to look and act and perform a certain way. I just...don't think I can take that."

Mammon just stared at you as he blinked. His blinking made him look like his brain was struggling to process it.

"And I don't really know if I'm what you want or anything. Like. What do you even know about me? Don't you want someone more...I don't know, mainstream? Attractive? Binary? Cis? Established in hell or in entertainment? Not even just attractive, but like...marketably thin? Isn't that what most people want anyway?"

Mammon stared at you still as you asked all that. No fucking way was this cute as hell and handsome as fuck bitch asking all that. He didn't say a word then took you in his large arms. He held you against his big body as he leaned back.

"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck." Mammon growled out. He started petting you as he spoke. "What I say is hot is what's hot. What I want to show off under my brand is my choice. I don't fucking care if ya look like some shapeless blob of an eldritch horror. I can make ya be adored. If they got a problem with your size, they can fucking talk to me. I'm big as hell. It ain't the fucking size that matters."

You leaned against his big body, surprised at the oddly comforting feeling of being held in such a way. Like you were his own personal stuffed animal.

"I'm the fuckin' king around here!!! Those pathetic fools will eat up what I say they will eat up!!!" He let out a huff as he spoke. "I picked you cause I can see it. You got that thing that will drive people wild. That'll make me fuckin' satisfied. I don't care if you perform or not. I want you to be fuckin' mine." Mammon didn't even fully realize what he had just said, too caught up in his emotions and to prove that you were perfect.

"So what if you ain't someone that's cis or that whatever ya got goin' on doesn't make sense? I don't care if you consider yourself every gender you can think of. I don't care if you're androgynous or fem or masc. I don't care what you consider yourself. You're fuckin' perfect, got it? I've never cared who it is. But you? You're the first one that I look at," his large hand cupped your cheek as he grinned down at you, "that I want by my fucking side and covered in everything that I buy for ya that will bring a smile to your face." His grin looked so sadistic and evil. But his words were so...romantic and sweet. And encouraging.

"Now if I introduce ya and any of those shitbags in the audience make comments on what you identify as or how you express yourself or what you wear. If they got anything smart to say outta their cunt mouths, they gotta deal with **me.** And you DON'T want to piss off a fucking sin." His voice was so serious, something so unusual for the king of greed unless he was threatening one of his brand babies.

"Don't you worry about what people want. You just worry about what I want~" His large finger stroked your cheek like you were his tiny little pet. "And I guess what you want too. I'll buy you some shit if it'll make ya happy. And we can put off the performing until you're ready to be showcased to hell as my little cutie pie~"

You leaned into all of his affections, feeling so safe in his arms. No matter what you went through, Mammon just proved that he would be there for you through it all. And of course a chubby man like him would love his chubby little baby that he can spoil. You'd be like a lap dog or a purse dog, but also the one he loved the most. Cause unlike Fizzy or any of his other past brand babies, you were something special and you meant more to him than just earning him money. You were as good as money and fame itself. And way better than just having a sex robot he made by his side to serve him. Now he had an actual demon. An adorable little sinner. He would spoil you fucking rotten and support you no matter what. That way, you would always want to be by him and love him. After all, only a sin like him could truly spoil you and give you what you wanted.

"Just tell me what you're comfortable wearing and I'll make an outfit me themed just for you~ So everyone knows that you~ **belong to me now~**" His finger slightly scritched underneath your chin, treating you like you were his already. At this point, you weren't sure how you could refuse. You never expected this or to basically have access to ANYTHING since he was so wealthy. But here you were. And it didn't matter where you went from here, what you found out about yourself, who you came to be. You'd have Mammon's money and support and love.

No matter how many years passed, Mammon would look at you with that loving look of greed. Even if you never performed, he would keep you by his side, claiming you were good for his image alone. But he also just liked having an actual demon to love on instead of just those fizz robots by his side. And shockingly, Mammon was quite the affectionate man. He loved to kiss you all over, spoil you, buy you anything you wanted. Your smile was as precious as all the money he had. Turned out he was so greedy for you.

And if you ever felt insecure or questioned yourself or even wondered how he felt about you, Mammon would banish any doubt in your mind so fast. Guaranteeing his support, buying you stuff, taking you on vacation, keeping you away from the shitty paparazzi of hell, dressing you in what you liked, helping you be your best and brightest self. He made sure that you knew you had something no other demon could have, that you made his greedy heart feel greedy for the one thing he never cared much for before. You had the special something that got him to crave your love and affection and to return the favor for all of eternity. And he would never let anything ruin that precious little smile.

[fagbearentertainment]

fagbearentertainment should’ve would’ve been the name of some fuckass rebornica inspired ask blog in like 2016. Actually going full period accurate it would’ve been ask-the-fazgay-crew or smth

All the animatronics names would’ve been Freddy Fazgay and Bisexual the Bunny and shit. A running bit would be Phone Guy profusely claiming he’s straight while heavily blushing every time an ask goes “ooo u liek vincent don’t u scott ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Jeremy would still be aroace and he’d be infantilized by asks calling him a smol bean to precious for dis smexy pizzeria and by the blog runner who makes him be confused by all the sex jokes. Every time someone says something gay while he’s in the room there’s a hundred asks going “GASP!!! PROTECC THE BEAN!!! *covers Jeremy’s ears and drags him out of the room*” and they draw it every time

[feral4fiktion]

Just a little fluff and Rookanis unable to express feelings through words.

Cioccolata Calda (914 words) by Feral4Fiktion Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin, Davrin (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age), Evka, Antoine (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: can't verbalize feelings Summary: Set after that one comment from Mila where she tells her dad "Rook's Crow Friend" gifted her some of her fav drink.

914 words

nogender!Rook x Lucanis

Cioccolata Calda

Rook nearly ran through the Eluvian, pausing only long enough to let Evka know they were leaving, but would check in soon in a huff of breath so fast the poor woman hardly had time to look up upon hearing it before the elf was gone. Her companions were a few more steps behind, but not in near as much of a rush as Rook had seemed to be in.

“What’s that about? Did something happen?” She questioned Davrin, who had already stopped to give a full report before he realized Rook had left him and Emmrich already.

“No idea…everything was normal when we walked up, right?” He glanced at an equally confused Emmrich.

“Yes…nothing out of the ordinary, I don’t think. Although…” He glanced behind him, “They did pause a half step when Mila spoke with her father…something about cioccolata calda?”

The two held a gaze for a moment, analyzing what was said before a clear understanding reached them both at once.

Davrin chuckled dryly as he shrugged. “All he has to do is open his eyes, much less do something nice for someone.”

“Indeed. The hearts strings tug tighter when pulled by a kind hand, though.” Emmrich replied, his eyes shimmering with something like wistfullness as he gazed in the direction their leader had gone.

“Well, since we didn’t get any, how about I treat you to some gingerwort truffle tea? I hear good things.” Davrin lightly nudged the tall man’s arm and started heading toward the Eluvian.

“Perhaps a taste, purely for academia, but I’m afraid Rook has quite frightened me off the drink.” Emmrich chuckled but followed.

“What was that about truffle tea?” Antoine finally turned from what he’d been fiddling on the table with after a slight pause.

“No idea. At this point I’ve stopped trying to make sense of that group, and just go with whatever.” Evka shrugged with a rueful grin, but paused when Antoine looked at her thoughtfully.

“I borrowed a recipe book from the professor recently…it had a truffle tea in it that sounded…interesting.”

“Oh…If you want we could try it?” Evka looked at him uncertainly, but Antoine met her with a sly grin.

“Of course, perhaps tonight, in the Sheltered Glade?”

Back in the Lighthouse, most of the companions were off doing other things, or working diligently on their own projects, which was fine for Rook because there was only one person they wanted to see.

Before opening the doors to the kitchen Rook could already smell a fresh batch of coffee, stronger than most people might like, but lately everyone had started to appreciate it. And right now, Rook was appreciating the man hovered around the fireplace, steaming cup already in hand.

“Rook! You’re back early…I made this pot strong, I can make another more…drinkable…if you like.” He turned just enough to gift Rook a small smile, while also checking them over for any injuries sustained while he wasn’t around to protect them. His smile widened when he found them completely unharmed.

“Thank you, Lucanis. But I came for something stronger than coffee.” This earned Rook a full turn with a furrowed brow. His eyes flickered to a spot just over Rook’s shoulder for a moment, but apparently Spite hadn’t offered anything helpful.

“What could be stronger than coffee?” He finally asked. Rook grinned at the edge of disbelief in his voice that anything could be stronger than his precious bean water.

They approached calmly, not hurrying anymore now that the assassin’s eyes followed their every movement, maybe slightly on edge, but much less so than he used to be when someone got close.

If he looked overly wary as Rook stopped before him, neither said anything as Rook slowly raised their arms just high enough to wrap around his waist and pull their body closer to his. With a deep breath and their head pressed gently into his shoulder, still moving slowly enough to give him time to move away if he wanted, the two stayed there for a long moment before Rook pulled away just enough to meet his suddenly impossibly wide brown eyes.

“There. That should keep me going for a while.” Rook smirked. “Thanks Lucanis.” Then they stepped away fully, turning to see what he’d already set out for dinner.

Lucanis had frozen with one arm slightly raised…maybe he’d been working up the courage to pull Rook closer into the hug? He wasn’t sure himself as he watched them grab a slice of toast, still reeling from what they’d said.

“Mila liked the cioccolata calda, by the way,” Rook stated before sitting in their usual seat at the head of the table. Lucanis sputtered for a moment, not sure where that comment had come from, and unable to stop a small flush from heating his cheeks. He hadn’t told anyone about his gift to the girl, but the warmth in Rook’s voice (with just an edge of that teasing lilt they’d picked up from Neve), obviously made him want to deny anything.

“She’s been through a lot.” He turned back to the little kitchen, wanting to busy his hands, and not notice the smile that was following him. “And she saved our lives. It’s nothing.”

There was a beat of silence as he stirred the pasta currently cooking in the pot. Just over the sound of the sauce starting to boil came an almost whispered: “It’s everything, to me.”

[1intrusivethoughts1]

Accidental Confession

Yamaguchi Tadashi x gn!reader

warnings: idk, fluff, takes place in HS, reader confesses through a note, wholesome, kinda short? 1k words

Holding the precious note close to your chest, you walked through the outside corridors of Karasuno high school in search of the volleyball gym. As you walked closer to a certain building, you could hear balls slamming onto the floor. That was a good sign. Your main goal was to slip the note into Yamaguchi’s locker without him, and preferably nobody else noticing. 

You peered into the gym to confirm whether it was the right place or not. Luckily it was, which lead you to the next door over. The locker room. You had an idea of where his locker was, though his backpack leaning against it conforming your ideas. Glancing around the room, you hurriedly slid the note through the crack before practically running out. 

The next day was absolute torture. Sitting in class, believing every glance Yamaguchi gave you was filled with judgement and hatred. Yes, it is possible for you to be overreacting, but he hasn’t said anything yet. Maybe he didn’t read the note? Or worse, he doesn’t like you back and will never talk to you again. 

As class ended, you hurriedly gathered your materials and shoved them inside your bag. You bolted out the room, but was stopped after you saw Tsukishima, Yamaguchi’s friend, glaring down at you. He waved you over and you hesitantly walked over. 

Your mind raced with thoughts, what happened? Why does he want to talk to you all of a sudden? Did Yamaguchi tell Tsuki about the note?

“Oi…” Tsukishima brought you out of your thoughts. 

“What is it, Tsukishima?” You questioned, your fingers nervously toying with your school uniform. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he looked down at you. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out your note. 

You looked mortified. Was Yamaguchi so disgusted by it that he handed it to Tsukishima?! You were close to death at this point.

“Look, I appreciate the time it took you to make this…but I don’t feel the same.” Tsuki explained. 

“Huh?” You blurted out. What does he mean? 

“That note wasn’t for you. It was for Yamaguchi.” You said simply, though embarrassment slowly made its way to your cheeks. You had put it in the wrong locker. You should’ve thought of a better way to give it to him.

Tsukishima looked confused, he furrowed his eyebrows but soon smirked.

“Well, you put it in the wrong locker.” He sneered. Duh, of course you did. He didn’t have to point it out. You pouted and crossed your arms.  Was he really teasing you at a time like this?

“Im sorry, okay? Can you at least tell me where his locker is?” You frowned, reaching your hand out for the note. He dropped it in your hand, looking up at the ceiling. He placed his hand on his chin, as if he was in thought.

“Fine.” He sighed, as if he was accepting a tiresome task. You rolled your eyes, he’s so dramatic.

“Just follow me.” Tsukishima then turned around and walked in long strides. You followed him till you entered the locker room next to the gym. 

“It’s this one, don’t mess up this time.” He pointed to the locker with that stupid grin on his face.

“Okay, I get it…” You grumbled. He walked away, most likely to the gym for volleyball practice. You sighed out loud and walked up to Yamaguchi’s locker. You hoped it was.

“I swear if he’s lying…” You mumbled under your breath, slipping the note into the locker.

“[Name]? What are you doing…?” A voice startled you and you jumped back from the locker. It was Yamaguchi.

“Oh-! Uhm…nothing!” You laughed nervously, your eyes widening. What if he saw?

“Okay.” He hummed. A small smile adorned his lips before his eyes lightened up a bit.

“Oh! That’s right, Tsuki told me that you had something to give me!” He smiled. Most likely he had forgotten momentarily once he saw you slipping something in his locker.

“Oh, he did?” You laughed, though there was malice behind it. That stupid bean pole…!

“Actually…” You mumbled, your eyes shifting between him and the locker. He tilted his head before he stepped closer.

“Oh? You put it in my locker? It’s okay! I’ll get it.” He grinned, his fingers twisting at the lock. Your mouth opened slightly, oh no. He wasn’t supposed to read it with you in the room! This is so embarrassing.

He hummed as he grabbed it, tilting his head as he opened it. It had…hearts? He read the note, his lips parting and eyebrows raising. His cheeks flushed with color as he finished the love note. 

You were beyond embarrassed, eyes looking everywhere except him.

“You really feel this way?” He asked, though the question was stupid, you nodded. He stepped a bit closer, giving you enough courage to look at him. He was smiling slightly, his cheeks flushed with pink.

“I do too. I really like you.” He said softly, a hint of nervousness seeping out. You smiled at his response. It lifted a huge weight off your shoulders.

“I’m glad.” You grinned, it was the only thing you could think of to say.

“So…do you want to maybe…go out this Saturday?” He moved his hand to nervously scratch his neck. 

“I’d love that.” You nodded. Well, this worked out perfectly. You were still going to murder Tsuki later, though.

“Great! I mean, that’s nice. I-I’ll see you then…” He trailed off, glancing at the door.

You shook your head with a smile before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“See you there, Tadashi.” You said softly before exiting the room. You tried to act nonchalant, but your cheeks burned red. Why did you do that? Oh well, it’s over now.

Meanwhile, Yamaguchi almost had a heart attack. Standing there for a few moments before a huge, dopey smile spread across his face. He was definitely teased by Tsukishima at practice.

[wayfayrr]

Mossss!!! I just got off of work and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of Sky being a human <333333 ! He’s just so babygirl, a scrunkly lil baby <33

Making me think of reader sticking close to Sky- honestly projecting rn, he just looks so warm and safe to be around, I’d be taking so many naps with him <3

But also making me think that Sky would probably do better in the modern world, considering it’s all humans and precious bean would never have to worry about monsters again. And Sky with cats!! Getting to hold cats!!! AND THE PUPPIES <33333

But also I’d love to hear any other headcanons you have about human Sky <3

~🍀 anon

I hope your shift went well clover!!!

Sky is simply the sckrunkliest link - he's so babygirl and lovable in everyway <333 no there's no bias in who I write for the most wym?

Sticking close to him would just be so lovely in hyrule, he's the one in the chain that understands the most about you - he's got the kindest/calmest demeanour of them all and he's tied for best cuddler with twi what else is there to really want? if you chose him out of all of the others he'd try his hardest to prove to you it was the right choice.

sky is 100% the fastest link to adapt to the modern world you're so right about that. he struggles with tech about as much as all the rest (cept wild and tears ofc) but the other things? he's not got the same issues with food because milk isn't alcoholic to him (milk powder can be found in bloody anything so the rest of the chain are struggling for a bit), he isn't as intertwined with magic so he doesn't have any withdrawal symptoms seeing as earth doesn't have any. the animals are just another cherry on the top for it!

as for other headcanons?

✦ I think I've touched on it, but sky growing up in skyloft is the reason for his poor stamina. Hylians tend to handle high altitude and lower oxygen environments a lot better than humans and hence his stamina is way lower than it should be. (he also gets very confused when he sees you struggling with the altitude until it's pointed out humans aren't built for it)

✦ The chain are very shocked when they see him bleeding for the first time! another hc I have about hylians is that they have orange blood (this is based on botw/totks shading) so when they see his red they think there's something wrong with him

✦ He can't use most potions and magic has a lot less of an affect on him, less because he grew up with it outside humans it has next to no affect, so he has to take specialised potions and has them prioritised seeing as worst case scenario anyone else can have rulie heal them. Wild is in charge of altering and making sky's supply! Luv handed over her recipes for a good lot of rupees when they made it back to skyloft again <3 wild's the most consistent at making them so sky just has to put his life in his hands.

✦ His resting body temp is also a little higher than the chains, they had to be reassured several times that he wasn't simply running a fever

✦ the both of you are immune to a fair few hylian diseases and the ones you do get have different symptoms, however the two of you can both get each other sick - so no cuddling while one or the other is by order of time :(( Rulie also gets very sad he can't heal the two of you

✦ The rest of the chain are almost jealous of how fast you and sky bonded, and it's over things that none of them share with you. The most is twi having experience with Ordonians who are human. But being able to talk to you about human issues and get close to you through things like that? yeah they're envious to say the least