The bathroom door swung open, and the automatic lights flickered on. The mirror reflects your limp body in his arms, holding you close to him. His chest sinks as he lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. He places you on the sink. Your body leans back, pressing your weight on the mirror behind you.
“I’m all for you goin’ out and having fun, pipsqueak, but you seriously overdid it tonight”, Caleb scolds your inebriated form. Your only responses were small hums and Incomprehensible gibberish.
“Getting you to wash your face might be difficult…” He mumbles to himself, trying to remember the other method women use to remove their makeup. He crouches down and opens the cabinet next to your foot. He pulls out a pink travel-sized bag stuffed to the brim with products. He unzips it to find the blue pack of makeup remover wipes.
Unbeknownst to you, all those times you gave your childhood friend unsolicited skincare tutorials were not in vain. Though it’s been a while, the memories of you excitedly giving him an exclusive step-by-step on your facial routines came rushing back to his mind.
He holds your face between his thumb and pointer and starts to gently wipe the makeup off your face.
Your brows furrowed at the sensation of the cold sheet brushing against your hot face. You whine, but your body has no strength to move away.
“Just bear with it, I’m almost done”. He spoke softly. It was like cleaning one of his favorite model airplanes. He doesn’t miss a single spot; from the creases of your nose, to the inner corners of your eyes, right up to your hairline. He mirrors your nightly routine perfectly. “I’d never hear the end of it if you woke up with a face full of pimples because you went to sleep in your makeup.”
Your body jolts as a hiccup leaves you. You groan, your expression tightens as you regain a bit of consciousness.
“Oh? She’s alive," you hear a familiar voice tease.
“ ...’leb? that you?” You barely get out. Your voice is quiet and hoarse.
Your eyes flutter open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light. The weight of your lids only made it possible to keep them slightly open. The first thing you noticed was the quiet. The hum of the lights and quiet shuffling replaced the thrums in your chest. The surface of the sink felt cool beneath your thighs. No longer smelling sweaty bodies and alcohol, just the presence of one person. You inhale the addictive scent of fresh apples mixed with a hint of cedarwood. a familiar fragrance that makes you feel at home. “How did…how’d I get…here?”
a silly question.
“How’d you think, pipsqueak? I brought you here”, Caleb answers. He turns on the faucet to wash his hands, then pats them dry on a nearby towel. “Your one and only, Caleb, came to the rescue yet again.”
The sound of a container being popped open echoed against the bathroom walls. Caleb takes out a toner pad, which is very small in comparison to his hands. “Lemme finish up so you can hurry on to bed,, He tilts your chin up to wipe over your skin with the thin, wet product. After letting it dry for a second, he carefully rubbed some moisturizing cream onto your face. Not wanting to risk anything by packing too much product on your face.
You’re quiet. It takes a second for your mind to catch up on what’s going on. Once it did, the emotions came flooding in like an unpredictable storm.
“Whoa—hey—what happened, pipsqueak? Are you hurt?!” Caleb, taken aback by your sudden burst of tears, asks with comforting concern.
He watches as your lips quiver, pushing up into a sad pout, your eyes glossy with tears. “….You’re so good to me, Caleb”, you said in a drawn-out sob.
No way….
Caleb’s mouth falls in disbelief at the sudden praise, making eye contact with himself in the mirror. His hand slapped over the growing smile on his lips as he quietly collected himself.
“Of course, I’m good to you, pipsqueak. What’s gotten into you?” He holds your crying face in his palms. His violet eyes can’t help but take in the sight before him. As silly as the situation is, he couldn’t deny that the scene wasn’t causing his heart to do cartwheels in his chest. Barely holding himself back, he continues to console you, “There, there…no need to cry. Your eyes are gonna be as puffy as a cloud if you don’t stop.”
A hiccup gets caught in your throat, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. This is a rare side of you that Caleb hasn’t seen. You aren’t even sure if you yourself know about this side. Who knew you could get overwhelmed with something so trivial when drunk?
With abrupt determination, you find the energy to push yourself, leaning towards him. Your face smooshed into his hard chest, breathing in his scent as your arms wrap around his neck. “I’m…really lucky to have you. Promise me you won’t disappear again.” The words came out soft and weak, yet your eyes earnestly gaze into his, waiting for him to reply.
He raised his big, pale hand to gently cup the side of your face. You boldly nuzzle into its warmth. His eyes soften, the look of love not hard to recognize. Caleb dips down, and his hands scoop under your thighs to lift you off the sink. You yelp at the sudden action, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You're now at eye level with him.
There’s a brief silence between you before he speaks.
“I promise I won’t disappear ever again," he means it with all his heart.
You cling to him like a koala on a tree. Nuzzling into his neck. “I’m not letting you go....”, you murmured.
An amused laugh leaves his lips, “Are you gonna stay like this the whole night?” He asks. Finally, leaving the bathroom.
“Yes”, you answer without a second thought.
“are you serious?”, he smirks.
“Yes”
“You’re all mine....” is the last thing he hears from you before he hears the soft sighs of you sleeping.
He looks over to the moonlit sky, silently wishing for the night to never end. Hoping that you’ll remember this in the morning—even if you don’t. These are unmistakably your true feelings. He’ll reassure you as much as you want. Drunk or sober.
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a/n: not completely satisfied with how this turned out but yk wtv its js some a lil sum sweet so we can back down to real business 😼.
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Thunderbolts* x Ghost Rider! Reader because I said so.
And it’s in New York cause damn. New York and its vigilantes.
and Valentina, of course, has always wanted her grimy little hands on the hotheaded vigilante. But she has no idea who it is, and any digging comes up empty. Her urges to have you on the team grows even more when she puts the Thunderbolts, or the New Avengers, together. But still, she has no idea who you are so there’s no way to approach you or contact you for recruitment.
Everyone knows Valentina is desperate when she practically begs Mel to hack into the city’s cctv to catch where maybe the Ghost Rider disappears at night. But whenever Mel finds a trail, the cameras loose power. Valentina even begs Bucky and Yelena, high ranking ex-assassins, to hunt you down. They both repeatedly come up empty.
Everyone’s none-the-wiser though when Valentina hires a new mechanic to keep up maintenance on everyone’s gear, chosen forms of transportation, and to take over the abandoned workshop downstairs that used to belong to Tony Stark. It’s a huge upgrade from the garage you used to work in though!
You’re a tired little thing, but with sharp eyes and deft fingers. There’s always an oil smear on your cheekbone and more often not you’re elbow deep in the engine compartment of Alexei’s limo. The poor car has so many outdated parts, you feel a physical pain in your chest.
Bucky, particularly, thinks you deal with nightmares or insomnia due to the dark circles under your eyes. And the way you’re in the workshop from way early in the morning and til late at night.
You sleep in the early morning though, when the sun just crests the horizon til about 9am or 10am-ish. It’s not like the longest sleep, but you take some cat naps during your limited downtime. You always manage to wake up when you hear the elevator ding down the hallway though. It’s almost like you have some excellent hearing..
You get along with everyone though, from Alexei to Bucky to Bob, even John. You’re friendly and kind. Maybe you like to keep to yourself a little bit, since you’re always holed up in the workshop, but you never push anyone away if they want to spend some time and talk with you while you work. If someone catches you on a little snack break, you’ll always offer a bit of food their way.
The Thunderbolts appreciate what you do, and they’ve all claimed you as their “favorite mechanic.” Even though you’re their only mechanic.. But they all trust you with their gear and welcome any new idea you may have. Maybe some long range widow bites, a comfier full-body suit for Ava to wear on her days off, or just cleaning one of John’s guns. Bucky even trusts you to tinker with his arm, which is a huge honor in itself.
You like to personally work on any of the Thunderbolts’ vehicles as well, or any of the vehicles that they’ll use for transportation. That ranges from Bucky’s motorcycle to the helicarrier that they use for missions that are far away. It’s gotten to the point where, if a vehicle hasn’t been approved by you, none of the Thunderbolts will ride in it. Even Alexei.
There are a couple things… off about you though that even someone like Mel notices. You always run hot, too hot. Maybe even hotter than Bob. If it’s literally below freezing outside, which it can get down to in New York, you’re just chilling in a tank top and some jeans. You seem completely unbothered by the fact that New York could be going through a blizzard. You don’t even flinch if you arm grazes a hot carburetor. Or if you pull away from a hot exhaust pipe, there’s only a faint red mark that shows any sign of you being burned. Or if something is so hot that Yelena can see the heatwaves coming off of it, you lean in close like you can’t feel it.
Maybe you’re just careless. Yeah.. That could be it, everyone tells themselves as they see you palming a steaming mug of coffee.
You’ve learned to be careful though. Don’t full on grab anything hot until you think it’s cooled down to a reasonable temperature and stop warming up your coffee or making tea if you’re not around a stove or coffee pot. Maybe wear a reasonable jacket for once when it’s chilly outside despite practically dying of self-inflicted heat stroke on the inside.
It’s so hard to seem normal. But your identity, or keeping it hidden, is important for you. So you keep being “normal,” knowing that you can let go at night.
And what do you drive? A motorcycle. A Harley Davison specifically. It’s easy to ride and badass. And, Bucky and Yelena totally dig it when they see you pull up with it for the first time. Because you refuse to live in the Tower with everyone else even though it’d be easier. Even though you literally spend more time in the workshop than you do at home.
But after Bucky and Yelena find out what your main transportation is, you go out on rides with them all the time. Sometimes both, someone just two of you. And it’s nice, just the wind in your hair and the breeze in your face. It’s nice to get out and have fun with your new coworkers. Well, you may as well call them friends at this point. But you refuse to stay out late or go to some dingy bar, making up some excuse about an early morning the next day. Even if Yelena gives you her best puppy dog eyes, you still refuse.
Thank god your motorcycle changes when you do, because when some late night news or some civilian that’s up way too late catches you on your late night escapades and it gets broadcasted on the news in the early morning, you’d be caught. Big time. And that’s a big no no. And thank god there’s no distinguishable features when you’re the Ghost Rider too, and that you’re just some flaming skeleton dressed in leather.
You almost get caught on time though.
Valentina had requested all her most “valuable employees” be at the gala she’s throwing to celebrate yet another win for the “New Avengers.” Somehow, someway, that included you. Maybe because you were their mechanic.
So, you were there. Dressed by Yelena and Ava and sipping whatever drink would calm your nerves. Except something is off. Something that makes your skin crawl and your fingers twitch. You’re unsure what it is until you spot a New York congressman across the room chatting up a storm with another politician. He’s so confident and sure of himself, with an easy smile and lax shoulders. It makes you itch. And it makes that firey demon inside you gnaw at your ribcage.
What that congressman has done with gain his seat is less than morally correct. Laundering money. Blackmail. Trafficking. Even murder as a last resort.
Your body heats and something crawls up your throat. You attempt to swallow it down but nothing works. You have to steadily refuse Bob’s kind hand when you stumble to leave, saying that you’re okay. You’ve just had a little bit too much to drink and are heading in for the night.
And when the congressman is broadcasted on the news the next morning on the tv down in the workshop, you turn it off. You know what happened so there’s no need to what kind of story the news fabricates.
He’s fine. Sort of.. Maybe a little dazed, and announced as crazy and “gone insane.” But he’s believed when he keeps babbling on about the flame-headed demon that crashed into his car and pulled him out by the lapels of his suit.
You do have to hide the bruise on your cheekbone and the ache in your jaw from when he fought back.. But you got him down and that’s all that matters.
The Thunderbolts actually get the opportunity to see the Ghost Rider, aka you (but they still don’t know that), in action, in person, one day though. At night, of course.
There’d been a supposed terror attack in some parts of the city late at night, something that Valentina had urged the Thunderbolts to respond to. And a few agents. She wouldn’t say why. And when those agents’ body cams showed the live action feed of the Ghost Rider already at the scene, fighting the unnaturally-abled terrorized, Valentina couldn’t help be giddy. She was so so close!
You’re Ghost Rider, and Ghost Rider is you, so of course you recognize the Thunderbolts that have been unknowingly ordered to aid you. But these unnatural terrorists, so unnatural you could say they were supernatural. You knew that no one, except maybe Bob, could really take these guys on. But you let them help in ways that they can, but keep them away from mortal harm with a whip of the chain that you keep around your person (Johnny Blaze style).
The agents that tag along aren’t really helping at all. It seems like they’re there to watch. And maybe grab when you have to swat away a few hands. And their ropes or capturing lines that they try to lasso you in with do nothing to you. All they get from you is an unimpressed look as you burn to go through the material or, quite literally, a growl of frustration.
When the supernatural terrorists decide to scramble up the building, you huff and growl. Cause your job just got a little harder than you wanted it to be. So you hike a leg over your flammable bike, and turn towards the Thunderbolts when you hear them quickly discussing how to follow the supernatural beings. You level them all, even Bucky, with a firey stare and growl out a “stay” before you pop a wheelie on the bike and start driving up the side of the building. Like literally. Up the building.
Everyone tilts their head up to watch, eyeing the flaming path that the Ghost Rider leaves in its wake. And everyone stays, no one moves to follow you. Even Sentry, who watched with amazement at the flaming creature.
Now, by yourself and worrying about literally no one else, you take the supernatural beings down one by one. Vanquishing them like some flammable knight dressed in leather and with chains as their chosen weapon. And when you say your little spiel to the leader, about how their “soul is stained with the blood of the innocents” and the leader is going to “feel their pain,” you leave them high and dry, driving back down the side of the building.
The Thunderbolts and the accompanying agents are still there. Watching with wide eyes and slack jaws cause, holy shit. They’ve never seen anything like that, like Ghost Rider. In person, nonetheless. And the agents’ body cams caught it all on tape.
Before speeding off into the night, because you can feel it in your exposed bones that the sun is going to rise soon, you tell everyone to go home. They’re done. And as if catching a few of the agents’ conspiring stares, you announce that if anyone where to try and follow you, they wouldn’t get far.
They take it as a threat, as they should. Even more so with that unnatural growl of a voice that the Ghost Rider is known for.
Then, you speed off into the night. Melting the asphalt for a couple feet behind you and popping a few streetlight from the shear heat of your flames.
When you’re at work tomorrow, sore and more tired that usual, you have to shrug off any of the Thunderbolts’ prying questions with an excuse that you worked out a little too much at the gym the previous day. And oh, the bruise on your forearm and the little limp from the ache in your side, also. from the gym.. yeah…
Everything does happen to go to shit though. In the worse way possible. Just a couple days after the crew of supernatural terrorists.
When the side of your apartment building that your room resides on catches on fire due to an “arson attack” and you loose everything except your bike and the leathers on your back, you have no choice but to finally, begrudgingly, take Valentina up on that offer to board up in the Tower.
Valentina, like she’s a mother goose, of course is glad to swoop in and offer you a permanent, free-of-charge, room to stay in. Where? Why, the same overly large penthouse floor that the Thunderbolts stay on, of course! You get along with them so well, so why not live with them too?!
The Thunderbolts take you into their waiting arms and practically dog-pile you into an overly affectionate group hug. They say their sorry’s and wave off your own worries about being a bother. They love you! You’re their favorite mechanic, after all. You could never be a bother. And they’ve already got a room set up for you over by Yelena.
You can’t help but apologize and promise you’ll be a good roommate, and that you won’t take up too much space. Despite their kind words, you still hunch down on the side of the bed in your new room and drag a heavy hand down your face. And after dragging yourself through a shower, you find a little note from Yelena on top of some pjs and spare clothes. You appreciate the thought and mentally note you’ll have to pay her back somehow in the future.
Over the next few days, everyone manages to somehow drag you out of the Tower to go buy stuff for you and your room. You go buy new clothes with Yelena, Ava, and Bob. A fun rug with Alexei and John. And an entire new bedspread with Bucky. Plus some necessities for your bathroom and bedside table.
Doing your best to not be a bother, any time you’re not eating something in the kitchen, there’s a good chance you’re down in the workshop and drowning in your work. Maintaining everyone’s vehicles, making any touchups on weapons or gear, or sometimes you can even been found up in the hanger or down in the garage to prepare any vessel of transportation for an upcoming mission. And more often than not, you’ve been found hunched over your little workstation and sleeping. Which is where whoever finds you will urge you up to bed.
Being in a new place is hard. It’s hard to sleep, but it’s also hard to find an opportunity to leave for the night. It’s hard to learn everyone’s nightly routines and you find yourself listening for the penthouse to finally fall quiet before you take the stairs down to the garage. But most of the Thunderbolts also deal with insomnia, so there are some nights where you have to stay holed up in your room and deal with the itch that nothing can seem scratch.
You’re not exactly irritable if you don’t get out, if the Rider doesn’t get its “playtime,” but you find yourself pacing around the Tower. Never sitting down to eat and too restless to stay for team movie nights that the Thunderbolts keep inviting you to. Nothing seems to tired you out, not working until your hands are raw, neither working out until you’re laid out on the Tower’s gym floor with a good layer of sweat on your skin. You still find yourself lying awake at night, with fidgeting hands and heated skin.
Of course everyone notices. They think you’re just stressed from the sudden change in your life. In an effort to make you feel more comfortable, a couple of the Thunderbolts, primarily Bucky and Yelena, offer to spar. You take them up on it and manage to surprise them by how much of a punch you pack and how fast your reflexes are. Yelena even mentions that she might’ve met her match. Might’ve.
That itch turns into an ache when Valentina brings you all down to one of the lower floors to introduce a new recruit. Since all new recruits have opportunities to train with the Thunderbolts, they get introduced to the crew. Which, again, somehow included you since you worked on most of the vehicles (aka vehicles used by the Thunderbolts).
It’s daylight outside, a little past noon but the sun is still shining high in the sky, so you don’t have to worry about the Rider clawing its way out of your bone marrow. You’ll have to be wary of the shadows though.. But still, there’s something about the new recruit that has your eyes trained on him like an attack dog. You have to cross your arms to hide the twitch in your finger.
It’s not that there’s anything outwardly wrong with the new recruit. He seems eager to learn and eager to help. He’s a great team player. Always lax with an easy smile on his lips. He’s great at hand to hand combat and a good marksman.
Everyone else seems none the wiser, except maybe Bucky who’s always been great at reading people. He asks what you think about the new guy. You have to force a shrug and say that you’re just the mechanic. Bucky almost wants to call you out on your shit, but he’s called away before you can.
It all comes to a head one night down in the workshop though.
You’re all alone, elbow deep in some car. Dressed in a pair of jeans and an oil-stained tank top.
The Thunderbolts are way up in the penthouse. Probably watching a movie or turning in for bed.
You’re not sure which, but all you know is that the sun has set and you have a very impatient demon simmering in your veins. Which only gets worse when the glass door to the workshop slides open.
The hair raising on the back of your neck is involuntary.
“Isn’t scary all alone down here?” It’s the new recruit, sauntering into the place like he owns it.
You straighten up, grabbing a nearby rag to wipe your hands as best as you can. You grip the wrench in your hand, watching the new recruit as he eyes everything that makes up your workshop.
It takes effort to make your voice sound friendly and nonchalant, “No. You get used to it.”
The recruit hums. He makes a few steps around the shop before making his way toward you. He comes up from behind, resting a hand over the lip of the engine compartment and scoots in close to peer over your shoulder.
Much to the cliche, you’re trapped. With a wall and built in shelf on one side of you and the recruit on the other. It makes your heart race and your skin crawl. A few goosebumps litter your skin, something that this man seems to catch.
“Do I make you nervous?” He practically purrs into the skin of your neck. He wraps an arm around the side of you so he can place a hand on your thigh.
It sets you off.
You push him away first, sending the recruit stumbling over his feet. But instead of taking it as a sign to back off, he comes forward again with a sick form of determination in his eyes. He grabs your wrist, and you retaliate with the wrench in your hand as it makes eye contact with his brow bone.
The retaliation only sets him off.
The two of you tussle across the workshop, knocking into any of the vehicles that you have sitting in your shop for repair or a tune-up and shoving tools from workbenches if either of you bump into them. He grabs and you punch or claw, even going as far to bite out of that primal fear that floods your veins.
The fight comes to a point of climax when the recruit manages to get his hands on a rope of chains and choke you out from behind with it, pulling you back and forcing you on your knees.
You choke and sputter, trying to loop your fingers between the chains to pull them from around your neck. You’re beginning to lose air and your consciousness as your vision dots with black.
Sometime during the fight, the Tower’s AI, which has access to every room, had managed to alert the Thunderbolts, Valentina, and Mel about the ongoings down in your workshop.
Just as your will to fight begins to fade, something seems to take the wheel. You seem to fall away as an influx of oxygen invades your system, igniting the fire that takes over every inch of yourself. Your eyes flare and your grip on the rope of chains around your neck tightens.
The recruit falls back with a yelp, falling flat on his ass and catching himself with his burnt palms. He scrambles back when he takes in the sight before him.
You, the Ghost Rider, rise to your feet and turn towards him. There’s no skin to you, only flames that flare with anger around a skeleton. Your bony, very much on fire, hands hold the fiery chains in your palms. You huff and growl in the same breath, irritated.
“You,” You snarl, reaching down and pulling the recruit up to his knees by the front collar of his shirt.
The recruit pleads for his life, babbling nonsense. He’s shaking, fearful, and begging you to let him live.
You huff through your nose, flames licking at his face for a moment. You glare down at him, irritation showing through as the tips of your flames glow a firey blue.
But despite the irritation, it feels good to let the Rider out and let them have their fun. Even if it’s as something as simple as glaring down at some bold recruit. You’ve never felt so steady on your feet since you’ve moved in with the Thunderbolts. You feel almost at ease and like if the wind could blow you away, you’d let it.
With a simple jerk of your arm, you turn and toss the recruit across the floor and to the workshop’s glass door. You growl out an, “Out.” with a point of your finger.
He doesn’t get far before two things happen.
One, due to the smoke wafting up from your flames, it triggers one of the smoke detectors somewhere above you and flame retardant water pours from the ceiling in the workshop.
And two, the workshop’s glass door slides open as six people rush in and two more linger just before the doorway. The six stop short of the recruit, eyes rising from him to the Ghost Rider that stands stock-still across the room.
The rain from the ceilings don’t seem to do anything except cause steam to rise from your flaming form. You don’t even move when Valentina practically squeals in excitement at the Ghost Rider being in the Thunderbolts’ workshop. Like, how did the Rider get here? Oh, it’s such an honor to have the Rider here! How did they know you needed help? Wait.. Where are you?
The Thunderbolts seem to realize you’re missing the same time Valentina does. They fear that their favorite mechanic has been harmed. With no threat in here, to them, except the Ghost Rider, they have no choice but to prepare to fight the firey demon. Except, when the flames fall away, their stances falter.
The Ghost Rider falls away voluntarily, happy to be let out of its mortal cage for even a few moments. The roar of the flames fall away to reveal skin. Skin that belong to the Thunderbolts’ favorite mechanic. Skin that belongs to you.
You look like an irritated, sad, wet rat back in your human form. Your hair is rain-soaked and sticks to the side of your face. Your brows are furrowed and your shoulders rise and fall with each rough intake of air. You still grip the chains in your hand, almost defensively.
Alexei takes a step forward, equally soaked in the rain. It looks like he wants to embrace you in a fatherly hug, but he stops short when you take a step back.
You wince when Valentina exclaims, “You’re the Ghost Rider?!”
You know that you’re probably in some deep shit now. You’ll have to explain yourself to everyone, and possibly set some boundaries with Valentina. But for now, you’re not willing to break the standoff that you find yourself in with your friends, employer, and the new recruit who you’ve never liked.
suggestive but nothing direct; no direct body type stated
Practicing late on Fridays is one of the worst things to brace Atsumu Miya’s life. It has deprived him of his free time, happiness, the leftovers from Osamu he could be devouring, and the love he could be receiving from his wonderful girlfriend.
The door closes as quietly as it was opened. The click of the door reverbs around the living room where he slips off the volleyball shoes at the door. Faint music plays from behind the door of your shared room, and Atsumu immediately smiles. His steps pad across the dark wooden flooring and he pushes open the bedroom door to find— no one? His eyes direct towards where the music is actually coming from, the bathroom. With a not so graceful move, he tosses his gym bag onto your vanity’s chair and sets his warm brown eyes on the bathroom.
Quiet, intimate jazz plays from behind the cracked door. The flicker of orange light— assumably from multiple candles— is the only illumination directing his path. The blond bites down on his lip to suppress the shit-eating grin forming. Standing just outside the door, the scent of rose and something addictive he can’t quite name brushes his senses.
Atsumu pushes to door open to a scene that looks straight out of a movie. Fake candles, mixed with real ones, surround the large white tub that’s filled to the brim with bubbles and rose petals scattered on top. A bottle of champagne sits upon the bathroom counter inside a little bucket of ice. One glass stands tall beside the bucket. Why only one? Because, the other is being tilted back against the lips of the man’s lover, you.
You slip off the counter, a long, red, silk robe tied around your body. Atsumu’s tired eyes can’t help but watch like you are the most beautiful creature to grace nature itself, trailing slowly over your face and body as you approach him.
“If I didn’t know any better,”
He begins talking, quiet, as if scared to break the tension by speaking too loud.
“I’d say ya maybe have a crush on me.”
A smile pulls at Atsumu’s lips, genuine and sincere. You slink your arms around his neck, mirroring his smile.
“How’d you know?”
The words leave your mouth with an easy giggle. The way Atsumu’s heart melts at the sound, despite hearing it for maybe the ten thousandth time, it’s swoon-worthy. At least, that’s what he says. The man would watch you tumble down the stairs and proceed to cry, not because of worry over your safety, but over how beautiful you looked while falling.
You lean forward and press your lips to your boyfriend’s, kissing him sweetly. He reciprocates without hesitation, one arm slipping around your waist while the other cups your neck gently. He feels your hands slip into his hair, playing with the still brown strands at the back of his neck. Atsumu pulls away after a moment to kiss your forehead, speaking after the peck.
“I’m guessin’ ya had a good day? Wasn’ expecting ta come home ta all of this.”
”Hm, not necessarily. My day was average, at best. But, when you texted and said that you were gonna be at practice till late, I assumed you most likely would be in a bad mood.”
Atsumu almost laughs at how you worded that as an insult.
”Wanted to do something for you other than cooking. You’ve been coming home late recently, I miss you.”
You finish your words with a press of your lips to his cheek. Leaning back a bit, your hands move to cup his sharp jaw, smiling at the little features you notice even in the dim light. Tired eyes, dark circles, that one smile he only has when he’s too sleepy to even try to look smug. It’s then that you decide to trash your original plan for how you wanted the night to go about. Atsumu always takes care of you when you are tired or sick, so you like to reciprocate his efforts.
”Let’s get you out of these, ‘kay?”
With your assistance, Atsumu sheds off his practice clothes with a sigh. He feels a bit guilty. Anyone could look at the scene before them and know what the plan was, and god does he want to, but his body is just so exhausted he isn’t even sure he would be able to make it to the bed.
”Yer so gorgeous. So, so beautiful. I know ya wanted to— fuck, ’m so tired. I’m sorry—“
”Hey, hey, it’s okay. I don’t care, ‘Tsumu. I just want to help you relax. We’re not doing anything tonight.”
Atsumu Miya wants to cry. Instead, he just kisses you again. Just as slow, just as sweet, just as gentle.
The two of you walk over to the bath together hand in hand. His large hands move to untie the silk ribbon of your robe, pushing it off your body. He takes a second to gape at the gorgeous red lingerie on your body, and the guilt settles in again, deeper this time. You bought a new set, set the mood, decorated the bathroom— all this effort for him to waste it.
”I can tell what you’re thinking, Atsumu. Stop it.”
Brown eyes meet yours, staring like a dog who was just scolded.
”I told you, you big baby, I don’t care. You can enjoy this set another night. Tonight I’m taking care of you.”
You kiss his neck once, the right side, an inch below his ear. He nods without a word in response to your promise, hands moving to rid you of the rest of the fabric on your skin. Hands holding yours, he guides you into the (still warm) water. It’s only a second later that he steps in with you. You sink down together, bare skin pressed to bare skin. It’s intimate, romantic, vulnerable in a way that doesn’t require being sexual. A mod only two people so deeply in love can share. He stares at you like you hung the stars, practically on the verge of sleep, and you caress his face, peppering it with little kisses.
”I can’t wait ta see ya in that again when I’m actually awake.”
You laugh.
”I love you.”
”I love ya too.”
Hi there everyone how we doing it’s been so long
I saw Audrey Hobert live btw and I’m seeing Phoebe Bridgers live btw and I’m trying to get w2e + Malcolm Todd tickets btw
Omg i finished Off Campus the other day its was actually so incredibly terrible I LOVED; John Logan is hot sorry
Wrote this after watching love island btw
I dont know how to write Atsumu so sorry oops he’s such a changing personality in my head yk
Buissines at the top party at the bottom
“That’s not the fucking saying” ok sorry
Forgot how much i love jazz and the blues and rediscovered while writing omfg
Something slice of life?? Mc and mammon could go grocery shopping then see luke and now its all just a big familt outing doing chores together
A/N: Ahhhh I finally got my creativity back!!!! (About time brain, c'mon)
Summary: It was Mammon's turn to do groceries, and MC decided to tag along (totally not because Mammon practically begged them to lol). They find Luke and Simeon, and after finding out Luke deserves a reward, they all decide to stop by a flower shop!
Genre: Fluff
Content: Gender neutral MC, (implied?) MC x Mammon content, MC is implied to be able to cook better than Solomon
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"Human, let's get goin'!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!!"
Mammon helps MC down the steps of the House of Lamentation, which earns him a thank you that he brushes off with a flustered face.
The two quickly make their way to the market, but decide to make a quick trip at the shopping district. Mammon was trying to not get distracted by the shiny new things in the shop windows when he notices two familiar somebodies.
Those two familiar somebodies happened to be Simeon and Luke.
“Let’s go say hi!” MC drags Mammon to the two angels with no resistance, and Luke was the first to notice them. He tugs on Simeon’s shirt, and he looks away from the store window. The elder angel greets MC and Mammon with a smile.
“Hi you two!” Luke greets, with an equally if not more wide smile.
“Heya, watcha out shoppin’ for?” Mammon asks.
“Luke hit a milestone in his baking skills so I thought I should get him something, we needed to get groceries anyways.” Simeon tells the two.
“That’s amazing Luke! Good job!” MC praises, to which Luke bashfully smiles.
“Hehe, thanks!”
“Anythin’ specific ya want?” Mammon asks the young angel, who ponders this for a moment.
“I wanted to research more about Devildom plants and botany! From what Barbatos showed me, it’s so varied!!”
“There’s a flower shop not too far from here, wanna go look?” MC asks. “I’m pretty sure they have flower and botany guides for sale.”
“Ah, the one not too far from the market, it just opened recently if I recall correctly.” Simeon notes.
“Yea! That sounds awesome! I want to go!” Luke smiles, with stars in his eyes.
“Hey Sims, if you’re busy, we can take him there.” Mammon offers. “Most of our groceries come from the market anyways.”
MC nods in agreement. Simeon frowns, not wanting to trouble the two.
“Are you sure that wouldn’t be much of a bother?”
“Nah, it’s fine!” Mammon waves his hand dismissively. “Besides, it’s been a while since either of us hung out with Fido.”
"Hey!! I told you not to call me Fido!"
Simeon pats Luke on the back in comfort while he smiles at Mammon and MC.
"I don't see why Luke can't go with you." The elder angel takes out a small pouch and gives a fair amount of grimm to MC, who pockets it. "That's for anything Luke may want, I trust you two to bring him to Purgatory Hall before dinner."
"Aye aye!" MC and Mammon both do small salutes before Mammon drags Luke to the direction of the market, a yelp of surprise coming from the young blond as he tries to get Mammon to wait for MC, who shoots Simeon a smile before following them.
Getting to the market, MC meets Luke and Mammon in front of a "exotic ingredients" stall, which was really just cooking and baking ingredients from the human world and the Celestial Realm imported to the Devildom, which makes them a bit more expensive then Devildom ingredients.
"Oi! Human, do ya think we can get some of this stuff from the human world? You haven't made anythin' from the human world in a while!"
"Yea! I missed your cooking, it definitely beats Solomon's cooking." Luke adds on.
"Sure, I'm guessing Lucifer wouldn't mind if I spent a little extra for this." MC muses, letting Mammon put some human world ingredients in the basket and paying for it with some of the money Lucifer gave them from groceries.
After a bit more grocery hunting, they make their way to the flower shop, which had dozens of flowers on sale upon entering. Along with flowers all arranged by color, they offered garden and flower books near the back, most of them were planting guide books, but others were just flower fact books.
A book on one of the lower shelves caught Luke’s attention. The front covered had the title of “Flower Symbolism: A Guide to What Your Flowers Mean!”
“Oh cool!”
“What’d you find, Luke?” MC asks.
Mammon and MC peek over the young blond’s shoulder and read the title. Mammon raises an eyebrow.
“Eh? Flower symbolism? Isn’t that the thing where flowers can mean different things?”
“Yea!” Luke smiles, opening the book and flipping to a random page.
“Orange gerberas often symbolism warmth, enthusiasm and energy, which is in line with its bright color.” Luke quotes from the book. He flips to another page, one about sunflowers.
“Sunflowers are known to mean adoration and devotion, and their symbolism with the sun makes the name rather fitting.” He quotes again.
“Huh, never thought this’d be a thing, guess it makes sense though.” Mammon hums as Luke goes to the counter to buy it.
While MC and Luke were at the register, Mammon had an idea. A corny one, but an idea nonetheless.
“Mammon?” MC calls out, snapping the second eldest out of his thoughts.
“H-Huh? Yea?”
“You coming?”
“Uh..” Mammon looks at the book Luke was holding in his arms. Buying flowers for these two wouldn’t be the worst idea, right?
“I’ll meet ya out in a couple minutes, still wanna have a quick walk round.” Mammon says.
“Oh, okay! We’ll just be outside the shop!”
MC and Luke leave the shop and Mammon is quick to use the money he earned from his side hustles to buy bouquet of sunflowers for MC and orange gerberas for Luke, and he couldn’t help but get excited at the idea of giving them flowers, but he couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.
He eventually got outside and sees MC and Luke with some crows on the steps below. He felt like a proud father watching his crows make noises of affection when Luke and MC pet them.
He makes his way down, and MC was first to spot him. They greet him with a smile and Luke looks up and waves before returning to petting the crow he was before.
“Hey Mammon, all done?”
“Yep..”
The crows perch themselves on Mammon’s shoulders while he leans down to Luke’s level and gives him the bouquet of orange gerberas.
“Here, got ya this.”
Luke looks at him with wide, surprised eyes but he eventually takes it with a giggle, understanding what it meant.
“Thanks Mammon!”
Mammon smiles and pats him on the head, something that nowadays doesn’t really bother Luke if it’s the second born, and stands up. The Avatar of Greed faces MC with a blushing, bashful expression, unable to look them straight in the eyes.
“H-Here.. Got ya this..” He stumbles, holding out the bouquet of flowers for MC to take.
MC was clearly not expecting this, and Mammon feared that MC didn’t like them, but after a moment of silence, they take the bouquet with a smile, squeezing Mammon’s hand in appreciation.
“Thank you, Mams..”
“D-Don’t mention it..”
Mammon lets out a major sigh of relief when MC wasn’t looking, talking to Luke about the plans going forward.
They decided to get the last groceries and then MC and Mammon would take Luke back to Purgatory Hall.
Mammon couldn’t help but grin as Luke happily showed Simeon the flowers the second born got him alongside the book about flower symbolism.
A few days later, Mammon was planning on going to his favourite human’s room to check on them, but he was pleasantly surprised when he saw MC had set up a whole system of artificial light so they can grow properly, since the Devildom doesn’t really have a sun.
“Oh, hi Mammon!”
Mammon yelps in a bit of surprise as MC caught him staring.
“O-Oh.. H-Hey.” He stammers, trying to play it cool. “Do you like the flowers I got you..?”
need to bite something. need to bite bucky so bad. please please please. wanna be under him and sink my teeth into the crook of his neck. i’d ask too. maybe beg a little. “can I bite you? please please please.” cause my brain’s a little fuzzy and it’s the only thing I can think about. of course bucky would tell me that I can. and as soon as I do, i’d just let out a choked whimper cause, oh god, I need this
bucky would be a biter too. maybe he’d ask. “let me bite you. please, baby? need to. gonna make you feel so good.” or maybe he wouldn’t. maybe bucky would just sink his teeth right into the flesh of your neck with a muffled growl. there’s a slight snarl on his lips and his nose is scrunched and his brows are furrowed. and bucky can’t help but fuck you harder because he needs to. he’s loosing his composure but his teeth latched onto you is the only thing keeping him grounded right now.
This has been in my head since tuesday morning but Rhett Abbott would be so good at bsdm. I mean, he literally has all the tools on hand. And we all know Rhett's a freak so he's definitely had some thoughts.
He won't use any of the actual farm equipment cause, one, everyone uses that stuff. Two, there's too many germs to be considered safe and sanitary. So, if he does have the idea to use any equipment, he's going out to buy some for personal use.
Rhett's main tools are definitely riding crops, floggers, and paddles.
He uses the riding crop to gently tap you back into position if you've gone slack or if he thinks you've moved from how he wanted you. Rhett might also give you a light couple of slaps with the crop on the side of your arms or thighs to get your attention.
The leather floggers are more for impact play. He uses them to whip across the fat of your thighs or ass. There's enough force behind the whip to sting, but never cause prolonged damage to your skin.
Lastly, Rhett only uses the paddles on your ass. He prefers the wooden or leather ones. Sometimes he'll use them on you when you stand, but most of the time you're laid out across his lap. Also, for fun, Rhett totally gets the paddles that have shapes like circles, hearts, or stars cut out of the wood. He likes seeing the darkened outline of the shape in your skin.
The whips and paddles aren't the only thing that Rhett likes to use in the bedroom. Due to dealing with all types of livestock, Rhett is also considerably proficient in ropework. From hogties to prayer poses, he's got skilled hands. His touch is always gentle and he never pulls a rope too taunt and never ties anything too tight. Rhett is also extra sure to tie in a quick-release knot in certain positions, mostly for his own comfort and precaution.
Rhett's specialty is, of course, the simple hogtie. It's hard to mess up tying your wrists and ankles together behind your back. So, if he needs something quick, it's his go-to bondage method. But he's careful to give you some leeway to let you adjust your posture as you need be. He doesn't want anything to go wrong or ruin the moment for either of you.
When it comes to other whole-body bondage ties, Rhett's other positions he likes to put you in are the shrimp tie, reverse shrimp tie, and the trusty rope harness. Compared to a classic rope harness, the shrimp tie and reverse shrimp tie are more restrictive. Rhett likes how you're a little more helpless in these positions. You just have to lie there and take whatever he gives. Whether you're on your back with your ankles crossed or on your stomach with a bit gag in your mouth, Rhet still has fun.
Speaking of Rhett having you in a bit of a defenseless position, another one of Rhett's top favorites is the frogtie. With your ankles tied to your thighs, there's really no option to squirm if you really tried. All it takes is Rhett's big hands holding your thighs open, and you're at his mercy.
Another defenseless bondage position Rhett favors is the captive tie, with your arms tied up over your head and bent down at the elbows. Usually, the end of the rope is tied to an anchor point on your body, like around your waist. You can't push or pull Rhett around in this position, so of course, he uses it to tease you.
For aesthetic purposes, Rhett does love a good rope harness and breast bondage. There's a lot of fun stuff that can be done with rope bondage, and different designs if Rhett or you are feeling particularly adventurous. Some other bondage techniques can be tied to the rope harness, so it makes it both fun and nice to look at!
One particular form of breast bondage that Rhett likes to do is "shinju," or a bikini harness. This one, again, is more for aesthetic purposes rather than restricting. He thinks it really accentuates the shape of your boobs. Rhett also likes to tug you around by the rope. He's not rough by any means, but he still finds that flicker of joy when he tugs you close or into position.
Circling back to full-body bondage and restrictive bondage, there are other ways that Rhett likes to tie you up. You're not always tied to bedposts or sat in a chair. Sometimes, if anchored right, Rhett can indulge in some "strappado." This is where he can have one end of the rope and the other tied to an anchor screwed into the ceiling. Not a ton of other bondage methods can be added onto this, more for your comfort or safety, but this is one of the times where a spreader bar is used a majority of the time. Because Rhett loves to torture you, consensually.
One other way Rhett loves to restrict you is by using gags. Bit gags and muzzle gags are top uses. Bit gags because, of course. Rhett's a cowboy. Why not have some fun with the concept of some other farm equipment? The bit gags are always rubber, though, never metal. He doesn't want to break any of your teeth. And muzzle gags are only used to cover your mouth, not your nose. Rhett likes to see how loud you can get with the muzzle gag, which can leave you with a hoarse voice and a sore throat. But nothing some sweet kisses and a tea sweetened with honey can't fix.
Finally, and occasionally, Rhett loves to deprive you of your senses. Usually, your eyesight with a blindfold. Sometimes, Rhett will come in with some custom-made blinders. He's good at staying out of sight when the blinders are on, and staying quiet so you never know his next move. But Rhett is also a little shit because you might hear his voice in one ear, but his hand, or whatever tool he's using, might touch you on the other side. You can hear the smile in his voice when you jump.
But don't get it wrong, you're not the only one getting tied up in the bedroom. Or getting tapped with a whip. Or getting your senses deprived. Rhett's a freak, so of course, whatever's done to you absolutely has to be done to him.
Can I request the brothers or side boys reacting to poly!MC leaving small love notes to the brothers, making sure that even MC is dating them all, they are still loved immensely by MC?
A/N: So sorry this took so long, been in a rut lately, hope you enjoy ❤
Cringey puns ahead on Levi and Beel’s part lol
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Lucifer
His day was stressful and long, and he just wanted to relax a bit when he got home, but knowing what his brothers got up to, he doubted the peace he wanted would last
When he entered his office hidden in the library, he walked over to his desk and saw a letter with familiar handwriting
“From MC ❤“
"Dear Luci. I know you have been working hard and I want to say I'm proud of you. There's coffee I made in the pot so you can finish any unfinished documents without passing out, but be sure to get to bed early, okay?
-Love, MC"
He gave a little chuckle and with the cup he got from MC not long ago, he went to fill his cup
MC may be a troublemaker sometimes but he loves this human..
Mammon
He was walking home from the casino when he got stopped by one of his crows flying over and handing him a note
“From MC ❤“
Mammon raises an eyebrow and went somewhere more private to open it
Once he does, he excitedly opens the letter
“Dear Mammoney. Surprise! It must’ve been one heck of a surprise to get a note from one of your crows, huh? Well, maybe not.. But still! I know we haven’t gotten the most time together, but I still love you, okay? In fact, I have set up a movie in my room, just the two of us, with no interruptions, so come quick okay? I miss you!
-Love, MC”
Is MC trying to kill him?! He got so red in the matter of seconds
Mammon is so glad MC still loves him, it’s not hard to think otherwise sometimes.
But.. being reaffirmed like this makes his heart pound
Leviathan
He was playing games in his room before hearing a familiar knock at the door
He looks over and notices a small note that was slipped in
Levi hesitantly walks over and picks it up
“From MC ❤”
“Huh? MC”
He opens it and reads it while walking back to his gaming desk
“Dear Levi, I have a question! Are you Pikachu? Cuz you’re shockingly beautiful! I didn’t want to disturb your gaming so I thought I’d send a note <3 Have fun!
-Love, MC”
What?!? Where did that come from?!
Ohhhh myyy goddddddd....
He’s a flustered tomato from this
This human is gonna be the death of him
Satan
MC has sent him on a hunt that put his detective skills to the test
The clues were mostly connected to their relationship, they sent him to a cat cafe, to a museum and other such places
The clues the human has given him had led to a letter on the library chimney that has “From MC ❤” on it
He opens it and reads the contents
“Dear Satan,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Love, MC”
Ah, a poem, classy MC
He chuckles and puts the note in his pocket
Well, he will have to think of one to give them in return
Asmodeus
He went to his room, planning on calling MC so they can hang out
However, when he went to do his makeup, he saw a note on his desk
“From MC ❤”
Oh? A love note?
He hums happily and opens it
“Dear Asmo, I love you more then words can describe. Whenever you’re thinking the opposite, use this note as a reminder. And I hope you know I love not just your body, but I love you as a whole
-Love, MC”
He squeals happily and hugs the note close to his chest with a smile on his face
Sometimes he needs the reminder
Beelzebub
He was going to the fridge for his late night food raid, and had his eyes on the pudding he put his name on
Beel barely missed the note underneath it
He grabs it and reads the words on it
“From MC ❤”
He puts the pudding cup down and opens it
“Dear Beel, I love you a latte, more than you might think! If you ever wanna talk or you have some problem, don’t bear it by yourself, okay? You can come to me!
-Love, MC”
He smiles at the pun and the accompanying message
Beel really really really loves this human
Belphegor
It was when he woke up from a nap that he saw the note near his pillow
He groans and squints a bit to see who it was from
“From MC ❤”
Belphie sighs and, with a bit of a struggle, he opens it
“Dear Belphie, I love you to the moon and back! Don’t forget it, okay? I know have trouble believing it sometimes, but this is your reminder.
PS: I washed your favourite blanket/pillow case and I will return them to you later
-Love, MC”
A small smile cracked through and he put the letter somewhere safer, hugging a pillow he stole from MC and is yet to return
