#(i didnt want to spend so much money in getting him back but COME ON miami rlly???)

[kyunzin]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

✰ characters ✰ 𝐘. 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

✰ summary ✰ don’t say things you don’t mean, unless you do mean them. in that case eren can fulfil all your requests (f!reader)

✰ tags/warnings ✰ nsfw, ex!eren, alcohol use, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, cum eating, squirting. praise kink, overstimulation, pussy licking

✰ kyun’s note ✰ it’s been long overdue, two long fics in a row is tough gang dont do this at home. also sorry for any spelling mistakes i am sleep derived

it was definitely a good idea to go out with the girls

it was probably a bad idea to not send eren home with all the drinks you had earlier clouding your judgment

it was absolutely going to hurt in the morning but that is the last thing that's on your mind right now it will be a problem for later

you and eren had gotten together in high school and stayed together for the duration of high school. the both of you being fairly well known though he was more popular than you were.

the both of you had different passions and wanted to peruse different careers. him wanting to play basketball professionally and you didn’t really want to have a boring 9-5 either so you chose to be an influencer.

you both supported each other and both of you became very successful in what you did. eren signing with a good team and you having nearly up to a million followers. you made sure to go to every one of his games and he would be sure to mention you on his socials and even point to you at games.

the two of you even had a child together who both of your fans adored. you had him early in both of your careers and had enough money to support him growing up, the two of you thought that you would be able to live the rest of your lives as a family.

that was until about 4 years later when eren’s schedule became to hectic and he spent more time practicing and being out of the country for games to even be home with you, there was a gradual build up to that which you thought you could get through but in the end you realised it was too much for you and he accepted that.

in the end the both of you decided to spilt apart as is was just too much on you. both of your fan bases were sad to see their favourite couple break apart but you assured them that it was mutual and the two of you ended on good terms, deep down you still loved him but you let him go knowing it was for the better.

eren always made sure to send money to support both him and you even though you told him that he didnt need to send you money as well. he also did regular calls to check in to see how the both of you were doing, and when he was back in the country he made sure to see you if he could spending time with his son and even you.

you know he loved his son from the way he would always get souvenirs from countries when he was out and even got some jerseys from his sons favourite players even if he did pout complaining because he wasn’t his favourite.

this went on for about a year and it worked really well for the three of you, your sons fifth birthday passed with eren doing his all to be there buying him an expensive gift that your son absolutely loved. eren had lately had been spending more time over due to the season, there not being a lot of games and you decided you wanted to go out since it had been a while.

eren has said he would take care of your son while you went out with your friends saying that you deserved the time to have fun. he took your son over to his house so that you could get ready in peace telling you he would keep him for the weekend so you could relax.

once the both of them had left the house you called both sasha and mikasa telling them the plans and they decided to come over to help you get ready. they arrived soon with their things and the three of you started to get ready.

you had your hair and make up done all that was left was your outfit. you had no idea what to wear as it had been a long time since you had gotten dressed up like this, the girls made their way to you closet and started picking through your stuff looking for something for you to wear.

being pregnant had made big changes to you body which left you feeling less than confident after your giving birth but as the years went by some changes left and some stayed. for one your tits and ass filled out as well as you hips getting wider giving you a near hourglass figure.

you were pretty self conscious about your body but everyone around you encouraged you to embrace your new body as they said it made you look sexy and you believed them, looking at yourself differently you loved your new self.

the girls had picked out a dress you don’t even remember buying. a long-sleeve red dress that stopped just under you ass with red cross slits trailing down the side exposing some skin. you paired it with a classic set of black heels and a red bag to match.

the other two were also ready when you had finished getting dressed so you made sure you had everything you needed and sasha drove you to the club blasting music all the way there.

you got into the flub with no problem all of you being over the required age and the three of you went to get drinks to start your night off, weaving your way through the bustling crowd and over to the bar where you all order your first round of drinks keeping you tab open just in case you want to get more.

you and mikasa take a few more shots sasha only having a few being your designated driver for the night not that she really needed any as she would be asked to have just as much fun either way. after you finished your drinks the three of you moved over into the dancing crowd losing yourselves to the music.

you swung your body to the beat of the music sasha in front and mikasa behind you, your as shaking with every sway of your hips. you could tell that many men wanted to join you but you could see both of the girls pushing the away as they know about your lingering feelings for eren.

the song changes and you recognise it as ‘mad at me by sexxy red’ realising that you know the lyrics and you start singing it along with the others in the room, knowing it lyric for lyric shaking your ass to the beat people around you dancing to the music.

when the next line come on you shout it out like there's no tomorrow “fuck me like you mad at me baby, I need a freak to drive me crazy!” and you sing the rest of the song with the same passion until it finishes and you’re out of breath.

the next song plays and you feel all the energy you had from before now depleted and decide to go pay for your last drink of the night leaving sasha and mikasa on the dance floor.

it didn’t take long for you to reach the bar and pay but on your way back to the girls some one stopped you trying to pull you for a dance. but you quickly pushed them away not in the mood walking to your friends even faster.

you get to the girls in record speed in no time though all the remaining energy you had no completed, the girls notice this and decide it’s time for you all to go home.

you drip mikasa home first knowing she has to go to bed for work in the morning. and then sahsa takes you back to your house with you dozing off on the way back. you didn’t even realise that you had faleen asleep until you felt sasha gently shake you awake.

thanking her for the ride home you wish her a safe journey back walking up to your front door, stumbling on the short walk due to the alcohol still flowing in your system. checking the time to see that it was almost past midnight and you know that your son should have gone to bed ages ago feeling bad that you couldn’t tell him goodnight.

when you walk in it takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the light which you were sure you turned off when you left, squinting only to see a figure sitting on the couch. you take off your heels setting them to the side and look up to see the figure still there.

once your eyes get accustomed to the light you realise that’s it’s eren sitting there who has been sitting there staring up at you since you walked in, and you think maybe you’re just hallucinating from the alcohol in your system but upon further inspection you realise that he’s actually there.

“eren? what are you doing here? where’s my baby?”

for a second he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you up but then he speaks up.

“c’mere here baby”

the space between you brows crease at the pet name but you move towards him nonetheless, coming to stand up in from of him looking down at him.

“I dropped him off at my mums place, don’t worry about him for now”

he gently pulls you down to straddle you making your dress ride up a little bit, leaving the two of you face to face. you don’t instantly question his actions but your face conveys your confusion, but instead of saying anything he just sits there rubbing slowly up and down your thighs spread over him.

“what’s going on, is something wrong?”

but instead of answering your question he laughs and pulls out his phone swiping though as if looking for something.

“how about you tell me what this is about first”

you’re confused at first but then once the video starts playing your eyes widen in shock. it’s a video of you in the club singing to “mad at me” shouting the lyrics to the song.

“wanna explain this to me”

he’s still smiling as he says it and you know there's no way to get out of this. there's no possible excuse he would believe after seeing that, which brings up the question of where he got it from.

“who took this video and how do you have it”

he turns off his phone slipping it back into his joggers the action causing you to shift in too of him, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as to not fall off him.

“it was posted online and someone sent it to me, and don't try change the subject. what’s this about you wanting to fuck. if you wanted some dick all you had to do was say so princess. you know i never say no to you baby”

in truth it had been a while since you were active, though it was mainly because of your lack of time due to taking care of you son as well as working.

part of it had to do with the fact that no dock would be able to compare to eren's. the way he would fuck you was to good for you to ever try it with anyone else.

you had kind of missed this intimate part of your relationship, you knew eren wasn’t the type of guy to sleep around and you are sure if he did you would have found out by now and you didn’t want to seem to desperate by asking him about his life without you as you respected his privacy as he did yours.

“why you silent for pretty, aint got nothing to say or did you really mean what you said. what was it again, you wanted me to fuck you like I was mad at you cause I can do that baby if it’s what you want, do you want that?”

as you contemplate your answer you notice his hands don’t stop but smile drops a serious look falls over his face. he probably knows that your drunk and no os giving you a way out of this.

knowing him if you said no he would step back and act as if it didn’t happen. the thing is that you do want this to happen, maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re just really pent up and horny but you don’t see a reason to decline his offer.

you nod your head to agree but he doesn’t seem satisfied with that hands stopping to grip at your thighs squeezing them lightly.

“no princess, I need words. you say yes we continue. say no and I’ll take you to bed and go back home, answer me properly”

knowing this is your last chance to back out you appreciate his efforts in order to confirm your consent and it just gives you even more reason to say yes, knowing that he’s being respectful even though he couldn’t have done what he wanted knowing you have no way of defending yourself in this state.

“yes eren, I want this. I want you. fuck me please, i need you“

you hardly have time to register what’s happening before he’s lifting you up and making his way to your old shared bedroom. you wrap you legs around his firm torso and cling onto him tighter, even though you know that there no way he will drop you.

“only since you asked me so nicely, I’ll give you what you need don’t worry baby”

the two of you reach the bed room in record speed and eren gently sets you down on the edge of the bed kneeling down in front of you both of his hands still on the side of your thighs looking up at you with a mischievous grin.

his mouth latches onto you barely clothed sex sucking on your clit in a way that has you gasping out in ecstasy. it’s no lie to say that eren knows every inch of your body inside and out. he knows all the things that make you squirm and scream. where to touch and lick as well as h to e spots indie you that make your arch into his touch.

he moves on from sucking on your clit like a mad man thirsting for water and moves down to you dripping whole, sinking his tongue into your tight heat that hadn’t had any attention for a while. not that there weren’t a few visits from your bullet vibrator it just couldn’t make you cum the way you did when eren would fuck you.

“fuck, she really missed me didn’t she ma?”

the way he’s talking to your pussy has you rolling your eyes, but they then roll for a different reason as he adds one finger teasing his way inside of you alongside his hot tongue. “oh fuck, ‘ren don’t stop please” your hand reaches for his head gripping his hair causing it to fall loose as you pull his face further into your cunt.

both his tongue and fingers pistoling into you at a harsh pace so he not surprised when you end up cumming into his mouth as he starts to suck on your clit. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers inside you until you stop cumming and your moans die out, though your legs still tremble slightly due to the force of your orgasm.

“we aint done yet princess, you said you wanted to be fucked right and that’s what you’ll get. flip over”

you may be a bit drunk but that doesn’t stop you from turning over at the speed of light making you a bit lightheaded but you do regret it as you miss when eren pulls of his top and steps out his trousers and boxers, kneeling back behind you slapping his cock against your ass cheeks.

“you ready for me baby?”

he watches as you nod your head eagerly and lines his cock up with your pussy sliding in with predicted ease, filling out all the way to the hilt. both of you let out moans of pleasure “fuck- I missed you” you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy but you’re to full and stretched out to care. it would be an understatement to say that you also missed the fill of his cock. it was more like the longer you were apart the more you craved to feel him.

he was feeling sympathetic knowing that it had been a while since you had fuck him, or anyone for that matter, but when you start to rock back into him letting out small mewls of pleasure he decides not to hold back. “such a desperate whore, you cant wait to fuck yourself on my cock huh?” his words are accompanied by a hard slap to your ass causing your movements to stagger with a loud moan of “f-fuck, you’re taking too long”

he lets you move as you please for a few more moments before growing impatient and gripping your waist slamming his hips into yours. “d-daddy- fuckk!” you cant see it but you can hear the smirk as he says “you like it when daddy fucks you like this don’t you?” as he sends another harsh thrust you way, rocking the bed with the force of his thrust.

he continues with his timely thrust with the occasional slap to your ass, oscillating between that or squeezing it in both hands and playing with the fat. he can feel the way you clam down on him when he does that, knowing your body inside and out plays well in is favour, not so much in yours.

he spares no energy with is thrusts as he knows you like it when he's rough with you, fucking you into the soft sheets wit vigour, deep strokes hitting your cervix every time, the tip brushing against your sweet spot on every quick roll of his hips.

he's not surprised when he begins to hear your familiar slurred pleas of " daddy please. 's too much. slow down" to which he does the opposite and uses one and to steady your waist and the other one to hold your neck keeping your back arced "remember, you asked for this princess," your unable to move, sheets bunched up in your hands, hips held high by him, face pressed into the bed.

"made it loud and clear waat you wanted and now im giving it to you"

the slick sounds of sex circulate the room, your nonsensical moans bouncing off the walls in the room along with his skin slapping against yours as he hammers is cock into your dripping pussy. "since you asked for it m sure you can take it like a good girl cant you? noting you havent done before"

you can feel is cock start to pulse inside you and you know that he's close , and you're on the verge of release, with the way eren's pounding into you you doubt you'll be able to last much longer as well as the fact that its been ages since your last fuck, which was eren.

"next time you want something, just fucking ask"

the last three words of his sentence are each punctuated with a harsh trust, sending you over the edge as you begin to squirt all over is cock and onto the sheets below you. he can feel the way your pussy spasms around is cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, slowing down to ease you through it.

"that's it cum on daddy's cock, its all fucking yours baby, nobody can have me but you"

its only a couple more languid trusts until he's spilling is hot seed inside you with a groan of your name on his lips, hips stuttering as his grip tightens enough in a way you're sure will leave marks in the morning, body doubling over your trembling frame while he locks his hips with yours, emptying is tick load deep into your pussy.

only wen he's sure that there's no more does e finally pull out of your near limp body and gently rolls you over onto your back. peppering kisses down your torso till he settles between your legs were he begins to suck the cum out of you, causing your legs to clam around is head.

"nononono- fuck. i cant, s too much no more."

he's relentless not stopping even as your and tug at his air, pushing is tongue deep into your pussy and licking your mixed juices out of you. "just one more baby, i know you can give it to me" he's not wrong as only a second after he presses his thumb to your clit, you're cumming for the third time that evening shaking in is hold.

after tat e makes sure to clean you out as best as he can, dressing you into comfortable clothes. after cleaning himself he carries you to the guest bedroom and tucks you in deciding to leave until you reach out to him pulling him back.

he ends up wit is arms wrapped around you and your head tucked underneath is, drifting into a deep sleep. you're sure that in the morning the two of you will have a lot of things to talk about.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

#✰𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒✰ #eren x black reader #eren smut #eren aot #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger x reader #aot smut #aot #black y/n #black reader #black women #eren yaeger smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger #eren x you #eren x black fem!reader #aot x black y/n #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x female reader

[aroaceofthesea]

I cant believe messi is going to miami

#they dont even like futbol 😭😭 #im not a diehard football fan but man as a barça fan this breaks my heart #they said messi might come back💔💔 #(i didnt want to spend so much money in getting him back but COME ON miami rlly???) #mine #futbol

[nyx-is-missing]

SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so  i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough.  "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

[lucifersimp333]

MC's Rope

NSFW

18+ ONLY

MINORS DNI AND DO NOT READ

MINORS AND AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

LuciferXmc

Reader has female anatomy

( I fucking love how Lucifer looks in this photo, I had to use it)

Though Lucifer always had a soft spot for you, you managed to piss him off enough to be strung by the ceiling. You allowed Mammon to persuade you in to one of his money making schemes, and of course it didnt go as planned. You caught Lucifer on a bad day, and though he didn't tie your restraints as tight as he does with his brothers, you're still suspended from the ceiling.

About 30 minuets being suspended from the ceiling, he decided to check on you to see how you're holding up to your restraints. You're human, which means you're fragile. He walks in the hallway you're hung in and the smell of your arousal smacks him in the face. He can smell when you're aroused, thanks to his demon powers. "Hey Lucifer!" you say as you're hung by your torso, arms tied behind your back. "Hello, MC" he says. He keeps a calm look on his face, but inside his thoughts are swirling. Do you like being punished? Is this turning you on as much as he feels turned on? " I assume you want to be released now." he says as he steps closer to you, reaching his hand up to a stray piece of rope to let you down, hiding his arousal. " Nah, I don't mind being here." you brush off, giving him a slight smile. His hand stops in his tracks, and he can't help but grow a sinister smirk. He puts his hand back down to his side. " Very well, I'll let you be." he says as he turns away from you and walks down the hall, feeling his pants getting tight. That's just what he did, let you be. He let you hang there for the rest. Hours later Satan finally found you and decided to get you down, mentally cursing Lucifer for letting a human be suspended in the air for hours on end.

Time passes and dinner is finished. As you're at the table cleaning up your plate, Lucifer announces " MC, come to my room in 10. We need to discuss a few things." You eyes widen and you quickly glance at Mammon. " oooooooo, I smell a lecture! ~" Asmo sings. "See what happens when you hang out with Mammon? You get in to all sorts of trouble! Next time you're bored, just come to my room instead, MC~". You give Asmo and Mammon a quick worried glance as you wash your dishes. Great, you're going to spend the rest of your night hearing Lucifer nag about your decisions made with Mammon. You got bored and decided to go to the casino with Mammon, how were you supposed to know he was trying to rig the slot machines?

You knock on Lucifer's door and enter his room after hearing a stern "Come in". You shut the door behind you. " Hey Lucifer, look I'm sor-" you try to say, but Lucifer cuts you off. "Lock it" he demands, standing in the middle of his room with his arms crossed. You obey his order and lock the door behind you, your hands trembling with nervousness. You turn to face him, and he strides towards you. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, "So, you like being tied up, do you?" You're face gets flushed and you avoid his gaze. "I- I guess you could say that..." you say in a nervous voice.

He smirks a sinister grin as he leans in to kiss you. He walks you backwards to the wall while kissing you and pulls out a rope that was tucked away in his coat pocket. He turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. He takes your arms and begins to make Shabari knots starting at your wrist and working them up past your elbows. Your heart pounds and your panties dampen, you can't help but to clench your thighs together in anticipation. He grabs you by the knots on your arms and walks you to his bed.

He bends you over the bed, hand behind your neck as he pins your face into the pillow. With his free hand, he pulls your underwear and panties off. "You dirty whore, you like being tied up, don't you? Just look at how wet you're getting." He slides his hand in between your legs, sticking two fingers inside of you. He curls his fingers into a C shape and pulls up, pressing against your spongey G spot. You let out a muffled pleased cry in the pillow, spreading your legs apart for easier access. "Just what I thought, a fucking whore." he confirms. He begins to finger fuck you with his leather glove dripping of your slick. He lets go of your neck with his left hand and spreads your pussy lips apart, wanting a full view of your wet cunt being fucked by his fingers. "L-Lucifer!" You cry. "Shut the fuck up! Whores aren't allowed to speak!" he barks, slapping you on the ass with his left hand, continuing to finger fuck you with his right. You let out a yelp and shove your face back in the pillow. "You're not supposed to enjoy the punishments you receive. You liked being hung from the ceiling, didn't you? You wanted to be selfish and enjoy it, avoiding an adequate punishment. You can't deceive me, MC." he snarls, shoving his leathered fingers deeper in your pussy.

He pulls his fingers out and gets on his knees behind you. He shoves his demon tongue into your heat, hand on each ass cheek. He groans with satisfaction as he rubs and squeezes your ass, enjoying his view and savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue, making you moan into the bedsheets. The rope around your arms makes it impossible to prop yourself up and completely vulnerable. Once he's had enough of your taste, he stands back up. You can hear the buckle of his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. He grabs you by the rope on your arms and slides his demon cock into your heat. You scream with pleasure and arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air. He pulls you in to his thrusts by the rope on your arms, making you ram against his body hard and loud. The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against his body and your moans in the bedsheet fill the room. "Whores like you always need force in order to correct their actions." Lucifer spits while pulling on the rope tighter, causing your back to arch and your face to peel off the bed. " Will you be a good whore for now on?" he asks through his teeth. "y-yes!! Yes Lucifer!" you cry through your moans. "LIES! Say it like you mean it!" He shouts, thrusting harder into you. You can feel his dick sink deeper into your torso, almost as if it's tickling the bottom of your lungs. " I'll be a g-good whore, Lucifer-er!" you howl, creaming all over his dick. You shake with pleasure and grow weak after your orgasm, pussy throbbing. Lucifer pulls out of you and makes you stand by pulling you up by your rope. He turns you around, holding you upright with his arms. " I hope you have learned your lesson not to cause me headache any longer. However, I am always willing to give you a reminder not to misbehave whenever it is needed."

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date smut #obeymelucifer #obey me lucifer smut #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic

[rubra-wav]

SFW Vox x Reader head anon request where the reader was his nibling on Earth but he died when they were very little. They ended up very lost and numb due to the death and found the only time they felt anything was in a fight so they became a bouncer, which is actually what led to them dying at 28. Reader doesn't realize who Voc is until they hear him speak.

Vox x Former relative reader headcanons

A/N This is a very hyperspecific request, so I hope you understand I've made it a little more general. 🙏

General plotline and idea is kept tho - bit vaguer, however.

Reader was his favourite relative btw, if this man saw just some random family member come up to him I think he'd just swat them away faster than light ngl.

Cw: Sfw, platonic obv 💀, gn reader

- When you showed up before Vox, he didn't recognise you at all either. He'd died when you were young, and when demons die they don't exactly come back looking 'normal'.

- So when you show up before him after seeking him to speak for several weeks - sending letters to meet him in person like your life depended upon it, claiming you had something very important to discuss with him, he doesn't recognise the sinner who clearly died while enthralled in extreme violence before him.

- When the people who escort you into the room leave, leaving you two alone at his request, Vox's first instinct is to interrogate you.

- He immediately assumed you had some sort of blackmail on him and were trying to play games to extort money from him or something.

- But, when you're lunging forward at him to wrap your arms around him while calling him an extremely specific nickname he hadn't heard in decades, he's at a complete loss in disbelief.

- When his initial shock wears off and he realises who you were to him, he doesn't know how to react properly and sends you away, saying he needed a bit to think and he'll contact you again.

- The conflict between his past self that he was when he knew you, as compared to the self he is now, has him absolutely reeling.

- It wasn't exactly foreign for him to come across people who knew him from his shows when alive, but not somebody who had actually known him as a family member - much less one who still thought highly of him after everything he'd done to end up there.

- When he finally calms the hell down, he tells you not to tell anybody you two are related for your own safety (and his own image), and that he will help provide whatever you need.

- He'd be distant as all hell from you, but would still want you to be safe. Both of these are due to him having a particular soft spot for you even now.

- Would probably consciously make an effort to try be an asshole to make you not want to see him- then feel kinda bad when you still want to see him and obviously still very much love him. 💀

- Even if you want to spend time around him really bad, he'd probably not give in most times.

- if he does spend time with you though down the line, he's just screaming inside the whole time because he actually gives a fuck in the same way he did back in his life and that's terrifying to him after living in hell. You don't get to his standing with caring about many people.

- Would be super paranoid during the whole thing as well about someone somehow finding out (especially the Vees because he'd never hear the end of it and if Val ever tried to flirt with you he'd probably go apeshit despite his on and off thing with him. )

- If anyone ever saw you were a soft spot to him, that would instantly make you a target. And, because it bruises his ego to know he still gives this much of a fuck about a relative who he hadn't seen in decades.

Writing this made me realise just how funny Vox would be as one of those bitter adoptive father figures who didnt sign up for this shit but just very begrudgingly love their 'child' and fucking hate themselves over it. 💀

#hazbin hotel #vox #vox headcanons #vox x reader #probably ooc but this situation would be gold with him #hes just on his random bs and then this former family member shows up and he unintentionally becomes a father figure to them #and is just conflicted horrified and embarrassed that he actually gaf about someone in this really platonic wholesome way #i just imagine him holding readers hand with the SHITTIEST look on his face like 'what the fuck am I doing with myself' 💀

[lanasblogasf]

Hi! hcs about Darry falling for and dating a Soc? How do you think he would feel about them helping out financially, being around the gang, just spoiling darry and his brothers, ect.?

sure! Thanks for the request! i haven’t written in a hot min oops (this isn’t my best work but go easy on me)

(s/n = sibling name)

Darry dating a soc 💗

so going back in time to when y’all first met

you guys met through ponyboy- well kinda

pony had to do a partner science project for school and got paired up, by his teacher, with your younger sibling

(and despite being socs, you and your younger sibling were raised to, well, to not be assholes)

so they got along pretty well so pony invited them over the Curtis house to work on the project

anyways it got late and ur sibling called for you to pick em’ up

and when Darry opened the door to you and your cute skirt and perfectly curled hair

he was absolutely captivated the second he layed eyes on you

to say the least

y’all exchanged numbers and what not and about a month or so later you started dating <3

Okay next

yes yes yes you love spoiling him and his brothers

but honestly darry isn’t a huge fan of you spending your money on him or his family

he’s very grateful don’t get me wrong and the boys love it but

he wants to be able to provide for his brothers on his own with his hard work and feels bad when you spend your money on them

but you like giving gifts to them it make you happy when the boys get all excited and it isn’t a waste to you to spend your money on the man you love

he also doesn’t want you to see him as someone who isn’t able to keep his family afloat financially (even though you know he’s very hardworking and you admire him for it)

but still sometimes you buy things for the curtis home when he mentions he needs to go to the store (you don’t tell him this ofc)

- “sweetheart? did you buy more napkins? i swear we were just out of them the other day..”

- “pffftt noo..you probably bought them and it slipped your mind is all 😊”

- “uh huh 🤨”

He buys you flowers and pays for your dates despite your constant insisting that you pay this time

the gang was definitely skeptical about you at first

socs didn’t exactly have a track record for being saints

but your sweet personality didnt take long to win them over

their always asking you to introduce them to your single girlfriends

any of the gang members hear someone talking bad about ya? whether it’s a soc or greaser, it don’t matter. their instantly coming to your defense

they really like you and are all glad darry found someone as good as you

definitely no bad mouthing socs under darry’s roof (well unless there was a rumble or som like that yk)

he gets pissed when you tell him some greasers have been naggin on you and won’t leave ya alone

he’ll gladly have a talk with them and straighten things out if you catch my drift

especially if you get physically hurt or come to his door crying?

he’s comforting you as much as he can

but makes sure to let the gang know that if they just happen to see these greasers, to give ‘em a piece of darry’s mind for him 😁

isnt really a fan of your soc friends

i mean he tried at first but your friends weren’t very open and didn’t love the idea of you dating ‘some goddamn grease’ so he eventually gave up

see now you may be oh so loving and warm

but your friends on the other hand aren’t exactly the same way

maybe one or two but the majority are your typical stuck-up, kinda douchy, socs

so darry (and the gang too) wasnt very fond of them but that’s alright you kinda expected that to happen considering the way your friends are vs how the gang it

they just live two very different life styles and are bound to butt heads no matter what

when you stay over at his house he has a little space in his closet for your things and likes to help you pick out outfits to wear

never ever let’s you walk around alone in greaser territory, he knows how some of them can be and he’s too protective of you to let you get put in any sort of danger

he spends a lot of time just admiring you

whether your putting on makeup or studying for college in his kitchen

he’s just so interested in your life

also kinda (though he will never talk about it out loud) sometimes likes to imagine, through you/when watching you just live your soc life, what his life could have been like if he stuck with college

but he’d never say that because he loves his brothers more than anything and is glad he chose to take care of them

just sometimes he thinks about how different things would be if he didn’t yk

putting on red lipstick just to kiss him on the cheek and leave an imprint of your lips on him <333

in conclusion dar loves you so very much and is proud to call you his girl !!

#darrel curtis #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders x reader #my writing #darry curtis headcanons #greasers #soc #greaser x soc #the outsiders

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Okay, second post, this ones mostly about Feyre because honestly, as of chapter 3 I havent really noticed Tamlin being out of character and from what Ive heard his character assassination was supposed to happen very quickly. Idk, right now he just seems like the same guy but traumatized although I'll fully admit that I didnt care that much for him outside of the Feylin romance (which was pretty sweet but too boring for me) so maybe I just didnt pay enough attention to him to fully grasp his character

Feyre is frustrating to me right now because I dont think shes out of character either, right now shes also just the same woman but traumatized, but like, I already know the extent to which her character will be bent for the sake of Rhysand. In these first three chapters she literally thinks something along the lines of "What's there for me to do but sit at home and spend Tamlin's money" Tell me, what does she end up doing in the night court huh????

Another thing thats frustrating is that Feyre clearly has issues communicating her feelings and wants, I know because I also had issues with that, and instead of learning that very valuable skill of telling others about your inner world and trying to work on her relationships (with both Tamlin and with her sisters), shes just gonna end up with a guy who can read her mind so theres no need for her to challenge herself and grow in any way. Yay. One thing especially stuck out to me in this regard was her attituide towards wearing dresses. Feyre does not like wearing dresses, its not like she never got to wear them back at home even though she wanted to, she just doesnt like wearing them in her day-to-day life, but she feels like she has to because she thinks its what Tamlin wants and because she thinks that if she wears pants its gonna somehow signal to the citizens of the spring court that something is incredibly wrong. But again, she doesnt tell anyone this, she doesnt ask Tamlin if he can just explain to everyone that everything is fine and that Feyre just has an unconventional way of dressing, which he would probably be fine with if its still the same guy from the first book. And it doesnt even seem like Tamlin directly made any kind of comment to her about the dresses she wears, she just saw that he was happy when he saw her wear them, which couldve well been him being happy to see her in general but she doesnt even consider that

Theres also the fact that its very unclear what she wants/what her problem is. Now, this actually isnt something that bothers me that much on its own, Feyre is traumatized and lost, obviously she doesnt know exactly what she wants at this point beyond "the situation Im in sucks and makes me feels bad, I want to get out", I think what bothers me is mostly the knowledge that Tamlin is gonna get blamed for a lot of this stuff when its really not his fault.

And I do want to make it clear that I dont think hes doing a great job handling this situation, I know a lot of people in the acotar critical sphere find his actions understandable and justifiable from his perspective and thats true, but hes still doing a bad job handling Feyre's emotional state. Like, one of your beloved's main issues is that she feels horrible because she feels trapped at home, for the love of god just let her go outside on her own. Maybe send her to village thats far inland or close to the border to the mortal realm, surely those monsters are not gonna manage to come that far if youre all going on patrols to kill them as soon as possible. And even if they do, the people of any village are gonna bend over backwards in order to protect their capital c Cursebreaker, shes gonna be fine

But, to get back to my original point, even if Tamlin was a daemati or whatever like Rhys and could read her mind the way she needs it to be read, he would still not be able to figure out what exactly Feyre needs right now because she doesnt know it herself! I literally read all of her thoughts and I dont know! Does she want to help others and be responsible for a whole bunch of people because its what shes always known to do? Does she want to avoid resonsibility for now because she wants to recover from her traumatic childhood of having the responsibility of keeping her family alive on top of all the new UTM-trauma? Its hard to say and that makes sense for Feyre at this point in her life, but she cant just blame people for not understanding her when she doesnt properly understand herself and refuses tl verbalize her feelings

Anyway, thats it for today, hope you enjoyed this

#anti acomaf #anti sjm #anti feysand #feyre critical #tamlin critical #flames and darkness liveblog

[2braincellslz]

Hey!

Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.

Father Dearest

Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas

Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.

(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.

(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.

Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.

Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.

Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.

(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.

"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.

"God, I wish."

"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"

Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.

Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.

"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.

"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"

(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.

"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.

"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."

Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"

(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.

"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.

"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."

"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.

"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."

"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.

"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.

"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.

Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'

"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."

(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.

The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.

Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.

"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"

"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.

A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.

Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.

The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.

"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.

Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"

"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.

"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.

"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."

"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.

"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.

"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"

(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.

(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.

Arthur stared on about something or a another.

(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.

The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.

"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.

"No. I dont think you do."

"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."

"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.

"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."

"Nope, just got fired."

"Yet you dont have a death wish."

"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things

or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."

"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.

"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."

"And Thomas?"

"Thomas is a little better."

"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.

"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.

Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.

(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.

"What the fuck."

#thomas shelby #thomas #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x son!reader #son reader #Male reader #peaky blinders x male reader #secret son #reqest #request #the Garrison

[we-are-inevitable]

btw in the restaurant au. if you even care. jack goes to culinary school because growing up, his dad always made incredible food, and he started puttering around the kitchen with him when he was like 5 years old. he always wanted to try better recipes and newer things, and his dad- though they didnt have much money- would always save up for good ingredients so jack could cook whatever his little heart desired. cooking was their time; i imagine his dad was a line cook or something, not at a fancy restaurant or anything but at a little diner, and cooking was Their thing. jack would spend all day with his mom, and as soon as his dad came home- no matter how tired he was of cooking, no matter how much he wanted to just go lay down- they would go to the kitchen and he would supervise jack as jack made dinner for everyone.

when jack’s mom gets sick, he’s 10 years old, and his dad has to cut back his time at the diner to take care of her, since jack is in school and can’t be there. this means they bring in less money, so they can’t really afford to pay for the fresh ingredients now; most of their meals at home are dollar store staples. hanburger helper, microwavable TV dinners, sandwiches- they genuinely don’t have the money to spend on fresh produce anymore, and even buying ground beef and chicken breasts is splurging that they can’t often afford.

they live on a shoestring budget until jack can get his first job at age 14. his mom beats cancer the first time, but they’re drowning in medical debt, so jack finds a job that will actually hire him despite not being 15 yet, and his first real job is working as a dishwasher at a restaurant down the street. he works nearly every day, and all of his money is given to his father, despite his father insisting that he doesn’t need a job, he shouldn’t have a job, he’s just a kid and his money should be going toward kid stuff and not paying his parent’s medical bills.

but jack refuses, so they keep it up. i think the only non-mom-related expenses jack has are food related,, sometimes he’ll stop in the little grocery store he would go to with his dad when they were younger and buy fresh vegetables and a little two pound roll of hamburger meat, just so they can at least have one meal that isn’t ready from a box. jack continues this until he’s fifteen, and by the time he turns 15, his mother’s cancer is back, even after only been beaten for a year, and it’s a lot worse.

jack drops out at 15, after having long conversations with his father, and though it breaks his father’s heart to see jack doing this, it’s unfortunately what needs to be done. jack drops out and gets another job on top of the dishwashing, and he ends up as a line cook at a fast food place. they’re able to pay the bills on jack’s paychecks, and get groceries with the little that jack’s dad makes from the days he’s able to work.

jack’s mom passes when he’s 16, leaving jack and his dad to cover both funeral and medical expenses. they’re drowning after that, both grieving in their own ways. jack’s father can barely get out of bed for weeks, but jack is back at work the day after his mother’s funeral because he knows they can’t risk falling behind on bills.

jack’s dad loved his mom so much. they were such a happy family before she got sick, which wasn’t her fault, none of this was ever her fault, but after she passes he’s completely out of commission. he can’t keep a job, he barely talks anymore, he drinks and drinks until jack can’t recognize him. it’s terrifying to watch, but jack gives him his time- he knows that eventually, his father is going to get back on his feet, and he’s going to be okay, and he’s going to go back to work and they’re going to get to relax and things will be fine again.

jack’s dad dies a few days after jack’s 18th birthday. they didn’t see it coming. the paramedics say it was a heart attack. jack likes to think of it as his mom needing his dad. it’s easier to stomach that way.

but that’s fine. everything is fine. jack, freshly 18, plans his second funeral and again, he’s back at work the day after putting his dad in the ground. he sells most of the furniture to have some extra cash. he finds a cheaper apartment in the bad part of town because he can’t afford a two bedroom when he’s just one kid. he has a bed, he has photos of his parents, and he has a kitchen. that’s all he needs.

the next few years pass with jack climbing the ranks in whatever restaurants he can get his hands on. he’s finally in a place where he can save for school, culinary school, and he has more restaurant experience under his belt by the time he’s 21 than most of his older coworkers do. he busts his ass and works so hard to put himself through school, and when he finally gets his certificate after everything, he can rest. he starts applying to different high end restaurants, and he works as a cook in a nice steakhouse for a while, but he doesn’t like his coworkers and knows he deserves more than being miserable.

when he hears about a new restaurant opening in the area, some “high end” burger joint called Pulitzer’s, he throws his hat in the ring with an application and is hired on as the lead chef at the age of 25.

he’s 26 when a new server named David Jacobs is hired, and things start looking up.

#this is why jack is so fiercely defensive of his cooking #and why david getting pissed at him makes him so angry #jack also is able to get his GED before going to culinary school and he just wishes he could tell his dad he finally finished high school #this is so much longer than i meant it to be but fuckkk bro jack loves his dad so much #jack kelly #newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #livesies #newsies musical #jac txt. #jac’s headcanons #restaurant au #javid

[kiwiwritescrap]

more scarian incorrect quotes because these two live in my head rent free

Scar: Grian is playing hard to get.  Scar: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Grian: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?  Scar: Lilacs, why?  Grian: Scar: Were you going to get me flowers?  Grian: Scar: Grian: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Scar: *angrily presses Grian against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!  Grian: ...  Grian: Are we about to kiss- 

Grian: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...  Scar: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey. 

Grian: I love you.  Scar, not paying attention: What was that?  Grian: I said I’m selling you to the zOo- 

Scar: This date is boring!  Grian: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.  Scar: Then why did you invite me?  Grian: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "Screw you Grian, I'll do whatever I want!

Scar: You have to apologize to them Grian.  Grian: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Scar: We both look very handsome tonight.  Grian: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."  Scar: I couldn't take that chance. 

Grian: How much did you spend on this date?  Scar: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.

Bonus ft. Mumbo & Pearl:

Grian: Scar annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.  Mumbo: There is nothing special about tomorrow.  Grian: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

Pearl: So, what is Scar to you?  Grian: The reason I wake up every morning.  Pearl: ...That’s adorable.  Scar earlier that morning, barging into Grian′s room, smacking pans together:WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

#incorrect hermitship quotes #hermitshipping #scarian #kiwisayscrap

[24hlevi]

Ahhh that ballerina headcanons with bachira made my heart flutter >.< i do ballet myself and i’ve been feeling down about my performances as i feel like i’m not enough :( may i request for comfort scenario or HCs with Bachira? thank youuu <333

ah im so glad you enjoyed the ballerina hcs i didnt really know much about the dance genre so it was fun to learn about and such :)

thank you for requesting this!

— 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) X Gn!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Comforting hcs + a scenario w/ bachira

if bachira were to ever find you upset in even the slightest, he is immediately by your side to try and cheer you up in every way possible

literally, he would try everything in existence just so you would feel better, even if it made him look stupid because the only thing he wants is for you to always be happy, and he will do anything to keep it that way

he would first buy you food, whatever it is you like that comes from a convenience store and isn't an actual meal and he's got it covered, he doesn't mind spending his money on you, plus he always gets big enough portions of food that you both can eat it

then he would try putting on a movie or tv show that he knows you really like, he somehow remembers which episodes are your favorites so he always puts those on to surprise you, a different show each time

if watching something doesn't help, then bachira would suggest you two just eat and go out somewhere afterward that might make you cheer up somehow

he is a very good listener so if all you want is to talk then he is completely okay with it, he has no problem with it

he will only do whatever you say you're okay with, which he always does, but especially when you're upset in some sort of way

and if nothing else worked he would just lie down with you and just cuddle until you feel better or fall asleep, whichever comes first it doesn't matter much to him

he would constantly be repeating how much he loves you and that nothing will change how he views you even if you were to do something so drastic people would usually hate someone for it because he just loves you so much

he would totally give you his clothes to wear while you're upset, especially his jackets and hoodies, he claims they look better on you than him

the moment bachira found out you were upset about something just by a simple text, he quickly abandoned his practice and rushed over to your house, well, not before getting something to eat for the two of you first, he always had to get food when he went over to your place. he knocked on the front door and immediately smiled brightly when you opened the door, "y/n!" but soon after seeing your expression, the smile dropped from his face, "oh, you're more upset than i thought, then," he mumbled under his breath. "i got food, though!" he said, holding up the two grocery bags he had in his hands that he got from the convenience store down the street from your place.

"thanks," you replied, taking the bags from his hands and opening the door wider, and starting to walk back to your room with bachira quickly following after you, closing the front door behind him. once making it to your bedroom, you sat back down on your bed and took the contents out of the bags and placing the food and drinks beside you but with enough space for bachira to sit down too.

"so," bachira started as he sat down next to you, "do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked, situating who had what food and drink before looking at you.

all you did was shrug in response, not feeling in the mood for watching something. bachira nodded silently, opening his drink and taking a sip from it, and then speaking, "is there anything you want to do, then?"

"i don't know," you answered, "can we just eat for now?"

"yeah, that's totally cool with me," bachira nodded again, starting to eat. after a few minutes of eating quietly, bachira spoke again, "so, do you wanna talk about it?"

"it's nothing really, just school stuff," you responded to him, looking up for a second to see him before back down at your food. "i did really bad on the test for math and it dropped my grade a lot."

bachira looked at you confused for a second, and then his face lit up as he pointed at you, "oh! you mean the one we did last week? you wanna know what i got on it? a 58," he laughed.

a short laugh came from you as well upon hearing his grade results, and you looked at him again, "well i didn't do that bad, at least," you said. "i don't know how you get grades like that."

"well, i don't really study now that i think about it," he said, putting his fingers on his chin as if he were thinking hard about something, "but you know, not everyone is great at every single subject! we all have our different strengths in which we are better in, like english over science or something. one bad grade isn't going to be like, the end of the world! it's just one out of like, i don't know like 50 different assignments and tests! so i think it'll all be perfectly fine!" he grinned at the end.

looking at him long for a few seconds, you then nodded, "yeah, i guess you're right."

bachira's already wide grin somehow grew even wider and he reached over the food and hugged you, "yay! does that mean you're happy again?!"

"yes, i'm happy again," you chuckled, hugging him back.

"good! because i love you! and it hurts me to see you upset in any way, so i'm glad you're happy again!" bachira told you, then proceeding to kiss your cheek.

"i love you too, meguru."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #blue lock hc #blue lock headcanons #bllk hc #bllk headcanons #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #bachira scenarios #bachira hcs #bachira headcanons #request

[sawyerslvt]

Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 6)

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode Completed series :)  Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 1,150 Warnings: None

You’ve been spending the past four weeks at this dingy motel. There is all sorts of shady activity happening but it's really cheap. Leona dropped you off here and ever since, you've stayed here. You managed to negotiate a week of free stay since you didn't have any money. During that week you managed to find a job in the nearest town as a server in this cozy diner. You didn't make much but it was enough to get by. The first three weeks went by fine. You were too busy worrying about your living situation and you didn't have time to think about much else. 

Now that you have more time to think, you find yourself thinking back to that night. What made him shift so fast? You couldn't make sense of this cold killer but maybe that's what it was. It was psychotic behavior, not meant to be looked deeper into. But he didnt feel like a psychopath. You were there. He was sweet, caring and passionate. Unless he was faking it all, he would be one hell of a good liar. You would think of explanations to his behavior but would always come to the same conclusion. He told you to leave as if he hated himself for saying it, like he didn't want to. He told you to leave because he wanted to protect you… from himself. You blush thinking about it, to think that he fell for you as hard as you fell for him provided you comfort. In that case, you wouldn't feel as crazy as you did for thinking he was capable of love… he was no monster, he just needed the right person, and you betrayed him by not accepting him for who he is. Love is work, working to love each other, through thick and thin. Through flaws and hardship. 

This was no life to live but, but more importantly… you missed him like crazy. And the longer you were away from him, the thoughts penetrated through more and more regularly. You think about him holding you, his smirks, his body, his wonderful laugh, and his kisses that made you melt into his big arms. All you wanted was to feel him one last time, one more time was all you needed to remind yourself of what ‘good’ felt again. For every day that passed you craved him more, you were desperate for his touch. You needed him but his words echoed in your head. ‘If I see you again. I will kill you’, that's what he told you, and he said it like he truly meant it, but if your theory is correct… he couldn't kill you. 

You took all your money, quit your job and left the life you had built for yourself. If you really needed to, you could do it again. You go back to the road where Leona had dropped you off and wait for a car that was willing to give you a lift back to your Johnny.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You stand in front of the property. You feel frozen. It's only been four weeks but it feels like you've lived a thousand lives being away from him. You look to your right, the sunflowers no longer look sad. They’re shining bright in the hot Texan sunlight, they’re beautiful and look as happy as ever. You walk through the wonderful garden and get to the front door. You stand in front of the door, reluctant to knock. You didn't know who else lived here. You assumed it could've been the old man that Johnny argued with one night.

You stand in front of the door for a while, your mind racing, your heart beating like it wanted to kill you. You prepare yourself for the old man opening the door, or maybe you should prepare yourself to see Johnny and throw yourself into his arms. You try to pull yourself together and knock on the door, three timid knocks. When no one answered, you knocked again, a bit harder. *Knock* *Knock*...you get interrupted before you land your knuckles trying to finish your last knock. 

A petite blonde woman opened the door. She looks to be your age, maybe a bit older and she’s beautiful. She has youthful mannerism. “Hiya there sugar! How may I help you?”. Her voice was cheerful. “... I… I was looking for Johnny.” you speak nervously, realizing you don't know his last name. A small wave of jealousy hits you as you realize this could be his girlfriend. “Oh, Johnny? He’s not home at the moment. Why? Is he in trouble?”. She is playful in her voice, she knows you’re no authority by the shakiness in your voice. “Do you think I could wait for him in his shack?” you ask cautiously, not being able to predict what her reaction could be. 

Her eyes widen as if she just saw a ghost and you see her get fidgety, more than before, that is. "Oh… oh! Why… yes of course love! Follow me, I'll bring you right to it”. Gently but eagerly, she brushes past you and looks behind to make sure you're following her. You follow suit and silently question her suspicious behavior. 

You approach the shack and you look to the floor where he threw you last time, you rub your arm remembering how much it hurt. She opens the door and gestures for you to walk in. “He should be home by tonight, sugar. It was nice meeting you” she gives you a warm smile and closes the door behind her before rushing away. ‘It was nice meeting you’. You furrowed your brows thinking about it. She said it as if she was expecting you. She was a little odd ball, but a likable one. 

You take a look around his shack and you’re disappointed to see that he has dirtied it back up. It somehow looks worse than before, with broken plates and literal dirt covering the place. The amount of beer bottles and other alcohol covering the floor surprised you, how had he managed to drink all that in only four weeks? You take notice of a knife to your right on a shelf. His words echo in your head once again. ‘If I see you again. I will kill you’... you didn't believe it but better safe than sorry. You grab the knife and take a seat on the couch. You examine the knife, placing your finger on the tip, checking how sharp it was, it was really sharp. You continue watching it as you wonder what it's been through. Was it responsible for killing someone? If it's Johnny's knife… then yes. You place the knife to your right, tucking it under your thigh slightly without cutting yourself. You didn't want him cathing you with it. 

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[panjakes]

FL CHP.6 PJS

parings: Tiger Hybird!Jay x Fox Hybrid fem black reader

Genre: Fluff; Crack; enemies to lovers au; slow burn

Chwarnings: Cursing

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"can we talk?" Jay asks making Yn frown

"About?" She asks

"earlier...privatly?" He aska again looking at Maddie

Before yn could respond Maddie was already walking back into her parents shop

"What's too talk about? I voiced my concerns and got cussed out" Yn says folding her arms

"Well your concerns shouldnt be about me. Mind your business when it comes to me" Jay snaps making yn nod

"Your right, They shouldnt concern me when your running away from your home and coming to sleep on my couch but whatever. I'll be seeing you" She says turning around to go back into the shop but jay stops her

"I'm sorry. I dont mean to snap im just not use to people being curious or even worried about me" he says making yn roll her eyes

"If you didnt know The goverment gives money monthly to those who adopt hybrids. I was adopted and Im basiclly my parents cash cow" Jay admits

"What about your sister?" Yn ask

"Cindy is actually their kid. We arent biological siblings" Jay says, ears dropping in sadness

"I'm sorry to hear that" Yn says making jay nod

"Your not, but yes. Thats why I snapped on you earlier. I don’t like really like talking about my family." Jay says

Yn sighs before walking down the steps to give jay a hug which shocked honestly the both of them. Jay's arms stayed by his side very awkwardly not knowing if he should hug back or not

"I am sorry to hear that, everyone deserves a loving family" Yn says making jay nod. The girl pulls back from the hug nodding

"I'll meet you in the library tomorrow after school. Dont be late" Yn says turning away to go inside. Jay stood in front of the shop in utter shock.

He knew he and yn couldnt stand each other but that little heart to heart felt genuine. Not only did it feel genuine he now felt weird, and he looked at yn a little diffrently.

"Did you just hug jay?" Maddie asks

"He needed one" Yn says

"Did he?" Maddie asks sounding bitter

"Yes...He did, whats your problem?" She asks

"Oh nothing...it's just you were complaining about how you hated him and now your hugging him?" She asks with a frown

"Mads...are you okay? Your the one who told me to forgive him" Yn says tilting her head and ears in confusion

"I did but this is getting weird" She says scoffing

"Weird? Madelyn whats really the issue here?" Yn asks

"Theres no issue. I'll see you at school tomorrow" The Koala says brushing past yn

Yn stood in the middle of the flower shop genuine concered and confused

"Yn- where's maddie?" Her mom says

"I uh- she left" Yn says

"Oh I thought you were gonna spend the night over there" Her mom says spraying a couple of flowers with water from a spray bottle

"Yeah...Me too" Yn mumbles before walking to the back

"So, where'd you go?" Cindy asks looking up from her plate of food

"To a friends house" jay says not even touching

"cut the shit Jay You have no freinds" she says rolling her eyes

“Why do you care so much?” Jay asks

“Because your my brother and I care about you” she says making him rolls his eyes

“I’m not your brother cindey and you couldn’t give less than a shit about me” jay mumbles pushing the plate of food to the middle of the table

“Where’s this coming from?” She asks with a pout

Jay says nothing as he gets up from the table and goes to his room. Cindy quickly follows behind wanting to know what’s with his attitude

“Seriously what’s your problem?” She asks

“My problem is I’m sick of this. I’m sick of acting like I belong here when I know for a fact that I don’t!” Jay says

“B-but you do. You do belong here” Cindy says

“Stop it Cindy. I don’t. You don’t even belong here. They don’t care about us!” Jay says

“That’s not true! They love us” she says

“They love you! Your their kid! They’re literally never here! They’re not even here now!!” Jay says

“S-so what’re going to do?” She asks

“I don’t know, but I won’t stay here. I can’t” jay says stuffing clothes into a separate bag from his school bag

“Where are you going to go? Back to that fox girls house?” She asks making jay pause

“How’d you know I was at Yn’s house?” He asks

“I seen you two walking together” she says

“No. I’m not going to her house” jay says walking pass her

“Your just gonna leave me here?! Alone!?” Cindy asks

“As if you aren’t use to being alone” jay mumbles before leaving the cat girl shocked with her jaw on the floor

The next day…at school Yn couldn’t help but notice that jay couldn’t focus.

“Mr.Park! Can you please focus?!” The teacher says shaking jay from his thoughts

“Uh yeah, sorry” jay says

“Doesn’t matter, the bells about to ring start packing up” the teacher says making the class pack up their things

Yn stares at jay noticing hie out of it he was. She doesn’t say anything. She just packs her things and makes her way to the library where she said she’d meet him at.

5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t there so decided she’d start on her homework from history.

Another 5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t in the library. Yn sighs and decided she’d give Jay until she runs to the vending machine to get to the library.

Coming back from from the vending machine he still wasn’t there. She sighs and starts packing her things but stops when she hears the door open and it walks jay on his phone

“Your 15 minutes later” Yn says sighing

“Yeah I know” he says waving her off taking a seat across from her

“Okay…what do you wanna do first?” She asks

“Uhh English ” he says pulling out his history book

“Uh jay?” Yn says

“What Yn?”

“That’s your history book” she says making him look away from his phone.

“Oh shit, sorry” he says pulling out the right book

“Maybe you should put your phone down, we have a test on the canterbury tales and you don’t seem focus” Yn says

“Your right, I’m sorry let’s do this” jay says putting his phone down

Soon they were studying but it didn’t last long because 6 minutes in, jay was looking back down at his phone

“So who is lady macbeth and what is her role in the story?” Yn asks

“She’s the maid…or some shit” jay mumbles making Yn sigh

“Yeah…the maid. So who’s banquo” Yn asks

“He’s the…” jay trials off

Yn sighs rolling her eyes. Jay wasnt focus at all.

“I-I’ll be back” jay says throwing his phone on the table and rushing out the library. Yn groans grabbing at her fro. She was growing frustrated with jay. Taking the pink scrunchie off her wrist putting her fro into a puff ball

After two minutes jay still wasn’t back but his phone was ringing nonstop. Usually she wouldn’t even look at anyone’s phone but hers but the device had him distracted and she wanted to know why.

Was it his sister? His friends? Wait he didn’t have any friends. Was it his parents? Was it a girl? Why’d she care?

She peaks over at the screen and it seem to be an on going conversation or maybe even an argument with his parents. She didn’t see all the messages but she definitely seen the words ‘brat’ and ‘ungrateful’

She makes an O shape with her mouth. He really didn’t have a good relationship with his parents. She felt bad. He still wasn’t back so she decided to go see if he was okay

She peeks out the door to see jay leaning against a wall with his face in his hands

“Jay? You okay?” Yn asks going over to him

He doesn’t say anything but he made a noise which sounded like a sob?

“Jay? What’s wrong?” Yn asks grabbing at his wrist only for him to push her back

“Got damn leave me the fuck alone yn!” He says scaring her. Her red and black ears drop down in sadness and confusion

“I-I seen your phone, I just want to know if your okay?” She says making jay groan and wipe his face

“Your such a nosey bitch! Just leave me the hell alone” jay says shocking Yn.

He takes a look at her shock face and immediately regrets everything

“Yn- I didn’t mean it im sorry” he says reaching out for her. She shakes her head slapping his hands away

“I may have been wrong for looking at your phone but it was all out of concern for you. You didn’t have to push me or call me a bitch” Yn says, brown skin feeling really hot from how angry she was

“Yn I’m sorry” jay says

“Fuck you jay, find yourself a new tutor” Yn says walking away leaving the tiger hybrid feeling very regretful and really bad about his actions.

Chapter 7 will be on @brownsugarbaybee’s blog so follow her to be kept in the Loop!

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x black reader #hybrid!reader #hybrid!enhypen

[misc-obeyme]

omg i didnt send that on anon did i rip

-🍪/🥐

Hello there, friend! You were indeed off anon when you sent the first ask, but I have put it here so that I can answer it without revealing your identity. :)

And yes of course you can be 🍪 or 🥐! Did you want me to choose one?? Because how am I supposed to choose between two delicious things?! Though admittedly, I think I'd go with 🥐 in the end because saying croissant is also fun. Anyway, I will add it to the list unless you'd prefer to choose something else entirely since I am now aware of who you are. I'm honestly never sure if anons stay anon because they don't want me to know them or if it's because they don't want my followers to? I just want everyone to be as comfortable as possible. I'll still add it to the list but let me know if you would like it changed! (ETA: It has occurred to me that I will still know who it was even if you changed it lol. Listen I'm in low brain power mode still. Anyway...)

Also, thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! 💕

Anyway, I 1000% agree with your entire ask.

I have to admit that I haven't even heard of some of the things you're talking about. Dough sheeter is a new term for me, but I am inferring its use by context. I absolutely believe that Barb has like professional style maybe even industrial grade cooking appliances. Because how often does he have to cook entire feasts for at least ten people? It happens so frequently, there's no way he doesn't have all of the equipment needed to cook and bake as much as he does. Plus they have the whole castle kitchen, I'm sure it's huge! And also I don't see Diavolo sparing any expense for his butler's kitchen. He probably just gave Barb a bunch of money and was like get whatever you need.

For a professional such as yourself, I think that would probably be absolutely amazing. How exciting it would be to get to use all that stuff! For someone like me, it'd be a learning session lol. I'd need him to teach me how to use it all because my baking has not extended further than a stand mixer and some piping bags.

But I think that if you're the kind of person who finds baking helps you destress (which a lot of us seem to be), I think Barbatos would be the perfect baking partner for such an activity. I kind of think that he would indulge all your Fortnite flossing tendencies. He doesn't get it, but if it works for you, then he's all for it!

I really love the idea of it being a regular thing, too. Like at first MC comes to the castle and is amazed by all the equipment. They spend a chunk of that time either being in awe over it all or learning to use it or what have you. Then as they keep coming back, they fall into this rhythm with Barbatos. He learns how MC moves around the kitchen and MC learns the same about him. Eventually, they're working in tandem and can bake together so effectively that everyone is floored by the amazing things they create.

Solomon wishes he could mess around in that kitchen! I'm convinced that Barb like locks up the more expensive stuff somehow to decrease the chances of Solomon slipping past him and messing things up. Maybe if MC was there to help supervise, Barbatos would allow Solomon to attempt cooking in the castle kitchen. But yo that would probably be a high stress situation.

Anyway, I definitely think that baking with Barbatos would absolutely be a good way to take advantage of his calming presence to relax. The brothers wouldn't be able to complain even more because I'm sure you'd be bringing them plenty of whatever you made, too.

#please now I keep thinking about all the delicious pastries we'd make together #I have a love of desserts #and bread #I would want to eat everything #well okay not everything but at least sample it all lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #🥐 anon #misc answers

[thescrawnybea]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

You sat at a lunch table with the basketball and cheer team. You had recently joined the cheer team, mostly so you wouldnt get picked on and so you could spend more time with your brother, Jason Carver. Most known for his spot on the basketball team. His parents adopted you when you were around the age of two. Ever since then, you tried to spend as much time with him as possible. Now you could cheer for him as he played basketball. Your cheer skills weren't great, so you could thank Chrissy for helping you get that spot.

You sat there zoned out, most likely thinking about your test score for math, or the big game. you heard Jason calling someone a freak, most likely Eddie Munson, the head of the Hellfire Club. They were labeled as the "Freaks" and "Social Rejects." You weren't too popular yourself. The only reason you were somewhat popular was because you were a cheerleader. You mostly hung out with the same people. Jason and Chrissy. That was just about it. You felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see Chrissy. "Are you alright? You've just been staring at your plate for a while now." You realized you had barely eaten any of your lunch. "Oh yeah, I'm fine! Just thinking." You smiled. She smiled back, and with that you were back to zoning out.

Soon enough you were in Jason's car, riding home. Chrissy was in the front seat chatting with him. You joined the team to get closer with him, but you ended up in the same spot as before. Third wheeling. As always. Now don't get me wrong! You loved Chrissy, she was a sweet and very kind girl, but you always ended up being the third wheel. On the ride home Paradise City by Guns N' Roses Came on. You sang the lyrics quietly until the song ended and you were home.

Once you were home you decided to go to your room and listen to some Madonna. You heard Chrissy and Jason in the next room laughing. You looked out your window as the orange and red leaves fell off the trees. It was currently the first day of October. Fall was one of your favorite season, all the pretty leaves, costumes and events. You thought about what you would be this year, but a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. "Me and Chrissy are going down to the mall before it gets dark, do you want to come?" Jason asked. Starcourt Mall was recently rebuilt after some sort of "incident" there. "Sure!" you agreed and ran down stairs to get in the car.

Once you got there jason handed you a ten dollar bill, "We are going to look around, go buy something." Him and Chrissy walked off. You looked down at the dollar bill. "What am I supposed to buy with this?" you mumbled. You looked around at all the stores, you saw a Burger King. You were pretty hungry since you didnt eat much of your lunch and you hadn't had dinner yet. So, you walked in. However when you walked in there was a long line. "Really at 7:00 in the afternoon?" You whispered to yourself. You shrugged your shoulder and got in line. After a few minutes passed by, some kid knocked into you causing you to drop your money on the ground, you turned around to pick it up. When you did someone had already beat you to it. Long fingers were handing you the cash back, you looked up and saw a shirt you recognized, Hellfire Club. When you looked up even more you saw a face you recognized aswell. Mike Wheeler.

#stranger things #mike x reader #mike wheeler x reader #reader insert