First Date

first date

the cruise universe expansion in the tags are getting me giddyyyy

lemme screenshot it under the cut so it’s all together lmao

BUTTT OOOO whenever you guys talk about your life outside the cruise you call it ‘real life’.

“so what’s your job in real life?”

and bakugou is so curious to know your reaction to what he does. everyone loves a pro hero and if they don’t well… that’s very odd.

“what d’you think it is?”

he’s standing in the pool while you’re sitting in the edge, kicking your legs. you’re wearing the sunglasses he bought you in the last stop off. you haven’t taken them off.

“ooo well you clearly have money,” your hands waft over him and he grins, “and you’re all muscley so i’m assuming you use your body… so maybe an athlete? body builder or maybe—,”

you’re so pretty wearing a brimmed sun hat with moisturised lips, “nope, not an athlete babe.”

every time babe leaves his lips you feel your skin heat. luckily it’s not noticeable under the sun, “no? you gasp, do you do, you know… adult videos—,”

he raises an eyebrow, “why? have you found anyone that looks similar to me?”

you lick your bottom lip unconsciously, “i wish.”

he looks at you with both eyebrows raised. “no babe. i’m not.”

you shrug, “help me. am i way off? are you like a doctor or banker or investor guy?”

“i do help people but none of those.”

“you work with people? with all the frowning you do, i can’t imagine that.”

he stands between your legs, “i save lives princess. i’ve practically given it to you now.”

you’re lucky your eyes are hidden behind your sunglasses because you can’t help the fact you’re giving him the eyes. he’s touching your thighs now… your thighs!

you can barely think straight, “saving people? not a doctor? a… wait you’re a hero?”

“pro-hero actually.”

you gasp, what the fuck? he’s a hero? “for what country? i’ve never heard of you!?”

he rolls his eyes, huffing a laugh, “you westerners think everything revolves around you. japan, dumbass.”

your mouth is agape, “no way.” you smooth your thumb across the scar over his eyebrow. “you’ve must have been hurt so bad in villain fights.” your voice drifts off to a place he can’t place. you sound sad for him, empathy. he doesn’t know how he feels about it.

“i’m the fuckin’ number one hero in japan, babe. i don’t get hurt often,” and he doesn’t know why he’s whispering or why his face is edging closer to yours. but you’re pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head so he can see your pretty eyes and your hands are at his neck.

then your hands, pressure so light, run down his shoulders. you start kneading and his eye lids flutter, “i know you’re big and strong, katsuki. you don’t let me forget it but if you ever want a full body massage i can do it for you.”

bakugou’s about to nut in the pool if you talk to him a second more, push at the knot in his shoulder. “they have masseuses here babe, i get them part of my package.”

you stop for movements, letting your sunglasses drop back to sit on your nose bridge. you’re so dramatic and beautiful with your frown and your lip curling in disgust. “fine. well, go get a massage from the women there then, number one hero.”

bakugou chuckles as you push at his shoulder, “i’m only jokin’ i want you.”

but you’re standing up, “nope, it’s okay. they are part of your rich boy package anyway.”

he doesn’t miss the corner of your lip twitching in a smile, getting into stupid arguments for the push and pull. and it builds sexual tension, yes you said it.

“okay babe. i’ll pick you up at your room later for dinner.”

“fine but you’re paying!”

none of you are paying, food comes with the cruise.

Happy International Women's Day for all women regardless of womb status. 💕💕

Personally I'm celebrating by daydreaming about pegging Mammon.

How cute he looks all wide-eyed and gulping watching you lube up your fingers and strap on dildo.

So quick to get on all fours for you as soon as you command it. Watching him blush when you tell him he's being such a good boy for you.

The pretty little moans he makes as you prepare him by stretching him on your fingers. Watching him push back onto your fingers so you can reach his prostate.

Whining and crying your name when you stop right before he's about to cum.

The way he gasps when you spank his cute little ass when he starts humping the mattress.

He's so cute how he groans your name when you push the dildo into his hole for the first time. Watching him clutch the sheets tightly while you rub soothing circles into his lower back with one of your hands.

The way he arches his back and cries out when you pull his hair as you thrust into him deeper.

Begging you to fuck him harder but you keep your pace steady while reaching around his body to grasp his hard cock. Pumping him in tandem with your thrusts.

He's getting a little desperate the way he reaches behind you to grab your hips to force you to go faster and harder. You have to use your pact to make him behave. Chiding him for being such a bad boy, pulling almost all the way out and letting his dick fall from your hands.

The begging starts immediately, telling you he'll be so good for you, he'll do whatever you say, please just fuck him. He wants to cum, let him cum for you, so many 'please baby's'.

You chuckle and slide your hands up his legs until they are resting on his hips and he shudders in response. He's always so responsive to your touch, you hum in amusement and then tell him how much you love how desperate he is for you.

Good boys get rewarded, don't worry. You thrust into him harder this time, making his head hit the pillow, and he growls in response. That spurs you on further, caressing his prostate with every thurst of your hips. Gripping his hips as tightly as he usually grips yours. Leaving your marks on him the way he does you.

You're about to come from all the 'fuck yes's' and 'oh MC's' and 'feels so good's' your fucking out of him. The knowledge that you're making him feel this way gives you such a fucking rush.

He cums with a cry of your name, hot white cum covering the bed beneath him. You pull out of him slowly, making him hiss. He collapses on the bed, not caring that he's laying in his sticky seed, arms reaching out for you. You remove the strap on and join him, cuddling up to him and kissing him sweetly.

Those kisses soon turn hungry, he's got you flipped onto your stomach in seconds. Grabbing your hip with one hand and pulling you onto your knees, while pushing your head down into the mattress with the other.

He leans down and whispers 'your turn' into your ear before sheathing himself inside of you in one go.

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moonlight.

mammon x gn!reader

heartfelt fluff

Giggles fill your apartment kitchen, music downing it all out until you two are the only ones who can hear yourselves. This, you think, is love. Love in its purest and most unadulterated form. Love that is unafraid and comfortable and warm. Love that you could lie and bask in like sunlight on your living room floor on a Sunday afternoon.

He’s shirtless and your chests make contact through your flimsy tacky yellow tank top. (The color is ugly and ‘looks like what spoiled BufoEgg Tea would smell like’ according to Mammon, but yellow is his color and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, so into your cart and wardrobe it went.) His arms wrap around our waist, and he arches his back over you so you can actually reach his shoulders. (Tall bastard, you murmur. Not my fault yer such a short human. He grins. Your palm gently pushes his face away and his smile is so bright it steals the breath from your lungs just like he stole your heart oh so long ago.)

The music hums in the background, Dodie and Laufey play through the speakers, voices creating a gentle melody the two of you hum along to. Your lover is tone-deaf, but you still feel your chest bursting at the seams with love when his voice enters your ears.

The two of you rock to the sides together, holding onto each other so tightly that you feel like you might meld together as one. You voice your thoughts, and Mammon says he doesn’t see a problem with that (he grips you closer to him and meets your eyes and you don’t think you would mind either, if you’re being honest.) The midnight moonlight shines through the kitchen windows, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, where you know a crooked smile awaits you. You lean on him and pin his head against you, eliciting a laugh from your lover.

“Love you, Mams.”

“Love y’more.” And you can’t help but press your lips against his at the response. It is soft, and sweet, and slow. I am yours. I would follow you to the ends of all of the three realms if you asked me to. I love you. I love you. I love you, it says.

And you think you would stay like this forever, if you could. Right here, right now, with Greed in your arms and Dear Soulmate ringing throughout the room. How fitting it is, that Laufey’s melodious voice starts her chorus as his forehead presses against yours, blue-gold eyes shining so soft in the light you can’t help but melt.

Suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his arms trapping you against him and suddenly Mammon is at your ear whispering, “Play the song.” Less of a demand and more of a plea, sweet and nearly silent, his voice sends shivers down your spine.

You can’t help but bask in the endearment that surges through you. A hand tangles itself and plays within the white locks belonging to the second-born Sin.

“What song?” A teasing grin from you. A whine from Mammon.

“Y’know, the song.” He pouts against you and his hair tickles your nose as he buries himself further into the space between your head and shoulders as you laugh at his antics.

“Need’ya to tell me what song, baby. Can’t read minds, y’know.” You know exactly what song he’s talking about.

“I hate ya, y’know.”

“You love me.”

He dramatically sighs against your neck. “Wish I didn’t.” A lie and you both know it. Still doesn’t make your smile any less wide.

“Mean. M’not playing the song for you now.”

“You said you didn’t know the song?!” A cry of outrage and mock indignation. You hastily shush him and break out into a fit of quiet laughter.

You motion for him to lean in closer, before whispering urgently and dramatically,

“I lied.”

“…”

“…”

“I was serious when I said I hated ya, y’know.”

A series of breathy giggles leave you and quickly reach Greed’s ears, and soon enough he’s barking out laughter alongside you.

It’s in moments like these that you know things are going to be alright. No matter what, you’ll have your Mammon by your side, and that means things will be okay.

You remember a time before him, before the love of your life was yours, and you can’t believe you ever thought you were alive before him. Darkness had filled every part of your being, and the days had dragged on, long and pointless. You remember coming home to your empty apartment, and the bitterness that used to form a pit in your chest and choke you to the point of tears.

Before you met the boy with stars in his eyes, you didn’t think you would live to your next birthday. How fitting it was, that he had come in in your darkest moments, only to fill you with light. (The sun seemed dim compared to his smile, and you fondly remember the moment you realized that you would do anything for that smile, no matter how troublesome or ridiculous his scheming may be at times.)

“Watcha thinking ‘bout?” A casually posed question, but his eyes betray the slight worry that stained his face.

Mammon, your Mammon. The love of your life and beyond. What would you do without this precious boy? What would you do without the greedy Mammon who willingly had let you steal his golden heart? (You treasure him as though he is the most precious jewel, and Greed finds himself melting into you more often than not partially to avoid being witnessed as the blushing mess he becomes whenever he looks into your eyes, filled with love. All for him, you tell him. And despite being Greed incarnate, he cannot imagine taking all of the entirety that is your love.)

“Nothin’, just thinking about how much I love ya, Mams.”

He blushes furiously and tries stammering out a response, only to give up and once again bury his face into the crook of your neck, whining and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not fair’ and ‘…love ya’ more, human.’ Against your skin.

And while the moonlight shines and Mitski plays in the background, you play his song and sway with him once more.

i love him ur honor. i am in love with him ur honor. i would do anything for this man. tooth-rotting fluff is not a can, but a must.

please please please please offer feedback and criticism hes my fav character and i want to make sure my writing and characterization did him justice :((

anyways yeah credit to @pothologics for the banger playlist that inspired me to write this

Yes. (inspo from a dress i saw on pinterest :0)

ᥫ᭡ — 11:49PM with bakugo

╰➤ gender neutral , no cws

“i’d be a fucking idiot to let you come home by yourself,” katsuki’s eyes are narrowed, and he glares at the empty roads of the highway in front of him. “do y’know what time it is?”

you hum from the passenger’s seat, pressing your face deeper into the jacket katsuki had thrown into your arms earlier. with an upturned nose and rolling eyes, he’d tossed it over your lap while you got settled into the passenger’s seat. despite the sass in his actions, you accepted it with open arms. warm, you think, and distinctly smelling of heady leather and salted caramel. the heat of the car was cozy, and the added protected layer of katsuki’s jacket thawed the iciness that had taken over your hands just before.

the night air seemed to be especially chilly while you waited at the bus stop. with the biting wind and hope to spare your fingers from freezing over, you stuffed your hands in your pockets and silently lamented the slowness of late night transportation.

incessant vibrating of your phone forced your fingers out of comfortable refuge. your brows furrowed as you squinted down at the screen, and you took a moment to register the excessive notifications you’d garnered in the span of one minute. you spotted the common name attached to each of the messages, and shook your head in bemusement.

katsuki.

katsuki, who had been blowing up your phone upon returning to an empty home. following a text back updating him on your whereabouts, he asks — rather, demands — that you stay put.

soon enough, you find yourself fumbling with a seatbelt with a jacket haphazardly strewn across your legs in katsuki’s car. the heat radiating off the car’s vents make you sigh in relief, and you sink back into the familiar seat.

“thanks,” you cast a sidelong glance towards katsuki, “for picking me up, i mean.” the city lights reflect off his face, highlighting the steady slope of his nose and cheekbones. with nothing but the moon to bear witness to the two of you, you think he looks especially pretty when he’s left to be yours alone.

“yeah, whatever.” his hand falls slack on your thigh, and you feel his thumb brush against the seem of your pants.

katsuki’s scolding tone is something you’ve grown used to over the years — firm, clipped, and laced with concern hidden under layers of passive aggression. he continues to nag at you, lecturing and affectionate in the same roundabout manner he always does.

“always call me first,” he spares a glance at you, and the intensity of his gaze in the split second grips at your heart. “gotta make sure you don’t get yourself into anything stupid.”

you grasp at the hand resting on your thigh, and his fingers lace through yours.

“i’d kiss you if you weren’t driving right now.” you give his hand a firm squeeze and turn your head to face him head on.

the city lights, still illuminating his sharp features, come to accentuate the upturn of his lips. his eyes gleam in mischief, and you watch his grin widen as he pulls over. his hand is quick to unwind itself from yours to switch the gear into park.

“not driving anymore,” he turns his body fully towards you, and his hand comes to cup the back of your neck, pulling you over the console of the car. “kiss me, baby.”