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gay-dorito-dust · 19 days

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I love your writing btw! I’ve been perusing it for awhile haha- can we get cuddle headcanons for how the hoyo boyo’s cuddle? (Sunday, Argenti, Ratio, and Gallagher please? And any other ones you’d like!)

Sunday: possessive cuddles.

Probably watches over you in your sleep like a creep.

He will not let you go as you are kept caged to his chest within a firm hold as he slept peacefully.

Even as he slept, Sunday didn’t like you being far away from him and prefers to keep you close to him as humanly possible.

He’ll want you to rest your tired head against his chest and coddle you in his arms all the while pressing kisses into your head and upon your face as his wings fluttered softly, bathing your face with a gentle breeze.

His little wings only fluttered when he was feeling strong emotions such as love, anger, betrayal and happiness for instance. So needless to say you constantly felt his wings flutter softly in your face but you weren’t going to complain for such as cute display. That and the fact that his little wing flutters were great for when the nights got warmer, and when you didn’t want to cuddle up to Sunday as much.

Not like he’d let you, seeing as how he can’t stand you being a mere three inches away from him. He sleeps a lot better knowing that you’re by his side and the soft fluttering of his wings made you more than aware of that.

His preferred cuddling position is: chest rest

Argenti: this man needs to hold you against him as though he were trying to fuse your souls together. He won’t assume any other position that didn’t have you pressed against one another, or touching in some way shape or form.

He’d even press his forehead against your own while pulling you to his chest as his hands drew patters into your side and interlocking your legs either one another.

He craves the feel of your warm skin like no other.

He can’t sleep without your touch at all as he feels as though half of his soul was somewhere he couldn’t be.

He’s being dramatic, you’re literally in the same bed with the smallest amount of space between the two of you.

The downside of cuddling Argenti is that sometimes you’d wake up with a face full of his ruby red hair that oddly smelt of fresh roses. But other than that cuddling with Argenti was soft, warm, comforting and it made you feel safe being in the arms of your charming knight.

His preferred cuddling position would probably be the honeymoon hug.

Gallagher:

Clingy/playful.

This man is hugging you as though you were his personal pillow/plushie.

You weren’t complaining though as the man runs warm like a furnace and you got to have your face smothered into his tits. You were in heaven.

Will personally get offended when you try to move away from him.

‘Stop trying to escape will you? Unless you’ve got to piss, then I’m going to assume you don’t want to cuddle me anymore.’ He’d say groggily as he burrows his face into your neck, playfully biting it as you tried to swat him away.

He may even try to tickle you because he’s bored or can’t sleep, when in reality he just wants to hear you laugh one last time before falling asleep for real. He loves getting to be playful and affectionate with you when your both trying to find sleep. The moments shared during them were real, authentic and something to treasure for the future.

These moments were proven more precious to Gallagher when his dog then joins in on all the fun and slept at the foot of the bed.

His preferred cuddling position would be: leg cradle.

Ratio:

Average at cuddling unless he’s deep in his sleep.

Ratio looks like someone who doesn’t like the feeling of another person pressed up against him in fear of contracting their stupidity like a disease. 💀

The best he’ll do is touch pinkies and or have your backs pressed against one another. That’s it.

However when he’s deep in his sleep, he’ll be the big spoon and cuddle himself into your neck as his arms clutched at your waist firmly. It was cute and sweet in it’s own way, but it be best not to admit this to Ratio when he’s awake as he’ll try to prove why you’re wrong.

He’s secretly a cuddle bug but is too prideful to admit to it, obviously.

He’s a touch staved man who denies all allegations the fact that he’s touch starved and craves your touch to an extent where he feels it borderlines embarrassment. So as a result of his prideful ways, he’s left to yearn for something he couldn’t not and would not bring himself to speak up upon.

Veritas only finds comfort in seeking your touch when your fast asleep and cuddles himself into you back under the guise of being asleep, it was bound to work and work it did.

His preferred cuddling positioning would be: back to back/ spooning.

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josibunn · 8 months

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“All mine, right?”

fem!Reader x possessive!Euronymous ^_^

Warning!!! This is NOT about the real, teen girl edge lord Euronymous. This is about Rory Culkin’s portrayal of him in Lords of Chaos, because he just looks too scrumptious :)

heavy(?) smut, euronymous being so mean, noticing Varg trying to flirty with you, making him blow up on you, you getting the bigger first :( hitting (spanking, slapping), fingering, orgasm denial, name-calling (slut, dirty girl, dirty pussy, sir, pretty thing, good girl etc.), dacryphilia&breeding if you squint, use of ‘pussy’, semi-public sex, you’re in his office, a bit fluffy in the end :33

a/n: my first fic here! reposts r really appreciated :3 minors dni

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༺♡༻ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

you sat pretty on the couch of Øysteins band den, a drink in hand. You were here to support him since he just released his newest album with his band, but he was hosting a party, so he was nowhere to be seen.

he knew this wasn’t your usual scene, you didn’t really know anybody but his band mates, but he told you it'd be fun, and he needed you there. that’s what drew you in, he was never really affectionate with you, always keeping up his edgy, dark hearted attitude. so when he said it you knew he meant it.

you messed with your skirt you wore for him, you stuck out too, probably the only outlier here. pretty in pink with your cute little purse, skirt and cropped shirt, which so happened to be his merch. he loved it, and he loved how opposite you two looked when you went out.

and everyone knew you were his, I mean, he never expressed that you were his girlfriend to anyone that wasn’t you or his family, but everyone knew. you followed him around like a puppy, and he wasn’t one for pda, but you always held the sleeve of his leather to keep up with him.

he was possessive. you could feel yourself getting wetter as you reminisced, making you rub your thighs together. there would be times where he’d go off on someone for talking to you, and then you for giving them the time of day. he was obsessed with you. he couldn’t help it.

he especially didn’t want you talking to his band mates. It’s not that he thought you’d cheat on him, god no. but he knew why they acted how they acted around you, he hated it. a pretty, dolled up thing like you? they can’t be civil, making crude jokes at you when you turned your back or left the room, it made him clench his jaw.

so when he slipped through the crowd of people in his den, seeing Varg suddenly sitting closely next to you, whispering something in your ear, he thought back to all the times Varg had said he’d take you from him straight to his face, talking about the nasty, awful things he’d do to you if you were his. Euronymous never told you about the things they said about you, he just told you to stay away from them.

Varg always said it was a joke, but they both knew it wasn’t. and Euronymous could see it now that he wasn’t joking as he watched his hand trail up your thigh. he finished his beer before throwing it to the ground, standing tall in front of you two.

you felt relieved, you never liked Varg, he made you uneasy, especially with the way he was touching you just now before Euronymous showed up. even then his hand was still going higher, rubbing your flesh in circles, making you blush uncomfortably.

“hi baby,” you sighed softly, thankful he was here to save you. but he looked at you with a nasty glare, a look he only gave you when he was really angry. What’d I do? You thought.

“the fuck are you doing??” he pulled you up by your arm and next to him, and you didn’t know if he was talking to you or Varg.

“we were just talking, she looked bored.” said Varg, Euronymous gripping your arm more tightly now. “oh yeah? talking, with your hand up her fuckin’ skirt? do you think I’m fuckin’ stupid??” he called him something as he walked off with you, dragging you through the crowd.

“we-we really we’re just talking, I swear.” you plead your case, seeing and feeling just how angry he was as he pushed through people.

“i bet you were, so what were you talking about? with Christian?” He threw you onto the floor of his office, making you land on your knees. you whimpered at the sting of hitting the floor, standing yourself to the best of your abilities.

“I..I don’t know he was just talking, I wasn’t even paying attention, I swear. I-i was waiting for you, I didn’t do anything..” you propped yourself up on his desk, watching him take off his jacket, throwing it onto his couch and walked you behind his desk, moving the chair. He scanned your body, watching you fiddle with your shirt nervously.

“turn around.” he demanded, and you wasted no time, facing the door as you waited for his next command or move, but it was quiet.

before you could look back he bent you over by the back of your neck, his boot kicking your legs open with ease. “it just had to be Christian, huh? what, you fucking like him or something? is he better than me??”

“no! n-no, he just came up to me, I didn’t know what to do,” you frowned, he bent you further onto the desk as you looked back at him, hoping he could see some truth in your pouty, scared face as he hiked your skirt up.

he didn’t care, though. he was only focused on that wet spot pooling in your panties, it only made him angrier, his jaw clenching and his brows raising slightly. “you’re a dirty fuckin’ girl, you know that?” he slapped your ass, making you yelp.

“does getting touched by another man turn you on? huh slut?” he rubbed where your wetness pooled, making you snatch back your breath and let out a tiny moan, pushing back onto his thick fingers.

“n-no baby it wasn’t like tha-” “so now you’re lyin’ to me? you’re fuckin’ soaking.” you heard the snap of the delicate panties you wore before feeling him throw them down to the ground, pushing a finger into you quickly.

“Euronymous!” you moaned out, fingertips gripping his desk and your lips perched against one of the stack of papers on his desk. “were you hoping he’d do this to you? sneak you off somewhere, fuck you in the bathroom? my bathroom?” he shoved his other finger into you, making you choke out a moan at the stretch.

in all honesty the thought alone made you cringe, you didn’t know why he was acting like this over Varg, you’d expressed many times about how he grossed you out.

“dirty fuckin’ pussy,” he watched you suck him in, moaning and clenching around him as he drilled his fingers into you, your slick coating his fingers. “you don’t even know what he’d do to you, do you? he’d treat you like a real whore, he wouldn’t even think about being as nice as I’m being.” he pulled you back up, biting and sucking on your neck, his other hand pulling up your shirt and grabbing at your nipple.

“doesn’t even know how to handle a pretty thing like you, wouldn’t know how to make this pussy feel as good as I do.” he huffed, teeth grazing your jaw, and he could tell you were close in the way your moans got airier, the way you grabbed onto his wrist and the way you bounced back onto his fingers, even though you knew you couldn’t take the overstimulation you got when you did.

your legs shook as you moaned out, throwing your head back against his chest, mumbling curses as you felt your release creep onto you. “he probably wouldn’t even make you cum,” he pulled his fingers out and pushed you back onto the desk. “like that.”

you gasped and whined, feeling your release fade away. “Euronymous! Øystein, baby, please,” you whined, grinding on his jeans, feeling his bulge pressing against your wet heat. “please I-I wanna cum, wan’ you to make me cum,” you pleaded, but he held your back down, stopping your grinding.

“oh now you want me? thought you were all wet for Christian,” he taunted, watching at how your ass wriggled under his grip, trying to find some relief again, a small smirk on his face.

“no baby, no, just you, jus’ you I promise,” you slurred, looking back at him, and this time he kept the eye contact, his eyes low and his head tilted slightly. “just me?” he repeated with faux sympathy, still pressing down on your back.

you nodded, “only you Øystein, not him, never, please baby please..” you whimpered, spreading your legs further. he groaned, seeing your pretty, soaking pussy on display for him like that, begging him to be used, claimed.

“you promise?” he smirked, unlatching his belt quickly, pulling his pants down to his knees. you gasp, nodding frantically. “yes! yes I-I promise, I promise,” you watched his dick spring free from his boxers, god you loved how pretty it was. he had a nice great length on him, probably why he was so short, girthy, beautiful bulging veins and a pretty red mushroom tip oozing with pre cum as he held it at the base, teasing your hole that clenched around air, waiting for him.

you gasped when he pushed his tip in you, holding you down so you wouldn’t push back on him like you usually would. no, he wanted you to work for it, even though he knew he couldn’t resist you in your needy, whiny state for too long. he was already over his breaking point. “you gonna be my good girl?” he cooed, sliding his tip in and out teasingly, hearing you gasp and moan each time he glided out.

“uh huh, yes sir I-i’ll be good for you,” you nodded, swallowing back the drool pooling in your mouth. “you’re all mine, right? not that poser?”

“no, never, never ever. m’all yours Øystein-aah!!” he pushed all of himself in you with one smooth glide, the stretch of his cock making you let out an almost pornographic moan, arching your ass up to him, his hands still holding your back down, gliding down your hips.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, bowing his head as he gripped your hips, his thumbs making deeper imprints on your back dimples. Euronymous was never one to be slow and gentle, but he’d usually give you time to adjust to his size.

he didn’t do that this time, no :( he wasted no time, slamming his hips into yours recklessly, each blow hitting deep inside you, making you moan out, your face flushed hot at how loud you were being. anyone that walked by could definitely hear how much of slut he’s making of you. if anything, the thought got you wetter.

“that’s right baby, all mine, huh, pretty girl?” he huffed, pulling you further back onto him, hitting even deeper, knocking wind right out of you. your moans toppled each others, though you knew you were much louder.

he grunted and pulled you up against his chest, his right hand snaked around your neck. you yelped when he smacked you across the face, “baby. m’talkin’ to you.”

“s-sorry, m’sorry,” you apologized quickly, and god he loved when you got like this, all cock drunk and sloppy, barely able to hold yourself up, your legs shaking under him as he fucked you remorselessly, so eager to cum. it just sent him more and more over his own edge.

“yes, yes i’m all yours, only you—f-fuck—baby all yours, yoursyoursyours,” you fucked back, trying to messily match his thrusts as your orgasm approached, sharp whines and moans leaving your mouth. the paperwork on his desk was long discarded because of how rough he had been with you, Euronymous grunting above you, bending you back over with your head pressed against the desk, angling his thrusts to hit that spongy spot that always had you falling apart under him.

“that’s it baby, who do you fuckin’ belong to? huh?” he slapped your ass again, definitely leaving marks to pair with the other bruises on your body.

“you, all you Eur-ah-onymous, only yours I swEar,” your voice cracked as you moaned brokenly, hiccuping and sobbing with each deep thrust.

“yeah you fuckin.do.” he groaned, punctuating his words with a sharp deep thrust, making you cry out. and then the damn broke. your orgasm ran you over as he abused your sweet, spongy spot, your moans high pitched and airy.

nobody knew your body like he did, and he wanted to you know that, remember that, just in case something like earlier happened again. “oh fuck baby, o-oh! oh!!” you moaned, gripping the desk, clenching down on him.

he groaned, “I know baby, I know. you still think anyone could make you feel as good as this?” he grunted, though he knew you couldn’t pay attention as you shook below him.

he listened to your sobs, they egged him on, fucked up his rhythm, making his thrusts sloppy and unkept as he grew closer, digging his nails into your skin. “that’s it baby, cum on this fucking dick,” he leaned over, toying with your clit, drawing fat circles.

you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you almost forgot where you were as you squirted all over his floor and thighs, pornographic moans flying off your tongue as you squirmed under him, trying to collect yourself but he just kept toying with you, overstimulating you, pushing you over your limit.

he knew you couldn’t handle it when he played with you like this, but he loved hearing you cry, as nasty as it was. “Øystein it-it’s too much, too much!” you’d cry, cheeks puffy and stained, lips swollen, tears sitting pretty on your lashes, and he revelled in it.

“fuck baby, gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, no one’s gonna have you,” he gripped your body as he chased his release, fucking you faster, his eyes glued to where your bodies connected, watching you suck him in each time, the squelching of your fluids and your own moans flying through his head.

“all mine, all mine, you got that? not his, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck,” he kept slamming into you before you felt the hot ropes of cum shoot into you, shaky whimpers being heard from above you, his breath heavy as he tried to calm himself down with you.

he sighed, rubbing a hand down your back affectionately. “talk to me, you ok?” he whispered, pulling out of you gently, trying not to hurt you. you whined, feeling empty as he watched the globs of cum seep out of you. you nodded, flipping on your back, your legs open on the side of him as he put himself away.

“you were so good, my good, good girl,” he kissed your face and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the corners of your mouth, making you smile weakly. “you’re not gonna talk to him anymore, yeah? I know you didn’t mean to make me angry,” he cooed, rubbing your back.

you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “that’s my girl, sit tight,” he grabbed a old shirt and your underwear off the floor, realizing he ripped it. he cleaned you up and slid your underwear back on, tying the side that was ripped until you guys could get home for a new pair, he promised to replace them anyway.

to your surprise he walked out holding you close, his hand around your arm, people coming up to him asking where he was, and you know you two smelt like hot sex and sweat, but he didn’t seem to care, eyeing everyone down that looked at you.

a/n: i’m so sorry that was so long!! I got so carried away, but you guys don’t put in for R!euronymous like you should bc he’s SOOOOO hot!! but thank u for reading :3 dm for tag list or moots <;33

#euronymous smut #rory culkin smut #rory culkin #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #x black reader #eurory prompt

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bakubunny · 8 months

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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 4)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Fumikage | Tamaki | Mirio

another round of oddly specific smut hcs. this was only supposed to be 3 parts max but i couldn’t help myselfff. i can’t get this brain rot out of my head. gonna try to keep myself from doing more. 🥴

obligatory mdni, 18 + content. you will be blocked.

tags: aged up characters, fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, rough sex, face/throat fucking, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink

Fumikage

the first time it came up, it was fairly early on in your relationship. he made a comment about your addiction to frequent consumption of hard candies. you grinned and made some stupid joke, regretting it the moment it slipped out. “i’d like to suggest that maybe i just like having things in my mouth.” he laughed and said, “oh? we should test that theory out then.” he moved his hand from the inside of your thigh up to your lips. you hesitated at his boldness, cheeks turning bright red. he was determined to call your bluff. “go on.”

despite that, he drew a look of surprise when you mustered the confidence to look him in the eye and take his fingers between your lips, heart pounding in your chest. dark shadow nuzzled up to you affectionately and fumikage looked away with a grin, flustered. “‘s that proof enough for you?”

you’ve never gotten turned on by the thought of dark shadow playing with your mouth. and of course, neither has fumikage. that would be going to far. nope. not even once.

completely melts when you give him head. goes from praising you sweetly & running a hand over your head in the beginning to hips bucking into your throat, fisting your hair, panting with needy moans…. he’s not trying to fuck your throat, he just does because he needs you that much. he finds it beautiful - yes, really - the way your eyes roll and water as you drool, and dark shadow has eagerly reflected that between your thighs more than once. (he was mortified when it initially happened. still feels a little embarrassed by it.)

may or may not have written a poem about it the first time you gave him a blowjob. and if you think he did, no he didn’t. he’s taking that shit to his grave.

his heart swells with affection when you’re blissfully content with his thumb in your mouth. he didn’t expect it either, but once mentioned that he “finds unsurpassed beauty in your vulnerability,” and he thinks that’s got something to do with it.

fumikage has a pretty strong dominant streak now that he’s older and gained confidence, and it definitely shows itself in intimacy. but even when he’s not particularly gentle with you or your mouth, you can see the love in his eyes every time.

Tamaki

def. didn’t consume a lollipop (or any number of things you might be able to put your mouth on) once just for the hell of it to see how it would manifest with his quirk.

i hope you like getting head. and frequently. he’s gonna keep a vice grip on your pretty thighs until he’s had enough of you.

it takes a while for him to open up and say it, but he thinks it’s cute when you’re gagged and drooling. maybe it’s his hand, his boxers, your panties, a ball gag, etc…. you want smth in your mouth? want to pretend no one else can hear the mess he’s turning you into? you got it, bbyg.

tamaki has two sides when you go down on him: the vast majority of the time he’s a lip quivering, leg shaking, whining mess, but on the rare occasion he’s feeling it, he’ll tell you to hang your head off the side of the bed or smth cause you’re gonna get throat fucked until he cums. sometimes there’s middle ground, say lazy sunday mornings for example, but yeah.

lets you have his hands any time you want. might tease a little if he’s feeling bold (rare), but he’s mostly quiet, grinning and blushing like crazy because you’re just so adorable and he can’t believe you’re his.

Mirio

super sweet when you opened up and told him. he had an inkling smth was up simply because he’s observant, but he would wait for you to talk about it first. never wants you to feel uncomfortable about it.

he can be a bit of a goofball in private. phases in and out of your mouth to make you laugh.

probably wouldn’t say it in words, but finds it comforting when you play with his hands and he just gets to sit there, run his fingers through your hair, and love you. it makes coming home on hard days a little easier.

doesn’t often think to have his hand in your mouth during sex, but when he does, you can trust he’d be so fucking sweet and loving about it that it’d make you blush.

also the type to fall apart when his dick gets sucked. babbling praises and nonsense, moaning your name, panting, jerking hips. loves it when you stare into his eyes, but he has to fight the urge to cum instantly.

once asked you to edge him with your mouth. he’s been in sheer bliss while regretting it ever since.

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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hi are your rqs open? if not feel free to delete this but I love your writing and was wondering if you could do will solace x platonic!fem!aphrodite kid!reader childhood friends type thing? (that's a lot of "!" s lol) like they both came to camp at the same time and have been friends since they were both in the Hermes cabin and are still besties? like I can imagine reader and will teaming up to make fun of Nico (affectionately)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! will solace x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs

content: platonic! will solace x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs warning: language i believe???? this ones jsut silly goofy author's note: I FEEL SO BAD THIS TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH IM SO SORRY I JUST- THERE WAS A LOT OF PRESSURE I FELT- YA KNOW??? IDK IDK HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IF NOT I TOTALLY AGREE LETS BURN IT TOGETHER-

it was will's first day at camp and he was already missing his mom

just like this deep and unstoppable want for his mom

so he was being mopey and staying away from everyone, even though he wanted to make friends and have fun, he just couldn't bring himself to do so

until he met you

you were bubbly and insistent

and annoying

but, you managed to pull will out of his slump

you were also staying in the hermes cabin, unclaimed as can be

"do you think i could catch this grape?" you asked with a wide smile

"no way," will insisted, pretending to put on a scowl

you did catch it, crushing the grape between your teeth with a wide smile before holding your perfected manicured hand out to him

"i'm y/n. you?"

"will."

that shake of hands was the start of something beautiful

beautifully annoying

you two bounce off of each other, radioactively

like annoyingly fun sunshine characters x2 fr

and then will got claimed by apollo

he'd be helping put band aids on little kids when it happened

obviously he was met with loud cheers from the apollo cabin and feasts in his name or whatever

but he couldn't shake the look on your face when you thought he wasn't looking

just pure self doubt, unsure if it would ever be you in that situation

from that day forwards, will was determined to never see you look like that again

naturally, you guys tried seeking out your godly parent through doing things to see what you were naturally good at but all the tests held no water

after a few weeks, you waved will off, arguing that you were fine and that the hermes cabin was nice

which was a blatant lie, as that place was so packed and you didn't even have a bed

but, as much as will tried to argue, you shot him down every time

then, one evening, you and will were sitting around the campfire, a burnt marshmallow hanging off your stick, but that's the way you preferred them

you were raving on and on about some son of ares before turning to will, a soft and slightly teasing smile on your lips

"what about you, any girls caught your eye?"

"yeah, i guess," will replied, half heartedly, slightly turning away

you watched him for a moment before setting your stick down and grasping will's hands, pulling them into your own and forcing the boy to look into your eyes

"will."

"y/n."

"...have any guys caught your eye?"

"...maybe."

"omg, which ones?!" you instantly gushed, smiling brightly at him and giving his hands a squeeze

will listed a few but he quickly realized they didn't matter anymore, none of it did

it mattered to him how quickly you were to accept him, how quickly you were to share the love

and also, the hot pink dove floating above your head kinda drew his attention away

you barely noticed, yapping about whether or not you thought the guys will listed off were gay or not

when it finally did catch your eye, you nearly cried, squeezing your eyes shut with a wide smile before turning to will, tightening your hold on his hands

"thank you."

"why are you thanking me?"

"i don't think i've loved anyone like i love you, stupid. clearly, my mom noticed that."

CRYING WTF

anyways moving on to the torture of nico di angelo

you literally played matchmaker for MONTHS trying to get nico and will together, only for them to ALREADY BE DATING

will felt so bad keeping it from you (but also he was having fun being sneaky)

dont worry, he makes it up to you by having you be his best lady at his and nico's wedding

i just know that wedding speech goes crazy, laughing one sec, crying the next

hot take, i think children of aphrodite will just naturally take a shine to public speaking, i just think that's something they'd be good at

now, you and will had a weekly self care day, which you've been doing for YEARS

the whole nine yards, im meaning, face masks, foot masks, gua sha-ing, click flicks, orange juice and apple juice in fancy glasses

so, when nico and will started dating, you offered for nico to come for one of them, beaming a smile at the gloomy boy

he agreed to be there but outright refused to do any of the stuff

he kept coming back and week by week he started doing more until he had a face mask on and pomegranate juice in a wine glass, yelling at reality tv louder than you and will combined

at first, nico wasn't exactly your biggest fan

he would always say you took away will time or you were just too bubbly for your own good

but in reality, you reminded him too much of bianca

you tried your best to take care of him and will, always had snacks in your purse and band aids in your pockets

you were sweet and kind and it hit nico right in the chest

and you could tell, ever intuitive to people's feelings, so you pulled back and let nico figure it out for himself

in his own time, he warmed up to you, a while you still laugh in the same bianca did and sometimes you wrinkle your nose just like she used to, now he can look it with a fondness rather than guilt

and will was overjoyed when they were starting to connect

ummm his best friend and his boyfriend being besties??? yes pls

both you and nico fight for the great cause of Will Solace Getting Eight Hours Of Sleep agenda

constantly dragging that boy out of the infirmary together, each looping one arm

those are the days that will regrets that you guys are such good friends, kicking and screaming to get back to the infirmary

OH OH OH and you and will get mistaken as a couple all the time bc daughter of aphrodite things and you guys just progressively more funny with your responses.

"ewwwww that's my uncle grossssss."

"this chick?? she's not my girlfriend! i bought her off of ebay for a nickel, please."

"boyfriend?? bro, i'm a nun, wtf??"

"girlfriend?? bro, i'm a priest, wtf??"

the person always walks away feeling very confused while you two turn into a puddle of laughs on the ground.

all in all, you and will are a silly goofy pair that have your mushy gushy moments

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #will solace #nico di angelo

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wholoveseggs · 4 months

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Secret Santa

{Masterlist}

~Five days of Fluffmas~

Elijah faces a nerve-wracking challenge when arranging a secret Santa gift for you. A surprise unfolds during the gift exchange, leaving Elijah in a panic. Yet, he discovers that sometimes imperfections make the most perfect moments.

1k words - No warnings, no smut! just pure fluff.

Secret Santa

Elijah felt a little frightened, an odd sensation making him jittery and unable to stop himself from nervously adjusting his cufflinks. The task at hand was simple, yet navigating it was an extremely delicate matter; a single mistake could ruin everything.

He approached Rebekah, who was quietly humming to herself as she wrapped Christmas presents. She gave him a warm smile, pulling out a chair and gesturing for him to join her.

Opting to stand, he tried his best to sound nonchalant. "Rebekah, dear, who did you get for secret Santa?"

She gave him a curious look, a sly smirk forming on her face. "Isn’t telling you going against the whole point of it?"

Elijah chuckled lightly, feigning casual interest. "Well, one could argue that a bit of harmless curiosity won't hurt anyone, especially during the festive season."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his attempt at subtlety. "Oh, Elijah, you're not fooling anyone. You just want to know who got y/n," she laughed.

He sighed in defeat. It was true, but it seemed he was incapable of being inconspicuous when it came to you. "Let's say I am, hypothetically of course. And since you are in charge of it, couldn't you give your brother a little clue?" He begged, shamelessly hoping his sister would go easy on him.

"Why does it matter? You are getting her a gift either way; she's your girlfriend after all," she teased.

"Because-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, knowing his flustered reply would only prompt further ribbing from his baby sister. "Look," he sighed again, trying another angle, "I just need to know who drew her, so I can make sure they give her a good gift,"

"Now why would I do such a thing? It goes against the rules of exchange. And are you saying we are not good gift givers?" Rebekah tilted her head at him, seemingly relishing in his agony.

Elijah didn't want to tell Rebekah the truth, but he knew his sister well enough to know that she would find some way to wheedle it out of him if he did not confess.

"If I tell you why, you must promise to keep it a secret," Elijah leaned in towards his sister, watching her intently for her response.

"How very scandalous of you, brother," she smiled in anticipation.

Elijah trusted his sister would never betray his confidence. More than that, she would understand and support him in his endeavor. Still, it was humiliating. He felt so stupid, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect.

"I'm making plans to propose to her during the holidays, and I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong. That is...," he cleared his throat awkwardly, "If she says yes, of course."

Rebekah looked surprised and thrilled. With wide eyes and a large smile, she jumped up and hugged her brother. "Oh Elijah! I'm so happy for you!"

Releasing him from her embrace, she pulled back and patted his chest affectionately, tears brimming in her eyes. "She will definitely say yes, no woman would resist you, especially my dear, sweet, handsome brother, whom I love very, very much."

Elijah couldn't resist smiling back. His heart was pounding, unsure if it was from relief or anxiety, but either way his sister's words calmed him immensely. "Thank you, Rebekah. Your blessing means a great deal to me."

"Show me the ring," Rebekah urged impatiently, giving him a serious look. “Do you have it on you?”

Pulling the small box out of his suit pocket, he revealed a beautiful diamond engagement ring, glistening under the warm lamplight of the living room.

"Elijah," Rebekah let out a wistful sigh, her eyes shining at him with approval.

"Now, can you please tell me who drew her name for secret Santa?" He asked, hopeful.

Rebekah wiped her eyes, fighting to regain her composure. She pulled out her phone and brought up the exchange list, "Well, it wasn't me, nor was it Freya… oh no,"

Elijah groaned, cursing his luck. "Niklaus.”

Elijah hoped his brother would be in a good mood tonight, and more importantly, willing to cooperate.

As usual, his wish went ungranted.

"Why on earth would I trade with you?" Klaus questioned him, as if he had just asked him to donate his own kidney. "Do you think I won't get her a good gift?"

"Well," Elijah searched for the right words to say, knowing this was a dangerous minefield to navigate, "It's not that. It's just..."

Klaus raised his eyebrow, giving him a challenging look. "It's just what, brother?"

"She's my girlfriend, and I want her to have something special," Elijah admitted.

"Oh don't worry, Elijah, I'll give her something special," he laughed, patting his shoulder condescendingly.

Elijah gritted his teeth. His brother was being intentionally obtuse, but he did not wish to resort to violence, especially so close to Christmas.

"Just don't give her anything inappropriate," he emphasized the word, knowing full well Klaus would just do what he wanted anyway.

"Inappropriate, how?" Klaus looked at him incredulously.

"Anything that would ruin the festive atmosphere," Elijah was growing more and more annoyed with his brother, who was clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much.

"Ruin the festive atmosphere? How could I do that?" He was playing dumb, but Elijah would not give him the satisfaction.

"Niklaus, you know exactly what I mean," he warned, giving him a stern glare.

Klaus smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't worry, Elijah, I'm sure it will be perfectly, appropriate."

Elijah's instincts told him this was not going to go well.

Elijah held onto you tightly as you sat in his lap, snuggled up close together, listening to the sound of Christmas music softly playing in the background. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume, his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't wait for you to be his forever. The rest of his family was scattered throughout the living room, talking, drinking, and enjoying the holidays.

"It's almost time to exchange gifts," you said excitedly. "I hope everyone likes what I got them."

Elijah tensed up, nervous for what would come next. He had tried desperately to get his brother to reconsider, but it was no use. His attempts had been met with nothing but amusement, and in the end, it seemed it would have to remain a surprise.

"It should be starting soon, yes," Elijah replied, doing his best to keep his voice calm.

"I got Kol, which was a bit of a challenge. He's hard to shop for," you laughed, resting your head against Elijah's chest.

"Ah, well, I'm sure whatever you got him, he'll appreciate," Elijah stroked your arm affectionately.

You both watched as Kol was given a small, brightly wrapped gift, and unwrapped a bottle of scotch. His face broke out into a huge grin, giving a big thumbs up.

"Whoever got me did good," Kol raised his glass to toast his mysterious benefactor.

Elijah watched as each person gave out their gifts. There were plenty of smiles and laughter, everyone seemingly pleased. He was happy to see his family enjoying the festivities, and hoped his gifts would also bring them joy.

You got up and grabbed two packages from under the tree before settling back into Elijah's lap.

"It's our secret Santa gifts, open them up," you urged him.

Elijah unwrapped his gift carefully, revealing a new tie. It was dark gray with a subtle pattern woven into the silk, very stylish and expensive.

"Oh, it's lovely, thank you," he smiled, genuinely impressed.

"That's from me," Rebekah chimed in, looking very pleased with herself.

"It's great, thank you," he nodded to his sister, grateful that someone understood the importance of proper decorum.

"Now, let's see what mine is," you smiled, pulling out a small rectangular package.

As you removed the wrapping paper, Elijah could feel his nerves growing, hoping his brother would have some mercy on him and not give you anything too embarrassing.

He held his breath as you lifted the lid, revealing a small, black velvet box. Opening the box, you gasped at the sight of a stunning diamond ring.

You looked to Elijah, a questioning look in your eyes.

"Is this from you?" You asked, unable to hide your surprise.

Elijah's eyes went wide, unsure how to react. His brother had truly outdone himself, and he was utterly speechless.

Klaus, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically. "I'm afraid this is my gift, sweet y/n."

"But...it's an engagement ring," you looked back and forth between the two brothers.

Elijah could not deny it was a lovely ring. In fact, it was nearly identical to the one he had picked out for you. A sudden rush of panic shot through him and he reached into his pocket, searching for the small velvet box, only to discover it was not there.

His brother must have pick-pocketed it from him when he was distracted.

"Ah, well," Klaus gave a mischievous smile, "I thought it would be a wonderful gift, given that I was told not to give you anything inappropriate."

"This is an engagement ring," you repeated, your eyes darting around the room.

Elijah wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. How could his brother have done this? What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't very well propose this way.

"I-I, ah," Elijah stammered, his mind racing.

"You're not going to ask her to marry you, are you?" Klaus gave a dramatic sigh, putting his hand over his heart, feigning surprise.

You turned to focus on Elijah, his usual composed demeanor gone, replaced by a man who looked as if he were about to faint.

"Elijah," you cooed, lifting his chin gently so that you could look into his eyes, "Are you trying to propose?"

Elijah could only manage a nod. He wanted this moment to be perfect, and now it was ruined. He didn't know what to say, or even how to look at you.

"Yes," you whispered, smiling at him.

"Yes?" He repeated, not quite believing his ears.

"Yes," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Elijah was stunned. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he settled for kissing you back, feeling his body relax.

"Congratulations!" Everyone cheered, rushing forward to offer their best wishes.

Elijah couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened, you still said yes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he held you close, feeling happier than he had ever been.

He pulled the ring out of its container, throwing the box in Klaus's direction, and placed the ring on your finger, finally ready to make his dreams a reality.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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A Price to Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader Summary: Steve demands retribution when Ransom crosses a line. Ransom offers you as payment. Word Count: Almost 2.9k Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon elements (do not read if that upsets you), blackmail, coercion, choking, swearing, talks of violence, forced cheating, Ransom is an asshole, mob!Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Another old WIP completed! I began this in August of 2021. This will be connected to a future Bucky fic and I may expand on Steve's story if there is interest. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @little-diable and @sweeterthanthis, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @maysdigitalarts and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Ransom Drysdale was the worst mistake you ever made. The man exuded arrogance, yet you were somehow attracted to his confidence. Maybe it was because yours wasn't strong enough at the time. His charm won you over, even as you tried to resist. He didn't strike you as the type who wanted a long-term relationship, but he convinced you to give him a chance. He swore you wouldn't regret it.

"Best decision you'll ever make."

Fool me once, shame on you.

Ransom didn't deserve you. You figured that out when you caught him in the first lie. You weren't supposed to hear his phone call as he watched the news. He wasn't usually that careless, as you would later find out.

At first you thought he cheated on you. It would have explained his hushed calls and random outings after you moved in. You almost wished he had been seeing someone else. That would have made it easier to walk away and never look back.

"Yeah, I'm watching. Like I give a shit if his company falls or his wife leaves. Should've kept his dick in his pants. And you should've seen the stupid look on his face when I told him there were photos. I told him what would happen if he didn't wire the money. Fucker's paying for it now, isn't he?"

"... Ransom?"

"... Fuck. I'll call you back."

He brushed you off when you questioned him. He even tried to convince you that you were hearing things. He dropped the charade when he realized you weren't going to let it go.

"Just can't let me have my fun, can you?"

You thought Ransom came from money, which he had growing up. Somewhere along the way his grandfather cut him off. He had to find more creative ways to keep his cash flow going - like blackmail. Trading secrets and exposing scandals when necessary were second nature to him. And he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

But he swore he'd stop when he saw your tears.

"I'm done, pumpkin. It was the last one. Cross my heart."

Fool me twice, shame on me.

It was easier when you were blissfully unaware of the kind of man he truly was. The affectionate touches and gasps he drew from you couldn't wash away what he had done. He ruined lives just to keep his pockets full. And you knew in your heart he wouldn't let you go. Not because he loved you, but because you were a liability.

He made that clear when you caught him again and said you needed space.

"You're not leaving me."

You could barely walk by the time he was done fucking you that night. A sore reminder that crossing him wasn't a smart move. But he never raised a hand to you. He didn't leave visible scars. You carried them where no one could see. So why would your friends and family who were still around ever side with you?

"I own you. Don't you ever fucking forget it."

You weren't completely helpless. You played your part and learned a few secrets of your own, like how Ransom's grandfather really died. You pieced together that Ransom was the one who killed him, but he still didn't get enough money in the will to satisfy him.

He'll never be satisfied.

It took time and careful planning to make sure you had enough money set aside to leave. He dipped into your main account, of course, but you had a rainy day fund from before you met him that he would never touch. You could have a fresh start and maybe expose him in the process. But you still felt like a coward.

Was that why he chose to be with me? Because I'm weaker than him?

"Pumpkin, where are you?" you heard as the front door opened.

Glancing at the clock, you tried not to panic. He isn't supposed to be home yet. You quickly stashed your bag under the bed and swallowed the lump in your throat. "Coming!" you called back, smoothing out your dress and checking your reflection before you made your way downstairs to the study.

I can still leave tonight. I can even leave tomorrow. I'll be fine.

You took a deep breath before you entered the room, surprised to find two other men with Ransom.

"There she is. Finally," Ransom said, a glass of scotch already in hand.

Your heart raced in your chest as you glanced at the man who sat across from Ransom. His broad body radiated power and strength, his presence dominating the entire room. And he wasn't even standing. You expected his gaze to be harsh when he looked at you, but his blue eyes softened the longer he stared. You had to look away after a minute.

Your gaze landed on the figure beside him. The brunette looked just as intimidating as the blonde, his gaze cold. The corner of his lip tugged into a smile as he lifted his hand in a wave. It was a metal hand.

"Relax. We won't bite. Well… I won't."

Ransom rolled his eyes, "Pumpkin, take a seat. We need to talk."

Nothing good ever happened when someone needed to talk. "About what?" you asked as you sat in the empty chair on the other side of Ransom.

"This is Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes," he introduced, taking a sip of his scotch. "They're here on business."

You bit the inside of your cheek. You didn't want to judge these men, but you knew it had to be something shady. Nothing Random did was ever pure.

Steve shifted in his chair to face you. "Care to tell me your name, sweetheart? You don't strike me as the type who likes to be called 'pumpkin'."

You avoided Ransom's subtle glare as you cleared your throat and said it.

"It’s nice to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were better," he smiled gently. "For the record, we already know who you are. I know where your friends and family live. I know about that bakery you like to go to once a week. You treat yourself to a specialty donut. They're good."

You wished you had a glass of water to quench your dry throat. "You've been watching me?"

"It's part of my job to know people. Allies. Enemies. We also know you've been living here for some time. Before I get into why exactly we're here, I do have to ask even though I know the answer. Are you aware of what Ransom does?"

Ashamed, you merely nodded as your fingers twisted in your lap.

Steve's gaze was sympathetic as he continued. “Are you also aware that Ransom recently got into some trouble?"

You spared Ransom a quick glance. "What kind of trouble?"

"Doesn't matter," he said dismissively.

"It does matter," Steve said firmly, leaning forward in his chair. "It matters when your mouth gets one of my men killed."

Your stomach dropped as you took in Steve and Bucky's angry expressions. "You got someone killed?"

"Idiot got himself killed. Not my fault or my problem."

"He was a kid," Steve argued.

It earned him a shrug in response. "You brought the kids in, Rogers. Both of you knew what he was getting into. Don't blame me for his blood being on your hands."

The callousness shocked you, despite what you knew about Ransom. "How can you say that? How can you think so little of people?"

"Oh, it gets better," Bucky said sarcastically before Ransom could answer.

"What do you mean?" you asked nervously.

"I told you. He got one of my men killed. I took it personally," Steve explained. "I debated between killing him myself or having him sent to jail, but I'm a reasonable guy. I gave him a chance to tell his side of the story. Once he figured out I wasn't going to budge on some sort of retaliation, he offered me something."

You didn't like where this was going. "What exactly did he offer?"

"You."

You were waiting for the punchline. For someone to laugh. There was nothing funny about it as all three men stared at you. Bucky's expression remained the same, but there was sympathy in his eyes. Ransom looked proud of himself. It made you wish you could slap the smirk off his face. But Steve?

Steve's eyes were thoughtful, calculating. He was gauging your response. You almost opened your mouth to tell him you weren't worth the life of the man he lost, but what came out was, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Steve didn't look surprised by your outburst. Maybe he expected it. "Listen, please. I know-"

"No. You listen. I want nothing to do with whatever he did. I am so sorry that one of your men was killed, but please understand that I am not going to be a pawn in whatever this is."

Ransom had the gall to look embarrassed as you stood up. "You don't have a choice. Just let him fuck you and be done with it."

"Yes, I do have a choice. And I'm choosing to leave."

"You're not walking out that door," Ransom said, getting to his feet, too. "Just like you didn't the last time you tried to leave."

Humiliation flooded you as Steve and Bucky exchanged a look. Were they judging you? Did they pity you? "I'm going upstairs and getting my bag. I'm not cleaning up your mess. I'm done playing your games, Ransom. I'm done with you."

Ransom's jaw clenched as he marched over and grabbed you by your throat. "You think I give a shit what you want right now? I never did. You were just a fucking toy to keep my dick wet. And I'd let him and his entire fucking crew run a train on you if it keeps me out of jail."

Your eyes teared up as you looked into his eyes. There was no love there. Not at that moment. Did he ever love you?

"Do. You. Understand?"

The hand around your throat squeezed tighter, just enough to show that he could end you. You whimpered, but not because of the pain. It was a different kind of hurt you felt. The kind of hurt that couldn't be healed by false promises. That was what Ransom was: a false, empty promise.

I should have run the moment you walked into my life.

"Let her go."

Steve's words were softly spoken in the quiet room, but everyone felt the weight of them.

"Don't tell me what to do with my girl, Rogers."

"Right now, she's MY girl. Get your fucking hands off of her."

Bucky brandished his gun as he stood up, taking aim at Ransom. "He won't ask again. And I'd hate to ruin her pretty dress with your blood."

You almost missed the snarl he let out as he released you, coughing as you rubbed your neck. Your heart leapt as you looked over and caught Steve's gaze. The intensity in his eyes only grew as he began to walk across the room. You felt your breath leave your body again as he got closer. You didn't bother to step back because you were already caught.

Neither of you spoke a word when he stopped and brought his hands to your face. He cupped your cheeks with a certain kind of tenderness that surprised you as his eyes scanned your neck. A tear finally fell when his brows furrowed with concern. Why would he care when your own boyfriend didn't?

"The fuck are you doing?" Ransom snapped when Steve began to pepper gentle kisses along the column of your throat.

Your eyes slipped shut, but it wasn't completely out of fear. The feel of his lips should have made you shudder in disgust, but you found yourself craving more. Was it pathetic? You didn't care.

"I told you, she's my girl now," Steve murmured against your skin. "And if I ever see you touch her like that again, I'll tear you apart. Limb from limb."

Ransom's laugh sounded bitter and ugly as you opened your eyes. "You want my sloppy seconds so badly, be my guest. Little slut's probably creaming herself from the attention."

"This whole thing is your fault, Ransom," you reminded him, another bitter tear falling from your eye. The anger whirling inside you couldn't be contained any longer. "So if you're going to offer me up like a slut, the least I can do is enjoy it."

Steve kissed up to the corner of your mouth, smiling. "Enjoy it? Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember he existed. Because every thought of him will be fucked out of you. I can promise you that."

You shivered and dared to glance at Ransom out of the corner of your eye.

“You really are a fucking slut,” he sneered before Bucky pressed the gun to his temple.

“No one twisted your arm to offer her.”

"I could just let you kill him,” you pointed out to Steve, the last shred of sympathy for Ransom fading as another tear slid down your cheek.

"I'd take you anyway," Steve whispered, brushing his lips against your cheek to take the tear away. "I wanted you the moment I saw you and I'm a very determined man."

You were light on your feet as you brought a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Something to keep you from falling. "I won't be a pawn. If you're going to keep me, actually keep me, prove to me why I shouldn't run."

"I have ways to keep you from running," his voice deepened, a flash of Ransom dragging you to bed filling your mind. "But I'd rather not chase you away to begin with."

“She loves to put up a fight. Helps her sleep at night instead of admitting she’s as fucked up as the rest of us.”

You weren't sure if it was the disdain in Ransom's voice or the rage in Steve's eyes, but a surge of unexpected power emerged from the bitterness. "What was it you said, Ran? You'd let his men run a train on me if it keeps you out of jail?"

"What are you suggesting, sweetheart?" Steve asked, his gaze curious as he pulled back to regard you.

"While I don't want that, I want Ransom to watch you fuck me," you spoke, standing a bit straighter as you looked him in the eye. You refused to look weak. "I want him to see you split me open with your cock and make me cry from how good it feels. When you're done, then I'll forget he ever existed."

Bucky chuckled, but you didn't look his way. You didn't dare look away from Steve as his gaze drifted to your lips. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. My wife's gonna love you."

"Done," Steve whispered before his mouth descended on yours.

You didn't fight as his tongue slid past your parted lips. You welcomed his dominance, his control. Oh, he was going to make you become addicted. The dampening in your panties was a sure sign of that.

"You're fucking stupid if you think I'll watch him fuck her!"

Ransom's voice wasn't enough to break the spell that Steve's kiss had over you. Maybe you were trading one evil for another, but this was the door you willingly walked through. You threw away the key the moment you took Ransom's hand.

Now you'd have a better hand to guide you.

"You'll watch," Bucky promised. "But, punk, my doll might kill me if I have to watch, too. You understand."

The almost lighthearted tone of Steve's friend was enough to stop the kiss, giving you a moment to take a much needed deep breath. "Get Ari over here. He'll make sure he keeps his eyes open."

"You fucking-"

You jumped when Bucky smacked Ransom in the face with his gun, effectively cutting off his next words. The hit made his nose bleed and you took sick pleasure in watching it stain his sweater, his hands flying up to try and stop it. If you were the sacrifice, he had to pay in blood for your offering.

"Any other conditions or questions?" Steve asked, turning your face back toward him as your now ex's swears and groans were muffled.

"Will you be good to me?”

“You have my word and I’ll do what I can to make sure you trust me.”

Ransom may have been your worst mistake, but the silver lining was that you'd no longer be in his prison. Your body was a small price to pay to join Steve in a larger, better cage. You could still fly. Maybe you’d give him your heart in time.

Maybe you could also convince Steve to take Ransom down anyway. For his grandfather, for the kid, for you. For every person he hurt.

You won't die, Ransom, but you'll pay. Everyone has to pay for their sins eventually.

“Then we should get started," you stated, sealing your fate.

"Call Ari. Now," Steve ordered Bucky, looking at Ransom with an unsympathetic smile. “You heard her. Let’s get started.”

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hkpika07 · 3 months

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How do you think Gordon would show affection? Does he express it through physical touch or words?

YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT HOW EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED GORDON IS AND THE SUBTLETIES OF HOW HE SHOWS LOVE

Okay Gordon is…. Not good at showing affection to say the least. It takes him years to even begin to soften up around his fellow engines and even when he does it’s very rare. But that’s not to say he doesn’t love and appreciate his friends far from it. Though he hides it under a million layers of coded jargon and fake anger/annoyance. (To which I’ve labeled Gordon Jargon) I honestly think if he tried to expression affection through words like a normal person he’d struggle to stutter out half a sentence then explode and crumble into dust.

I even drew a little comic about it. But I’m too lazy to grab the link since I’m answering this on mobile. So to summarize, Gordon will hide his worry/affection.care under a billion different layers that you have to decode. For example he might say to Edward. “You never shunt my coaches right, I’ll do it myself.” Is his was of saying “thanks for helping me up the hill again. I’ll shunt my coaches so you can take a break.” Or he might say “No no, big strong engines like myself don’t need the warm berth. We are perfectly fine without it. I’m far too strong to rely on such frivolities.” Is his way of saying “you take the warm berth, I heard you had a bad run in with the snow earlier, please take the warm berth so you can rest up.” And his most common phrase “You are such a stupid silly little engine what on earth were you thinking!?” Is his way of saying he was worried about you.

Gordon also probably shows a lot of emotion through micro-expressions because of that patented Gresly Emotional Repression™️

Another way of him showing affection is the amount of time it takes for him to apologize to you. His image is very important to him. He despises being wrong or being in the wrong. And will take a bit to apologize since he doesn’t want to admit it. Now he will always apologize since he learns from his mistakes and is a good person at heart but the amount of time it takes for him to apologize depends on the person and the situation. He will apologize to Edward and Henry the fastest, since not only does he realize he’s wrong he also doesn’t want to see them upset.

Gordon is not a physical touch person at all. I would say his love language is acts of service. He’ll do little things like shunt his own coaches, let others take the turntable first, let them go ahead of him for water, coal or go first at the steam works.

In ITAR specifically, he shows affection with his avatar as well. While he doesn’t do hugs or physical touch, the most he’ll do is give you an approving shoulder pat. Though he has made a couple of exceptions. He was pulled into a hug by Edward and Henry a few times (they always initiated the hug), he gave James an affectionate side hug at the end of the great race, he has hugged Spencer after the silver slick had a emotional breakdown, and the only time he ever initiated a hug was when he had his own emotional breakdown in front of Edward. But the most often way he’ll show affection with his avatar (and this is a sign you’ve earned his trust) is by giving you his jacket. If you’re cold, or sad and he cares about you, he will toss his jacket in your face or throw it around your shoulders. He’s probably the most affectionate with his kids. He will leave a small plate of coal and mug of water for his kids as well as give them some hair ruffling.

In ITAR one of the only times Gordon has actively shown great amounts of parental emotion is in Journey Beyond Sodor when James and Thomas get lost on the mainland. He has a panic attack because James is gone. If anything happened to any one of his kids he’d be a wreck. He worries by anxiously pacing back and forth for hours, hand over his mouth not saying a word.

#red answers #it takes a railway au #ttte gordon #everyone look red is yelling about that old man again.#in other news fork found in sink #anyways I love Gordon I love how cold and uncaring he seems but is actually bursting with love #but he’s emotionally repressed and has so many issues he has to hide it under a million layers of bullshit #HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS FAMILY BUT HE WILL NEVER OPENLY SAY IT OR SHOW IT

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bitegore · 1 year

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stuntikitties! individual bits and thinkythoughts under the cut :D

Kittycat Drag Strip is about the fluffiest out of the entire batch of regular kitties, and he's very soft. He wants your attention and your love or else you HATE HIM FOREVER. How dare you leave the house. How dare you shut the bathroom door. If you try to pet any of the other kitties he will come over and bite your ankles. He's not even a good lap cat; he squirms too much. But he's very, very soft.

A friend of mine pointed out he could be a rare male dilute calico, which I think he'd like. Assigned rare coat color at "that would give your ego a boost, wouldn't it" XD

Dead End is the least fluffy and the sleekest out of all of them, but he's also the most well-groomed so his fur lays flat because he said so and he will die if it doesn't. He does not want to be touched, because don't you dare fuck up his fur. He spends an abnormal amount of time grooming himself on the daily.

By virtue of being the specialest boy on the planet (read: colorblind-ish) brown and maroon are the same to me even if they aren't to you. This is how I picked the colors for him. He's sort of a desaturated marooney color with stripes because I thought those marbled looking stripes were cool.

Wildrider is one of those cats who desperately wants into every single thing and loves problems. He will climb your curtains and he can jump ten feet in the air. He knows what (some) handles are and how to use them exclusively because he loves mischief. Will run by and steal chicken nuggets directly out of your hands and eat them. He is a horrible chaos goblin and he never gets the fuck out of sillymode and he is having so much fun. Good luck. At least he's fluffy, and affectionate when he's not biting your fingers because it's funny that you make noise.

When I did my (robot) Stunticon redesigns (that i also havent posted anywhere) I made Dead End and Wildrider sort of like the brighter and darker versions of each other. I made some attempt to make Wildrider look like if Dead End, the first one I drew, were fluffier and brighter colored... and then I went "wait, but wildrider is my stupid little punk baby and i like that he's red and black" and gave him some sort of little dark cape marking. I have no idea if that's a thing that happens to real cats, where they get like dark back/topline, but i think it works for him. Also he looks like a little tiger and I think that's cute. H

Breakdown is one of those cats that like desperately needs to be taken to a vet and prescribed kitty anti-anxiety meds. However it is also the only reason you haven't lost him yet because this is also the smartest fucking cat ever. He understands how every single kind of doorknob and every kind of lock works and he is probably capable of turning on the TV himself. If it weren't for the fact that he's terrified of Outside he would've just gone outside one day and come back later and you would be none the wiser unless you locked the door and he freaked out on your porch. He used to get into the cabinets and take food out to share with the other kitties but you put child locks on them and thought that was good because you didn't see it happen again until one day you tried to pull a plastic bag out from under the sink or something and found him napping inside the bag of treats. He will vanish for multiple days on end if strangers ring the doorbell and avoids mirrors like the plague.

full disclosure, i based his patterns off a friend's cat because I wanted him to be the most cute. But largely the thought process was something like "He has an orange face and little orange details but mostly he's blue so he should mostly be blue". Not very complicated. His little collar has a heart decal because i couldnt come up with anything else and I'd given Dead End a skull, so I wanted to give him a shape too. I gave up on that when I drew Drag Strip.

Motormaster is like a good forty pounds of cat and enormously fluffy. The only reason he's not a terrible chewed up tom with like one ear missing and scars everywhere is because you keep him indoors and he is not smart enough to figure out how to open the back door. (He did run out straight through the screen door one summer until you stopped having a screen though. He tried it with a glass door later. This did not work so well.) He has fur so deep you could lose your hand in it and a collar that is in fact lost in it. I had the most trouble transferring his design to kittycat because he's like. purple. But I think this worked out.

All five of them come from the same litter because I said so and I wanted them to look similar. That's why their stripes are basically the same, and why they all have such similar little white bits. Dead End and Drag Strip get visors on account of I Said So. They're all bonded to each other but they also all fight constantly and they are all just a little bit too clever for your own good. If you have the stunticats you cannot have nice things, this is just how it works.

#catformers #stunticons #drag strip #motormaster #wildrider #dead end #breakdown #wildrider's shenanigans my beloved. make this man a cat so he can cause more mundane chaos #bitegore art #go to oozeandgoo-art for my new work #this inspired by a conversation on discord and then even more inspired by further conversation on same discord

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uxiepeach · 4 months

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MY MUTUAL WROTE A FANFIC ABOUT ME AND MY HUSBAND ALES AND IM SO!! HAPPY!!! credits to @tessiex17!!!!!

story under the read more cut ; !!

It was a cold evening in the middle of winter, the kind of cold where you can see your breath in the air through every exhale. A cold wind blew mercilessly against Ales's face, causing a shiver to run through his body. He furrowed his brow as emotions of disdain for the cold bubbled up in his thoughts.

"You okay?"

Ales heared the sweet voice of his partner, Uxie ask him. He looked to them, their fluffy pink hair swaying in the breeze. Ales's expression softened instinctively after looking towards his loving boyfriend, a feeling of warmth softly blooming in his chest from the sense of comfort Uxie brings him.

"Yea yea, im alright"

Ales spoke dismissively before looking away from Uxie, not wanting to bother lum with his minor problems. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand rest on top of his own. He looked down to his hand, watching as Uxie drew small circles with his thumb on Ales palm. The sensation was soothing. His eyes trailed back up to meet his partners soft expression.

"You know I can read you like an open book, right?"

Uxie teased as a gentle smile rested on his face.

"You can tell me what's wrong"

He said a little more softly as his free hand cupped the side of Ales's face affectionately. Uxies eyes rested on their partner with full focused on him.

"It's stupid"

Ales dismissed again, his words mumbled

"You can still tell me"

Uxie encouraged. He could feel Ales rest his face more onto Uxies hand, melting slowly into the affectionate touch of his lover.

"I'm just a bit cold, that's all"

Uxies expression softened as his thumb rubbed gently against Ales's cheek. He could feel from just touching Ales's face how cold he really was as his skin was chilling to the touch. Uxie scooted themselves closer to Ales

"Here, I can help warm you up"

Uxie cood to their partner as they moved closer to him. They rested their hand on the back of Ales's head as he pressed himself closer to Uxie. He could feel his face redden slightly at the clossness of them both. Ales wasn't very used to affection, but he craved it so badly from Uxie. He had never felt this way for anyone before, but once he met Uxie, it was like a switch in his brain had been flipped, and ever since then, he couldn't imagine a life without his beautiful boyfriend.

"Is that better?"

Uxie whispered sweetly to him. He nodded slowly in response, burying his face into Uxies soft pink jumper. A small smile grew onto Ales's face as he closed his eyes and snuggled himself closer to his partners chest, his face still feeling hot from all the affection. He felt a warm fabric wrap around him like a cozy blanket. He opened is eyes to see that Uxie had wrapped his cape around the both of them to help keep the heat in.

"Is this okay?, it should help keep you warm"

Uxies asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. His soft smile never left his face as he talked with his partner.

"Yea"

Ales hummed

"This is nice"

His words were only loud enough for Uxie to hear as he wrapped his arms around their torso, squeezing himself as close to his partner as he possibly could. He couldn't get enough of Uxie's scent. They always had a sweet smell to them that was absolutely intoxicating to Ales. He just wanted to cuddle them forever. He felt soft lips press against his forhead in a loving kiss, which made his face burn brighter.

"Yea, this is nice, isn't it"

Uxie repeated after Ales as their hand stroked through his hair. Ales snuggled up to their chest, burying himself in Uxies cape and jumper, enjoying the heat that radiated off of them. He shut his eyes once more, a feeling of relaxation washing over him as his partner held him close softly, playing with his hair until sleep washed over him

#f/o #romantic f/o #selfship #selfshipper #self ship #ales mansay #rayman s/i #rayman self insert #rayman ales #rayman oc #selfship post #fictional other #self ship community #s/i community #f/o x s/i #s/i x canon #s/i #fanfic #fan fiction

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yeah-ima-nerd · 2 years

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ALR SO HEAR ME OUT-

Teekl who instantly likes s/o and always takes their attention away from klarion leading to klarion being clingy to reader while reader just gives him all of the affection and love he wants

Alr here it is! :3 I'ma warn you, it's pretty cute!

Teekl rubbed up against your leg as you picked her up and scratched her small tummy. "Who's a good kitten?" You coo'ed to her, while she purred as loud as a tractor. You placed her on your lap while you scrolled on your smartphone. Teekl instantly was attached to you when you met Klarion. She always cuddled with you on the couch. She was VERY affectionate when it came to you. Klarion frowned looking at you and Teekl. "What?" You asked. He pointed at Teekl. You shrugged and stroked her more. "What about mee?" He drew out his letters making a puppy dog face. Irresistible, really. "What are you talking about?" He walked up to you picking Teekl off your lap and laying across you." That's better, he stretched out, nearly falling asleep. You rolled your eyes playfully, then drawing your attention back to your phone. Teekl hissed a little, jumping up and laying on Klar's face. "Teekl!" He yelled putting her on the ground again, sitting up now and folding his arms. "Stupid cat." Teekl glared back at him, and before Klarion relaxed again, she jumped straight back up on you. "Stop it Teekl!" He exclaimed frustratedly."Guys stop, I can love you both equally!" They didn't listen and still fought over you. Teekl meowed at Klarion and then he gasped. "HOW DARE YOU! Who taught you to act like that!" "Oh right, me." He frowned folding his arms. Then grabbing you and pulling you closer. Taking you by surprise. "Ha! Take that Teekl, you don't have arms!" He stuck his tongue out at her, then continuing to hold you close as if you were a doll. Teekl tugged on your pants-cuff and made an irresistible face which prompted you to pick her up. "Aww!" You squealed. She purred, getting cozy. "Huh?!" Klarion looked, angry. He was about to push her off of you again. But you stopped him. "No more arguing, I love you both equally. If you start arguing again, I'm just leaving." You threatened. "Fine..." Klarion agreed, followed by a meow. You sighed of relief and stroked both Teekl and Klarion.

#klarion bleak #klarion #klarion the witch boy #teekl #yj klarion #yj teekl #young justice #klarion x y/n #klarion x reader

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Mollyyyy, can we have a spicy sunday of 'my hand...' when they are together??? please please pleaseeee

These two idiots just being stupid and finally admitting they're in love

Everything felt almost exactly the same, that was the odd thing. Kate's routine hadn't changed at all. She got up, she took Newton for a quick walk, the little dog tugging on his leash sharply as he hunted down smell after smell. Then she tried to do some work, carefully inking each picture before she made her way down to Anthony's bakery for lunch. She'd had the same routine since she graduated university, her heart fluttering in her chest as she leaned across the counter, Anthony grinning so handsomely at her as he put together a sandwich for her. It was all the same, and yet it wasn't.

She woke up in Anthony's flat now, moved in together after just three weeks of officially dating, the mattress buzzing softly as she lay against Anthony's chest, their bare skin burning together as Anthony sighed, ruffling his hair, getting up to go about his day with a gentle Go back to sleep, babe. Everywhere they went his fingers were intertwined with hers, Anthony sometimes typing to her on his phone rather than letting go of her hand. Every time they parted, every time they met he drew her against his chest, letting their lips find one another lazily, his hands on the front of her jacket that had once been his, holding her against his chest. She wasn't My girl, Kate anymore, either. No. She'd caught it a few days after they'd fallen into this relationship, Anthony's words still echoing in her mind I have loved you every day from the day I met you and I'll keep loving you for the rest of my life if you'll give me a chance. I'll give you all of those things. Marriage and babies and everything else.

Anthony had been chatting away with a customer when she'd walked in, sliding into one of the seats and watching him as his brow furrowed, at whatever the customer was saying, gesturing at something Kate couldn't see. Suddenly his face lit up, nodding as his chest puffed, gesturing at the picture of the two of them on the wall on opening day.

"That's my wife, Kate."

her heart had pounded in her chest, as their eyes met over the woman's shoulder.

"What was that you called me?" She'd teased him after the woman had left and Anthony had leaned over the counter, kissing her quickly.

Anthony had rolled his eyes, "Kate. That's your name remember? No matter how many times I call you a Goddess, it's not actually your name."

She'd given him a rude hand gesture as he smiled smugly, "That's not what I'm talking about. You called me your wife. You have a question you want to ask me?"

Anthony flushed, waving her off, "It doesn't mean literally wife it just means we're committed."

Kate blinked at him. "The sign is literally a ring on a finger." She chuckled as he pouted sarcastically leaning over the counter to kiss him quickly before she spoke again, "Buy me a ring baby boy and you can call me your wife all you want."

He hadn't, but he hadn't stopped calling her his wife.

Kate hadn't thought there could be any more intimacy between them. Anthony knew everything there was to know about her already. He knew that she hated cucumber and thought chocolate ice cream was sickening and he knew that she thought about her father every day, just as he thought about his. But there was so much intimacy that hadn't been there before. Intimacy in showering together, in waking up every day beside someone with his arm slung over her waist and his lips on her neck intimacy in where they were now. Though it was a position she'd been in hundreds of times before.

They were laying on the sofa, Something Kate was only half paying attention to on the TV, Anthony's arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on her shoulder and it felt nice. Though they'd always been affectionate in this way, to name it for what it was.

Anthony's fingers were tracing patterns on her stomach, his thumb nudging her shirt out of the way, his palm splayed across her a little possessively. It was the same few motions, his index finger pressed lightly against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Letters she realised.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U

Kate's heart hammered in her chest as she reached down, pressing his palm against her skin a little more firmly, turning her head just slightly, to nudge her nose against his. She reached out, running her finger down the bridge of his nose

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-T-O-O

Anthony grinned at her leaning down until their lips met. It felt different from when they'd kissed as teenagers and he'd pulled back a little dazed his hands shaking Yeah, you're a good kisser. Different from when Jack Davies actually had kissed her at the end of their date and her heart had sunk in her chest and she'd tried not to think it. Anthony's was better. It felt different than when they'd been eighteen and Anthony's shirt had hit the ground and Kate hadn't known what came over her, only that she'd wanted him. Different even than when they'd been 21 and a little drunk as they'd celebrated their graduation and suddenly his hands had been all over her and his lips had trailed down her body while his eyes asked the question. Different from the dozens of times they'd fallen into bed together over the years until now.

His lips were a little rough with the scratch of the stubble on his cheeks, his tongue tangling lazily with hers making her heart pound in her chest. A soft, satisfied noise broke free from Anthony's chest as Kate turned a little, laying flat against the sofa cushions now, her legs falling open for Anthony to nestle between. The weight of him was familiar now, pressing her into the sofa as their lips moved together and their hands started to roam freely. Anthony let out a stuttered groan as his lips fell to her neck, his hands twisting in the front of her T-shirt, tugging lightly, one of their signals. Can we take this off?

Kate nodded, tugging the shirt from her body, shivering a little as she lay in only her underwear, the only thing she'd bothered to put on when she'd left their bed this morning, no plans, the entire day stretching on in front of them. She couldn't help but smile as Anthony tugged his own shirt eagerly over his head, sighing unhappily as it got stuck. The muscles of his chest flexed in the early afternoon sunlight, the same muscles he pretended he didn't work out for but she knew that since they'd started dating he'd slipped off to the gym every day after the bakery closed, denying it completely.

A light moan left Kate's chest as Anthony's lips nipped and sucked down her body, his eyes roaming over her hungrily as his fingers slipped into the waistband of her underwear.

The first touch of his fingers sent her eyes rolling back in her head, it always did. He seemed to know exactly what to do, always, as though they were connected this way as well. Anthony made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat as he nuzzled against her chest, his hand moving gently over her. Kate could feel the heat building in the pit of her stomach already, sharp moans and gasps falling from her lips as her fingers tangled in Anthony's hair holding him against her chest, letting him feel the vibrations of the sound he drew from her.

It crashed over her quicker than she'd been expecting, her hips bucking against his hand a little roughly as pleasure rolled over her in waves.

Anthony was grinning a little smugly when he lifted his head, groaning lightly as his fingers slipped past his lips and he sucked loudly, crudely, his eyes burning with hers.

"My favourite." His hands moved confidently as he spoke, Kate left panting against the sofa, rolling her eyes despite the fact she was practically on fire for him.

Without warning she let her legs tighten around his waist rolling them until they fell to the floor, cushioned by the soft rug, Kate straddling him.

She tossed her hair a little smugly, her hands falling to the waistband of his pyjama shorts already grinding against him as she tugged them down. She couldn't help the smugness she felt, Anthony pinned beneath her with his eyes rolling back in his head at the feel of their bodies pressed together. His fingers were digging into her hips, tapping lightly. Another of their signs. Please. Please Kate.

Fuck

The strangled noise fell from Anthony's lips as their hips rocked together for the first time, his eyes screwed shut against the feeling for a long moment, his chest already heaving. Another desperate moan fell from his lips as her hips rolled again and his eyes shot open, looking hungrily at her.

Kate

She loved these moments when Anthony forgot to feel awkward about his voice and it was just the two of them, as she took his hands, intertwining their fingers, pressing them into her skin as the feel of them rocking together, her body moving over his, her chest heaving from the exertion while the entire world seemed to burst into flames around them.

One of his hands snuck around her back, the heel of his hand pressed firmly into the base of her spine More. More.

It was messy, and rough, as their lips met hungrily and their teeth clashed together but still all she felt was the connection. All she felt was Anthony, all around her, his eyes on hers as she drove them higher and higher into oblivion. Anthony's hips were bucking roughly against hers, the rhythm they'd found together lost completely as her thighs shook around him and her vision blurred and

Anthony!

She fell apart again, collapsing against his chest as Anthony let out a loud roar and fell as well, stillness overtaking them.

Kate chuckled as she finally dragged herself off his chest, still breathing heavily as she spoke, her hands shaking just a little. "I love you."

And the very last thing she expected Anthony to say was "I want to have a baby."

Kate's mouth fell open in surprise. Anthony, who for years and years had adamantly declared he was never getting married, never having children, asking her to have his child.

"I- Are you asking me?"

He looked a little guilty as he sat up, ruffling his hair, adjusting his glasses. "I... didn't really mean to say that, but I do want us to have a baby."

Kate floundered for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I want that too one day but you have to ask me to marry you first."

Anthony grinned, that same cheeky smile that had made her fall in love with him in a hundred different moments "Haven't I done that yet?"

"No, you haven't. Engagement, wedding, then a cute baby Anthony."

He rolled his eyes, nudging her chin with his nose. "I want a cute baby Kate."

"Well you aren't having either until you marry me." Kate sighed dramatically, "My Grandma Sharma would have a fit."

And sure, a year later when they stood in front of their friends and family and took the first steps of their life together, she was two months pregnant, but Grandma Sharma didn't need to know that, Kate supposed.

#my hand was the one you reached for au #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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brunettemermaid · 2 years

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folklore tells different stories with different characters, it tells Rebekah Harkness story, Augustine story, but to me it tells mainly Betty and James’s love story.

The song Exile explains the end of their relationship. I’m not quite sure if they were actually a couple because of the lines playing hide and seek in cardigan. It feels more like they were in the beggining of something, in the pre-relationship phase. Betty and James lived in the same town, and went to the same school, therefore I assume they have known each other their whole lifes, maybe they were kind of best friends since they were little. folklore picks up their story when they are seventeen. Seven talks about two childhood friends, and one of them tells the other: your dad is always mad and what if seven is from James’s perspective. We know for a fact that Betty has a complicated relationship with his father and that James drew stars around her scars...

James watched Betty dance with another guy, maybe an ex of Betty’s, at the school’s gym, and if it is Betty’s ex I can see James thinking I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending, I’ve been left behind before and she chose him not me, maybe she doesn’t choose me now. So, James left before he got left, just like Betty said: Peter leaving Wendy. Wendy left Peter, not the other way around so that’s why he tried to change his fate. Betty saw James and she saw in his eyes that he wasn’t sure of their relationship, that he was already thinking she had gotten back with her ex if that was the case or that she just simply had found another guy. James was a deeply insecure person, he was so different from Betty who was confident about herself and about him, she knew him when he didn’t even know himself yet. He didn’t know anything, as he himself says in Betty but he knew he loved her, howewer, he didn’t believe she loved him back. That night at the dance was just as taylor said the insult to the already existing injury.

Their relationship ended because despite she gave so many signs, he didn’t see them. I think it makes more sense that they were broken up, or that they were never really together as I said before, than the whole cheating thing. Plus, Taylor never said he cheated, it’s not even official. She refers as Augustine as the girl James spent the summer with, not the girl he cheated on Betty with. Also, in cardigan Betty never said anything about cheating, she just said chase two girls, which could also mean than she and James weren’t even a real consolidated thing and they were obviously not together because they spent the summer appart. The thing is he didn’t cheat but it was still wrong. He gave up on the hard relationship, the one he had to put effort and work on, the one he truly wanted to be in though, and went to Augustine. Augustine seemed like the safe choice, the person who wasn’t gonna hurt him cause he didn’t have any real feelings for her. Let’s say she couldn’t see the smiles he was faking and his heart wasn’t breaking cause he didn’t feel anything at all (okay... enough). August was a classmate at school, maybe even Betty’s friend at school and she was very in love with James. She jumped into a relationship with him just living for the hope of it all but she knew deep in her heart, he was never her’s, he was Betty’s. August is the third person in every love triangle, she loves him and James cares about her and he will try to lie to himself and tell himself he’s alright but he’s not, he will always love Betty. However, when summer was over and they had to face each other again, James didn’t know how to talk to Betty, after she had known thanks to Inez that he had spent the summer with some other girl, that soon, without even trying to work on them. So him, a 17 year old stupid (affectionate, but yeah he was) boy spent days fantasizing about showing up at her party and about everything going back to the way it was.

The one picks up the story years later from Betty's perspective. Betty is an adult now, she’s moved on and she’s supposedly happy with life. However, she can’t help but wonder what could her life have been if something had been different, if James would have showed up at her party just like James wanted to but he never did as we get to know in Betty. I also belive hoax is the continuation to the one. She sings I don’t want no other shade of blue but you. She rathers holding onto the what ifs and remember him and their story than let him go forever and and get him out of her heart.

The story goes on and on in cardigan. We know that Betty KNEW he’d come back, she didn’t know when but she knew he eventually would. She knew he would come back not only to her, but to the town. In cardigan Betty talks about leaving, running and stepping on the last train, and I belive she doesn’t only talk about that cruel summer but also about him leaving for good later on. And this leads us to this is me trying, James's song. this is me trying is James’s cardigan, his 17 year old has Betty but he’s 30 something has this is me trying. James didn’t know if Betty still loved him: I didn't know if you'd care if I came back but he sure did still love her and he regrets what happened, how their relationship ended, how he left her. Because that’s what he did, he left Betty and that’s what Betty cursed for the longest time. He now says that although he doesn’t know what to say he’s there on her doorway, just like Betty knew when she was young. James is not fantazasing anymore about being there, like he did in Betty, he is now confirming he’s there indeed. To him Betty is a flashback in his town, she is his town, BETTY= TOWN. James even calls her his town in exile too: You were MY TOWN. He can’t go anywhere but there cause all he wants is her. And that links to My tears ricochet (I don’t think this song is about them but some parts fit) cause he can go anywhere he wants to just not home and as I said before Betty=town=home.

Now, the songs that puts an ending to this love story are peace (James’s pov) and invisible string (Betty’s pov) Peace takes place after James and Betty had gotten back together and it starts with our coming of age has come and gone, see they’re not teenagers anymore. James has grown and he is now a mature person, the person Betty knew he could be. He has finally learn to communicate and to be honest and open with Betty, to tell her his insecurities like you’re integrity makes me feel small. Finally, in invisible string (I know it’s about Taylor and Joe but I like this ending to their story) Betty, an overthinker and a person who believed in fate, remember I knew you’d come back to me, replays what they have gotten through in their life and how all along there was some invisible string tying them together. It is so satisfactory that they end up together in the end.

#taylor swift #folklore #folklore taylor swift #taylor swift analysis #folklore love triangle #taylorswift #music analysis #ts #taylor swift lyrcs #I will probably talk about Augustine story in the future #this is a free interpretation btw

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years

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Fic: 100 Days

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Drug abuse mentioned, shame, feelings of inadequacy, family life, first time sex after baby, cunnilingus, lactation kink, body issues, PiV sex, squirting, sweet talk, having to be quiet during sex, multiple orgasms, tell me if I missed something.

Words: 4,647

Summary: Frankie gets his 100 days chip and Jay knows how to celebrate that.

A/N: @apascalrascal and I have talked about this for a long time and she basically wrote half of the original idea, how their first time sex after having Bianca would be like, so shoutout to her!

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple (let me know if you want in)

The smell of homemade tamales surprises Frankie at the front door and throws him a little. That always happens; tamales smell like childhood and bring up memories of his mamá’s embrace, warm, delicious meals, and that childlike feeling of neverending summer and no worries in the world.

Jay learned to make tamales from his mother and nowadays, Frankie might actually like Jay’s better. Then again, he’s highly biased.

”Jay?” he calls as he closes the door behind him, kicks off his shoes, and hangs up his hat. Drawing his hand through his thick hair, he walks to the kitchen, where he’s attacked by Alma who shrieks SUPWISE and throws herself at him.

”What’s all this?” he smiles as he catches Alma in his arms and hoists her up.

”It’s a surprise,” Jay explains from the stove as she turns it off before joining him and Alma, Bianca on her arm. ”Did you get it?”

Frankie nods. Yes, he did get it. He digs his hand into his pocket and fishes it up: the the coin for his 100 days of sobriety.

”What’s that?” Alma wants to know immediately.

”Daddy got it for being the best daddy in the world,” Jay explains as Frankie hands her the coin to look at. Alma is too young to understand drug addiction but has always known that her dad is the greatest.

Jay turns the coin over in his hand before relinquishing it to Alma, who inspects it with an unimpressed look on her face as Jay leans in to give Frankie a kiss.

”I’m so, so proud of you,” she lets him know in a low voice before pecking his lips again. ”And I love you so much, Frankie.” Another peck before she wraps her free arm around him and leans her head to his shoulder, pressing her nose to his neck for a long, affectionate sniff. He’s wearing the cologne she likes.

Alma squirms and Frankie puts her down before putting his arms around Jay and kissing her forehead, then Bianca’s.

”Nothing to fuss about,” he tries to shrug, but the welcome has gotten to him, and his throat feels tight. When Alma comes back to him with a card that says Best Daddy in the world that she drew herself, the tears come. He lifts Alma up again, hugs her tightly, kisses her cheek, hugs Jay and Bianca, kisses them all, just wants to hold his little family, his wonderful girls forever. To think that he came so close to losing all of them, all of this, for some cocaine…? He still can’t believe how stupid he was.

Jay kisses his tears away. ”It’s okay, baby.”

Alma asks him why he’s crying and he smiles at her as he chokes out: ”Because I’m so happy I got you all, mijita. I love you so much. You, Bianca, mommy.”

”I love you too, papa.”

Jay lets her hand slide down to Frankie’s ass and gives it a little squeeze before she tells him to take a seat at the table.

”I made tamales to celebrate.”

”Tamales!” Alma shrieks and hurries over to her chair. Frankie grins at Jay and removes her hand. Jay smirks back.

”Can’t blame me for trying,” she tells him innocently as she puts Bianca down in the high chair before taking the huge platter of tamales to the middle of the table. ”Okay, everyone, dig in.”

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After reading Alma her bedtime story and cuddling her until she falls asleep, Frankie leaves her room on light feet and closes the door softly. He yawns as he makes his way to the kitchen. He almost dozed off himself, uncomfortably folded on Alma’s kid-size bed as he was, and now he stretches until he hears joints pop.

The kitchen is tidied up after the evening meal and he drums his fingers on the countertop, looking around. There’s something restless in him tonight, ever since Jay put her hand on his ass earlier. It lit something in him, something he has been repressing ever since he was allowed back home.

Desire. Horniness, to put it plainly. Sure, he hasn’t been oblivious to Jay’s body, he never is, and seeing her lactate always does something to him. But he has been denying himself. Jay may have forgiven him but he still hasn’t been able to grant himself the same grace. He has thrown himself into being a father, making up for lost time with Alma while going to meetings, busying himself with home repairs, volunteering at the VA center, putting in some hours here and there at a friend’s car repair shop. He lost his job when his addiction was revealed and money is now tight. He feels responsible for that and the guilt, in addition to the shame he feels for almost throwing his wonderful life away, made him deny himself the right to think about sex. It’s been easy, of course, what with Jay recovering from childbirth, but he’s not made of stone. Her love language is touch and she has not been withholding that; always brushing her hand over his back when close to him, giving him little hugs and kisses, playing with the curls at the back of his hair when they watch TV at night when the kids are down. He can’t help leaning into those touches. He craves them with everything that he is while knowing that he has not deserved them. Jay relentlessly keeps reminding him of his worth, though, and he loves her desperately for it.

Now that old familiar feeling is reminding himself that he loves her body as well, and he misses it. He misses sex. He longs for the soar and surrender, the ecstasy, her sounds, how she feels. The magic of her climax when his mouth is on her and she’s shaking, squirming, praising his name.

He shakes his head trying to rid it of these thoughts. He can’t get worked up. The initiative has to come from her, he has to be neutral until she tells him she’s ready. That she considers him worthy.

His hand slides inside the pocket in his jeans where the 100 days chip is. He feels it against his fingers, reminds himself that it is an achievement. He has done good. He is making amends.

Still, it’s hard.

Looking for something to do, he walks through the house towards the laundry room, where he finds Jay emptying the washing machine and loading up the dryer. She glances up and smiles.

”Alma go down okay?”

”Out like a light.”

”Thank god we managed to make kids who don’t have issues with sleeping,” Jay sighs as she closes the hatch of the dryer and turns it on. She then turns to Frankie.

”You okay?”

”Yeah, why?”

Slowly, Jay comes up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders when she’s standing right in front of him.

”You’ve been so quiet ever since you came back from your meeting.”

He shrugs. ”Big day.”

”It was,” Jay nods, squeezing his shoulders lightly. ”And don’t you dare diminish that. It’s a big achievement.”

”Shouldn’t have done drugs in the first place.”

”No, you shouldn’t,” Jay agrees, sliding her hands up the back of his neck and burying her fingers in his hair. ”But you did, and you cleaned up. You’re a wonderful, responsible person, Frankie. You just got a little lost. We all do.”

With that, she pulls him in for a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers thread through his hair like they always do and Frankie lets the familiar touch lull him into a sense of security and peace. Carefully, as if asking for permission, his hand touch her waist. When Jay moves to gently press up against him, he drops his hands to her hips and dares to pull her in. She sighs against his lips, a pleasant, breathless little sound, and that makes him even bolder. He brushes his lips against hers again before covering her mouth, this time with more conviction. His groin feels strained as his cock twitches and starts to harden. Jay feels the growing bulge and she smiles against his lips.

”Missed me?” she murmurs, and that brings Frankie back to reality.

”Sorry, I…”

”Don’t apologize,” she cuts him off immediately. Her blue eyes are dark and slightly glassy, her lips parted. ”Frankie, I want you. Do you want me?”

He swallows, his throat tight. ”Jay, I know I hurt our family bad. I don’t deserve this.”

”That’s not what I asked.”

She’s not going to let him pity himself. Frankie has to smile at the Jayness of it all.

”I will always want you, amor.”

”Then here I am.”

He crashes his mouth to hers, his arms going around her and hugging her tight against him, relishing the full body contact with her. They have cuddled up during sleep since he came home, almost every night, in fact, but that has been innocent. This is not. His jeans are feeling tighter by the minute and when Jay’s hands grab two handfuls of ass, pressing him harder against her, his thoughts go to all the times she’s pegged and spanked him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

”Can we?” he groans against her lips, remembering that it’s only been a little over two months since Bianca was born. Get a grip, calm down, be careful, but not too careful because Jay will lose her shit if she thinks she’s being handled like a porcelain figurine…

”We can,” Jay confirms in a similar breathless whine before breaking free from him to pull her t-shirt over her head. She’s topless underneath, her breasts already filling with milk after Bianca’s evening meal.

”Dios mio…” Frankie sighs at the sight. He raises his hand but looks to Jay for approval first.

”Yes,” she breathes, and Frankie cups her breast softly, strokes the nipple with his thumb, makes her skin break out in gooseflesh. The other hand follows, gently supporting the other breast in his palm, weighing it before his fingers close into the soft flesh for a little squeeze. A few white drops trickle down from her nipple and Frankie catches them on his thumb, then raises it to his mouth to taste it. It’s sweet and warm, and makes him long for something else that he hasn’t had in a long time.

”Baby,” he says hoarsely, ”I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

Jay wraps his arms around his neck as she kisses him. ”Bedroom. Now.”

”The baby?”

”She’ll sleep right through it, you know that.”

Yes, Frankie knows that Bianca is a sound sleeper, but what he intends to do could very well make Jay wake up the dead. Still, he takes Jay by the hand and lets her lead him to the bedroom where she wiggles out of the her sweatpants and panties. When she moves to unzip his fly, Frankie grabs her wrists.

”No,” he tells her in a low voice. ”You first.”

He lays her down on the bed and peppers her skin with kisses, from her neck to her breasts, down her stomach where his two children grew, until he finally reaches the apex of her thighs. He kisses the soft flesh, administers teasing little bites, before letting himself have a first taste of her, and he can’t keep from groaning low in his throat.

She tastes exceptionally good. She always does when she’s pregnant or lactating, it has to do with hormones. So rich and deep, a kind of earthy musk with a hint of ocean spray. Or something, what the fuck does he know about these things, all he knows is that he could die happy here, with his tongue in her slick warm pussy, his arms around her thighs, her fingers buried in his hair where they tug and clamber for a grip when her whines threaten to get too loud.

It’s been a while since last time but he’s still got it, Frankie notes with satisfaction as he presses his tongue to her clit, making Jay keen. Not that he thinks that he could ever forget how to do this to her, it feels as natural to him as breathing. It’s more a question of being allowed to, and making up to her all the damage he has done.

So he directs all his focus on her, going carefully and mindfully, alternating between fast and slow until she’s squirming and whining, looking up at him with murder in her glassy blue eyes, and he just smirks at her and then throws her over the edge, making her turn her head to press her face into the pillow to stifle her loud moans. He lets her come down, kissing the soft skin on her inner thighs, rubs his prickly chin against it to get rid of some of the slick, shifts a little to relieve the pressure at the front of his jeans.

”Jesus, Francisco,” Jay murmurs, and that is his cue. If she can speak, she can take another one. He dives back in, pulls her against him, licks into her, lets his tongue dance on her swollen clit until he’s drunk and she’s coming apart again. This time he doesn’t slow down but keeps going through her release, suckling her gently, his tongue making filthy love to her pussy as his cock throbs with every breath he barely has time to draw. Jay is writhing and Frankie notes with satisfaction that her knuckles, fisting in the sheets, are white. He’s missed this so much, thought for so long that he would never be allowed to do this to her again. Yet here he is, growling against her pussy as her thighs start to close on either side of his face, her hands pushing him away as she nears another orgasm. Her moans are helpless and he knows that she’s near, so near. Skillfully, he has her fall apart on his tongue one more time, almost choking when Jay clamps her thighs together with his head in the middle. He pries her legs open just so that he can retreat, and sits back on his heels, chin dripping, tongue almost cramping, cock painfully hard. His discomfort, however, doesn’t matter when he looks at Jay, trembling and gasping for breath beneath him. Holy shit, she’s amazing.

”Okay?” he asks in a whisper. Her eyes blink open and slowly comes to focus on him, but she doesn’t speak. Frankie lowers down over her and brushes his lips over hers, letting her taste herself, feeling her hot breath against the slick on him.

”More?” he dares to suggest. Jay’s breath stutters and her legs quickly hook around his waist. Within a heartbeat, Frankie finds himself on his back, Jay straddling him.

”Your turn,” she tells him as she unzips his pants. Frankie shakes his head, suddenly struck with that terrible feeling of not having deserved her.

”Come here.”

He pulls her up, almost roughly directing her to sit astride his face.

”One more,” he begs of her and feels the little hairs on her skin rise. ”Please, amor.”

She can’t resist him and so he gets to show her his devotion more time. Jay’s holding onto the headboard, back rounded as she bites down on her lower lip to keep quiet. Bianca has been fast asleep the whole time but if she wakes up now Frankie is going to lose it. He needs to do this for Jay, needs her to cum one more time, wants her to cum with all that she has. He works her intensely, lets her grind on his facial hair to find pleasure as she wants to, and he’s finally rewarded with a short but powerful gush of liquid. He drinks her release, savours the sweetness of it, and continues to softly lick her until she whines and gets off of him with trembling legs.

Frankie expects Jay to collapse next to him but she seems to be rejuvenated by this last orgasm, because she straddles him and rubs herself on the bulge in his pants.

”God, baby,” she breathes against his skin before licking at his lips, into his mouth. ”You’re so fucking good at that, I love you so fucking much.”

”I love you,” he replies with a grunt. He could cum in his pants right now, mierda, how he could just explode from how she keeps rubbing that fine, slick pussy against his tight jeans…

”I need you.” Jay is already tugging his t-shirt up, kissing his chest as it is revealed. Frankie hesitates suddenly. The shame is still present in his mind. How can he let her love him, with what he has done? And how can he not, when he wants her so goddamn much?

”Frankie?”

Jay looks at him, this wonderful, beautiful, kind man who would never ask anything for himself but is always ready to give her whatever she wants. And now, all she wants is for him to not feel guilty anymore. He has atoned, he is back, is he clean and healthy and taking care of the girls.

He looks back at her, bashful at being exposed. He’s lost a little weight – apparently he barely ate during the weeks he spent on Benny’s couch – and has dark rings under his eyes but he has never been more attractive to her. She suddenly feels self conscious. She still carries extra weight from the pregnancy and her tits will never be the same again. And yet, she finds it so hard to believe that Frankie would care.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she asks in a low voice. Frankie frowns.

”Of course, I just…”

”Is it my body?”

He stares at her as he pushes himself up to a sitting position with her still astride his thighs.

”No,” he says with conviction. ”Never. Jay, you are beautiful to me, even more so now than when I first saw you. I just…”

She can smell herself on his mouth and it makes her ache for him even more, but she forces herself to calm down and wait for him to speak.

”I don’t see how you can let me even be here, in this situation, with you, after what I did.”

He doesn’t avert his eyes but waits for her sentence to fall. Jay cups his cheeks, strokes the bare spots in his beard, runs her fingers to the back of his head and into his hair. Frankie has to smile; Jay always had a thing for his hair.

”Frankie, do you really think you’d be here if I truly didn’t want you to be?” she tells him quietly. ”I know it’s going to take time for us to move past this but we got time. Neither one of us is going anywhere and we’re here, and right here and now I want to take your clothes off, take out that big, beautiful cock of yours, and put it inside me.”

He gulps audibly and Jay leans her forehead to his, their noses touching.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she repeats softly. Frankie wraps his arms around her and pulls her onto the bulge in his pants.

”Yeah.”

His pants and boxers come off in a flash and when Jay finally leads him into her, both of them are holding their breath and then exhaling in a deep, strained sigh.

”You’re so fucking wet, amor,” Frankie gripes. Jay cocks her head a little and smiles.

”You did do your very best to get me wet.”

”God, I missed you, you feel so good.

”I missed you too,” she whispers in a throaty moan as she begins to swirls her hips, the girth of him almost impossibly big in her despite the thorough lubrication. ”And I missed your big fucking dick…” She trembles with pent up energy and digs her fingertips into his chest. ”Just wanna ride you, baby.”

Frankie grabs her hands and pulls her down on him, capturing her lips in a sweet, slow kiss.

”Slow down,” he asks her, caressing her cheek. ”Just be here with me. Just… let me be in you for as long as possible. Let me kiss you and take care of you…”

He cups both her cheeks as she slowly moves on him, and Jay mirrors the move, holding his beautiful face between her hands as she kisses him again. He moans into her mouth when she squeezes him inside herself, then sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up so that she can repositions her legs around his waist. He settles into her slow, lazy rhythm, lips connected in breathless kisses, the bedding rustling around them but not loud enough to wake the baby.

”I love you,” he murmurs into her mouth, ”I’m gonna take care of you for the rest of our lives, I promise, amor…”

”I know, baby,” Jay gasps, again hiding her fingers in his hair as she leans her forehead to his. ”I love you too, Frankie, you feel so good, you’re so good to me.”

His balls are unbelievably tight as she kisses him again, moaning low against his lips.

”Not gonna last,” he warns her helplessly. ”Baby, if you keep movin’ like that…” It doesn’t help that her milk-filled tits are right in front of his face, round and sweet-smelling.

”As long as you stay hard for me, you can cum as many times as you want,” Jay rules in a silky whisper that makes him choke on his own breath before burying his face in the crook where her neck and shoulder meet as he lets go and spurts inside of her in an orgasm that seems to go on forever as she keeps riding him at a slow but thorough pace.

”God, baby, I can feel it,” she gasps into his ear, ”I could feel that all the way inside…”

”Fuck,” he gripes against her skin, ”don’t stop, keep riding it…”

She obliges him and drops her head back when he closes his mouth around one nipple and starts to suck. The flow of the milk, the pull of his tongue, the warmth of his cum spreading inside her with nowhere to go but deeper; the intensity of it all has her squeezing her eyes shut and breathing in short, whiny huffs.

Frankie lets go of her nipple and pulls her lips down to his.

”Okay?” he gasps between the sweet, sticky kisses. Jay’s combing her fingers through his hair.

”Yeah, don’t stop, take the other one.”

He suckles her other tit, lapping up the milk as she moves on him, with him, and when her nipple slips out of his mouth he seeks out hers lips instead, drinks her moans, licks her breath, tastes her tongue.

”I love you,” he tells her over and over again. ”I love you, amor, I love you so much.”

She struggles to control her volume, hides her face against his hair, his neck while fighting to keep herself from riding him too hard as all sensation starts to gather and focus between her legs, inside her where his big cock is rubbing against her just the way she likes, higher and higher and higher…

”Frankie,” she chokes, ducking down to touch her sweaty forehead to his. ”God, Frankie, baby, I’m so close…”

”Lemme hear you.”

”I love you, baby, and I’m gonna cum on your cock…” Her voice is honey and fire in his ear and he grabs her hips, her ass, rocks her against him, him into her, his balls tightening so fast that he almost feels fourteen again.

”Cum with me,” he pleads, and she does, fluttering around him as he pumps his cum inside her, one of her arms behind her, hand grabbing his thigh. He has her mouth covered with his, muted moans traveling between them, his pelvis moving against her as she milks him dry, his hands holding onto her low on her hips, moving her as her rocking slowly comes to a halt.

He lays her down next to him, pecking her lips while reassuring her once again that he’s always going to take care of her.

”I know,” Jay murmurs throatily. ”I know, baby, and I’m going to take care of you too. I got you, Frankie.”

They doze off, Jay in a state of bonelessness after all the orgasms pulled from her, Frankie feeling that a piece of him has begun to forgive and heal. Bianca wakes them with her demand for a midnight feeding and as Jay is slowly stirring, Frankie gets up for the baby. He lays Bianca down next to Jay so that she can breastfeed lying down.

”Comfy?” he asks, laying down facing Jay as she helps Bianca to latch on.

”Uh-huh,” she yawns and curls her arm around the baby as it starts to suckle. Jay’s eyes fall shut and Frankie watches her and Bianca, heart swelling with love. Once again, he wonders what the hell he was thinking, almost giving this up for cocaine. How he couldn’t see straight, see that everything he needed was right in front of him, at home, on the couch watching TV, laughing around the dinner table, bickering in the morning, tantrums when leaving daycare…

As if his thoughts were a call for her, the door opens and Alma trudges in, the hallway light spilling in behind her.

”Daddy?” she whispers. Jay’s eyes blink open and Frankie quickly reaches for his boxer shorts, throwing the covers over Jay’s naked lower body in the process.

”¿Sí, mijita?” He pulls his underwear on before sitting up.

”I had a bad dweam.”

”Come here, let me kiss it away.”

Alma climbs into bed and lays down next to him, grimacing a little at the sight of Bianca. A devoted big sister, Alma still finds Bianca’s total dependance on Jay and Frankie annoying and incomprehensible.

”You don’t need to be scared,” Frankie assures her now with a kiss to her forehead. ”I’m here. Nothing can harm you.”

”It smells hewe. Did you fawt, daddy?”

Jay sputters behind the hand she quickly throws up in front of her mouth in a vain attempt at hiding the fact that she’s trying not to laugh. Bianca loses her latch and whines, and a little frown appears between Alma’s dark brows at the sound.

”Bianca must be quiet.”

”Sweetheart, how about I take you back to your own bed?” Frankie tries, thankful that the dark is hiding his reddening cheeks. ”Bianca will probably wake up a couple more times to eat.”

”No. I wanna sleep hewe.”

”Okay, but then you have to accept that Bianca will cry and maybe wake you up.”

Alma considers this. Frankie exchanges an amused glance with Jay.

”Fine,” the four-year-old finally sighs before burrowing into Frankie’s side. He pulls the covers over her, kisses her again, and wraps his arm around her before turning his head to Jay.

”Sorry my love, it’ll get crowded here tonight.”

”That’s okay,” Jay whispers, reaching her hand across Bianca’s little body to place it on Frankie’s arm. ”I love you.”

”I love you, mommy,” Alma yawns from the other side of Frankie, making Jay chuckle.

”Sleep, sweetheart.”

”Then be quiet,” the girl mutters. Frankie lets go of an amused scoff as he takes Jay’s hand in his and brings it to his lips.

”I love all of you.”

Alma falls asleep almost immediately but Frankie stays awake until Bianca is fed, burped, and put back in the cradle. He pulls Jay against his side, his free arm wrapping around her as she curls up with her head on his shoulder.

”I missed you,” she breathes in his ear. ”Rematch tomorrow.”

His dick twitches and his heart misses a beat.

”Shower first thing in the morning,” he whispers back and feels Jay’s lips curve against his.

#my fic #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady

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YOYOYOOOOO could you do a mercs with S/O who likes to draw and they find drawings of said merc that S/O made 😋⁉️

Ahsgaksgaksh that's so cute y'all have such good ideas

Mercs react to drawings of themselves made by their S/O!!!

CW: swearing, implied nsfw

Scout

probably found it on accident while chilling in your room

He "accidentally" moved a "random" journal "accidentally" and it fell "on accident" onto the floor and every single thing spilled out

"accidentally"

Word for word that's what he said to you

But he's like super into it!!! Loves that there's a fellow artist among the mercs

He draws a lot too and eventually shows you his drawings

He tries to play off the whole "omg they drew me" thing but he really can't hide it no matter how cool he tries to be

Once he's done being flustered he'll ask if he can model for you sometime

Laughs when you reject the hell out of him (affectionately)

Is super proud of your work :)

Demoman

Walked in on you drawing and didn't think much of it until he noticed you started acting protective of your work and was like (,,-`_●) wots this

Straight up walks over to you and just scoots you away from your finished art

Like when ur cat is in the way but you don't have the patience to be cute and nice so you're like

#move

He does that to you. To get your attention.

Starts to look through your older works, just stuff you've shown him before. Hints that he wants to see what you're working on but will never outright ask

He doesn't like being forward with you plus it's cute watching you figure it out

You show him a bit of what you're drawing and he's like omg that's me and you're blushing hello

Big stupid grin on his face and he won't stop smiling no matter how many times you tell him to

"it's okay, you INSPIRE me too ;))"

The flirting doesn't last tho bc he geeks out and asks if you can draw him with mythical creatures.

Definitely brags about it so bad. Constantly showing everyone the last thing you made for him. No shame whatsoever he loves you too hard for that.

Pyro

You guys draw together all the time and it's totally awesome!!!! But mostly it's cute cartoons and creatures you draw. This was quite different.

Pyro finds themself standing in your room looking at the picture of them on your desk. They go up to grab it and realize it's a drawing

Honestly a little freaked out by how good you made them look

Stops you from whatever you're doing and points at the paper and then to themself

Once they get confirmation it's them, they're so excited!

They're mumbling a mile a minute and you have to ask them to slow down 739382729 times to get what they're saying

Eventually they just pull you into a big hug. They appreciate you more than they could ever say anyways.

Pyro is extremely touched that you'd draw them in such detail and immediately wants to draw you as well!!

Drags you away so you can model for them and hang out with them even more :3

Heavy

You're drawing him one day but you can't get his eyes right, so you have him sit down and read a book.

He's so nervous around you he's definitely not reading and is just getting blushier by the second

"Do you need to look so closely?"

Tbh I think eye contact makes him squirm

You notice he's getting stressed so you offer a break. He immediately puts the book down and asks to see.

You're a bit hesitant; the eyes still don't look right and the shading is off and you don't get to finish bc he gives you a shy smooch and steals it away while you're both busy being flustered

Bashfully compliments your work over and over he just can't get over it

He'd put it up on his wall so he can see it all the time, but he'd never let anyone else see it ever.

He's so soft about you and loves everything you do. Even if eye contact makes him nervous he'd do it all day if it meant you kept drawing

Soldier

You two often find yourselves in his room listening to him rant about things. He's very open with you and loves talking while you prattle away at your art.

And once you get past the screaming this dude actually makes good conversation once in awhile.

You're sitting on his bed one day and drawing him pacing about the room talking about whatever. For someone who is constantly glancing up at him you're really not listening.

"Son. SON."

You look up and he's standing like 2 inches away. He's looking at you expectantly. You're like um... Yes? Because you think he's asked you a question.

He brightens up and takes the paper out of your hand with a thanks.

Before you can stop him he's looking right at... Himself.

He takes in every detail silently for a moment.

You think he's broken but then he turns to you with the biggest grin.

"YOU THINK IM MODELING MATERIAL MAGGOT??"

Picks you up and gives you the biggest and most American (the good parts only) hug.

He's super duper extremely pumped that you drew him! In fact he's probably tearing up underneath that helmet of his.

He's secretly a huge sap for this kind of thing, but has never once initiated it. So you doing it first was mind blowing.

Says thank you a billion times and asks to draw you a billion more times.

Proudly frames it next to a drawing he's done of you. Literally every person alive (and dead, probably) knows about it.

Now everytime you draw he checks to see if it's him or the two of you. Those are his new favorites.

Engineer

Let's get something straight. This man will literally die at the slightest bit of affection you give him. He is so old and so shy and his heart so fragile and you are so damn cute to him.

So he really doesn't know why he let you become his shop apprentice, but you're here now.

You send him to your quarters to grab a blueprint you left in there, he's been in there before and you trust him not to peep at anything so this happens a lot.

He's going through a pile of papers one day, trying to find the right blueprint for your project when a small shred of paper flutters down to the ground.

He's like Oh Shit I just fucking Ripped their paper I'm going to Die.

In reality he finds the paper it came off of and tapes it back together real fast.

Still panicked tho and wants to make sure it's lined up right, so he turns it around.

Stares at it and is absolutely Flabbergasted. Shitting. Pissing. Crying. The whole shebang.

Marches right back down to his shop, drawing in hand.

He stands in front of you, beet red, clutching the paper to his chest.

"Darlin' is... Is this me?"

You know Engie for being so smart you sure ask some obvious questions.

He's completely at a loss of words so he just grabs your face and kisses you.

Apologizes for being so forward with you (only after you've kissed for a good 5 minutes)

He's absolutely enthralled a pretty thing like you would draw him in such a likeness, and makes sure you know it.

Shamelessly compliments you over and over and will never stop. If you even dare doubt him he'll get physical with his praise ;)))

Keeps the picture in his shop so he can see it and think of your while he's working.

Sniper

Little creeper probably scoped you out and saw you drawing, but you don't mind. It's kind of his job anyway.

He goes to see what you're drawing but he's like forever away so it takes a bit to get there.

Once he does you're already done, napping next to the finished picture in the window.

When you wake up, there's a new drawing sitting next to you.

It's you sitting next to his camper in a fold out chair, beer in hand and a smile on your face. It's simple and candid, and you wonder if he used a photo reference.

You find him easily enough. Slamming open the camper door, you cheerfully watch him jump 2 feet in the air from the sudden loud intrusion.

"Oi! Quit slammin' my doors and making a bloody racket in my damn camper you..." He trials off once he sees you.

Immediately clams up. He's so awkward, and mostly private about his drawings, too. But he thought you looked so beautiful that day. You had finished with one of your first missions, and you managed to wrangle up a few guys from the team to go force Sniper to hang out with you.

He fondly remembers acting annoyed, but deep down he was touched. You always made excuses to see him, and it makes him feel so wanted. He's been drawing you ever since, and to see you drawing him as well means the world. He wanted to show you that.

He explains this to you shyly, looking like a bashful young man confessing to his first crush. Its really cute.

You never see that picture of him again, though. He keeps it tucked away in the front pocket of one of his favorite flannels.

When he's working and it's particularly slow, he'll fish it out and look at it, thinking only of you.

Medic

Since he's constantly bound by the paperwork gods (himself) to stay in his office and do paperwork 1000 hours a day you kind of have to sit in there with him sometimes if you wanna spend actual time with him.

You don't particularly mind, it's quiet enough for you to concentrate and he loves that you're here with him.

One particular day he's like super pissed Abt something and you thought he looked funny.

Like no fear no balls just vibes you don't care. So naturally you draw him.

He catches you giggling about it and is already So Sick Of Your Shit.

Walks over and checks out what you're drawing. It's a picture of him with exaggerated, angry features.

He thinks it's really cute and can't help but laugh, complimenting your drawing style.

He loves that you're always there to make him smile, and this was no different.

Doesn't mind you drawing more serious pictures of him, but his all time favorite will always be those goofy doodles from when he's in a mood.

It makes him feel better knowing you're not scared of him, underneath his business-like demeanor really is just a huge goofball.

He keeps all the little drawing you let him have, and they all sit neatly tucked away in his office drawer.

Spy

As a self-crowned King of Romance, he never lets anything get past his "suave" outer shell. He can put on as many moves as he can but the second anyone else does he has to double down and make sure he doesn't end up a blushing mess.

Gift giving is, naturally, more his thing than your thing. So when your anniversary comes around you expect, well, gifts.

He, on the other hand, doesn't expect much.

So when you present him with a beautifully detailed drawing of him in his smoking room, he is immediately Down For The Count

Blushing, stammering, smiling, all of it. He tries so hard to keep that cool cat act but we ALL know better.

Turns away from you and tries to save what little mysterious swag he has left

It's not much

Can't stop looking at it. He simps so hard for you when you draw. Everything entrances him when it comes to you. The way your hands look as you're sketching, the mess of color all over you when you're finished with a drawing, the concentrated look on your face as you take in all the details. All of it.

Finally gathers himself and turns his attention back to you.

He's thankful for the gift and he thinks it's really sweet! He's never really liked being "depicted" or anything like that, but when you do it it has him feeling a certain way. Down bad respectfully.

That's it for those, I kept em a little short and sweet but I hope you like them. Thank you for reading!

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #thank you for the ask!

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Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

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The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

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