#stupid grabby hands someone pin him down

[ex0rin]

Anyway...

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hi! hope you're well!

could you please do one where jason breaks up with Piper because he realises he's in love with reader since he was little?

like reader and jason are the bestest friends with mutual crushes but were too oblivious to do anything about it and the seven have to drop the fact that reader likes him back?

Thanks

heya! I combined this ask with someone who was asking for a Jason x reader songfic with the song Bad Idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo <3

Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]

»»————-　★　————-««

“It’s a bad idea, Pipes!”

Piper pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “You are going to go to their cabin, you are going to make them sit down, and you are going to tell them that you have a crush on them, okay? And then you can both have a cutesy little romantic moment or whatever you're supposed to do in a relationship, okay?” 

“What do you mean, ‘whatever you’re supposed to do in a relationship’?” Jason asked with a confused frown. He glanced up at Piper who was pacing back and forth as he sat cross legged on her bed, picking at her Olivia rodrigo doona cover. “We were in a relationship, like, five minutes ago.” 

Piper cocked her head at him with a raised eyebrow, “that didn’t count and you know it, now go kiss them!”

“Not with tongue though,” Leo added, slurping a juice box as he spun in circles on the chair by Piper’s desk. “At least not the first time, it’d be a bit over the top. I mean unless you’re into that I guess-” 

“What are you even doing here?” Jason asked him, not unkindly. 

Leo smirked and then became distracted by the make up box on Piper’s desk, pulling out a dark lipstick and uncapping it with wide eyes. He turned back to Jason, “oh I’m watching you fail at both of your relationships.”

Jason frowned, “I just got dumped, why are you making fun of me?” 

Leo twisted the base of the lipstick and then proceeded to lick it. He screwed up his face and put it away quickly. “You two forgot you were dating for an entire week, I had to remind you when you started drooling over a certain demigod that you already had a girlfriend.” 

“Okay, that’s fair,” Jason muttered. Piper chuckled and moved her things away from Leo’s curious grabby hands, quickly taking her eyeliner off before he tried to taste test that as well. “But… but I can’t just walk up to them and be like, ‘hey, you’re my best friend, wanna kiss?’”

Leo blinked. “Why not?”

Jason wasn’t sure how his friend was still alive, but then he remembered that Leo had died already anyway. Piper shrugged, “don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how romance or social situations work.”

“Hey!” Leo hissed, pointing at her with a contour brush he’d managed to find, “that’s homophobic!”

“How can I be homophobic?” Piper screeched, pointing to the rainbow flag pinned up lopsidedly above her bed, next to the hello kitty poster and the giant banner that read ‘i fucked your mum and all i got was this stupid flag’. 

Leo just stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned to Jason. “If you don’t go romeo and juliet your way into a make out session, I will personally turn your stash of musk sticks into soot.”

Piper fiddled with her portable speaker, connecting it to the demigod proof phones Leo had managed to whip up in under three days after he discovered the Pokemon Go map reached CHB. “

“What do you mean Romeo and Juliet?” Jason asked.

“You gotta go up to their window and pretend it’s a balcony, Grace,” Piper said. SHe looked away from Olivia Rodrigo’s spotify and to the window. “It’s even raining outside. Perfect.”

Jason crossed his arms stubbornly, “I can think of a million ways it could go wrong.”

“Well I can’t,” Leo said as he started curling his eyelashes. The speaker next to him skipped a few beats and staticked it’ way through the music for a moment. Piper grinned. 

“It’s a bad idea! I’m not doing it!”

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

»»————-　★　————-««

Jason sucked in a breath and shut the Aphrodite cabin door behind him, hitching up his checked purple pajama pants and plodding through the dirt between the cabins lined up. 

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Even if he didn’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thought your eyes were when you smiled and how endearing it was that you wrapped and arm around his shoulders every time you were walking together and how that thing you did with your tongue on your lip drove him crazy, he’d still get to see you. So technically he was just visiting his best friend, what was wrong with that?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Maybe the fact that if said best friend asked to kiss him Jason wouldn’t even hesitate.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

»»————-　★　————-««

You pulled your curtains shut and waited for your younger siblings to finish putting all of their teddies to bed before the lamps were clicked off. After a few minutes, only the snores of your cabin mates and the rain on the roof were audible.

Hypnos dragged away everyone else in your cabin quickly, but you lay awake staring at the roof, your doona pulled up to your chin. A few polaroids were stuck to the walls next to your head, and the axolotl Squishmellow Leo had bought you for your birthday was in bed with you. You hugged it to your chest and shuffled around, trying to get to sleep.  

You ignored the first tap at your window, which was probably just a Harpy checking everyone was tucked into their beds and not planning to sneak out. 

The second one however, roused you from the warmth of the blanket Annabeth had crocheted as she discovered her skills with weaving. You paused in front of the window, sitting cross legged on your pillow. Whoever it was outside tapped again, so you pulled back the curtains and peeked out with narrowed eyes. 

A grin spread across your face before you could help it, and you heaved the frame up, poking your head out into the night to whisper shout. “What are you doing dude? It’s pouring!”

Jason blinked up at you with soggy hair and muddy pajamas. He plodded through the puddles up to your window. Luckily he was tall enough that you were eye level when he hopped onto a little boulder. “Um…”

“Gimme a second,” you muttered, and crawled out of bed to the shoe rack by the door. Avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak, you hopped back into bed and slid the pink spotty umbrella through the window, opening it up above Jason. 

He smiled, the scar on his lip twisting. You restrained yourself from reaching out to touch it and instead held the umbrella for him. “Is there a reason you’re Romeo and Julieting?” 

Jason eyes were wide and pale blue, like the sky behind a thin veil of clouds. “How am i the only one who- never mind. Uhm… I need to tell you something. 

The rain made it hard for you to hear whatever your best friend was muttering, so you beckoned him closer with a confused smile, “yeah? Did you forget how to use the toaster again? Because honestly I don’t know why you’re opposed to Leo just-” 

“Because of hygiene, for one,” Jason started, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You gave him a second to think, not used to the genuinely fearful look on his face dripping with rain you hoped wouldn’t turn to tears. You didn’t really know where this was going.

He took a deep breath, his fingers curling around your window sill. “If this goes wrong, please blame Leo and Piper.”

“I could blame them for anything, and I’d be right.” 

Jason ducked his head and spoke to the ground. “I kind of… really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I didn’t realize for a while, but it’s sort of…Yeah. It’s you.” 

So it wouldn’t be Jason crying, you realized. It would be you. 

You took a second to try that deep breathing thing someone had told you about, and smoothed out the front of your mickey mouse pajama shirt, blinking rapidly. The reality hadn’t really set it, you were in a sort of shocked state, so you tried to talk before you burst into tears. 

“Uhm,” you said weakly. “I think you might’ve forgotten about your girlfriend again, Jase.”

He went pale. Then he started shaking his head like a wet dog, which he sort of was, really. “No, no not like that. I mean, yeah I like you like that, wait- okay. Piper broke up with me, like five minutes ago, and-”

You took another deep breath and then handed Jason the umbrella. He took it with a lost expression, and you shut your window quickly, breaths turning as shaky as your hands. You were your childhood crushes rebound. You sort of wished you hadn’t opened that window, actually.

Jason tapped again, a lot quicker this time, and urgent. 

Ignoring him was the obvious choice, but that felt too kind. You yanked open the curtains again and then the glass, sticking your head out with a sharp glare. “I will not be your rebound-”

“She broke up with me because of you.” Jason blurted as soon as he realized you could hear him. 

He paused then, and you took in the holy depressing sight that was Jason Grace in dirty pajamas standing outside your window in the middle of the night, rain and tears dripping down his cheeks. “Well, not completely. We never really liked each other, it was all because of Hera, really. We just, well… neither of us could be bothered to figure out our feelings so we stayed together.”

Jason looked down at the ugg boots covered in grass and soil he was wearing. You were pretty sure they were Drew’s. “Apparently she got sick of me pining over you, so she dumped me so that they could make me come here and well, yeah, tell you.”

You blinked in shock for probably too long.

“I don’t wanna make you do anything, and you don't have to say anything, ever, actually.” Jason said quickly, with only honesty on his cute face. “You don’t have to keep being my friend, if you don’t want to, but I won't be weird, I promise. We can pretend this didn’t actually happen. I just sort of wanted to tell you, so I didn't have to hide it forever, I guess.” 

“They?” You asked.

Jason glared in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. He spoke in a hollow voice. “It was an ambush. There were no survivors.”

You grinned, and then reached out into the pouring rain and held the umbrella, your hand over his. Jason whipped around with red cheeks and a frozen expression. “Uh-”

“Jason,” you began softly. “Did you want to Romeo and Juliet me?”

He blinked. 

“That means come here so I can kiss you,” You muttered, and dragged the son of Jupiter closer by the front of his shirt. Jason’s eyes widened and he made a shocked little sound.

He hopped back onto the boulder and reached up to your window sill though. His eyes were that bit lower than your own in that way you knew exactly what he was thinking and of course you’d oblige. 

“Just c’mere,” you whispered, trying to hold in your smile. Jason leant forward eagerly, and you held the umbrella in one hand tightly, the other sliding up to cup his jaw. You’d wondered what the scar on Jason’s lip felt like. 

Turned out it was just as soft as the rest of him. 

You tilted your head as heat seemed to build in your veins, making your head light. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, if that was even possible, and kissed him firmly. He made another odd sound and opened his mouth slowly.

From what you’d heard from your older siblings, kissing was awesome. You’d always thought it sounded a bit gross though, I mean, someone elses mouth? Their tongue?

This badly timed badly worded fucking adorbale boy in front of you proved that theory wrong. Jason threaded his fingers through your own and you leaned further out the window, drawing him back in and pressing your mouth deeper into his own, lungs burning.  

“Oh my gods,” Jason croaked, opening his eyes a little when you finally pulled away, gasping for air and trying to straighten out your thoughts. 

“Oh my gods,” you agreed, slipping your hand around the back of his neck and holding him close, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs there. Jason grinned, his cheeks as red as his lips. 

“Oh my gods! Go Jason!”

You both turned to see Piper and Leo cheering from behind another cabin, holding a barbie umbrella between them. 

Jason blinked at them, and then turned to you, “I told you, it was an ambush.” 

»»————-　★　————-««

[buckyalpine]

I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni  "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later 

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 

A number of conversations had taken place that month. 

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.      

“She’ll keep me well fed too” 

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 

“W-what about having babies?” 

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 

“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 

“I’m pregnant?” 

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later 

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 

“Cause I’m pregnant” 

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 

“I call God father!” 

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑺/𝑶 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

✿𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"Baby? What are you doing?"

Hongjoong smirked as he watched you perch yourself on top of his work desk. You purposefully bent down so he could get a glimpse of your cleavage and a peek at the lace red bra that was part of the set he had bought you on your anniversary, his all time favorite. He sucked in a breath and licked his lips. He tried cupping your chin to kiss you, but you swatted his hand away.

"Nuh uh Kim Hongjoong. This time....I'm in charge." You grinned mischievously at him.

Hongjoong merely chuckled with an amused tone as you brushed your lips against his, your teeth biting on his lower lip.

"Don't play with fire baby. You'll get burned." He warned you.

But you ignored him, instead opting for kissing down his neck, leaving hickeys all over it. Hongjoong let you have your fun for a few minutes before slamming you down on his desk, hands pushing your skirt up, revealing your soaking red panties. Hongjoong snapped one of the garter belts' straps against your thigh and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sting.

"Now darling....let me remind you who's really in charge."

✿𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

You lifted your face up from the pillow, a tired groan coming out from your lips. Trying to lift yourself up on your arms, you fell back on the bed, body still shaking from the intensity of your little session with Seonghwa. You heard the devil himself get off the bed and start dressing himself. Turning your head, you saw him give you a cocky smile.

"What? Don't give me that look doll. You brought this upon yourself." He chuckled as he zipped up his pants.

You pouted as you rolled yourself onto your back, hissing at the sting in between your thighs. But at least now you made a mental note not to try to dom your boyfriend, unless you wanted him to make you cum 7 times in less than an hour.

Seonghwa did feel some pity for you though.

"Come on love, don't pout. You know I'll take care of you."

Seonghwa kissed your head before going inside the bathroom to start running you a warm bath to help soothe your aching body. You made grabby hands when he finally came out, making him roll his eyes at you when he picked you up.

"Ok come on you little brat. Let's get you cleaned up."

✿𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho watched you sink yourself down on his huge cock, suppressing a moan that was threatening to come out. He agreed to let you top him for once, amused and curious to see exactly what you would pull out. He was fairly impressed but he also knew you were absolutely no top material. So he just watched you slide in and out of his cock, enjoying the visual of watching your breasts bounce in front of him.

"Y-Yunho?" He heard your voice cry out.

"Yes baby?" His hands rested themselves on the side of your hips, a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what was happening.

"I.....I..." You bit your lip as your movement slowed down, beginning to feel tired already.

Yunho cooed at you in a mocking tone.

"Giving up so soon honey? What a shame."

You gasped when Yunho sat up, his hand grabbing the back of your head as he began pounding into you from underneath, making you writhe and shake uncontrollably as you neared your high so soon. Yunho's raspy voice had you whimpering as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't get it wrong baby. I'm still the boss."

✿𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at you.

"Y/N....." He warned you.

You smirked at him.

"Whaaat?" You imitated his tone.

"Watch it." He sternly told you.

"Or what? Tell me. What are you going to do Yeosang?"

You leaned your face close to his, trying to intimidate him. Although Yeosang did back away from you, he was by no means intimidated. He just blinked at you, staying completely silent, which you erroneously mistook as him submitting to you.

"That's what I thought. The great Kang Yeosang is nothing but a little sub-"

Your words got caught in your mouth as soon as Yeosang's hand wrapped around your neck, applying pressure on the side. The corner of his lip curled slightly.

"That's more like it. Quiet, hushed little baby that knows when to keep their mouth shut."

He leaned in as his grip tightened around your neck, his lips ghosting over your lips.

"Why not put that big fat mouth of yours to work darling? I'm itching to watch you choke on my cock."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

"Still thought you had a chance at topping me baby?"

San landed another hard smack on your ass as his hips sped up, your walls clenching around him.

"I-I..." You began stuttering now.

"Pathetic. Can't even form any words." He clicked his tongue.

San pulled you up against his chest, his free hand toying with your nipples.

"See? See how you're just my dumb little slut? My cock can't even let you think straight." He teased you.

When he felt you getting close, he halted his movements, making you whine at being denied your orgasm.

"San! I want to cum!" You told him.

San leaned in and whispered in your ear with an evil tone.

"Then beg for it you little slut. Beg me to fuck you until it hurts."

You whimpered but obliged nonetheless.

"Please! San! Let me cum!"

It wasn't good enough for San though.

"Beg harder for me you little whore......"

You almost came at nothing when he added:

"And it's master to you slave."

✿𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi chuckled when you pinned his arms on the bed, making you frown.

"Mingi!" You whined, rather too cutely than what the situation called for.

"Yes baby?" He couldn't help but smile fondly at you.

"I'm trying to take charge right now and you're not being cooperative." You complained.

Mingi couldn't help but giggle.

"Honey, it's kinda hard to take you seriously when you get all whiny like that."

You huffed and released his arms.

"I'm done here."

You moved to get off him, but he held you in place.

"Hold on now princess/prince. I'm not exactly finished yet."

Licking his lips, he began sucking on your neck, leaving red spots along the side. You knew he was smirking every time you made a particularly loud noise.

When Mingi chuckled darkly, you knew you were screwed.

"Just cause I treat you like royalty, doesn't mean you always get it your way. Remember..."

He winked at you as he pinned you down on the bed, arms raised above you with just one of his hands.

"I'm still your king."

✿𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Wooyoung had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at the state you were in.

"Hmmm? What was that you said before? Care to repeat it?"

At this point you couldn't reply even if you wanted to, his fingers were moving so fast inside of you and your vision was becoming more and more blurry. Wooyoung noticed too.

"Oh that's right. I remember you're all bark and no bite hun."

Your back arched off the bed when he found that special place that would have you quivering in seconds. The squelching sounds coming from Wooyoung's abuse on your tight hole and your pants were the only things heard through the room, the neighbors would probably think you two were filming a porn video.

Wooyoung let out a satisfied groan when you came, his movements slowing down gradually to help you ride out your thigh. He pulled his fingers out, making sure to collect some of your cum and spread it around his fingers to show you.

"See baby? Got you cumming in less than 3 minutes."

You blushed as you recollected what you said earlier that day, regretting that you underestimated him and got too confident with yourself.

"I'm the real dom in this relationship baby."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

You could tell Jongho was trying so hard to contain himself from laughing at your pitiful attempt to dom him.

"I'm gonna have you be-begging for me baby boy." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Jongho, always the sweetheart for you, simply played along.

"Oh yeah? Tell me what are you going to do to me?" He purposefully flexed his arm muscles through his white dress shirt, effectively distracting you.

You knew this was a stupid idea. Who were you kidding? You were no dom, especially not when you were dating someone like Jongho. He patiently waited for your reply, looking at you so cheerfully and cutely.

Sighing in defeat, you got off him.

"I can't do this! Jongho just fuck me against the wall or something!"

As soon as the words were out, he picked you up very easily and slammed you onto the nearest wall. Your hands gripped his arms, loving the way his they felt under the material of his shirt. You sucked in a breath when he began undoing his belt.

"I thought you'd never ask baby..."

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[fanfic-about-fictif]

Me? Jealous?

Type: drabble/oneshot

Pairing: Sage Lesath x female reader

Words: 1866

Warnings: no warnings

The meeting was over and Sage breathed out in relief. He stood up from the armchair and was ready to hurry out. But before he made his way to Saucy Gull, he wanted to make a quick stop.

“Is she in her room?” Sage looked from Anisa to Felix, whose back was turned and seemed like he didn’t even catch Sage’s question, too engrossed in the thick tome before him.

Anisa answered instead, resting on the couch with her legs on the armrest. “She is, but she’s got company.”

“Company?” Sage’s ears flicked, surprised.

“Yeah, she met someone when we went to the market together this morning.”, Anisa explained, smiling. “Seems like a good one. Handsome too.”

Sage frowned. “She met some guy?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Anisa stared at him, enjoying in watching him squirm a little.

She knew very well about Sage’s crush on their new companion, and vice versa for that matter, but didn’t want to meddle. Too much. She started to get more impatient, wanting sometimes to just yell at them to kiss already, but maybe her prayers will still be answered without her direct involvement. This seemed like a situation, or rather an opportunity, that will convince Sage to finally make a move, Anisa concluded.

“Of course it isn’t.”, Sage mumbled, starting to pace around the room and avoiding her gaze in the process.

“She’s very beautiful. It’s not a surprise she caught someone’s attention.”, Anisa grinned when she noticed Sage’s worried expression. This will definitely push him over the edge and make him do something.

“Indeed.”, Felix agreed. “I seem to remember him eyeing her even a few days ago, when she accompanied me to the bookshop.”

Felix adding fuel to fire, even unknowingly, was something that Anisa couldn’t have expected, but it worked like a charm. She almost wanted to cheer at how flawlessly this was all unfolding.

“I have to go.”, Sage concluded hastily and was out of the door before Felix and Anisa could even say goodbye.

Felix’s head popped up from his book and he looked over his shoulder to Anisa on the couch, who was smiling devilishly.

“Did I miss something?”

“Not at all.”, she answered innocently. “Everything’s perfect.”

“Huh.”, Felix glanced at the door and then shook his head, probably at Sage’s rudeness, and then turned his attention back on the book.

Maybe an hour later, Anisa went to bed and convinced Felix to do the same. Well, she actually threatened him, but Felix would probably say it was only an encouragement. When he made his way to his room, he heard someone shuffling in the hallway and abruptly stopped, listening. Using a neat little trick, one flick of his wrist and some magic was all that was needed to find out that Sage was sitting on the floor against the wall. Felix quickly turned a corner to face him, even startling him.

“What are you doing here?” Sage questioned with a whisper, standing up and brushing off invisible dust of his clothes nervously.

Felix furrowed his brows at him. “I do live here, Sage. What in the world are you still doing here?”

“Nothing.”, he answered too quickly, looking anywhere but back at Felix.

Felix then noticed that Sage was sitting right besides someone’s door before he came and saw him. Was he listening to what they were doing?

„Why are you waiting outside her door? I must say, I never would have pinned you as a creeper, Sage.”, Felix teased and Sage huffed at his words.

“I’m not creeping. I just…”

“Just what?” Felix looked at him, arms folded on his chest and one eyebrow raised in question.

Sage’s ears flattened against his hair in annoyance, while Felix stared him down; an impressive feat considering Sage was towering above him in height. Sage seemed to act like a child caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, while Felix resumed a role of the father about to lecture him about it.

Before Sage could say anything, that is, make up a plausible lie, they heard her erupt in giggles inside the room. When Felix saw Sage’s reaction upon hearing that, it all clicked into place.

Felix’s mouth spread into a sly grin. “Oh, I see.”

“See what?” Sage almost growled at him, frustrated beyond belief, his tail flicking from one side to another wildly. This wasn’t exactly the kind of night he would have planned for himself.

“You fancy her. And you’re jealous.”, Felix shrugged like it was the most obvious and normal thing in the world, still with that sly smile.

“Me? Jealous?” Sage tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a nervous chuckle.

He was growing more restless and the fact that Felix caught him outside her room eavesdropping really wasn’t helping his mood at all.

“Come on, Sage. Isn’t this a bit pathetic, even for you?” Felix joked some more, but decided to stop when he saw Sage’s face.

“Shut up.”, Sage grunted.

Felix sighed. “Why don’t you just tell her?”

Sage snorted humourlessly. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“It’s not. You’re just too much of a coward to do it.”, Felix told him, sincerely and seriously, without a hint of a joke. “And one of these days, someone will beat you to it.”

With that, Felix walked passed him, deciding not to wait for any rude remark Sage would utter at him. He left him there, in the middle of the hallway, standing alone and lost.

Sage rubbed his face in annoyance, wondering how stupid this all was. How absolutely ridiculous he was acting. Seriously, he thought to himself, what was I trying to achieve with this?

Before deciding to leave, he pricked up his ears, not being able to beat his curiosity just yet.

“I think it’s time to go to bed.”, she announced, and Sage could hear the yawn in her voice.

“Oh?” the man piped up. “Is that an invitation?”

“Uhm… No.”, she answered awkwardly. “I really loved talking to you and getting to know you, but…”

“But, what?” the man questioned. “Don’t you want to have a little fun with me?”

“Not that kind of fun.”, she answered sternly. “Listen, I have to be honest. I loved spending the evening with you and I want us to be friends, so-”

“Friends?” the man huffed. “I’m not here for friendship!”

“Then I suggest you leave.”, she concluded.

“What?” the tone of his voice got more menacing. “I didn’t waste all my time for-”

Sage couldn’t stop himself, he was already opening the doors before he could even register what he was doing. He didn’t even have to try to muster a threatening face expression, it was already there to face the man who was quickly becoming an issue.

“You heard her.”, Sage growled, and made both of them jump in shock.

“Wait, what?” the man puffed his chest out aggressively. “You heard her too? Were you listening to us? What a pervert!”

“Sage?” she looked confused and Sage decided that was better than angry. “What are you doing here?”

“Get out.”, Sage ordered the man, turning his focus on him.

The man was in disbelief, looking from her, to Sage. He got tense as Sage took a step towards him.

“I think that’s a good idea.”, she told him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Shaking his head, he made his way out of the room, walking past Sage a little faster. She heard him mumble something as he was past the door, but couldn’t make out what exactly. Sage definitely could, because his eyes flashed red and he turned around in an instant to go after him. She was quick to prevent him from doing that, grabbing his muscly arm.

“Relax, Sage.”, she sighed. “Let it go.”

“He…”, Sage grunted. “If you knew what he said…”

“What did he say?”

Sage avoided her gaze. “Doesn’t matter.”

She shook her head, closed the door and then walked to the bed. She let herself drop face-first on the soft blankets like a sack of potatoes with a loud whump, and almost made Sage chuckle.

“Thank you.”, he could hear her mumble into the pillow.

Sage was silent, suddenly not knowing what to do with himself. Rage was still flowing through his veins, almost making his head spin and his vision blurry. But, when he noticed she was calling out his name, he abruptly snapped out of it, like it was only a daydream.

“Hm?” his ears perked up and he looked at her, now laying on her back, her limbs splayed like a starfish on the fluffy bed.

She made grabby hands at him, jokingly inviting him to the bed and making him smile wide, forgetting about anything else. He slowly made his way to her and sat on the side of the bed, pulling her against him into a tight embrace. Her hands tangled into his shiny silver hair and they both breathed out in relief at their proximity. They stayed like that for some time, their breathing slowing down and their hands caressing and comforting each other.

“I can’t remember the last time you didn’t speak this much. You’re kinda scaring me.”, she teased.

“Are you alright?” he asked hoarsely, in a worried tone.

“Of course.”, she pulled away slightly to look at him.

Sage closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her as he spoke in a whisper. “I don’t want to think about what would happen if I wasn’t here.”

When she saw his painful face expression, she almost melted. It was too much, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Surely he feels something more, maybe even something like she is feeling.

“Everything’s alright.”, she assured him, cupping his cheek in her hand.

He opened his eyes to look at her. “You mean everything to me. I don’t want something bad happening to you.”

She gaped in surprise, not knowing what to say. Upon seeing her reaction, Sage suddenly got sheepish, blushing and looking to the side, even pulling slightly away.

“I mean, I…”, he stuttered. “Sorry, I…”

She leaned in closer, the hand that was on his cheek now moving so her thumb could caress his lip. Sage froze, not expecting such an intimate movement. He noticed her gaze at his lips and then back at his eyes.

“Do you know why I wanted that guy gone, Sage? Even before he got so rude?” she asked softly.

Sage’s eyes flashed with fury at the mention of that man, but quickly faded away. He was preoccupied with her vicinity, her body so close to his in an embrace, her warm breath and sultry eyes.

“I could only think of you.”, she answered even before he said anything.

That was more than enough for Sage to close the gap between them, kissing her passionately and hungrily. She responded with the same fervour, arms encircling him completely. Sage concluded the kiss was much better than he even imagined it and wanted to stay like this as much as he possibly could. But, she pulled away slightly, smiling wide.

“Finally.”, she breathed out and they both laughed.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

I Put A Spell On You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: It’s Halloween and the Reader decides to tease Sam.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, light roleplaying, a smidge of teasing), established relationship, fluff all throughout the fic

a/n: 18+!!! SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!!! One of my favorite movies is Who Framed Roger Rabbit. And Jessica Rabbit is one of my favorite characters, and I liked the idea of the reader dressing in a skimpy Jessica Rabbit costume and sings for her lover and they take her home and fucks her till she can’t walk. I hope you enjoy this fic!!!

Sam walked into the party that Dean dragged him to. It was a Halloween Party, Sam hated Halloween. He had to go to this party for a hunt. Him, Dean, and you were hunting a vampire at a Halloween party. Seemed easy enough. Boy was Sam wrong. 

Sam and Dean walked in and it was filled with people in different costumes. About a hundred different ones. Dean had forced Sam to wear a Roger Rabbit costume, while Dean was a cowboy. Sam was against this whole thing but you had somehow got him to wear it. They looked around the speakeasy-looking bar, trying to find you but they couldn’t.

So they split off and Sam went to the bar while Dean went to find a table. Sam ordered them two drinks and walked over to the table. He sat down with Dean and they drank their drinks waiting for you. Sam felt ridiculous sitting in this stupid costume, well until you came in.

The music turned to a seductive tone. The song was “I Put A Spell On You’ but slower, sexier. The long red curtain parted and you waltz out. You were wearing a very revealing Jessica Rabbit costume. Who Framed Roger Rabbit was the first movie you and Sam watched as a couple. It was your first date. You really hoped he got the reference. A lot of boob tape was involved with this costume. You swayed your hips and started singing.

‘I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,

You better stop the things you do,

I tell you, I ain't lying,

I ain't lying,

You sang into the mic and made eye contact with Sam. His jaw dropped when you walked out. When you looked at him, he quickly tried to calm himself but then you started singing. 

‘You know I can't stand it,

You're running around,

You know better daddy,

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down,

Oh, no,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’

You walked downstage, and one of the men helped you off the stage. Your eyes stayed glued to Sam’s hazel eyes. You smirked when you saw him subtly adjust his pants.

‘You know I love you,

I love you,

I love you,

I love you anyhow,

And I don't care,

If you don't want me,

I'm yours right now,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’ 

You walked towards Sam’s table, swaying your hips to the beat. You felt all eyes on you as you sang. You sat on Sam’s lap as you finished your song.

‘You know I can't stand it,

You're running around,

You know better daddy,

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down,

Ooh-hoo-ooh,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’

You whispered the last line. Your lips inches away from Sam’s, you pulled away before you two could kiss. You smirked at the disappointed look on his face.

“Hello, Roger.” You purred and caressed his jaw before standing up. You walk back up to the stage as the speakeasy explodes with catcalls and cheers. You set the mic back on the stand and then walked to Sam and Dean’s table. You sat next to Sam and grabbed his drink. 

“Damn, Y/n. I did not know you could sing.” Dean said, and you shrugged and took a sip of the whiskey. 

“I like to keep it under wraps for surprises like this.” You said, and Sam chuckled and took his drink back. “Hey!” You snipped and made grabby hands at his whiskey.

“I’ll get you one,” Sam said, finishing his drink and standing up. He turned to walk to the bar and you pinched his ass. He jumped and slightly turned to you. “Would you stop that?” He huffed and ran a hand through his hair then left to the bar, as you and Dean started laughing. He came back with two glasses of whiskey, he handed you one and sat back down. 

“Thank you, handsome.” You smiled and took a sip. He wrapped his arm around your waist and looked to where Dean was sitting.

“Where did he go?” He asked, and you scanned the room looking for Dean. 

“To talk to the Daphne your 10 o’clock.” You said, gesturing to Dean flirting with the woman dressed in a Daphne costume. 

“He always had a crush on her,” Sam stated, and you chuckled and looked at him. 

“Thank you for wearing the costume I bought.” You smirked, knowing he probably hated the costume. He scoffed and tapped the rabbit ears on his head. 

“Yeah, well it’s kinda growing on me. Especially now that I get to see you in this.” He smirked and pointed to the sparkly red dress you were wearing. 

“I wanted to do a couples’ costume this year.” You said, and pulled him down by his suspenders and kissed him. You two pulled back and Sam looked at all the guys staring at you. He growled low in his throat and glared at them. You chuckled at his jealousy and grabbed his hand. You pulled him to his feet and you two ran out of the speakeasy. “C’mon, Honey Bunny. Let’s go back to our room and play pattycake.” You purred in a seductive voice, and you watched his eyes darkened with lust.

“Let’s go, Love Cup.” He growled, and the two of you ran through the streets towards your motel. 

You stumbled into your room and he spun you two around and pinned you to the door. He kissed you passionately and full of lust. It made your head spin. You pushed him away and smirked at his confused look. You pulled him to the bed and shoved him down, so he was sitting on the edge. 

“I’ll be right back, Honey Bunny. I think you’ll like what I have in store.” You smirked and slipped into the bathroom. You stripped out of your costume and pulled on the new blood-red lingerie you bought for this holiday. It was a lace bodysuit, a pair of stockings, matching red heels, and a large fluffy sheer robe. You took off the wig and fluffed out your natural hair. “I hope you are ready, Honey Bunny.” You smirked and walked to the door. 

“Oh, I am, Love Cup.” He said, and you could hear the lust in his voice. You stepped out of the bathroom, and there he was laying on the bed naked except for the rabbit ears on his head. His jaw clenched when he saw you in that lingerie. “C’mon here.” He growled, and you pulled off your robe and straddled his lap. He pulled you into a rough and needy kiss. He kissed down your jaw and onto your neck. 

“Is someone needy, Bunny?” You asked as he sucked hickeys into her collarbone. 

“Did you see yourself in that costume? I wanted to rip it off and fuck you right there on that table, so everyone knows who you belong to.” Sam growled, nipping and kissing down your chest. 

“Well, how about you fuck me till I scream so everyone in this motel knows who I belong to.” You purred, and he groaned and picked you up. You squealed at the sudden movement and he laid you down on the bed. He kissed you and gripped the straps of your bodysuit. 

“Was this expensive?” He mumbled, against your lips. 

“It’s fine, just fuck me!” You groaned, and he kissed your lips and ripped the straps down. He pulled the shreds of fabric off your body until you were completely naked beside the stockings. He rubbed his hands up and down your nylon-clad thighs and practically drooled at the sight. 

“You’re keeping these.” He said, and you smirked and reached down and stroked him up and down. He moaned and buried his face in your shoulder, as you swiped the pre-cum off the tip of his cock and stroked it up and down his cock. 

“I’ll keep them if you keep the bunny ears.” You countered, and you felt him chuckle into your shoulder. He pulled back and smiled. 

“Deal.” He said, and then kissed down your body towards your soaking core. He nipped and kissed the insides of your thighs, purposely missing where you wanted him. You whined and tried to grind down on his face. He chuckled and finally started licking and sucking on your wet folds. You keened and moved your hips against his face, he used one of his arms to pin your hips down. He started eating you out like it was his last meal. He thrusted two fingers into your quivering hole and curled them up to brush against her g-spot. 

“Sam!” You cried out, as you came on his face and fingers, but he didn’t stop until you squirted on his face. He pulled back his beard soaked with your juices. You watched as he licked and sucked your juices from his fingers. You smiled as he climbed on top of you, he captured your lips in a heated passionate kiss. He threw your legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up with your entrance, and thrusted into you. You moaned and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as he thrusted slow and hard into you. You moved your legs around his waist and he pinned your wrists to the mattress, as he fucked into you passionately.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He growled and picked up the speed of his thrusts. You keened when his cock brushed over your g-spot. He buried his face in your neck and bit and sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. 

“Oh, Honey Bunny! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, and he piston his hips and thrusted harder into you. That threw you over the edge and you screamed his name, as you came. He helped you through your orgasm, as your walls fluttered around his cock. You clamped down on him as you started to get oversensitive, and it triggered his own high. 

“Oh, god, Y/n!” He yelled and painted your walls with his hot cum. He panted into your neck as he let go of your hands. You ran your fingers through his soft hair as you both came down from your highs. He gently pulled out of you with a hiss and stood up. He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned your mixed cums from in between your legs. He tossed the washcloth aside and helped you pull off the stockings, kissing up and down your legs. He laid next to you and you immediately cuddled up to his bare chest. 

“Didn’t go to that party for a reason?” You mumbled and looked up at him.

“I’m pretty sure we went for a reason,” Sam said, then your phone went off. You got out of bed on shaky legs and looked for your phone. You saw it on the ground and picked it up. You got back into bed and saw there was a text from Dean. 

“It’s a text from Dean.” You unlocked your phone, “I killed the vamp. Hope you two horny kids didn’t do it on my bed. Cause if you did I’d kill the both of you. Use protection!” You read out loud, and Sam chuckled as you set the phone on the bedside table. You cuddled back up to Sam’s chest.

“Right, we were hunting a vamp.” Sam nodded, and you rolled your eyes as he wrapped arms around you and pulled you closer. 

“I’m too tired to even try to lecture you.” You sighed.

“If I recall you dragged me out of the bar.” 

“Oh, shut it.” You scoffed and shoved his face to the side. He laughed and kissed you on the head. You leaned up and kissed him passionately.

“I love you, Y/n/n/.” He smiled, and you returned it. 

“I love you too, Sammy.” You whispered, and he buried his face in your neck as you two drifted off to sleep. You really did put a spell on him.

[innocentsshounenjuujigun]

If were doing AUs already, what about the Time Jump AU with Pierre and Henri? This is when they have a nightmare about Hugo and the reader comforts them both and let's them sleep in their bed for the night. Maybe plugs in a nightlight too.

Pierre

He wakes up with a scream lodged in his throat and breath that won’t come out. For a second, Pierre could swear he’s drowning. His stomach burns with pain that shouldn’t, can’t be there, and—

Before he knows it, he hits the floor. His thrashing knocks him right out of bed, and then, Pierre is left with his back to the wall and tears forming in his eyes. It’s dark, too dark, and every time he so much as blinks, he’s right back in the castle where everything went wrong. 

And by the time you find him, Pierre is in tears. 

When he feels a hand on his shoulder, the sounds do come out. Pierre shrieks and tries to pull away. 

But it registers soon enough that it’s you. 

“You’re not there. I promise, you’re not there.” Your voice cuts through the fog of panic, and as it sinks in that it’s not Hugo trying to grab him and pin him down, Pierre’s panic eases back just the slightest bit. 

He’s in your arms in seconds. Childishly, he clings. You scoop him up in your arms like his tiny body weighs nothing, and like this, Pierre is smaller than he ever is. He’s not a knight. He’s not a grown-up. He’s little and shaking and scared, and he whines when you adjust your grip. 

The next thing Pierre knows, he’s being carefully placed on your bed. It smells like you, which is the only reason why the soft sheets don’t bring back memories that need to stay gone. 

“Stay here for tonight,” you say. “I’ll protect you.”

It’s spoken with an easy, calming smile, but there’s something tense in your words as well. Scared. Maybe for him. 

Pierre whimpers and makes grabby hands in your direction. You step away for long enough to plug in a little light that takes away some of the terrifying blackness of the room, and then, you lie down beside him so, so close. 

He was brave when it happened. He was supposed to become a knight through the pain. But now, Pierre isn’t very brave at all. He’s all alone except for you, and he doesn’t want anything but to be curled up and held tightly inside the barrier of your arms.

Henri

When Henri wakes up, he can’t move. For an awful, stretched-out moment, he’s frozen. It feels like something is pinning his chest to the bed. 

The dream he just slipped out of is still fresh in his mind, and right now, it doesn’t feel like a dream at all. The person who hurt him was very, very real, and Henri can’t get the feeling of that man’s touch out of his head. He can still feel the hands on his skin—

When he can move, Henri sobs. His whole body shakes around sharp cries only muffled by the hand he’s biting down on. 

He’s pathetic. No man should cry like this over something that will never happen again. It’s stupid. He’s no knight, he’s ruined, and—, and Henri can’t stop thinking those things even when he knows you’d say they aren’t true. He can’t stop crying either, not even when he starts to feel sick. 

And then, there’s someone in the room. 

“I’m here, it’s okay. You’re okay, Henri. He’s not here.” Your voice is there with soft, consoling words. 

Henri knows it’s you, but his terrified mind doesn’t, so he still shrieks and squirms when you pick him up. But just the same, once your warmth settles in, he’s clinging to you like you’re the only thing that can keep him safe. 

You carry him back to your room. Henri sniffles and whines all the while. He’s calming down now that you’re holding him, but that’s not saying much. How much of a baby he’s being is making him even sicker. Henri hates every second of being so weak, but it’s so, so hard to stop. 

As soon as he’s laid out on your bed, Henri wriggles under the blankets and pulls them closer around himself. Making himself small. 

You plug in the little light you always have to use when he has these dreams, then lie down right next to him, as warm as ever. Henri shakes with sobs that won’t stop and waits for you to touch him first. 

Just as he’s hoping, you pull him to your chest. Safe. 

[angelisverba]

but i wanna play daddy

in which y/n doesn’t listen to her daddy, and mafialeader!harry doesn’t fucking play.

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of drugs and violence. +angst.

yes, inspired by the snl episode (but nowhere nearly as gangster as that). got another one based on the jason skit coming soon ;)

“Harryyy,” she whined.

Y/n sat on the couch, legs crossed and foot bouncing as she watched Harry with a pout on her face.

It was a Wednesday. The busiest day of the week. Work from Monday was still getting finished, and more work started to end by Friday.

Y/n knew better than to mess with Harry on a Wednesday.

But, watching him with one of his burner phones pressed in between his shoulder and ear, one hand cuffing up his white shirt sleeve and gun hostler unbuttoned and jostling on his broad shoulders. Not to mention, his green pin-stripped trousers that looked as if they would burst at the seams with every stride he took. Y/n just couldn’t help herself. Pinching at his thighs with grabby hands from her spot on the couch, to where he stood on the opposite side of the coke-glass coffee table.

She’s being bold. She knows this, knows better than to mess with the fucking king pin of London.

Harry was no nice guy.He’s known for gunshots to the head when his orders aren’t followed. Broken noses if you look at him the wrong way. And god help anyone who tried to betray him.

Currently, his eyebrows were furrowed and he had that cold glint in his eyes, lips pressed hard against each other to form a hard line. Voice menacing, almost like that one time y/n walked in on his pushing a guy up against the wall by his throat, asking where the fuck is my money?

She’d been so frightened that time. She remembers standing the the doorway, whatever question she wanted to ask had died in her throat; reduced to a mousy squeak. Harry had seen her, dropped the man like a doll and his face instantly an entirely different demeanor. He’d murmured to someone else in the room to take care of this fucker and that night he made love to her all night long. Sweaty, desperate ruts, begging her to forgive him, that he wasn’t a bad guy (not with her at least) that he loved her, kissing all on her throat.

He only ever when putty in her hands. If she asked, he’d put a bullet through the head of the Queen of England.

When Harry first felt nails grazing above his kneecap, he swatted off her hands like he would a fly, turning his head sideways as his fingers quickly folded back the cuffs of his shirt.

His eyes had said he wasn’t in the mood to play.

And he wasn’t.

Harry was in the middle of receiving the news of delayed shipment, letting the flustered employee explain themselves when he felt, again, the scratches of his girl’s fingers, this time mid thigh. Not knowing that Harry was a finger pinch away from cursing out the stupid imbecile on the other side of the phone, y/n looped her fingers on Harry’s waistband, and tried to pull it down.

Faster than she could register, Harry hung up the phone, threw it in the tabletop, and grabbed her wrists to push her back flush against the couch.

“Daddy’s not in the mood to play right now, sweet pea. You better watch it,” he had her hands pinned above her head, his lips pulled back as he spoke, threatening; like a dog on his haunches.

She leaned up, and licked a fat stripe up the side of Harry’s face and said, “but I wanna play, daddy.”

Her eyes were half hooded, pupils glazed over with lust and lips parted with anticipation.Her mind was a boggled, swampy mess full of harry, harry, harry. She needed him, wanted him, yearned for him to do as he pleased with her.

“I said I’m not in the mood to play, didn’t I?” He said, tone intimidating and even.

She hummed absentmindedly, her back arching and hips wriggling, hoping to get anything from the man above her. Anything to sate her ache.

“Use your words, y/n. Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Tsk-tsk. Know what happens when you disobey me?” Harry dips his head down, nose skimming the column of her throat, and placing a wet kiss on her collarbone. He nearly went further, the low neckline of the pretty slip dress enticing him.

But he remembered he had a fucking job to do and men to reprimand. Lessons to teach. One of them being patience to the girl underneath him, to spank her until she learned enough was enough.

“Yes, daddy,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

She felt as if she were a coiled spring, one release away from the action.

Then, “Be ready when I get back home, little brat. Got it?” And he leans in to her as if he’s gonna kiss her, but laughs at her meanly, and kinda throws his hands off his own before getting back up, readjusting his pants and clasping the gun holster across his chest. Harry picked up the burner phone from the table, and scooped up his suit jacket from the back of the couch, holding it by a hooked pointer finger over his shoulder and walked away.

Y/n pushed herself up onto her elbows with a dejected frown on her face, eyes watering and her heart breaking just a little. She’d just wanted some attention.

He’s gone for so long throughout the day, and he looks so good before he leaves.

The night before he’d fucked her. A slow, long, lazy sex session where they’d been impossibly to each other. The type of fuck that left her wanting for more, and he did give her more. He gave her much more. Made her come on his tongue, his fingers, and his cock.

And call her greedy, but she woke up that morning with her clit throbbing; wanting a continuation of what happened the night before. Her mind still in that post-orgasmic state, not yet deciphering that it was a different day, but rather focusing on needing to cum again.

She didn’t think that warranted for a punishment.

She watched him walk away, burner phone pressed against his ear and a guard meeting with him at the door, another coming in to stand at the closed emerald doors, throwing a fleeting glance at y/n before taking a protective stance at his post.

Sighing, she got up and went up the dark stairs with the end of her dress in one of her hands, the golden rail biting cold at her soft palm. Her mind is an endless whirlwind of anxiety and want. She wanted Harry to kiss her. Hold her. Tell her she was pretty and good. Not for harry to spank her. Not to tease her. Not to tell her she was a brat or a bad girl. She didn’t mean to make him mad. No, in fact, she hoped he would’ve smiled at her sweetly and dropped the phone to devote all his attention to her. Kiss all on her. Cuddle with her. Because it’s what she wanted.

Now look at her. She’s the bad girl with a punishment pending when she gets home.

With a pout on her lips, she tucked herself under the velvet covers of her and Harry’s shared bed, feeling awfully small in a very large space.

.

.

She didn’t wake again until she heard the loud slam of the emerald doors closing, and the tapping of Harry’s shoes on the stairs.

Her stomach grumbled, and she needed to pee.

In muddy efforts to avoid Harry, she scrambled out of bed, her legs kicking like dogs when they ran really fast in cartoons, and hurried to the restroom. She shut the door behind her, and locked it; reached down to the hem of her dress, and threw it over her head. Y/n did her business on the toilet, washed her hands and splashed her face so it wouldn’t look like she was sleeping. The water was really cold, and it made her whine when it touched her skin, a few droplets dripping onto her exposed breasts.

It felt as if she was running on premeditated orders, her actions practiced and mechanical.

She doesn’t remember unlocking and opening the door, but, suddenly, she’s standing in the doorway and Harry is sitting on the edge of their bed, elbows resting on his knees, his chin on one of his palms, and he’s watching her with the uttermost intensity.

He perks up when she stills, lifting his head and upper-body to the space on his lap is clear, and his eyebrow raises expectantly. His silent command makes y/n’s shoulder’s slump. Any chance at explaining herself, she feels, is far gone. Harry’s expression is one of business; he’s going to teach her a lesson.

When she doesn’t move, he says, “Don’t make me go over there and get you, baby.”

She shuddered, and slumped some more as she took her first steps towards him, head hung down like a puppy’s. Her skin rose with goosebumps, and heated under his gaze. When she got close enough, Harry reached out, and placed his hands on either sides of her hips, yanking her so she laid with her nipples brushing his calves, and her clit ribbing against his thighs. He groaned when she pressed back against the palm that rubbed on her ass cheek.

“Now, y/n” he squeezes her harshly, and lets go to rub over it, “tell me why I’m doing this.”

“Because... because I didn’t listen this morning,” she mewls, withering underneath his touch. She feels the inside of her walls growing warmer, slicker, and before she knows it she’s dripping down onto Harry’s pants. Her nails dig into Harry’s shins, bracing herself and also trying to ground herself because he hadn’t even started yet.

“That’s right, princess. I told you to behave yourself because, daddy had things to do, but you didn’t listen.” Harry leans forward to catch a glimpse of her face, his hands still kneading at her skin. He smirks when he sees that her eyes are screwed shut, and her mouth parts open when he dips his finger to collect her moisture. “Baby, you’re makin’ a mess of my trousers.”

Harry’s accent always intensifies when it drops to this sexy drawl he only ever uses in certain situations with y/n. This only riles her up more, and she shuts her thighs to stop him from teasing her even further.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, mouthing at the cloth covering his leg.

A sharp thwack fills the room when Harry’s hands meets y/n’s skin, his rings adding an extra bite to the sting of his palm, making her lurch forward with the hit. “Sorry, who? Who are you talking to, y/n?” He tuts his tongue, massaging over the pink hand print on y/n ass, his dick bloating at the sight of his mark. She shifts, the mound of her pussy pressing down into the head of his cock, and Harry has to clench his jaw to hold back a moan.

“Daddy,” y/n mewls, “I’m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to be a bad girl, daddy. Just wanted some attention. Please, please, daddy, I’m sorry,” She cries.

Usually, Harry wouldn’t think anything of it. Y/n can be a real brat sometimes and she’ll fake crying if it means she’ll get what she wants because she knows she has a mafia king’s heart at the palm of her fucking hand.

But this is different. Y/n had opened her mouth and her shoulders started shaking, her words cut off with sobs that rake through her entire body. She’s breathing in choppy blubbers, one syllable escaping before it’s cut off with tears.

And, he’s not going to lie, he’s scared. Scared, because he’s really not sure what he’s done, and whether or not her game has increased tenfold, or if she’s really upset or why she’s upset.

Nonetheless, he stops what he’s doing, and lifts her up, one hand at her bicep, and the other at her thigh, opening it so she’s straddling him. The sight of her face breaks his heart. She’s red, teary, and her eyes are swollen. And she yelps when the side of her butt with Harry’s palm print touches his thigh, whining when Harry’s hand comes in between her butt and his thigh.

“Baby girl, hey, hey, look at me,” Harry places his other palm on the side of her face, ad she leans into his touch, sniffling and gulping in breaths of air. “breath, puppy. Breath. It’s okay. ‘Not mad at you.”

“I’m sorry, d-didn’t wanna-” She starts, her chest flushed red and heaving. Harry shushes her, placing his thumb on her lips and rubbing across them. He wants to kiss her. So bad. But he thinks he should calm her down first.

“I said it’s okay,” His voice is gentle now, nearly cooing at her. A strand of hair falls to tickle his nose, and he tries to shake it off. Y/n’s trembling fingers comes it back for him, and he presses a quick kiss to her forearm before continuing, “thank you, baby. Not tell me what’s got you so upset. Want you to use, your words, okay? Breathe for me, y/n.”

She has a hard time keeping his stare, and she glances down at his chest instead, memorizing the buttons on his white button up. “I... I just...” is all she can get out before she’s crying again, her tears falling down onto her breasts like the cold water had.

Harry brings her to chest, slipping out the hand from underneath her bum to press her firmly against his burning chest. He’s hurting, he really is. Hates seeing his precious y/n cry. He would do anything to take her pain away. “Don’t cry anymore, pet. ‘S nothing to cry for.”

She’s inconsolable. Her mind going in circles to the point where she doesn’t know what she’s crying for. Something to do about Harry neglecting her. Calling her a bad girl.

And god her thoughts are so,

“Small, daddy. Feel so small. Please don’t yell at me.” Harry tenses all over again. A cold sheet of dread draping over his back like a thousand knifes cutting him open. It hits him then, that this morning,

she wasn’t being a brat.

She was still in subspace.

He guesses it was the fact that he’d gone so hard on her the night before. And he left so quick. Didn’t even kiss her goodbye, no. In fact, he laughed at her like a tool, and left her. Called her a brat.

All while she was in this delicate state.

He feels like shit then. A real dickhead. He’d went, instead, to worry about stupid drugs and money that he had plenty of. He could never, ever get enough of y/n, yet he had acted like he did.

His heart clenches, his chest tightens, and his throat ties itself in a knot. This only makes him feel more like an asshole because instead of telling y/n that everything is okay, he’s the one crying. Get your fucking shit together.

“Princess,” he whispered, a name he only used when she felt small, “Come back to me. Come back too daddy,” he pleaded, hiding his face in her hair.

“Are you still mad at me, daddy? Please don’t be angry, daddy,” She whines, nosing into his neck. Her voice is high-pitched and light, like a child’s.

“Daddy’s angry at himself. Not at you. Come back, yeah? Miss you, y/n.” He presses tiny kisses to the side of her face, making her giggle and scrunch her pink nose. She shivers a little, and Harry remembers she’s naked. He twists backwards and pats around the bed blindly for his suit jacket, placing it in y/n’s shoulders once he finds it.

“M’right here, Harry.” Y/n says. Her voice is hoarse, back to normal. Her eyes are droopy, and she wraps her hands around Harry’s neck.

He jumps to return her embrace, hiking her thigh over his hip to get her close, but she feels his erection through his pants.

“Harry you’re-”

“Don’t worry about it. Just wanna lay here with you for a minute. Need to do what I didn’t get to this morning,” he said.

They lay together in the edge of their silky sheets, nearly asleep when y/n’s stomach grumbled loudly, and she giggles when Harry rubs a hand over it.

“Let’s get you something to eat, baby. Deserve only the best.”

He sits up, pulling her up with him so she’s on his lap. Y/n smiles at him, chin digging into her neck bashfully.

“Now, don’t you go all blushy on me, baby. Know its true. Deserve the best, and I’m gonna give it to you.” He grins at her, his green eyes gleaming at her, “Gimme a kiss?”

“Who would’ve thought, Mr. Styles, feared by all of London, asking me for a kiss,” She teased, leaning in to her lips brushed against his with every syllable she spoke.

“I love you, y/n. You have my heart, know that right?” And he pushes his lips against hers, tonguing at her mouth innocently.

Y/n kisses him back, and she tell him she loves him, too.

[heyheshi]

Episode

2k words

written and uploaded: August 13, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...?

💎 - mention of smut...?

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"Baby pay attention to meee!", Harry plopped down beside you on your shared bed, "what're you doing anyway?", putting his head on your shoulder as he squints his eyes.

You turned your head a bit and pecked his nose, "told ya I was gonna play Episode! Just bought these gems and tickets.", looking back to your phone, you made your choice - Kiss Max.

"That awfully looks like you.", H murmured, still not taking his head off your shoulders.

You've been playing this game since the lockdown started. Weird? Probably. For an adult like you who's dating the Harry Styles, yes. In your defense, it's a fun game. It does get boring on some days and the domestic stuff gets tiring so you play this game to relax a bit.

And no, Harry is not boring, he just happened to have a life and a hobby - unlike you and when he's working out or writing, you're stuck with whatever it is that can occupy you and so you found this game!

"I know! It's so cool cause I really feel like I'm in this game!", you continued to read the lines on your phone screen not paying attention to your boyfriend, "look!"

"Stop making out with that avatar!", Harry playfully said as he lays down to bed.

"I made a premium choice so...", you shrugs, "and isn't he just cute??!", you felt Harry put his hands on your waist and tried to drag you down beside him but you didn't budge.

H answered you in a monotone voice, "Yea sure.", putting both of his hand at the back of his head then closing his eyes.

"C'mon! Don't be rude! I designed him!"

Opening his left eye, "well sorry to break it to you but you can't design a real life boyfriend."

"Thank god I play this game then, ain't it?", you jokingly responded but it seems like your boyfriend is a grumpy baby today, only answering you with 'whatever'.

"Stop that!", hitting your boyfriend's tummy playfully, "I can style you anyways Mister Harry Styles, so I'm good.", you continued, emphasizing his surname.

"I think I'm gonna go grab some snack downstairs.", your boyfriend quickly get out of your bed and walked out of your room leaving you dumbfounded.

'Whatever', your mind subconsciously screamed so you just went back to your game, getting comfortable sitting with your back against the headboard. 

This is not the first time it happened, there are some days when Harry is a complete 180, but hey, everyone has a bad day and he's not an exemption.

Shaking your head as if to clear your head, you went back to your game. You realized that you just started a new chapter yet your boyfriend hasn't made his appearance back.

Making a mental note of checking on him after this chapter, you continued your game until he walked in your room again holding a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

Patting the space beside you, "Whatcha got in there, baby?", already knowing the answer, you asked anyway.

He only raised the food on his hands and made his way beside you. He did not say a word, only stared at the blank wall in front of him as he started eating his chips.

"Can you feed me some?", you tried to coo your boyfriend but he only passed you the bag, still not paying attention to you.

Feeling defeated and annoyed, you rolled your eyes and ignored your boyfriend as you finished the chapter you are playing.

"Kissy!", you made a grabby hands at Harry as you jutted your bottom lips only for you to get ignored, once again. "What's up with you?", you turned off your game and looked at him with pointed eyes.

"Oh so now you paying attention to me. Nice."

"Wha- are you, you know, horny...? Is that it...?", you tried to tickle him but still no nothing.

"Can you let me eat my chips at peace? Why won't you go back to that game of yours."

"What? No. I'm asking you a question Harry.", your patience is wearing off and your boyfriend is clearly the reason. Everything is so peachy.

Finally looking at you, he answered sarcastically, "I was asking for your affection earlier but you didn't pay attention."

"What the hell H!", rubbing your face until something clicked, "oh no! Oh no!", you started laughing while Harry looked at you like you're a lunatic of some sort.

"What now?"

"Oh no! No no no no no!", the pissed off face of your boyfriend did not help but to make you laugh harder to the point where your stomach starts hurting.

"Y/N stop that!", H whined, stuffing his face with chips.

"Wait!", trying to calm down, "I think I know what's up with you...", getting a pillow and hugging it and sitting up straighter, you continued, "are you... jealous?"

Harry mimicked you, sitting up straight, "I am not jealous.", eating more of the chips as he looks at you dead in the eyes.

"Oh baby, you are so jealous!", you continued to tease your boyfriend, poking his body multiple times.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are! I know you!"

H put his chips on his bedside table and cleaned his hand with a rubbing alcohol then facing you again, "no. I'm not even laughing!", looking at your eyes again, trying to make a point.

"If it was other people, maybe you would've fooled them, but not me! I know that look! And that eyes! Just admit it! You're jealous Harry!", the look on your boyfriends face made you stop laughing.

"Fine! What if I am?"

You take a hold of his hands, "baby, you can't seriously be jealous over a fictional character...", you tried to hold on your laughs for the sake of Harry.

"It's not that!", H removed his hands from yours and laid down.

"Then what is it? Tell me, please.", you removed the pillow on your thighs as you maneuver near his head and put it on your thighs instead.

You waited for an answer but received none. 

"Baby it's just an avatar...", running your right hand thru his hair then pecked his nose.

"I know. God, I know! I'm just being stupid, forget it.", he hides his face on your legs but it's too late, you already saw the redness on his face.

"Tell me please, baby."

Harry answered you with inaudible voice so you his head on a place where you can see his face and hear him properly, "come again H?"

"I said I wasn't jealous of that stupid avatar, I-", you looked at him accusingly and he sighed, "okay, fine! Was jealous of the avatar and the game. Just wanted your loving but you weren't paying attention to me and it made me realize that any guy can have your attention. I mean that avatar got you hooked already! And that's only a game... what if it's a real guy? Someone who'll be with you all the time and not someone who's on the other side of the world half of the time?"

"Oh love...", you pulled his body up as a sign for him to sit down and he did, "first of all I'm sorry for ignoring you, it won't happen again, I promise.", you kissed his left cheek twice and continued, "second, there will be no other guy! You understand me, H?", cupping his face with your hands so he'll look at you in the eyes.

"But you're probably bored that's why yo-"

"You, stop that. I would choose you every time, okay? Even with the premium choices in the game! I love you, and only you and there will be no other guy, okay?", you explained to him but his face still looks sad.

"I love you, you know that, right Harry?"

"I do and I'm so honored that you do and I love you too Y/N."

"See! There's nothing else to worry about, yeah?", you can see his smile trying to creep back, "now, kissy? Pleaseee!"

Finally, your boyfriend kissed you, pinning you close to his body and taking you both down to the bed. The kiss is soft, slow and sweet until you decided to break it.

Harry whined, "what now?"

"I can start a new story on Episode and make an avatar look like you! Or you can install it too and get a revenge? Or i don't know make it look like me?", you offered as you sit up again.

"How about you delete it and play with your real boyfriend? Hmmm? Sounds good?"

It sounds like a good deal, great deal. Spectacular actually, "but I just bought those gems and all..."

"Fine, but you're playing it with me. I can't have you kissing other guys even if it's fictional!"

You bopped his nose with your pointer finger, "okay deal! But only if you gave me some of your chips!", you reached across him to his bedside table for the bag only to find it empty.

"Uh oh..."

You straddled your boyfriend, "yes. Uh oh your self, Styles."

"Hmmm, are you trying to seduce me, future Missus Styles?", Harry raised his left eyebrow at you, also sitting up.

"What?"

"What what?", Harry chuckled.

"Yo- you just... you called me..."

"I did.", he said coolly.

You started playing with your fingers out of nervousness, "what do you me-"

"Marry me."

"What?", you alarmingly looked up to him only to see him getting something on his drawer on bedside table.

Pulling up a small square dark blue velvet box, Harry slowly opened it, "I know this isn't the most ideal proposal but I couldn't wait any longer. I had this ring for months now, waiting for the right time to give it to you. I was planning on doing one of those Pinterest worthy proposals like I saw on your board so I'm sorry to disappoint..."

You're crying at this point, "no, no no..."

Harry started closing the box at your answer.

"NO! Stop!", you hold Harry's hand to stop him from closing the box, "what I mean is, this is perfect, I- I don't need those Pinterest like proposal..."

"So are you saying...?"

"Yes! Yes yes! I'll marry you! Oh my God I'm deleting my Episode right now!", you started to remove your body from his but his big hands prevented you from doing so.

"We'll I'm glad that you're deleting it but...", Harry got the ring out of the box and took your left hand, slowly sliding it on your ring finger.

"It's beautiful. Gorgeous.", you looked into each other's eyes that's full of tears, smiling then meeting each other's lips.

You pulled away, out of breath. 

"So you're marrying me now.", Harry concluded.

"Did you just asked me to marry you cause you're jealous?", you poked fun at your now fiancé.

"I'm not answering that.", he took your phone from the bed and unlocked it, "are you sure you want to delete this?"

You nodded, "do the honors baby.", you smiled at him as he did so then kissing him again once the app was removed from your phone.

"I love you."

"I love you more H. I'm gonna pamper you tomorrow, promise. We'll do face masks and everything but for now, I think we need to... celebrate!", you winked at him while slowly pushing him down the bed, which is an easy task since you're still straddling him.

"We definitely do.", with that, Harry flipped the both of you so you're under him and hid yourself under the thick blankets on the bed.

You can guess what happened next. Let's just say that Harry kept you pretty well preoccupied for the next few hours until it was time for dinner.

And after the dinner, he made sure that both of your desserts are well served - if you know what I mean.

Who would have thought that Harry will propose to you at this day when he was just grumpy earlier? But oh, you're not complaining.

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[narcosmx]

narcos mexico: love language head cannons

a/n: I NEEDED SOMETHING SOFT OKAY i’m soft at heart and this made me happy to write because being fluffy is my life okay kill me i apologize for bothering you all with ths 

amado: 

i chose recieving gifts for amado because that focuses a lot on being thoughtful and gestures and i just amado.... 

even though i have devolved into like writing him as a fucking DADDY who will constantly rearrange his guts, i still stand by the fact that he would be so fucking whipped for his girl and he’s not afraid to show it 

he’s never going to forget an important day, he’s never going to make you feel like you’re underappreciated 

just gestures are everything for him 

he hasn’t been home for a while, fuck it we’re going on a trip and he can fly you out in his little avioneta and he probably has everything fucking set up already 

i’m just imagining this little like sunset dinner on a hillside where he has dinner and wine waiting for you and why am i doing this to myself 

would be one to splurge on whatever the fuck you want and whatever the fuck you want to do

like you want to go try this new restaurant in butt fuck who knows where, amado is there for it

you’ve always wanted to go snorkling or some shit, amado’s taking you 

he remembers these things about you and like keeps them in his back pocket for later 

and if you remember something about him oof it’s over for him like i just remembering how he takes his coffee and looking at you with this little smile like “mira nomas mi mujer hermosha”

always showing up with flowers and chocolate for you; exactly the way you like it because he remembers every fucking little detail 

miguel 

miguel’s love language would be quality time with focus on giving undivided attention 

he knows that the time that he gets to spend with you is few and far between so he has to do fucking everything to make sure that the time is well spent???

like i just have this feel of like when he notices you really need him, he tells all of his men to leave him alone just miguel standing there like ‘no quiero oir de nadien, no quiero ver a nadien, se arreglan solo cabrones’ and giving them the fucking look™️

i just him coming to find you and being like, craddling you and sitting on the couch and having you settled in his lap

pushing your hair out of your of your face and placing it behind your ear and kissing your forehead gently

asking you what’s wrong in this cooing tone and just !!! eye contact !!! he wants you to know that hes truly there with you; not just physically but he’s emotionally spending this time with you i am crying

long walks out in sinaloa, like holding hands or with his arm wrapped around you and quiet whispers, him kissing the back of your hand constantly

like i can see you prompting that like, he’s freaking the fuck out about something and just as he’s starting to rage you’re like sabes que vamonos a caminar and i just 

chapo/palma 

so imma fucking do these two together because they give me the same vibes and their love language would be acts of service as fuck

so acts of service focus on “easing a burden” and i swear these men would make it their live’s mission to make your life as easy as possible 

they make you a fucking priority, they are the ones that if you need them without question they are dropping shit and coming to get you 

any responsibility they can take on for you and you let them oof they will jump on that shit immediately 

bringing in the groceries and they’re like NO NO NO MI REINA YO TE AYUDO and by ayudo he means you’re not lifting a finger again like... actually become playfully offended if you bring your own groceries in 

“amor, mi carr-” dont even have to finish the fucking sentence they’re already up and out to look at it 

“me haces un favorcito” and there is no way that the answer to it is no; no matter what comes after it, they will be like FUCKING YE S!!!

is it the stupidest thing like can you go get me my favorite ice cream bebe and um yeah they’re already gone 

and you doing acts of service for them has them falling in love with you all over again 

like could you imagine, you wake up early to make him breakfast because you know he’s going to go somewhere important and is leaving earlier than usual

and like he comes into the kitchen and you give them a little sleepy smile in your pjs as you serve them breakfast they would be d y i n g 

“no, bebe, no mi amor hermosa” in like disbelief as they come to pick you up and kiss you i’m not okay

TAKING THEM LONCHESITO AT WORK ALERT BECAUSE EVERYONE SEEING YOU’RE WILLING TO GO OUT OF YOUR WAY FOR THEM FUCKING OOF

ramon: 

this man is a literal motherfucking baby so he needs all the love but if i had to pin point a specific one for him it would be words of affirmation 

words of affirmation focuses on words that build security in the relationship and god is that what ramon fucking needs

the amount of times that you need to grab his face and probably bring him down to face you because he’s a tol bby and tell him that he’s doing enough fucking wow 

the amount of times you have to reassure him that’s he’s not just the stupid ass younger brother 

celebrating when he doesn’t fuckign do a pendejada or when he doesn’t go rage and kill someone 

but another reason i chose this one for him is because it also involves bragging and like building someone up in public and dear god ramon would never fucking stop talking about you 

if you did anything for him he’s telling everyone he encounters for the next four years about “mi novia es un angel, pinshi chulada que me cuida”

god forbid you dress up because he’s out here GASSING YOU UP about how gorgeous you look

benjamin: 

🥺 THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING EMO NO ONE FUCKING LOOK AT ME BUT BENJAMIN’S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH .... HE JUST WANTS TO KNOW THAT THERE’S SOMEONE WHO IS THERE FOR HIM AND HE CAN RELY TO LOVE ON HIM REGARSLESS OF THE CHOICES HE’S MADE 

and the way he knows you’re there is having that physical contact with you 

when he’s really going through it, you’re never out of his reach; he needs to be holding your hand, have his arm wrapped around you, 

i just how would you cure a sad or grumpy min?? literally just put your hand on his shoulder or like grab at his arm and he’s already instantly calming down 

just pouting at him with arms open and grabby hands for him to come hug you and he’s literally melting in your arms

holding benjamin, just the idea of it has me crying in the club like 

it could be when you’re hugging him and he is like leaning on your, and he’s putting his head in your neck and you’re just holding his head and rubbing his back as you like sh sh sh him 

or in bed like you’re in bed when he comes home and he’s visibly not okay so just reaching out your hand for him and him curling up to your chest

and benjamin being physically affectionate towards you like he doesn’t even have to think about it 

he can’t leave the house without giving you a goodbye kiss, it’s physically impossible for him to leave

whenever you come to see him, he’s automatically moving from wherever he is and moving beside you

just him bringing you into his chest and kissing the top of his head

likes standing with you having your arms wrapped around his torso i 

rafa

mi bebe you see also recieving gifts but another vibe to it 

he’s the one that buys you little things from wherever he’s been like coming home with twice as much shit as he left with 

and him being like “es que esto me hizo pensar en como...” and listing off all these stupid little things and how they made him think of you 

like this dude would be like but this is the color dress you were wearing on like your 3rd date 

this is the album that has that one song that we fucked to that one night in ensenada, no not that time the other time 

he’s such a fucking emo he would be the one writing you fucking love letters to send home and even when everyone else is shitting on him for it, he’s still there writing away about how much he missed you

the guys are like “la puedes llamar pendejo???” and he’s like “ ES QUE NO ENTIENDED CABRONES “ and him getting all fucking poetico 

could you imagine leaving him little notes for him to find; like in his shirts or in his car or literally anywhere

and when he finds it he goes so fucking heart eyes and never lets it go

will read it so many times he fucking memorizes it, keeps it with him at all times like he has a collection of all the notes you’ve ever written him i am 

[bunnyywritings]

May I request fluffy headcanons for kirishima with a male s/o who’s 7’2 in height pwease

[a/n: thank you for your request lovely anon! I’m sorry this took so long but you are officially my first kirishima request!! ♡ I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot that there are people that are 7′0ft tall...I’m only 5′7 😖 I’ve never met someone that tall so I hope I did this well enough, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Kirishima with a 7′ft tall male!s/o

⌬ when he first met you he was shocked, not at all because he was intimidated but because he was awestruck 

⌬ but after getting over that initial shock, he’d rush over to you and gush over how you were the epitome of manliness

⌬ I feel like Kiri is kinda dense when it comes to his feelings so it would take him a while to realize that he had feelings for you

⌬ he’d just think that he held a great admiration for you because of your manliness

⌬ as the school year went on, he’d get used to your height (working w/ Fatgum definitely helped with that)

⌬ he’d be hanging with the bakusquad during lunch when you caught his eye, you had been speaking with Midoriya, just telling him about the improvements of your quirk so he could update his notebook

⌬ he couldn’t help but think how cute you were, you’d get a little flustered whenever Midoriya would compliment you or just show any general excitement towards you

⌬ Sero was first to notice the lovestruck gaze in Kiri’s eyes and a blush to match covering his cheeks, he elbowed Mina and gestured over to the red head

⌬ she followed Kirishima’s gaze to see that you were what was consuming his attention

⌬ from then on, she had recruited the other girls to help her with on he mission to get Kirishima and you together

⌬ they had become more aware of your loving stares towards Kirishima when he wasn’t looking, or the way you would stifle a chuckle whenever him and Denki did something stupid

⌬ the two of you became friends before anything else, this allows the both of you to get to know each other

⌬ the two of you often played video games in the common room or have saturday morning training where you may or may not have thrown a couple of sparring matched just to have him pin you down

⌬ the two of you got closer one night

⌬ you had just gotten out of the shower when he sent you a text asking you to help him out with something in his room

⌬ confused, you changed into some comfortable clothing before heading over to his room

⌬ you knocked on his door, “Eiji? Is eveything okay?” you called quietly, there was some silence before the door opened

⌬ “Oh! (Y/n), your here. I need your help.” He tugged you into his room, locking his door behind the both of you

⌬ you were about to say something when your eyes landed on his scalp...since when were the roots of his hair black??? then you spotted the boxes of hair dye on his desk, your eyes widened in reaization

⌬ “You dye your hair?”

⌬ “Huh? Oh, yeah I do. That’s actually why I asked for help.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Mina usually does it but she’s busy.”

⌬ she wasn’t

⌬ she said she was and suggested for Kiri to ask you for help

⌬ you had spent that night with Kirishima sat between your legs as you helped him re-dye his grown out roots and listening to him open up about his past and why he dyed his hair

⌬ you’d never admit it but you took your time just to have him close to you for a little bit longer

⌬ “Do you mind helping me wash it out?” You had instant;y said ‘yes’

⌬ he sat down in a kitchen chair and leaned back so his head was in the sink, you were standing above him with your hands running through his hair. washing out the dye and massaging shampoo and conditioner onto his scalp and rinsing it out

⌬ he had tried to keep his blush under control during this whole time, fighting to keep his eyelids from drooping because having you run your hands through his hair was so calming

⌬ you gazed down at him, he had lost the fight and let his eyelids close while you rinsed the last of the suds from his hair and turned off the faucet

⌬ he looked so peaceful, his features soft and relaxed and you could’ve sworn there was a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks

⌬ you hadn’t realized you were staring until his eyes fluttered open and stared right up into yours, his doe eyes making you blush

⌬ “Well hello there.” He smiled. “I guess I fell asleep...” you were in a trance, not processing his words until a couple of seconds passed

⌬ “You know (y/n), you’re really handsome...your skin looks so soft.”

⌬ before he could stop himself, he reached up and cupped your cheek. the pad of his thumb running over your skin, the tension between the two of you became palpable

⌬ behind the corner, Mina and some of the other girls were trying their hardest not to squeal and giggle in excitement at the adorable scene unfolding before their very eyes

⌬ just then, Kirishima’s other hand gripped your waist and brought you down onto his lap, the blush on your face was as fiery as his freshly dyed hair

⌬ he smiled cutely at you as you grabbed the towel you had draped over the counter and placing it over his head before moving it around to dry his hair

⌬ “You know what, I-I think I like you.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession

⌬ “So...you wouldn’t mind if I just..k-kissed you?”

⌬ “I think I’d like it.” His toothy grin made your heart skip a beat, the hand that was still on your cheek started to guide you to him

⌬ you placed your hands onto his strong shoulders to steady yourself as you leaned towards him, your lips meeting briefly before pulling away

⌬ his eyes wide, blush much more intense as he swallowed nervously, “Could we- can we do that again?”

⌬ With much more confidence, you met his lips one more time. his lips moved cautiously against yours, it was inexperienced but sweet and genuine

⌬ from then on started your wholesome, and sometimes crackheaded, relationship with Eijiro Kirishima

⌬ he was an incredibly sweet boyfriend, always cheering you on during training and making you smile so hard your cheeks were sore

⌬ I think he would often ask for piggy back rides, you’d run around with him screaming “I AM TALL” while perched on your back

⌬ he would shower you with compliments 24/7, the bakusquad would always tease him about how sappy he is but they’re all happy to see him be so soft for you

⌬ if you were ever insecure about your height, he wouldn’t even let you get the chance to be sad

⌬ BABY SPOOn

⌬ this boy would gladly be baby spoon when you guys cuddle, he loves the feeling of having you hold him so close

⌬ BUT

⌬ if you ever wanted to be baby spoon, he would instantly open his arms and make grabby hands at you so you could climb into his embrace

⌬ 100% takes advantage of your height to get the good snacks that Bakugo hides on the top shelf

⌬ I feel like he’s the type to brag about you ALL THE TIME

⌬ Fatgum thinks it’s adorable

⌬ speaking of Fatgum, he tells Kiri to invite you on a little team dinner they were having

⌬ Tamaki would definitely shrink back behind Fatgum because he finds you intimidating but he finds out soon enough that you were a gentle giant, just like his mentor

⌬ Fatgum liked that you could handle your food

⌬ by the end of the night, he definitely approves of yours and Kiri’s relationship, he can see by the way the both of you interact, the way the both of you look at each other that you’re in love

⌬ there’s never a dull moment during your relationship

⌬ class 1-A definitely thinks that the you’re both absolutely adorable

⌬ because even after having been together for a while, you would gaze at each other when the other wasn’t looking

⌬ adoration and love clear in your eyes

[leviskokoro]

Christmas in The Devildom | Home Alone Edition

desc :: Mari tells a tale of what happened during her Christmas during her exchange student program.

word count :: 2247

note/s :: I got this idea about Mari having to defend herself from demons while she’s alone on Christmas. But then I realised... “Hey! This is literally just the premise of Home Alone!” so I decided to write it.

relationship/s :: implied fluffwings | jack x mari / implied greedwings | mammon x mari

art credit :: KEMM01 on Deviantart

edit credit :: me

Holiday season was a lovely time of cheer and giving for most people. Mari gave a sigh of relief, finally done giving her last gift of the day. Yes, seeing the generally happy reactions of the people she cared for brought joy to her weary heart, even if those people didn’t necessarily care for her back. Now it was just time to relax during the NRC Christmas party.

Everyone from every dorm had gathered to the cafeteria to partake in the festivities. Every nook and cranny had been decorated to perfection. But maybe that was pushing things a bit since Mari was the one that had to decorate everything after Crowley pushed the work onto her for the hundredth time she’s lived in Twisted Wonderland at the last minute when he just decided that a Christmas party might help bring students together more. At least she can rest while the first years talked about how they spent their Christmas at home.

“Mari.” The girl looked up to see Epel looking at her with a curious gaze. “What was Christmas like for you when you were in your world?”

“Yeah, we’ve been the ones talking here but you haven’t shared anything the whole time,” Ace spoke up as he bit into some cookies.

“Ah, sorry—”

“Didn’t you live in Hell for a year? What’s Christmas there like?” Deuce asked, placing a finger to his chin in thought.

Mari was silent for a moment, trying to get her thoughts and memories in order.

“Um… it’s kind of a long story. Are you guys alright with that?” She glanced at each of their faces for confirmation.

“You’re an excellent storyteller, Mari. It’d be wonderful to hear it,” Sebek chimed in, placing his food on the table and sitting with them.

She nodded, relieved that they seemed to be alright to tell them.

“So… I was mostly left alone during the holidays—”

“Eh? Left alone?” Ace raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah… We were going to celebrate but the demon brothers and the folks at Purgatory Hall were called to a meeting and had to take care of some business in a farther area in the Devildom. I wasn’t able to come because that place had particularly deadly air for humans…”

“Why do I have to go?! There’s gonna be a whole bunch of Christmas special limited edition figurines for Rurichan and all my favorite idols!” Levi had complained as he stuffed his fifth Rurichan figurine into his luggage.

“I was planning on eating a Christmas feast…” Beel had also whined, rubbing his stomach. In his hands were three gigantic bags filled with snacks and snacks only.

“Is it really okay to leave Mari here?” Asmo asked, who was mostly just clinging onto her body; She’s had to swat his grabby hands from touching her more intimate parts a couple times but cuddles with him were generally still quite lovely. Among them, he had the most packed luggages that was all dedicated to his beauty and fashion.

“Yeah, lesser demons might take this opportunity to sneak into this place and eat Mari.” Satan at least had a reasonable amount of bags. Though, he held one novel in his arm.

She sighed, running her hand through her sift chocolate locks. “Guys, no offense but you were the ones to put me in the most danger here during my exchange program here.”

They all seemed sheepish now. “Uhh—“

“Enough whining. We’re going to be late already,” Lucifer spoke up. “Mari should be fine. No one would be stupid enough to harm her if they knew the consequence will be being charged with treason and being tortured for eternity.”

Mari gave a thumbs up. “Yeah. There’s nothing to worry about.” Her eyes widened, noticing something rather odd.

She looked around. “Where’s Mammon?” She asked.

“He said he had something to do,” Satan answered.

Lucifer turned around and started walking. “We’ll leave him behind. He can catch up,” he spoke. His shoes made light clicking noises against the floor as he left the premises, the rest of the brothers followed him.

“Hey! Wait up!” Mammon yelled as he darted out of his room, carrying a bunch of stuff with him.

“Hey! Are you guys telling stories?” Kalim’s bright voice interrupted her speech. A large grin was plastered on his face.

“Kalim, don’t just barge into conversations like that,” Jamil scolded him. He carried two trays filled with food, one for him and one for Kalim.

“It’s fine! I was getting to the interesting part.”

“Très bien! How wonderful to see you all spending quality time during this festive party! It touches my heart,” Rook’s voice appeared from behind them, causing some of the first years to jump in surprise.

“Your bodyguards left you alone during Christmas? That seems rather irresponsible of them if they knew there was still a chance of you being attacked by demons,” Vil spoke as the two also sat down at the table next to theirs.

She nodded, looking down and biting her lip. “Well… The house did end up being attacked.”

“EH?!” Their eyes were as wide as the plates they were eating from.

“How did you manage to survive?”

“During the last day of school, a bunch of lesser demons had whispered about taking the opportunity to come by and eat my soul after classes. Little did they know, I had overheard their conversation and that gave me some time to prepare…”

Mari rushed around the House of Lamentation, rope and other sorts of equipment that she hastily purchased from Akuzon in her arm. Knowing that this house had a variety of magical items that even she could use despite having a lack of it.

Satan’s room had all sorts of cursed books and Levi’s room had magical merch. If worse comes to worst, she’ll use the grimoire underground. It’s more of a last resort since she knew what happened when Luke was lost and ended up there. Lucifer would’ve killed her if it weren’t for Diavolo.

She stopped in her tracks when she looked into Mammon’s stuff in case he had anything that could be used. Her eyes widened to see a murder of crows in his room.

… What?

One of the crows flew up and landed on her shoulder. “Hey there! You’re Mari, right? We’re Mammon’s familiars! He told us a lot about you. He had us stay here to watch over you.”

“That idiot is so reckless that she’d probably get herself into trouble without me so make sure nothing bad happens to her!” … were his exact words.” A different crow spoke up, imitating his voice and tone with such perfect accuracy that it startled the girl.

A grim pulled at her lips. “Great! A bunch of demons are coming here soon and I’ll be needing your help to defend the place.” She explained her plan to them.

“Wow! You already got this thing planned out,” the first crow commented. “Just give us the order and we’ll do our best!”

Mari nodded, smiling in gratitude for them. She turned around and rushed out the room to start setting everything up.

Using her knowledge of the items in the House of Lamentation, she set up a bunch of traps around the place and sat in the living room, waiting for them to trigger. Near each trap was at least one crow to lure the demons into the traps. In one hand was a controller for one of Levi’s consoles. The other held a specific book that was just titled “Void”.

“Really hope this works…” The girl muttered, her grip around the items tightened.

A cacophony of screams echoed throughout the place and several crows flew to her from different directions, signalling that the traps were successful.

She gave a sigh of relief, happy that they worked. There had been this worry that gnawed at her heart when she thought of the possibility of her ropework being too weak. Fortunately, that seemed to not be the case.

Mari checked the bands she put on their feet. Each crow had a different color so that she would know which traps got triggered.

Red, white, yellow, and green… Ah!

Red was in charge of luring the demon into a tripwire trap where if they triggered it, it’d pull the pin from a makeshift grenade she made out of Ruri-chan’s Extra Devilish Spicy Powder that she got from Levi’s room. Levi described it to be so spicy that it can cause a demon to pass out as soon as it comes into contact with their nose and eyes.

White was in charge of watching the catapult. If the door with the trap gets opened, the demon would get Asmo’s “special rope” launched at them. It would completely immobilise anyone if it makes contact with someone’s skin.

Yellow was the one watching over the gun trap. If the window was opened, it’d pull the trigger on the replica gun she got from Levi’s room. It had been from “I Got Isekai’d To A Fantasy Historical Drama But I Didn’t Expect To Find Out That 7 Generals Would Fall For Me”. The bullets weren’t lethal or anything, but they were the magical sort that could knock out a demon with one bullet.

Last but not least was green, who watched over the back door. She roped up a bunch of cursed books from Satan’s room, careful not to touch them with her bare hands, and hung them over the door. If triggered, it would drop all the books and curse the demon into 5 months of deep slumber. 5 months felt a bit excessive, but it was probably better than being charged of treason and being tortured for eternity.

However, it seemed that the other two crows didn’t return just yet.

Then, rushed footsteps started approaching the living room. She looked up to see the last crows flying and two demons running towards her. The looks on their faces oozed with murderous intent as they neared her.

… Shit, looks like the last two traps either didn’t get triggered or they found a way around them.

But all she did was bite her lip and opened the book with the pages facing them.

The room started shaking as a dark aura covered the book. The demons screamed when they started getting pulled into the pages of the book, scrambling to keep their ground. However this was in vain, as they ended up getting sucked into the book anyway.

And with that, Mari gave a loud sigh of relief, dropping her body onto the couch. She pressed a button on the controller.

Nothing around her really happened upon pressing it. But the other demons that were immobilised were put into Levi’s game. She had to know their identities first, which was surprisingly easy to find on Devilgram. She should be able to let them out later. Hopefully they don’t die in the game. She had set it to easy mode, after all.

“Yay! We did it!” The crows cheered, gathering close to each other and even doing a little dance in the process.

“... And that was the end of that story. After that night, the demon brothers came back and we spent a lovely Christmas together, the Devildom way.” Mari’s story came to a close. She looked at all the students that were immersed in her story.

“You were able to defend yourself against a whole group of demons in a single night?!” Ace’s eyes were wide open. His expression was mirrored by the others.

“Très bien! You’ve displayed such wonderful resourcefulness against opponents who are much stronger than you!” Rook praised her in his own fashion, gazing at her with his amused hunter green irises.

Jamil nodded, placing his hand to his chin in thought. A small smile could be seen on his face if one were to look close enough. “Using what you had around the house to use as traps… How clever,” he mumbled.

“You’d be a great fit for Scarabia!” Kalim grinned.

“You were able to set all those traps in such a short amount of time. With that sort of workspeed, Pomefiore could make use of your efforts,” Vil retorted, crossing his arms.

A new voice spoke up, “Oh, but her cunning wit should be further honed in Octavinelle. I’m sure I’d make better use of her skill.”

Jamil’s expression turned sour at the sight of the dorm leader of Octavinelle.

“Nonsense! She belongs in Diasomnia with the young master!” Sebek’s voice boomed across the cafeteria.

“Oi! Quiet down, you noisy brat,” Leona spoke up from another table beside them. He glared at the first year.

And that was the start of a rather chaotic argument between all the dorms.

Jack and Mari looked at each other with exasperated expressions.

“You wanna get out of here?” She offered.

All he did was scratch the back of his head and nod. “Yeah, it’d be better if we just went somewhere else.”

The two of them got up and sneaked away from the group that was too absorbed in their fight.

Although, Mari couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face as she processed the fact that they had complimented her. At the time, she didn’t think it was all too special. But it felt really nice to receive such validation.

Perhaps they saw her better now. Someone who isn’t weak all because she had no magic.

The thought soothed her.

[thetorturerwrites]

okay Melly-senpai hear me out... Dry humping a fully erect and tied-the-fuck-up Ben Solo to the point where his cock is straining the FUCK out of his pants yet he continues to be the victim of sexual torture to the nth degree OwO

Fae, my beautiful friend, this Ben is based entirely off of your On The Desk Ben; specifically, your most recent chapter. I do hope you like it.

***

“Don’t you have a girlfriend,” you clucked chidingly as you slid the cappuccino across the bar.

Ben Solo, manwhore extraordinaire, stretched across the shiny countertop and tugged on your green apron, pooling it so he could see into the gap and down your blouse.

“Not according to her,” he stroked the tip of his middle finger in a slow line down your cleavage.

“So, you think I’m gonna let you fuck me on a technicality?” 

You leaned out of his reach. Ben was liquid sex; and if you weren’t careful, you would absolutely find yourself bent over the new shipment of creamers while he plowed you into stupidity.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you,” he dipped his finger into the coffee and sucked it clean. “Because last time, we got interrupted right before you could beg for my cock.”

You flooded with embarrassed arousal. He wasn’t wrong. Your last encounter was interrupted, and he had spent an hour tasting and sucking on your pussy to the point where you were, in fact, going to beg him to fuck you.

“Ok, Ben.” An idea sparked in your brain, and you chewed your cheek, working it out. “8 o’clock. My place.”

Ben was late. Of course.

“Hey babe, you ready for m--wha-hat the fuck,” he gaped, mouth slack and eyes round.

You’d answered the door in pink lace boy shorts and the tiniest shirt you could find. It cut off just beneath your breasts, drawing his attention. Crowding in, he walked you backwards and slammed the door shut with a kick.

Ben pushed you up against the wall and crashed his mouth to yours, swallowing your surprised squeak. He slid a thick thigh between your legs, pinning you so his hands could wander, fingers grazing your hard nipples. You mewled into his hungry mouth, canting your head to deepen the kiss.

Remembering your plan, you bunched twitching fingers into his coat and pushed at his chest, trying to wiggle away.

“Gonna be a tease tonight? Hm?”

“Shut up.” You ducked out of his embrace. “You were late. Upstairs. Bed. Now.”

His breath caught, the authority in your voice burgeoning a fresh shade of lust across his cheeks. He stepped towards you, clenching his hands impatiently. 

“Yeah? Planning to punish me for it?” He advanced on you, but you dodged again, lifting your chin at the stairs.

“Only one way to find out.”

Ben stretched out in the center of your bed, clad only in those sexy tight pants. He palmed himself through the painted-on jeans, crooking his finger to beckon you in. He was infuriatingly beautiful, all hard lines and muscle.

“Turn around.” You swallowed nerves and twirled your finger, patting the foot of the bed.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He eagerly complied, reaching out for your hips and drawing you towards his face.

You gave yourself a minute to enjoy it, the slide of his huge hands against your calves, thighs, and hips. He gave your ass a loud slap, ruining your reverie, and you shoved his hands away, reaching under the mattress for the hidden, heavy strap. You buckled him in, first right hand, then left.

You hummed delightedly at the sight, your weight dipping the bed down as you settled right on his confined, straining cock. He grunted, yanking on the restraints that kept his arms and grabby hands at bay.

“You are a fucking tease.”

Ignoring him, you rocked your hips, grinding and riding, relishing the way his teeth clenched and his shoulders lifted. His lust-ridden eyes dropped to your chest, and you bounced ever so slightly, making them jiggle the way he liked. He growled demandingly and pushed up into you.

Your hips danced, sliding your slick seam against the one in his jeans. You purred because it was just enough drag, just enough of a ridge to tantalize. He stuttered out curses when you gripped the waistband of his jeans and used them as a handle for better friction. The slippery head of his cock just nudging your fingertips with his every ineffective thrust.

“If you don’t get on my dick...” He jolted upwards as though he could work the button and zipper free by virtue of his hips alone.

“You’ll what?” You snapped and stopped moving completely, scowling at him. “Run and tell your girlfriend?”

“Shit fuck,” he croaked and nudged at your back with his knees, trying to get back what his mouth had cost him. “You have to move. Baby, you...have to...GODDAMMIT!” 

He jerked against the bonds, but you were already off of him, crouched down, plundering beneath your bed for something. His pleas turned to threats and then to outright objections when he saw it.

“NO FUCKING WAY!”

He fought, twisting his head away and roaring, but you caught him, snatched him up by the damp hair at his nape, and wrestled him into the sadistic accessory.

“You talk too much.” You patted the cheek of the fitted face guard. 

Ben, notorious bachelor and all-around slut, was tied to your bed, muzzled and glaring at you like you murdered his family. His hips gave away his desire, jerking and bucking. You traced the outline of his impressive cock and the little wet spot seeping through the fabric.

“Much better.” You crawled back onto the bed, settling your knees on either side of his neck.

He groaned into your leg so loud you felt the vibration through the hard plastic face mask. Cinching fingers into his ebony hair, you turned his cheeks upright and spread your knees apart, sinking your lacy cunt down onto the cover.

“What was that?” You wiggled your hips to jostle his face. “Didn’t quite hear you.”

For a second, you thought he wouldn’t play your game. He kicked at the headboard and thrashed; but then, it came. He looked up the length of your flushing body and moaned again, ragged and needy,the muzzle tickling your pussy and clit. 

“That’s it.” You gasped, encouraging him to keep going every time he’d growl, speak, or moan.

You dipped your fingers into your panties, and Ben barked out muffled curses, stomping on the mattress and trying to throw you off balance. Squeezing your thighs tighter, you let his tirade resonate against your opening while you rubbed fast circles into your clit.

When his tantrum stopped, you eased back and gazed at him. You’d reduced him to little more than a mannequin, desperate, red, and sweaty. His hazel eyes were round and glossy, lovely in their mindlessness. 

“Want me to fuck you now, baby?” You were breathless, skirting the orgasm.

His hands tightened into fists, he closed his eyes, thankful you were finally going to cater to him, and moaned again.  His eager nod lifted a smirk to your lips. You slid from the bed in one fluid motion, and Ben’s body turned toward you, straining to be closer. 

“You’re not gonna like this.” You whispered against the shell of his ear, brandishing your last weapon of the night.

Laying eyes on the thing in your hands, he howled and twisted, flopping like a fish out of water, but you were too quick. In a hot minute, you had him pinned and buckled into the taunting contraption. 

It was heartless and cruel, but that’s what made it so, so right. He deserved every tormenting moment of his comeuppance.

“Pretty as a picture.” 

Phone in hand, you snapped a quick series of photos. The sight of Ben Solo, trussed up, tied down, and sporting your favorite purple harness with its big, black strap-on dick over his pants was just too fucking good.

Stripping quickly, you re-mounted the broken stallion, mimicking that prick wink he always gave you. He grunted and turned his head away, looking 10 different shades of angry and ashamed.

“I told you that you could fuck me, Ben.” You shifted, lined up the latex, and sunk down on it with a hiss. “But I never said how.”

Your lips quivered, framing a moan and a curse. This one was your favorite because it was thick, long, and curved just the right way. You braced yourself against Ben’s chest, digging your fingers into the taut muscles as you wiggled through the burn and stretch.

The sounds coming from inside the facial cage were delicious, a mix of moaning and words you pretended were pleas.  They spurred you into a quick, rough pace. Brazen, drunk on this obscene control, you bounced and shook, jarring the entire bed with your debauched ride.

“Shitshitshit.” It tumbled from your mouth each time your hips would connect with his, the slam of your ass connecting with the tilt of his pelvis.

The latex was shiny with your slick now, the plunge of it easy. He fucked at you, hips on auto pilot. He watched the false cock disappear into your body, having unraveled into a mess of leaking eyes, twitching dick, whimpers, and wretched gasps. 

What he wanted was so close, your hot pussy right there, but you’d stuffed it with something else, and all he could do was watch.

“How's it feel to be someone's fuck doll, Ben?” 

He snorted, and you grinned, sitting up fully on the black monster, breath catching at the wicked fullness. One quaking hand rubbed your clit, and one clutched at a swollen, stiff-peaked breast. Ben's eyes locked on your face, and you never felt so powerful in your entire fucking life. 

Your hips rolled, nudging the latex cock right against that spot that made you see stars. Faster and faster, you ground against it, against Ben’s backboard of a body, and furiously rubbed your clit until your toes tingled. 

Ben rocked himself up into you, lifting up to bury the dildo in your cunt with a deep, cooperative pace. You shouted as the orgasm bloomed at the very end of that monster cock, surged out from between your labia, and sizzled up through your clit, thighs, and everything else.

"Fuck!" 

You purred and pressed your chest against his, sated and incredibly pleased with yourself. Hips still lifting, still dancing, you pondered another round because that was a nice appetizer of an orgasm. 

Thinking Ben might truly execute you if you didn’t let him up, you kissed the muzzle, murmuring a soft ‘good boy’ against it, and lifted yourself up with a vulgar shuck. 

“Well, this was fun.” You chuckled at how closely he was watching you, working first to unbuckle the harness. “Tell your girl I said hi.”

Free of the wrist restraints, Ben shot up, grabbed you by the neck, and the rest was a blur.

[zwritestuff]

Placebo Effect (One-shot) - Monét/Monique

A/N: Hi! This is a paid commission I did for @derpy-avocado. I did my best to live up to her wishes for this fic, and I hope you all like it too! :D If you’d like a commission, all the information is on my pinned post.

Summary: Monique is sick and asks Monét to take care of him.

1,692 words | on ao3. 

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Moonique: are u free today?

Monét barely has time to read the text when Bob is pushing him to keep on walking, albeit rather harshly, otherwise they’ll miss the greenlight. He just huffs, haphazardly putting it in his back pocket and adjusting his gym bag, pinching Bob’s arms once they’re on the other side of the street.

“If you wanted to push me in front of the cars, you should’ve just done that,” he jokingly says, and Bob just rolls his eyes.

“I don’t need you as a ghost tugging on my cold feet for the rest of my life, thank you very much,” Bob deadpans, but a chuckle escapes him. Monét just snorts, turning around the corner of the street, heading for their nearest Starbucks.

Summer is on its last stage, leaving space for autumn’s chilly winds and brown leaves. But the temperatures have yet to drop, and Monét isn’t sure why he allows Bob to drag him to the gym on hot days like these—best friend privileges, he supposes.

Between small talk he forgets about Monique’s text, until they get to Starbucks and the line is larger than they anticipated. He turns to Bob to go on with their conversation when he feels his phone buzz, before they hear a moo. Bob cocks a brow in his direction, but Monét is more than used to the ridiculous ringtone Monique set up for himself.

“Mo?”

“‘Nét.” His voice sounds solemn—and nasal. “You ignored my texts, bitch. I’m dying and you ignored me,” he says, as dramatic as Monét knows him to be, and he can’t help to laugh.

“Okay, first, I saw your first text while I was walking, I was going to answer. Second, I’m pretty sure you’re not actually dying.” He hears a whine on the other side of the line and gives a tiny smile, accompanied by a chuckle. Bob purses his lips as if he were to say something, but his mouth stays shut.

“Excuses, excuses.” He can almost see Monique dismissing what he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m sick, think I got a cold or somethin’. ‘M burnin’ up, my nose’s runny, my throat’s sore—and I’m bored outta my mind,” he sighs deeply, to really sell his acting.

Monét cocks a brow, “Pretty sure boredom isn’t part of the symptoms,” he says, amused. Monique groans on the other side of the line.

“Of course it isn’t, you dumbass.” There’s a small pause before he continues, “I just—I want someone to hang out with to not feel so miserable, y’know,” he admits in a whisper, and really, it shouldn’t make Monét’s heart speed up, but it does.

He purses his lips, glancing towards Bob, who seems much more preoccupied with his own phone. He knows they’re supposed to film a video and their podcast, amongst other things—but a day off can’t hurt, can it?

“Alright, I’ll come by. I’m at Starbucks, you want anything?” He asks, though he knows Monique’s usual order by heart. And sure enough, Monique recites it back to him. “I’ll be there in ten, maybe. The door’s locked?”

“I’ll unlock it now,” Monique says simply, and Monét hears some fumbling in the background. “Thanks, Nét,” he mumbles with earnest, making Monét smile lopsidedly.

“Anytime,” he whispers back before hanging up, and when he puts away his phone and goes to meet Bob’s gaze, there’s a questioning glare piercing right through him. “What?”

Bob just stares at him for a solid second before speaking, “It was Monique, wasn’t it? You got that look on your face, you know the one. No wonder you’re abandoning me that easy.” He goes straight to the point, with a shit eating grin. Monét just cocks a brow, trying to not look flustered.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he says, but he knows—it’s just he’d rather not think about it now, not when he’s on his way to see him.

Bob gives him sneaky glances and teases him a fair share until he leaves, and all Monét can do is pretend he doesn’t hear him.

*

Monét arrives to Monique’s apartment in the blink of an eye, with his stupidly complicated order, and unceremoniously lets himself in.

Immediately, he’s greeted by the sound of SZA’s latest song blasting from Monique’s room, and he smiles a little before he makes a beeline for it. The door is wide open, and right away he can see Monique bundled in a bunch of blankets, his eyes are closed, peeking out from under the covers, and he looks so peaceful he’d hate to ruin the moment.

But then again, his coffee is getting cold, and he knows Monique hates cold coffee.

“Wow, you really look like shit,” he jokingly says, making Monique’s eyes snap open.  He kicks off the blanket covering him and makes the motion to stand up from bed, but Monét takes a long stride and makes him settle back down.

“Thanks for coming,” he beams, turning the music just a notch down. He makes space in the bed for Monét, and he gladly settles by his side, and there’s something comforting by the familiarity of the motion. “D’you get my order right?”

“A venti Americano blonde espresso with caramel syrup and almond milk, right?” He asks, knowing the answer, and pride swells in his chest when Monique squeals in excitement, making grabby hands at the drink.

Monét’s own drink is already half empty, so he nibbles on it silently while Monique is cuddled up by his side, telling him about this one gig where he did shots with the host, how he felt sick over the course of the next days, pinning the blame on the host. Monét just listens, amused, unable to wipe the grin off his face whenever he glances to Monique out of the corner of his eye and sees him talking with his hand and making gestures, to really tell a compelling story.

They stay like that for what feels like forever, talking aimlessly about everything and anything, listening to SZA’s second album, and letting a comfortable silence fall when there’s nothing to say, just sipping on their drinks until the last drop. Monét leaves for a moment to use the bathroom, and Monique lets out a long breath.

He’s not sure why his first instinct upon realizing he’s sick was to call Monét instead of seeing a doctor, but he can’t deny his company brings him a sort of peace he only feels when he’s with him. And Monique isn’t stupid, he knows what it is and why he feels like that, but he’d rather protect their friendship a little longer.

He gets up to get a glass of water while Monét is still busy in the bathroom, and he aimlessly stands in the middle of the kitchen, still wrapped up in his comfy blankets, when he hears it—the ice cream truck tune.

Monique smiles widely, peeking over at the door of the bathroom. He knows he’s not supposed to go out like that and Monét will chastise him, but Monét can forgive him once he comes back with ice cream for the two. Right?

*

“Do you have any idea of the heart attack you almost gave me?” Monét exclaims, once he finds Monique sitting on the sidewalk, melting ice creams on each hand and a smug smile, still wrapped up in blankets.

“In my defense, you left me unsupervised, and I bought you an ice cream too!” Monique holds his hand out, offering him the sweet, and Monét glares at him, begrudgingly accepting it and kneeling down next to him.

“Girl, you’re a grown ass adult, I left you for one minute to use the bathroom and you disappear!”

“One minute? Seemed like an eternity to me,” Monique says nonchalantly, carelessly licking the ice cream. His tone is jokey, but there’s some truth to his words.

If he sees Monét blush before he looks away and scoops him up in his arms, Monique doesn’t say anything. Monét chastises him on their way back, the ice cream melting before he can finish it, and Monique would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy their proximity.

Monét vows to not let him out of his sight while he’s there, and proposes they watch something on Netflix, and it totally isn’t Monique’s idea to cover Monét with his own blankets to have him closer. They have a mixed marathon of SpongeBob and Avatar when they can’t settle on just one, and if Monique feels his heart skip when Monét insists he rests his head on his chest, he’ll never admit it.

“Y’know, I think it was always obvious Katara would end up with Aang,” Monét comments out of nowhere, and Monique cocks a brow, silently prompting him to go on. “I mean, just look at the way he looks at her. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pick up on it if someone looked you that way,” he muses mysteriously, and Monique has to agree.

“Well, yeah, but why are you—” He glances up to meet Monét’s gaze, and the words die in his throat.

It seems planned, the way Monét is looking at him while the show plays on the background, mimicking Aang’s lovey-dovey gaze to Katara. It sends chills right down his spine.

He’s looking at his lips, and it makes him wonder who’ll be the one to make the move. In the end, Monique isn’t thinking straight, blame it on the way her brain shut downs when he’s with Monét or the fever, but the next thing he knows is that he stops holding back and clashes his lips with Monét’s.

It feels childish to say a canyon of butterflies exploded on his stomach, but that’s what happens.

“I think that made me feel better,” Monique confesses sheepishly, once they pull apart, and Monét just chuckles, pulling him closer.

“Oh, yeah? I’m more than glad to be your placebo effect,” he says, “You still need to see a doctor, though.”

Monique rolls his eyes, biting back a smile. “Don’t ruin the moment, bitch.”

[buckyskorpion]

“i thought you’d like this” please ?💕 i’m very excited for the fourth part of your story and i love your blog!

sorry this took so long!! hope you enjoy this, it’s a bit of fun in these not so fun times 

Nat comes into the boardroom with a tiny smirk on her face. You share a glance with Bucky - this can’t be good.

“I thought you’d like this,” Nat announces, throwing herself into the chair next to you and dumping her legs in your lap, effectively pinning you down. She clears her throat theatrically and pulls out her phone, reads, “Former Winter Soldier and current Avenger James Barnes spotted taking newest recruit on a date in Central Park.”

Bucky starts coughing so violently you’re worried he’s going to pop a plate in his new arm. You, on the other hand, feel the colour drain from your face almost immediately. A date?

Nat is grinning, now, which is somehow even more terrifying than when she’s mad. Bucky has to stand and grab some water from the cooler in the corner, leaning on the wall for support. Good to know the concept of hypothetically going on a date with you is so horrifying to him. You have to say something, the silence is stretching on and it’s so awkward and tense you might explode. Maybe that’s a good thing. Then you’d never have to meet Bucky’s eyes ever again.

“Where did you get this from?” you ask Nat hoarsely, swallowing past the way your voice cracks. Her eyes are sparkling, she’s so happy - this isn’t natural. You make grabby hands for her phone and, reluctantly, she hands it over.

There are photos attached to the article, because of course there are. It’s a TMZ release (who else) and the photos are disturbingly high-quality. It was the morning after your last mission, when you’d woken up aching all over and tired in a way not even a good nights sleep could fix but Bucky was knocking at your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk with him. Of course you said yes, even if it felt like torture to drag yourself from bed. It was Bucky — you would always say yes.

He bought you coffee and you walked around Central Park in mostly silence. There wasn’t a lot to say, it was just nice to be quiet in each other’s company after the chaos of the mission. Fall was starting so it was getting cold, but not unbearably so, and not enough for the trees to lose all their green. It was beautiful - you hadn’t seen something so beautiful in a while. It was like Bucky knew it was what you needed, and you’d turned to softly thank him only to find him already look at you.

This is what the camera had caught, the photo plastered on Nat’s phone with the offending article. You, smiling up at him with the most awful, fond look on your face you wish you could burn and Bucky, head bent towards you, also smiling. His face matches yours. Since when? You were there, you remember this moment but you don’t remember Bucky looking at you like that. He couldn’t. Could he?

“Well,” Nay says pointedly, asking for her phone back with a hand held out towards you. You pass it over, fingers numb, mind going a mile a minute. “Good to know TMZ had to ask your girl out for you, Barnes. Pathetic, honestly.”

“What?” This was officially too much. Bucky is looking at Nat like he wants to actually tear her vocal chords out of her throat and she’s still smiling, having the time of her life, and you want to scream. So you do, essentially. You slam your hand on the table and cry, “Can someone please explain what the fuck is going on? Who’s girl where?”

“Calm down before you hurt yourself,” Nat says, cutting you a side eye. You blush, immediately embarrassed by your theatrics but honestly, who could blame you? TMZ has a lot to answer for. With a raised eyebrow towards Bucky, Natasha says, “Well? She’s asking you a question.”

“Can you give us a moment, Natasha?” Bucky grinds out, a scarier look on his face than even the Winter Soldier could muster. Nat laughs, head thrown back, like this is the funniest thing in the world.

“Oh no,” she says, still somewhat giggling. “I’m not missing this for the world.”

Bucky’s sigh could’ve shaken the walls of the boardroom. You were supposed to be having a mission debriefing for crying out loud, but now you’re here, absolutely confused to hell, staring at Bucky hoping for some enlightenment but he’s just chewing his lip and avoiding your eyes. TMZ thinks you went on a date with Bucky when you know damn well that only happens in your dreams, and Nat is somehow involved, and Bucky is being evasive, and no one is filling you in yet. Maybe this is a dream of yours, morphing into a nightmare as the silence ticks by.

“Honestly!” Nat exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. “You are both useless! (Y/n), what did you tell me the other day after training? ‘Bucky could never like me back, we’re just friends!’ My ass!”

Oh no, this isn’t happening. This is definitely a nightmare now. But Nat isn’t done, ignoring the strangled noise you make and how you slump down in an attempt to hide.

“And you,” Nat says, eyes narrowing at Bucky while she points a finger, “If you ask me one more time for advice on what to do about your schoolboy feelings for (y/n), I will physically remove your spleen and enjoy it.”

With that, Nat finally removes her feet from your lap and storms from the room, letting the door slam shut behind her. The silence is a physical thing, fogging up the room and choking you out from the inside. You stare at the wood grain of the table, reeling from Nat’s outburst and the absolute wasteland that is your pride. You never want to look at Bucky again, the shame is too much. But he’s walking over to you now, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting so you’re between the ‘v’ of his legs, so close you can feel his supersoldier body heat radiating over you. Or maybe that’s just your burning cheeks from the sheer embarrassment of the situation Nat has put you in.

“Did you really say that to Nat?” Bucky asks, soft but the sound still makes you flinch.

“I’m sorry,” you say, avoiding his gaze that’s burning into the side of your face, “I shouldn’t hav said that, it’s not fair to put you in this situation and you probably think I’m some kind of creep-“

“(Y/n),” Bucky says, and his tone makes it almost sound like he’s laughing. That can’t be right. And then he puts his hand on your neck, urging you to look up and over at him - you’re powerless to resist the warmth of his skin and the rough slide of his palm as he shifts to cup the back of your head. You look at him, finally, to find him smiling at you in the same way from the TMZ photo.

“Bucky?” You’re unsure what he’s doing, what’s going on, but you can’t formulate coherent sentences at the moment so you settle for that. He laughs, then draws you forward and thunks his forehead against yours. You close your eyes breath him in, the only thing you’re capable of doing when your mind is screaming what the fuck is going on?

“I can’t believe you thought I’d never feel that way about you,” Bucky says, hushed. You find yourself blushing again, squirming in his grip to pull away but he doesn’t let you. Damn super strength.

“Feel what way?” you ask, defensive, “You mean as completely platonic friends and coworkers?”

“You’re a brat,” Bucky huffs, but when you peek an eye open you can see he’s smiling. He’s still holding you close, and you can’t find in you to pull way even as you’re trying to distance yourself verbally. He shakes his had against yours and says, “I can’t believe it because that’s what I’ve been sayin’ about you this whole time.”

“Wait, what?” you ask. Now you’re lost. Bucky can’t be saying what you think he’s saying - he can’t.

“Nat’s right, we really are useless,” Bucky laughs, and then he pulls away. You try not to feel disappoint but it hits you in the gut anyway - only for a moment. Bucky doesn’t go very far, just enough to physically turn your chair so you’re facing him, in between his legs, and holds your face in his palms so he has to look at you. It’s a lot of manhandling and your head is spinning a bit. Why does he have to be so sexy?

Looking at you dead in the eye, Bucky says, “I don’t need TMZ to do this for me. I love you, (Y/n), I think I have from the moment I met you. I’m sorry for being a stupid, scared punk - it’s never gonna happen again.”

And then he kisses you, pulling you into his chest hard enough you have to hold onto his shoulders to stop yourself from toppling over. You muffle a yelp into his mouth but it’s quickly lost in a moan as he fists your hair and holds you close, kissing you rough and bruising like you always imagined it would be. It’s not until you think you might be seeing stars from how lightheaded you are that you pull away, breathing heavy and mouth probably just as swollen as Bucky’s looks. It’s a hot look. You can’t help but kiss him again, quick, just for looking like that.

“I think it will happen again,” you say, tilting your head at him as Bucky’s brow furrows. He looks upset, until you add, “I dunno how you’re gonna stop being a stupid punk, that’s practically in your DNA.”

“Oh, now you’re in for it,” Bucky growls, and your laughter turns into a squeal as he stands up and throws you over his shoulder, heading out of the boardroom with you pounding on his back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Put me down, Bucky!” you cry, practically in tears from how hard you’re laughing and how difficult it is to breath with a giant metal shoulder digging into your stomach. Bucky puts you down gently, which belies the angry look on his face as he stares down at you. You grin, reaching up to take his stubbled cheek in your palm, and you know he’s just playing but you still need to say, “You’re a stupid punk, but you’re my stupid punk and I love you.”

“Romantic,” Bucky says flatly, but you barely have time to roll your eyes before he’s kissing you again. You’re probably the first person in history to think, thank god for TMZ.

[beebeyjuice]

Beezleboss (Beetlejuice*x Neutral!Reader x OC) NSFW-ish

I have to complete anessaya dn I’m over here awake, listening to Tenacious D so just take it okay? just take it and...cuddle with it. It needs to be cuddled with.

*I may add the rock!BJ AU and Devil!BJ tag because...it’s fucking Tenacious D what other excuse do I have???

Warnings: Mentions of R*pe, drugs, with a little dark humour* (read after the ellipses)

Update: It is 4 am...I started at 1 am. I liked this story very much :D. Enjoy.

Published: 4/11/20

https://soundcloud.com/butcher-ben-592/tenacious-d-beezleboss

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I was sitting on the couch, strumming the guitar semi-consciously while waiting for my roommate to put the pot in the bong. The notes rolled off like a god was savoring the delicious riffs that kept on cooking. We alternated the use of the pick that we have found, and with its existence our lives gotten better. We gotten fame, money, a taste of both pussy and dick, because why the fuck not?

We even got a new friend, our agent, who’s nickname was Beezleboss. Sure it was a weird name, but there’s even weirder ones that are accepted by the crowd. Maybe he wanted to join the band?

(Y/N) came into the living room with the bag in their hand and sit next to me, and I placed the guitar in the stand. The pick I placed on the necklace frame. We both have our own necklace that holds the pick so it wouldn’t be as easy to lose it. It had its own eight, and its own disadvantages-

For one...we sometimes get paranoid and we forget the other one has it. Sometimes I’m up at 3 AM on the roof in my underwear and braless desperately looking for it, but then realization hits like a motherfucker when I realize that 1) (Y/N) has and 2) I am never on the roof for whatever reason, nice view though. It is always a nice view, it would be fun to fuck someone...maybe Beezlebub? Bezebos? Beteljuice? Juice...

“Hey (Y/N) hand me the orange juice will ya?” I asked and made a grabby motion and thanking them for the carton.

Our phones vibrated and (Y/N) leant over on her right side to scan the screen while holding the bong in her hand, “Oh hey it’s Beezleboss, wants to meet us in the front yard.”

Confused, I asked, “Why didn’t he just come in like he always does?”

You shrugged your shoulders and set down the bong gently, bitch, you’re never gently with my stuff.

~~

I dressed up, well...put on a bra because I didn’t want to deal with the sweat stains when I’m inside the house and followed you outside to meet our manager. Sometimes (Y/N) and I speak freely in our home how much we really want to fuck him...oh my goood was he just delicious-looking. He can join our little band anytime if it means we just hop on and-

“Hey boss, how’s it going?” you greeted with a smile and pulled him in a hug.

He smiled, his canines (fuuuck me he can mark me anytime) showed as he returned the hug, “Pretty good, I was just strolling by see how you guys are.” When he released the hug, he pulled back to adjust the striped jacket. He had such an unusual sense of fashion, but he was so fucking adorable. Sometimes I don’t know whether to pinch his cheeks or to whip his sweet thicc butt *I felt my head tilt a little to scan the curves* or to just...take me.

I know (Y/N) is thinking those dirty ass thoughts, they do this little thing by crossing their arms across their chest and and using the fingernail of their pinky to scratch their arm lightly to ground them to reality and not slip into their sexual fantasies. I’m pretty sure they want to see him in a leather outfit, and god do I as well. I’m more of an emotionless, “zoning out” kind of person. I scanned his body and when I watched those gorgeous hazel eyes, only for them to have a direct contact do I smile and go over to hug them. I had no fucking clue what they were talking about but they didn’t say my name. I held him in a side-hug, resting my hand on my hip as I now enter the conversation, “Boss, you looking sexy as ever.” I reported, serious and saluting him  as that was the most important part of the discussion. We both saw the sudden blush and timidness that appeared and I leaned back slightly, made direct eye contact with you and went from an emotionless expression to a wide grin and a thumbs up liek it was indeed the mst blessful day ever. I got away with these comments because it was common, (Y/N), however, that (gurl/boi/madamonsieure)....that’s 50 shades of F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P., my comments were NOTHING compared to what this sex demon had to offer

~Flashback~

Me: Yo, (Y/N), the city of fallen angels has nothing compare to the operas you perform when you commit to the sexto-y-nueve.

You: *chuckles and you lil shit would grab my chin and lightly graze it*  I will fuck you day and night, from pleasure to pain, whether you want to or not *leans closer* and you will start calling me the Lideric because I will not stop until you say my name like a prayer and your bones will be crumpling, you will be so dehydrated that you will need to go to the hospital constantly to get IV bags injected into your bloodstream that when you waste their resources, you depend on my own cum to keep you alive. *smirks*

Me: ... *mouth gaped*...

You: *taps on my chin and leaves me hanging as you do your research*

Me: Holy shit, mark me down as scared and horny.

~~

You smiled so sweetly as you tried to brush me off, “Ignore her, she’s had too much to drink.”

I lazily pointed at you, objecting your claim, “That is not true...I may have had about two cups of Orange Juice, who knows.” I shrug my shoulders lightly. This made beezleboss chuckle and had a fit of giggles before taking a deep breath to calm down, “Alright, alright, guys I’ve been meaning to tell you about this..situation that I’m in and-” now I slowly unglueed myself from the manager made slow, long steps to stand next to you, “...que paso, compadre?”

He was confused, trying to understand why I got so defensive and ready to beat his cute butt off the driveway.

“I hope it isn’t to tell us you won’t be our manager.” You stated bluntly, always more mature than me. Now I was able to see the rings that decorated his fingers, the black fingernails, the green hair that was slicked back, his skin slightly palish as always.

When he laughed, he shooked his heads, “No noo, that is not it nah- uh it has to do with production.”

I tilt my head to the side, “But we just finished producing songs yesterday.” I say in a high-pitch voice to make aware of my confusion.

He nods, “Yes, you have.” He grins, now there was one canine tooth that was visible and I was confused. I wasn’t going to address the lost tooth, but you sighed softly, “Right, I think I know what you mean. Mija, let’s grab our guitars and go to the studio and make a few more songs.” When you walked passed me, you added: “Besides, we have a few songs under our sleeves.” and you glanced down on the silver necklace.

I smile and nodded in affirmation then looked at our boss, “We’ll be right back!” and I ran, following you. When I walked up the stairs to the door, I reached up to the necklace and looked down to see the empty frame. I smiled, then I suddenly panicked. My eyes widen, and my body tensed up. I rushed to you, nearly pinning you against the wall. You were taken off guard, raising the guitars above our heads, “Mija! Watch it, you almost made drop the guitars-”

“Listen to me, and I mean....fucking. listen to me.” My voice was shaking, my hands were trembling and I was on brink in crying, “I...lost the pick.” and I sucked in my lips. Your eyes widen, lowering your arms, “Whatthefuckdoyoumeanyoulostthefuckingpick.” You said faster than you ever said anything in your life.

“I mean...I lost the pick. It was in the frame, and now it’s gone. We have to distract him, we have to distract boss and I have to look for the pick.”

~~~

Meanwhile, Beezleboss, who waited patiently, smirked slowly as he raised his hand to reveal the glowing green pick. The pick transformed into a canine tooth that was possible for him to shape shift into his true form: His eye color changed from the hazel to the golden orbs, his mouth opened slightly to reveal the two pairs of canines into two rows of sharp teeth. He stuck out his tongue for it to be fork-pitched and slithering to get the sensation used to.His suit got dirtier in means that it was aging, horns grew from the temples, making an upward curve. His finger nails grew into claws and he was more pale, like beige white paper. A tail was revealed from under the coat and flicked a few times, it stretched as well, curling a few times before making it rest on the concrete floor.

He lolled his head, making a growling sound emit from his throat as he was relieved to be in his true form, ready to take your souls to the netherworld and make you two suffer from the pain he had to endure with the stupid breathers.

~~~

I paced back and forth, repeating fragments and ideas before you take my shoulder, “We’re gonna find the pick, and we are going to make music after, okay?” You gave me my guitar and I put on the strap, “Y-yeah, yeah, we’re gonna find it.” I repeated, doing the habit of rubbing my fingertips and we headed out the door. However, when we walked outside, we screamed in horror as we jumped in our arms.

“IT’S SHOOOOWTIME!!~” The entity sanged in his gravelly voice, even biting his lip as he heard the screams, blinking only to smirk towards us, his golden eyes filled with rage and mischief.

We separated from each other to fully observe the demon, monster whatever it was that was in front of us, speechless in the moment.

He spread his arms apart as he says in a guttural tone: “I am complete!!”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” (Y/N) and I synced, really progressing what was going on.

“Yes you are Fucked! Shit out of Luck! Now I’m complete and my Cock you will suck!” and he proceeded to open the jacket slightly to thrust his hips forwards to mimic the fucking motion, “This world will be mine, and you’re first in line, You brought me the pick and now you shall both die!”

I was frozen in place, my eyes could not tear off. I must be high, I must be.

But I hear (Y/N)...sing? After all, he did sounded like he was singing too in the way that he spoke.

“Waaaaaiit! Waaaaiiit Waaait you motherfucker!” and I finally looked over at (Y/N) who stepped forward and pointed at him, “We challenge youu to a rock off!”

They brought the guitar in hand, ready to play, only before he pointed at the demon with their basic pick, “Give us one chance to rock your socks off!...”

I swore I saw a little hip jiggle when you sang that part softly.

I know looked at the demon who looked ready to kill us, but was distressed.

“Fuck!” He turned around, his back facing us. Well, at least his ass looked better. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuck.” He growled, turning back around after clenching his hands and even running his hands through his hair, “The demon code prevents me,” and when he turned around, a scroll appeared in his hands. He looked annoyed, if not irritated at the challenge that my roommate came up with, “From declining a rock off challenge. WHat. are your terms, what’s the ca-a-atch~.”

Now it was our time, (Y/N) looked back at me and I was trying to tell you something but nothing came out. I was too scared,

“Four things, two from me and two from her!” You shouted, looking back at him, “...If we win, you must take your sorry aaasssss back to heeeelll. And also you will have to pay our reeent.”

I actually thought that was a good idea, and I nodded slowly in agreement but also respect for thinking outside of the box.

“And what if I win?..” His hand raised to graze his beard and the growls came back, and there was a chill in both our backs.

“...” Now I’m stuck.

“...Then you can take her back to hell...” (Y/N) suggested, shrugging her shoulders in an inquisitive way, to see if it would work. I nodded mindlessly before those words clicked. I quickly snapped my head to you, worried as fuck, “...What?!”

I stepped forward to you.

They looked straight ahead before glancing at me, “Trust me mija, it’s the only whey.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in a panicked tone, only to be grabbed by them. Their arm wrapped around me , the other on my abdominal area as we both looked straight.

“To be your little..” and then I feel someone groping my chest, “bitch.” they finished and I snapped at them.

Partially satisfied, with an eye roll, he announced: “Fine! Let the Rock off Begin!” and he released a maniacal laughter that would have wet my underwear for multiple reasons besides being scared.

And when he raised his hands, the scene changed. We were caught in the middle of an arena of speakers, a drum set appearing, a microphone sitting in the middle. A guitar and a bass on their stands. We watched three clones appear, each taking their places. The real raised his hand and lowered it as he stood behind the microphone. The drummer was perfect in every way playing the drummer, never missing a beat (no times for puns).

“I’m the devil- I love metal!” They all sang in unison, more guttural than with one, only from the real one to stuck out his tongue and wiggle it at us. We jumped at every chance, fidgety and also speechless at the performance.

The guitarist stepped forward, planting his right foot forward only to succesfully catch out attention when said, “Check this riff is fucking Tasty!!” and proceeded to shred out souls he performed.

Lastly, the real boss, he took the microphone, the tail wrapped around the stand as he sang his verse:

“I’m the devil I can do what I want

Whatever I’ve got I’m gonna flaunt!

There’s never been a rock off that I’ve ever lost!”

I glanced at you in a concerned look, already certain that I’m fucked.

When I look back, however, he revealed a wall of sex toys which made me jump.

“I can’t wait to take her back to hell

I’m gonna fill her with my hot demon gel” and he squirted lube on us, making us jump but me cower behind you.

“I’ll make her squeal like my scarlet pimpernel!” and he mimicked once again the fucking motion. .For a moment, (Y/N) stepped forward and shouted, “NOoooo!” It Boss by surprise, the illusion getting rid of. Head turned over their shoulder, they tried to make me jump in, “Come on Mija, bring the thunder!”

I was hopeless, I was already see the future of being a sexdoll, “There’s just no way that we can win, that was a master piece...”

Now they turned around and grabbed my shoulders, “Listen to me.”

“He rocks to hard because he’s not a mortal man!” I raised my hand at him who was currently smoking a cig.

“God damn it! He’s gonna make you his sex slave, gonna gargle mayonnaise-”

“Nooo” I sobbed.

“Unless we bust a massive monster mama-jam!”

I nodded, understanding you, “We’ve been through so much shit...“

“Deactivated lasers with my dick!” He shouted excitedly, and for a mere second attempted to remember a single memory where they did that.

“Now it’s time to bow this fucker dooown!!” we synced and faced the boss.

I brought out the guitar and began to strum only for you to continue “Come now, it’s time to blow doors down!”

I nodded excitedly, bouncing on my toes, “I hear you man it’s time to blow doors down!”

You posed and danced as you sang, “Light up the stage ‘cause its time for a showdown!”

Now I was confident to step forward with the thanks of my friend, “We’ll bend you over then we’ll take you to Brown Town.”

and we both sang, “Now we’ve got to blow this fucker doown!”

I quickly stated the fact if this does not work: “He’s gonna rape me if we don’t blow doors down!”

“Come on, we must drive it down now”

“Yeah Baby!!”

You confidently pointed at him as you smirked, “Hey anti-christ-er, Beezlboss, we know you’re weekness- OUR ROCKET SAUCE!”

ANd the something came over me that suddenly I stopped playing, only to actually be stuck ina thinking process.

The halt confused you and the boss, “What the fuck was that!” you shouted.

I scanned the boss almost ina  critizing way, “I just realized something...”

“HUH?!” you both responded.

“I never got to say what I wanted.” I stated plainly.

You wacked the back of my head and I nearly tripped.

“You were nearly raped and you’ve got the nerve to say that!”

“Wait cabron listen to me!” you shouted back and the you looked at the boss, “Yo, you gnna destroy the world?”

Speechless, Beezlboss remained there, “Uhhh...no?”

I nodded and process that, “Then how about we forget all this and come inside, become our new roommate and date?”

That question alone made them look around for any secrets cameras of some sort.

“What the fuck is happening..”

“Exactly, you know, when you were human and all, (Y/N) wanted you to fuck us and fuck you. You see them scratch their arm right?”

“yeah...”

“Observant! But that’s their way of not falling into a sexual fantasy! I’m a motherfucking open book that will open her legs with a snap of fingers! Rape is off-limits though!”

“And...?”

“Boy,...you will not hear the end of the day if you let me continue talk when I want to date that sexy ass of yours. ANd now that you have horns, now I have something to hold on when I’m riding- let’s go inside. now.” You made your way inside, shocking both outside.

“Now!!!!” you barked and both (Y/N) and boss head inside. I got closer look and I grin, “Oohh, you managed to get even sexier.”

“Wait...you both....really wanted to fuck me?”

“And date you, don’t forget that. We just didn’t want to make it awkward since you were out manager.” you explained, making you blush from the revelation.

“And you still want to date me?” He asked in clarification and you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down in a lustful kiss, taking your hand in mine to pull closer. I introduced tongue and when we pull apart, a string of saliva was attached, “You should wait until (Y/N) opens their mouth. I came three times.” you admitted, “didn’t even touch me.” I smirked, “Now come on, let’s ignore what just happened and just get on with it yeah?” you asked and leaned forward to kiss his neck. You blushed so hard, you felt him place his hand on your waist and nodded to male the move. His expression soften up and you leaned forward to kiss him, already twirling tongues.

One thing for sure, this relationship is the best one ever made.